Eh, I know I said I'd post everyday, but shit happens, so this one is a bit late. I'm not really certain if anyone's enjoying it, but whatever... If you like it, then continue reading. Hopefully I won't skip again.

So this chapter is a continuation from that previous one, where Chihiro's kind of roped into helping Keima. I thought it panned out pretty well.

By the end of the day Ayumi didn't say anymore, so I was quite grateful. I wasn't looking forward to this, because it totally cut into my cute guy hunting time. Still, you gotta do what you gotta do.

I spent the time after school talking with Mappy-chan, so when I finally left for the roof, Otamega had long since been waiting there. He already had his nose stuck into his console when I arrived. I sat down on the bench next to him, using my bag as a barrier between us.

"Okay, so how do you want to do this? Should I just give you a brush and you try getting it out yourself, or should I do it?"

"You do it. I lost a lot of precious gaming time yesterday, and I refuse to lose more."

I was at a loss now. I was near certain he'd want to do it himself, but I didn't want to brush his hair. One little brother was way more than enough. Also, there were people around. I've been rumour-free for a year and I sure as hell didn't want them to start now.

"Fine then. But can we do this elsewhere? The roof is a bit…"

He stood up suddenly and started walking down the roof. I trailed after him, completely confused. Did he even hear me? Am I excused now? Can I go home?

He went into one of the empty classrooms, so I guess he did hear. He plopped himself onto a seat, playing his game.

"Yeah, do whatever you want, as long as my hair looks presentable by the end."

'Whatever I want…' I could probably have fun with that. If I'm wasting all this time anyway, I may as well have my own fun.

I always seem to lose the clips in my hair, so I have an emergency stash in my bag. I pulled them out, pretty happy to see the assortment of pinks and blues and reds. Heck, I even had a flower one. Otamega will look really pretty now… Once I put them into his hair…

I stood behind him awkwardly with the hair brush. Honestly, I had no clue how to even start with this. Maybe I actually could do it like how I did it with my brother. It still felt weird touching his hair, because it was way softer than Chitose's… Considering he barely brushed his hair, it was in pretty good condition.

"I'm surprised you'd let a near stranger touch your hair," I remarked, detangling a few strands before clipping them up. He shrugged, so I guess he didn't have much to say. So I shut up as well, focussing my attention on fixing, and girlifying, Otamega's hair.

After going through his hair, he had a dozen multicoloured clips in there, and it looked beautiful. My best makeover yet… If he knew what I'd done to his hair… there'd be Hell to pay for that…

I really couldn't resist it: I took out my phone and snapped a few pictures subtly so I could laugh about this at home later. I bet Otamega would make a great girl, if his hair is any indication. This totally made up for skipping basketball practice.

While he didn't catch me photographer impersonation, he still heard my snickering.

"What are you laughing about?" he asked, not looking up from his game. I continued laughing.

"If you haven't noticed already, you don't need to know. Don't worry though. I'm nearly done."

I wrapped up pretty quick after removing the clips. His hair was just about flat, except for that one annoying hair which refused to stay down. Well, I guess all idiots need idiot hair as well.

"There you go. Your hair is just as good as it's going to get," I handed him the brush and put the clips away into my bag.

"Isn't this yours?" he asked, handing the brush back.

"Nah, as if I'd let you use mines. You can keep it."

I pulled my bag over my arm and was about to leave when he spoke, his words stopping me at my tracks.

"Thanks, Chihiro."

I was really surprised to say in the least. The hairs on my neck prickled like a draft just hit me from behind.

"That was creepy. Don't ever thank me again," I continued walking, rubbing the goosebumps from my arms, "and don't call me Chihiro!"

As soon as I was out of the door, I started running… I don't really know why, but that creeped me out more than any scary movie I've ever seen or horror fiction I've ever read.

By the time I reached outside, my breathing was jagged and my heart hurt, reminding me how unfit I actually am.

I looked back at the building, ashamed at myself for reacting so drastically over something so stupid. Many guys have called me by my first name, but they usually had known me for more than two days. He really is an idiot. Like Hell I'd help that idiot again.

I glanced at my phone. It was only three, so I decided to make a little stop off at the gym. I guess that whole exercise didn't take as long as I expected. Mappy-chan was off doing something or the other, so she didn't come with me. It's a pity really, because the boys in the basketball club are really quite good looking.

'Yep,' I thought, watching the whole team of cuties slam dunking one after the other, 'this is why I come to school.'

Whoop whoop, cute guys FTW! At least Chihiro got to have her fun in the end.

Anyhoo, if you're curious about that Chitose guy I mentioned earlier, or if you're a skim reader like me, and didn't even notice that, please continue reading. I'm making up for yesterday's screwup by posting another chapter.