DUN DUN DUN... Chihiro and Keima meet... That can't end well...


It took a bit of getting used to, but I think Second Year is turning out quite to be quite good. Even though there aren't many cute guys in my class, me and Mappy-chan found out that the Basketball club are filled with cuties. We sometimes go hang out there after school.

Unfortunately, I can't do that today. I've been neglecting my homework, so I want to have one afternoon where I just marathon it all, so I won't need to worry about it then. After that, I'll do my homework every day after school so I won't need to ever worry about this.

Come to think of that, didn't I say that last week?

Mappy-chan seems to be up to date with her work, so she decided to go straight home after school. Unfortunately, I'll probably be bored out of my mind in the library, but at least I'll get my work done. Working with friends usually means I won't be productive at all.

I put off packing my bag after school, because I really wasn't looking forward to an afternoon of studying. Then again, my work would never finish itself, so I went ahead and packed everything carefully and precisely, taking my time, but at least doing it.

I still ended up wasting time, because by the end, there was only me and that Otamega guy, who was playing something in his seat. Over the few days I've been in this class, I realised he was being completely serious on the first day... He doesn't speak to anyone at all. Other than the occasional correct answer and "can I save first?", this guy really does avoid any 3D people.

Still, I hadn't apologized for kicking him on the first day of school. It wasn't eating at me, per se, but I really should say sorry. I didn't really want to touch him (Oto-san says otakuism is contagious) so I thought of a better idea.

I pulled a ruler out of my nicely packed (for once) bag, and sat on the seat behind him. Obviously, he didn't notice, or care, that someone was behind him, because all he did was impersonate a statue with moving fingers. I held my breath and used the ruler to poke his hair: absolutely no reaction. I smiled and flicked his weird bed hair up: still no reaction. For a few moments, I just flicked his already messy hair into some spiky mess, nearly chewing my lips trying not to laugh.

Then I poked his neck, nearly causing him to fly off his chair. I really couldn't contain myself as the poor guy slid off the polished wood which was his seat. Though now I was totally off topic. Wasn't I here to apologize, not antagonise him some more? His face was really too funny for me to care much.

"What the hell is your problem?" Katsuragi shouted, jumping to his feet. I couldn't answer, because I was laughing too hard. My stomach hurts…

"S-stop that and apologize." He shouted again, embarrassment leaking into his voice. I breathed in, trying to calm down. It seemingly helped, because in a moment, I had calmed down enough to talk.

"I'm… sorry… I thought… that you were… a weird… gaming statue… or something… I wanted to see if you were alive." I gulped, not realising how little air I had in my lungs. I sound like a wreck.

"Don't lie, you real woman. You were trying to hurt me, weren't you?"

My gasping and nearly uncontainable laughter died down suddenly. Real woman… Even if I am part of the real world, that just sounded like an insult. How dare he…

"Real woman? I have a name you know! And why would I hurt you? I wanted to see if you had turned into pixels yet, Otamega!"

I waved the ruler around, as if to deter him from trying to attack me. It seemed like he had no intention of coming closer. He just started playing his game.

"Whatever, real woman. Just go away. You're an eyesore to games everywhere."

Even though I didn't want to back down, I had no clue what to say. He was just really annoying. I'm not really the prettiest, but by no means am I an eyesore. Screw apologizing!

"Well, you're an eyesore to humanity." I replied grumpily, putting my ruler in my bag and stalking out of the classroom.

"And my name is Chihiro, you big loser!" I screamed through the door before I slammed the door behind me.

I had calmed down a little by the time I reached the library. After the logic started sinking in, I felt really bad for screaming at him. I did start it after all, and I totally turned his hair into Goku. Even though it seemed like fun at first, I think poking a dog with a ruler would have been a smarter idea than poking Katsuragi with a ruler.

Yeah, I was at fault here. I should apologize tomorrow. But first; homework. This is gonna suck.

So I walk inside dragging my feet to the first empty desk I could see. Just that drained most of my energy, yet somehow, I managed to get some homework done… Of course, not without throwing my pen down in frustration many times. I was being so noisy that the meek librarian with the cute ribbons in her hair came to chastise me. Well, she tried, but I could barely hear her, even if she was three foot away from me. I apologized and threw my pen down in anger in my head instead.

My head was throbbing from my internal pen throwing and concentration by the time I left the library. I was pretty happy at myself though. I had completed a week's worth of homework and it was only five o' clock. Maybe I could even hang out with Ayumi. Her club should be over now as well

Katsuragi's Goku hairstyle flitted into my head and I laughed all the way to the field. I wonder if I should tell Ayumi…


I must say, it's rare for me to write chapters with less than 1000 words, so this one was quite short.

I must say, I'm enjoying writing this story immensely. Chihiro is just fun to write about. I'm glad, that in the most recent chapter of TWGOK, she seems to be coming back. Even though Chihiro as a child seems totally obsessed with food, I can still see how that kid turned into the Chihiro who broke everyone's heart in the Goddess Arc.

That "Who the hell are you?" that she said as a kid really just reminds me of how crass she can be. I sure have missed her.

So, as usual, I want to know what you guys think. Please review if you have something you want to say.