Hey, back to Miku. Now, I honestly sort of like Miku. She's your typical ojou-sama. Nice. As she's the current antagonist. Nice. And... she has no real description. Neither does Tsuya, really. So I created a character (only OCs) chart that describes them physically. This is to be copied onto every chapter after this one. Note- This was meant to keep track of the growing characters I had, but if you're annoyed by it, don't read them. Also, Miku is somewhat of a Mary Sue. But she has some characteristics.

Update-As requested, I'm going to do stuff. What specifically? I don't know. It's pretty obvious.

Miku Tabanashi- A girl with a physical feature of light hazel hair, slightly above her waist. Her hair is jagged, and doesn't go down with a brush. She is the same height as Shiori, at that of 157 cm. So, 5 feet 1 inch. Green eyes, with shards of blue. She has a slight pale complexion. For other body features please compare her to Yui Goidō.

Fun Fact-Her favorite food is cherry cheesecake.

Tsuya (no last name)- A feminine android with a physical feature of dark maroon hair, reaching her legs. Her hair defies gravity and inertia, remaining behind her no matter position or action. She is 172 cm(5 feet and 8 inches). Her standard eye color is a metallic gold, however, it is theorized her eyes can change into any known color, even some in different spectrums. She has a flesh complexion. For other body features please see Jun Nagase.

Fun Fact-She hates airplanes, perhaps something to do with her entrance into Keima's life?

Finding her not even attempting to struggle,

Jack roughly pushed Miku against the restroom wall.

'Seems you want to be a heiress, huh? Do so. I'll support you,' firmly gripping her shoulders,' by being your partner in many things.'

He turned her around, and grinned. She looked nervous, and looked at anything but him. He smiled, and moved closer, causing her to freeze.

'Miku, come on, just give me your hand, and I'll teach you how to dance.'

He looked upon her vulnerable body, before resting on tired eyes.

'Can you just not do this today, Jack.'

He squinted at her, wondering what sort of strange thought she had to make her say that, and was instantly kneed in the groin.

'Sorry, I'd prefer a solely business relationship. I'm not a puppet,' as Jack slid off her, 'but a puppeteer.'

The bathroom was large, and she placed the unconscious Jack neatly on a wall. She then washed her hands off, still wondering where her earpiece had gone. Looks like she had to go back to her room.

She sighed in disappointment. And she was having a lovely time as well. As she left the room, another figure entered, pausing for Miku.

'Just correct him when he awakes.'

The hooded figure nods.

Miku walks away. She really hopes that nothing will go wrong.

Jack awoke, still in pain. That damned girl... what was she? The next time she meets him, Jack would be certain to bring a aphrodisiac along with tranquilizers.

'Bloody hell...'

He shook himself, and gazed at himself in the mirror. And came to a complete stop when he saw the hooded figure behind him.

'Who...Who the blazes are you!'

He ran to the exit, only to find the creature there.

'Wh-What the hell do you want from me?!'

The robed character shuffled a little, and walked towards him.

'I...I have insurance! If you attack me you won't get away with it!'

A pause. Jack breathed a sigh of relief. Seems his threat worked.

...

And that was when the syringe was inserted in.

'What if I'm not human, hmm?'

A thin, cheerful female voice breathily cooed, and Jack saw nothing else.

'What did I miss, Chimera?'

Miku closed the door, and lamented the loss of her Germanic dress. It had messy rips all over it.

'I was unfortunately forced to answer the appreciation message with my raw voice. '

Miku scowled in displeasure. This would certainly come back to bite her in the future. First she missed the most important part of the process. If Keima didn't meet exact requirements by the new mouth scanner that was still under testing, Tsuya could have self imploded. Her laptop waited patiently. Miku motioned for Chimera to continue.

'But, the android has successfully accepted all of the subject's answers. However she still lacks a central emotional process unit, therefore negating the connection between her facial feature change and her internal situational development adapter. Thus she cannot express her emotions on her face unless under extreme stress. I can attempt to change this from a wireless connection, but I'm afraid I might cause her main language reac-'

'Say no more, just don't do anything. Record her progress. Record his reactions.'

She smiled. This could go into a stereotype.

'She fits the kuudere type. Keep it like that. We should be able to maint-'

The door squeaked open. A shuddering girl with rust colored hair came in, with her hair covering her face.

'Oh, is that you Kono-chan?'

The girl stops upon being greeted by Miku.

'Ojou-sama...'

Tears dropped from her face. Miku groaned. Here goes.

The girl showed her face, an indignant mess of blushes, concern, and a frown.

'Why does Tsuya get to go on the mission first! All I wanted to do was be first! But despite that, she had to go and leave fir-'

'Kono.'

'Ojou-sama!'

Kono ran into Miku's spread arms. She sobbed in total jealousy.

'Chimera.'

If laptops could shiver, Chimera certainly would have.

'Miku, I tried to compensate for that constantly over-heating emotional process unit, but it just does not come to me how to clean up the 3rd perambulating perimeter's code. It's all necessary. There is the same code in Tsuya, yet both have different emotion processes. I'm sorry, but-'

'Chimera, just leave it.'

As Kono cried, it concerned that now her Germanic dress was getting wet on its right side. This dress was definitely not able to absorb the two twin waterfalls coming from Kono's eyes. She was forced to take action.

'Kono, listen to me.'

Two eyes welled to the brim with tears looked upon her pathetically. Miku reeled back. Too close.

'Kono, you're going to go next, so-'

Instantly her eyes cleared and she tackled Miku.

'Ojou! Ojou! Ojou-sama, you're the best Ojou-sama in the his-'

'Off.'

Kono excitedly jumped off Miku.

As Miku collected herself, Kono ran to Miku's laptop.

'Chimi-kun! Did you hear! Kono-chan is going to finally have the chance to beat Tsuya! Tsuya! Tsuya!'

'Yes, I heard, Kono. Now please place me back on the desk. You might drop me.'

As Kono hurriedly placed the laptop down, with a small 'Ow.' heard from Chimera, and Kono once again gave her attention to Miku.

'When I see it necessary, the subject will receive you. I guarantee you,' upon seeing Kono's crestfallen face, 'that this will happen withing the next two days.'

'Arigatou gozaimasu! I will be sure that I will be superior in the research of the subject! Ha, Tsuya, you will rue the day you went to Subject-kun first! Ha, haha, hahaha!'

Keima shuddered. He had a damp feeling in him. Something was definitely wrong somewhere. He could only hope it wasn't about him. He continued to look for a pillow to use for Tsuya.

As Kono continued her maniacal monologue, Miku glanced at her laptop.

'You sure she can't be fixed?'

'Unless you want her to not be able to speak.'

She glanced at the hyperactive android who was currently drawing up plans to beat Tsuya in data amount.

'I'm seriously considering terminating her permanently.'

Chimera stayed silent. And then came across a possible problem.

'Do you think that the subject will be able to handle her?'

Miku simply gazed at Kono's obsessive notes scatter across the room, with the name Keima highlighted on all of them, circling around a crazed android with blood red eyes.

Keima sneezed, and once again didn't like this gut feeling that he was getting.

'Kami-sama, are you cold?'

Keima shook his head. He could go on.

'Just make sure Tsuya doesn't break anythi-'

A crash downstairs. Keima looked at Elsi impatiently.

'Okay Kami-sama! Tsuya-chan, I'm coming downstairs! Are you finished changing? Oh, those pajamas are too small, huh? I think Oka-san has some left over before she left. Hold on!'

Keima sighed. This was more stressful than Kanon's conquest. Who was also part of this. He could only hope that his life would continue without anymore drastic changing.

Gotta feel bad for Keima. I certainly do. Forcefully kissed, relied on, and beat up on several occasions. He must need more than a few bandages. And think! This is only a day. I'm sorry, but I'm honestly excited for Kono's debut. While Kanon is a closet yandere, Kono crosses that line. She's crazy. And crazy is fun to type up. Especially why you are when the early hours come by. So yes, R&R, as well as follow this story. Give some suggestions, like story format and such. All of this was inspired by various music and songs that I'm listening to.