The World Only the Girls Know: A Sorrel's Teasing

Chapter 4: The Girl's Wishes Part II

Author's Note: Sister Fic of the Azalea Side

Characters from the Light Novels and Manga will be included as well.

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Original Title: The World Only God Knows / 神のみぞ知るセカイ

Original Concept by Tamiki Wakaki

Written by: wrathie

Author's Notes: Support the Artist by buying the Official Manga! I just got Manga Vol.9 and.. I know of Goido Yui's arc... Oh Keima, Keima... Otome games? I SHALL PLAY SOME FOR RESEARCH! :shot:

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Elsewhere, the genius known as Fuse Aoba was contemplating her plans for today. The encounter with Minami had left her reeling as she had forcefully taken her initiative away from her. This was unexpected… but she should have been prepared…

After all, this might not be the first day that the 'hero' is pursued by the different 'heroines'. She can't fault the other 'heroines' from trying their best as well and she sighed softly before turning to her own PFP and wondering whether she should send Keima a mail.

'… this… is bad.'

She must… like him more than she had imagined, she wanted nothing more to be by his side, even if it was spent in silence, she just wanted to be by him, by his side… with him…

Before remembering his face, she would spend time finishing the various games that she had bought. They were her joy and passion. But right now, the thought of Keima being with another girl was driving another emotion inside her, stirring her up and making her upset and…

'Jealous… I am definitely… jealous.'

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Resting her head on the table, she looked at the clock as it ticked on slowly, one second by another.

How long more must she have to endure before she can see him again?

'I would love it… if I can press Ctrl right now…'

Sighing, she wondered who had wanted him to visit the librarian. As far as she knew… there was no reason for him to visit the library, he wouldn't have anything to borrow from there… unless someone there simply wanted him there, alone…

'… but there is nothing I can do about it, even if it is true.'

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Interfering in another girl's 'flag' or 'event', is unheard of. But this is real life… would she have the courage to destroy another girl's happiness and dreams to gain her own?

She does not know, this is something that is new and perhaps intimidating to her. Aoba knew that there could only be one 'heroine'. All the girls are fighting to gain that position… but, is anyone desperate enough to pull underhand tricks or resort to other methods just to gain his attention or to discredit one of them?

'… I… hope not…'

She hoped not, it would be difficult to play 'nice', if others were playing 'dirty'. But above everything else Aoba has, she has pride and she believes in the principle of fairness and equal opportunity.

Even if the others were to play 'dirty', she would never drop down to the same level as them as she was Mai-hime, the one who was above the rest and only below the Capturing God. If the others have no integrity or pride, she was sure that the God would spot her and reject her as well.

'…. I hope.'

Sighing, she looked outside the window towards the direction of the library and prayed, prayed that everything was alright.

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'Ah…'

Looking surprised at him arriving so soon, the girl that had called him here, Shiomiya Shiori looked around him nervously. She was nervous still, something that can be expected after using the School's Broadcast system to summon him here. But Aoba was right, she really wanted him here by himself and she this is the only way that she can make that happen.

She could vaguely remember his name, but her face still eluded her. It is like the more she tried to remember, the lesser she remembered as it slowly faded away.

Perhaps that is a side effect of her trying to recall what exactly had happened the day that she decided to speak up. There was definitely someone with her, someone who gave her the courage to speak to her fellow librarians about her opinions.

Someone who had guided her to be who she is now, someone who can converse with others… even if it is difficult to start a conversation even till now.

She had remembered suddenly as she was writing the novel she had penned with her as the heroine. As she is the Heroine of her own story, she had found herself strangely determined to keep it that way in real life too. He had given her something precious, it was her turn to return the favor as well.

But first, she has to meet him face to face and verify once and for all, that he was indeed the one…

The same person that awakened the courage in her tiny heart.

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That was why, she was standing in the Main hall of the Library by herself, holding the book that she had taken from the him by accident in front of her chest. The entire library was empty, everyone was supposed to be in class or in the Auditorium listening to some speeches.

That was the reason why Shiori was nervous and why she had taken the chance to call him here now. There was perhaps no other better opportunity to meet him now.

As the sounds of the automated doors opening, Shiori froze a little as she heard the sounds of solitary footsteps slowly making their way to her and she closed her eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths before the boy slowly made his way to her field of vision and she turned redder and redder as he came closer to her.

It was like her body was gripped by an invisible force, her throat went dry and she found herself rooted on the spot as he ascended the steps, like a Knight to a trapped princess while playing on the console in his hands.

Strangely, she found herself not disliking him or the fact that he was playing. It seemed, natural to him… that was why she could accept it so readily and she managed to croak out a greeting to him.

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'Good morning, K-Katsuragi-san.'

'Good morning.'

Playing with her fingers as she looked down, Shiori snuck a peek at Keima and she found him to be more focused on his game than her and she felt a little disheartened. Perhaps he didn't even find what he did to be something special… Perhaps, he didn't even remember her at all…

T-that can be expected! She was someone that he barely knew, a stranger that he just managed to help by accident after all…

'May I know what this is about? You called me to the library, right? Shiomiya.'

But she perked up immediately after she realized that Keima remembered her name, Shiori spoke in a flurry of words that confused the Capturing God simply by not pausing between her sentences.

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'I called you because I have something to return to you something that I have taken from you that was originally your possession that I have taken from you in a fit of anger or frustration it has been in my care since the beginning of the Summer Break and I wish to return it to you now if you are willing to take it from me.'

But the moment she stopped, she keeled over, falling in front as she was out of breath. Even though she had been trying to practice to pause during the mid of her sentences, in her nervousness she had forgotten all about it! Despite feeling choked and uncomfortable, she had finished the sentence in one breath and was paying the price for it.

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'Haah…'

'Shiomiya? Shiomiya!'

But it was perhaps not a loss as when she fell to the ground like a stone, her vision swimming, she could hear the voice of a concerned boy crying out her name. It was a voice that she remembered, this is indeed same boy that had awakened the voice in her heart and she found herself crying a little in happiness.

'Ah… Are you hurt? Shiomiya!'

It seems that he had mistaken her joy for pain and was reaching out to carry her in his arms.

'Shiomiya! Hang in there!'

But that was fine… she felt comfortable and safe in his lean arms. Even if they seemed weak and puny, it was the same arms that had liberated her from her own fortress of solitude. She had to thank him somehow, perhaps giving herself to him was a good enough gift?

She didn't know really what was she thinking then as she was carried by Keima to the infirmary, still clutching the books firmly against her that she had brought along to give him.

But she knew those were certainly blissful and happy thoughts, her strong imagination and impressionable nature drawing up a future for the two of them, without his consent of course.

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'Shiomiya!'

Calling out to the girl who had just fainted in front of his eyes, Keima panicked for a moment as he just stood there staring at the motionless girl.

This was a joke right? She was playing him, wasn't she? Shiomiya Shiori is supposed to be just a 'Quiet and Shy Librarian'. That was her character setup and her 'archetype'! She wasn't the 'Quiet And Sickly' girl! Did he made a mistake in judging her? No, he couldn't have… Elsi's reports were always accurate…

Shiomiya Elsi was not stricken by any major or serious disease at all? So she must be faking it!

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But Katsuragi Keima noticed that she was clutching her chest tightly and he took an involuntary step back as he asked himself whether he could be wrong? She had tears in her eyes! She could be really having an attack of asthma or even worst, a heart attack!

'Ah… Are you hurt? Shiomiya!'

Running to her, he knelt down beside her and with one hand, tried to gauge whether she was having a fever and to his surprise, she was indeed having a slight fever. (Author's Notes: She's just too embarrassed, silly!)

'Shiomiya! Hang in there!'

At any rate, she wasn't faking fainting as she was indeed having difficulty breathing or speaking and Kasuragi Keima did the only thing he could, roll her over slowly so that she was resting in his arms before taking off towards the infirmary.

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Geez! What did he do to deserve this! Was this an 'event'? Or is this a 'flag'? Things are progressing too fast for even him to keep track of things! This is something that he can't escape from, it is definitely a 'forced event'!

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Even the Capturing God himself didn't realize that, the girls were more determined than him to 'win' him over. Despite all the theories, all the gameplays, all the guides, all the strategies that he can employ.

He himself could not match 4 different girls with 4 different tactics, techniques to try and gain his attention.

The wheels are changing, the roles are moving. Who is the Real hero? Who is the heroine? No one can tell…

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'Ah…'

Feeling a little guilty as she was examined by the School doctor, Shiori looked over his shoulder to see Keima playing his game, apparently not caring about her and she felt a little disheartened again.

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No, I must remember that Katsuragi-kun brought me here by himself! If he really doesn't care… he wouldn't have done that!

Reminding and trying to be strong in her resolve, the Doctor suddenly looked at Shiori with a puzzled expression on his face.

'You seem to be alright, Shiomiya, do you have a history of fainting? Katsuragi was very worried for you.'

Smiling as he looked back at Keima, who did not seem to notice as he was still playing and he petted her shoulders and sent her off.

'You could rest here if you like, I'll leave you two love birds alone'.

Winking despite Shiori's small protest that they weren't in a relationship like that, he left the room, leaving the two of them alone in the infirmary.

Pulling the blankets up, Shiori looked at him nervously when he turned to her after apparently pausing his game. She was certain that he was a person who really likes games, it was just like what she had wrote in her small short novel.

No, not exactly the same… he was more princely looking than she imagined.

'Is there something on my face, Shiomiya?'

Tilting his head to the side as she stared at him a little too hard, Shiori blushed again and shook her head before she said her thanks.

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'Thank you so much, Katsuragi-kun… for bringing me here… I didn't know what I would do if I have fainted by myself. Would you stay with me, just for a little while longer?'

Feeling a little guilty yet again as she made that small lie, Shiori realized how shameless she can be, lying to make him stay with her at any cost and she lowered her head. It was odd, she would normally do that… but why was she making so many excuses to not let him leave?

Was it her womanly instincts telling her that if she does not fight to let him stay, he would get snatched away?

'… Alright.'

Sitting beside her, Keima started playing his game again when Shiori asked softly while searching for the two books she had brought with her.

'Katsuragi-kun… do you, remember who I am?'

'Shiomiya Shiori…'

That was fast and she felt her heartbeat go faster despite trying to calm herself down by taking long deep breaths.

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'Than… do you remember what happened between us? I… I wish to know… about the important boy who gave me my voice back.'

There was a long pause between them and Shiori got more anxious as the seconds passed by and she leaned closer and closer to him while her hands gripped the sides of the bed nervously.

When he finally looked up, she was only a few inches away and he recoiled, pushing back and falling over while Shiori backed away too, hiding her face at how daring she could be.

T-they could have kissed then and there!

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'… how about you tell me, the story that you thought happened.'

As he got up, he reached into his pockets and produced the small notebook that she had been writing and penning her small novel in and she paled before the color slowly returned to her cheeks.

It was unexpected, but Shiori knew she couldn't have a better opportunity than that and she slowly nodded her head in reply, smiling all the way brightly and shyly.

'Then… Katsuragi-kun… you have my permission to read it. The story… that I thought happened that fateful day. Of a girl, who lost her voice… her adventure with the people who ignored her… and the boy who gave her courage…'

Looking at him in the eyes, the both of them did not notice the girl that was looking in on them through a crack of the door, a certain Devil that was fuming at overhearing the conversation between them.

'Then I will do so, is it finished yet, Shiomiya?'

'No it isn't, Katsuragi-kun… but, I will let you read my story when I finished it. Tell then, please be satisfied with what I wrote for now. If… if you would help me by reading and commenting on it… I'll be really happy…'

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This was her chance, a chance to link herself with Keima and to have an excuse to meet him every day as well. It must be the will of the gods to grant her such a chance!

'Alright, if that's your wish… I'll let it be a reward for helping me to keep this book for so long.'

Crossing his arms, he sat down beside her again and started reading the book as Shiori just watched on, wondering if she could be so impudent to reach out and hold his hand.

'…'

But in the end, she decided against it… it was too early after all. It was just the beginning of Shiomiya Shiori's ambitious dreams, a dream that involve the clueless Capturing God in front of her.

The Wheels of Fate are turning, the bravery of the Heroines shall be tested.

Only one shall reach the Gods above. Who… shall it be?

Author's Notes: Reviews are not necessary, but appreciated. I feed on reviews to write more :3