Now, I had a blast doing the last chapter, here's the Miku perspective. Of course, I've recently felt that it's almost time for the two perceives to converge. That is, Keima and Miku finally go at it directly. Now, this is unlikely to happen anytime soon. I wish it would, but until then, split chapters. This actually is my more popular story in comparison to the Real Ideal, but RI is my, let's just say, IDEAL, story. Get it? No? Well, please enjoy the story, and try not to go through it too quickly. One request, okay? Let me at least have that.

Also, thanks for a thousand views on this story.

Update- Oh the memories...

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. She has several preferences in what she wears, but is usually a lab coat over a gray dress with black stockings.

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. She typically wears a all white jumpsuit.

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

Kono (no last name)- A feminine android with a physical feature of twin hair buns, with a dark red color. She is 145 cm(4 feet and 9 inches). She has black eyes that can gain a reddish hue depending on how excited she is. She has a flesh complexion. For other body features please see Kotori Itsuka (from Date A Live). She typically wears a bright red jumpsuit.

Fun Fact-She has a secret obsession over chess.

Shima Utori- A girl with wavy black hair, usually in a bun, but let down during the winter and mornings. She is 157 cm (5 feet 1 inch). She had bright brown eyes similar to that of chestnuts. She has a flesh competition, but due to her sport of beach volleyball, had a slight tan. For other body features please see Urara Shiratori. She typically wears the Mai-High uniform (note this subject to change).

Fun Fact-She is a compulsive gambler at heart, but only shows it when provoked to that point.

'...What the hell happened down there?'

Miku looked upon the large screen displaying a hole through Café Grandpa's wall, and a violet haired girl sitting on a table.

'It appears, if the data is correct from Tsuya's automated auditory sensors, that subject and the unidentified being had an argument, and the being then managed to cause subject to be sent out the building in high velocity due to the fact that i-'

'No, I don't care right now. Memo that hypothesis. Right now stay quiet so I can analyze from Tsuya's perspective.'

The laptop whirred in response, before going silent.

'Hey, JARVIS, wake up for a second.'

The laptop screen lit up in red.

'First of all, I'm far superior to any fictional butler created i-'

'Whatever, statistically, is it better to remain unmoving or to cause action in order to attract someone?'

Chimera immediately responded back as his screen returned to it's normal blue color.

'My opinion created from the statistics drawn up two minutes ago suggest that action would be the most likely answer, but no action cou-'

The AI found himself slammed down again what seemed to be the fourth time, and softly puttered an 'Ow.' Miku's grin widened to a full-fledged sneer.

'This is just...too good.'

Chimera perked up, but allowed Miku's hand to rest in his screen. He really wanted to tell her she just consulted her own technological creation about love. That was truly sad. But he kept with her.

'How so?'

'This android is attempting to court Katsuragi.'

She cackled in delight. This was what she was looking for. Those emotion performance progressors really did their job. It was such a pity the internal situational adapter had a bug that didn't connect to her facial feature changes properly. Nevertheless, the kuudere personality was a nice byproduct.

'...Is she being successful?'

Miku clicked on the screen labeled 'Subject.'

'His stats show no change. At least, no visible change. Either way, our girl is going to have a hard time trying to get him.'

She rubbed her hands in anticipation.

'But we're going to follow step by step.'

The scenery suddenly changed as the camera showed stairs.

'Hmmm, seems that they're go- Hold on, rewind the audio a couple seconds back.'

The camera sped back quickly, and the point of view showed Keima looking at Tsuya with slight worry, before returning to the violet haired one.

"No, in fact Tsuya here, is actually, in fact, a boy."

Miku burst into tears and laughter as she placed her head down in the table.

'Miku, MIKU! There is an emergency. Tsuya's reading show extreme malevolence. Unless you want that to happen, I suggest-'

She gave Chimera an amused smirk.

'The AI is equipped to deal with such situations. There are reserve compressors that delivers extreme benevolent data that scatters across the data processors, and lowers the emotional function's original goal, which in this case, is to throttle Katsuragi.'

Of course, Keima was still picked up, but gently placed down once more.

She watched with mirth. This was getting more interesting by the minute.

Suddenly, Haqua points a finger at them and whispers to Keima.

'But, Miku, the situation has now escalated to an identity que-'

'Watch.'

She typed in a illegible symbol from her keyboard, and the screen suddenly went into a kaleidoscope. The AI sucked in a breath of horror.

'What just happened?'

Miku yawned, and popped a lollipop in her mouth. Was this computer even remotely intelligent? He had been asking questions up til now.

'I set a command that forced Tsuya to jump on the two of them, thereby destroying the conversation. Simple, as I prefer this than creating a new conversational avoidment program that would be only insurance. However, Chimera noted the placement of Keima's hand as well as Haqua's rising facial temperature.

'...Miku, I believe Violet life form is about to turn into a violent life form.'

Miku glanced at the screen. Chimera was right. The purple haired girl had pulled out the scythe and was preparing to attack Katsuragi. Not good. And Tsuya was only made for defensive strikes. Definitely not good.

Before her fingers touched a letter, a hand shot out and blocked the blade.

'Wha-'

Miku rubbed her head in confusion. Why had Tsuya protected Katsuragi? Unless it was...

'Hey drone, remember that progression evolution model for AIs I made along with Tsuya and Kono? You know, the so called "self-education?"'

Ignoring the name, the computer hummed.

'... If I am true to the data banks in my memory, you said that the model required "several major improvements before being implemented" on any of the android's core systems. Is that what is going on?'

Miku's smile thinned.

'I may have forgotten to take that out. I believe there was too much tea involved.'

Miku cleared her throat, and the laptop remained silent.

'Whatever the case, it was very helpful today. Ah, seems they have gone to change. I should as well. Keep an eye on the progress, alright?'

And with that, the girl jumped off her seat and began to unbutton her lab coat.

'... I suppose she never did like the fact that Tsuya's body design was superior to her own.'

As the screen switched to nudity, the AI gave a sigh. It was such a pity that Tsuya was so independent of Miku. She had almost become an older sister to her creator. Which was something she was lacking and needed.

The door slammed open, and the lab lighted up, as Miku ran to her desk computer.

'What are they doing?'

The screen switched out from the screen saver picture of a symbol. A piece of blank bread sat in a plate, and at the corner of the perspective sat Keima.

'A piece of bread trick huh...she really learned a lot from anime. But downloading that was a pain.'

Suddenly, Miku stopped scrolling through the status, and rolled her chair to another computer.

'Did you find something you wanted to do?'

She hurriedly hacked into the Mai-High website, and issued a change in her schedule.

'...'

If Chimera had been given eyebrows, or a face for that matter, he would have certainly used them, especially at that moment.

Miku simply pushed away his doubt.

'What? My grades are already about to make me skip the grade as well. It was only a matter of time.'

'Do you really wish to directly interfere with that hare-'

'Yes, yes, and yes. It has reached the stage where my interaction is better than my observation. I might as well, seeing as you're a terrible commentator.'

The laptop visibly deflated at that jab.

She grabbed something from the table, briefly touched her ear and her eyes, and stood up.

'I have my contacts and earpiece on. Be sure to update me in the stats while I'm not here.'

The laptop teased the girl, as his desperate attempts to keep her in the room increased.

'Someone seems to be jealous, neh, Mik-'

The laptop was promptly slammed down and thrown in a drawer.

'Alright, I'm leaving, keep the progress, alright?'

The door slid shut, and the closed desk drawer rolled open.

'Can't that girl take a joke?'

As the limousine drove by the street, Miku sighed and clutched her bag roughly. She never enjoyed it when she had to go to school from where her Father lived, but she had little say in the matter, as otherwise she wouldn't have a lab to work with where her Mother lived. She closed her eyes and shook it a little. No time to regret such things. She had a slight headache, but nothing a little excitement wouldn't fix. Her toothy grin was not unnoticed by her driver, Hakewaka. He rolled down his window to the back and spoke.

'Ojou-sama, is everything alright? Are you perhaps hungr-'

The window was shut faster than one would be expected of a automated one.

Finally, as the car slowed to a stop near the school, Miku quickly grabbed the handle and ran out of the suffocating air in the car. As she breathed deeply, the limousine rolled off. She instantly heard a voice call to her.

'Ohayo, Miku-chan!'

She smiled and turned. She was unsurprised to find a girl with black hair and the Mai-High uniform on, her friend, Shima Utori, to be walking towards her.

'Ohayo, Shima-chan! What are you doing here?'

The other girl smiled warmly, and her hands were hidden behind her.

'Guess what I have!'

Miku sincerely hoped it wasn't something that required work, as sh-

Instead, she was surprised to be face-to-face to two meat buns.

'Ta-da! The convenience store was giving a bargain today. Have one, Miku!'

She accepted one graciously, and began eating it. Her breakfast of salmon soufflé wasn't the most satisfying food.

'Neh neh, did you hear about Katsuragi-senpai and how he had a lunch date with Kanon-senpai yesterday? Wow, so lucky. I wish I had a lunch date with Kanon. Because if I did, I would first...spoon feed her! Yes, I would spoon feed her. And then I woul...'

As Shima droned on about her usual rant and gossip, Miku polished off the remaining portion of the meat bun. This day was turning out better and better. Of course, her lack of sleep wasn't the greatest, but she was used to less than 2 hours of sleep. After all, having a project constantly moving was a very autonomous action by now, and Miku could go on autopilot when she was working. But now, she felt re-energized. She had gotten a friend to talk to, a project that was rolling. The taste of victory was in her mouth. Or that may have been the meat bun. Either way, she savored it.

As she walked away from Shima in the school to go to the third-year classes, Shima looked at Miku with teary eyes.

'Miku-chan, why did you have to move out of our classes now? Shima can't study without you!'

She laughed light heartedly. Shima should be able to keep up on the lessons. As she waved goodbye, Shima burst into a exaggerated waterfall of tears.

'Waaah, Miku-chan's so mean!'

Miku smirked. She had no idea.

As she ran to Katsuragi's class, she watched the teacher leave with frustration in her eyes. Seems he went to the principals to get a substitute. Perfect. It was difficult to fully introduce herself as a schoolgirl persona when the teacher was there with lessons, distracting the class from her.

As she realized how late she was, she ran to the class room door, but paused suddenly as her vision was blinded by green before clearing.

'Miku, the left contact will now show what Tsuya is currently looking at.'

She closed her right eye, but blinked upon seeing the sight before her. Katsuragi was wrapped around Tsuya's arms in a forced hug, which he seemed to have little choice. She smiled. Who told that android to start the party without her? As she threw open the door, she truly grinned.

Things may have finally started going her way.

'Sorry everyone, I'm late! Oh, hello.'

She surveyed the class. The majority of the class seemed pretty normal, but some rather eye-catching girls were still in there, at least, from the (famous) 2-B Pencils band. Ah, and there was that violent violet haired girl. And Katsuragi's so called sister. Speaking of Katsurgai, he was still held tightly by Tsuya, who had given a face of slight suprise. Which, with her facial features usually unable to process anything from her internal situation adapter's signals, meant she was throughly shocked. She smiled atrociously at the people that stood out.

As she bat an eye at Katsuragi, she concluded her dramatic entrance with a generic statement that also fit quite well with the situation.

'Looks like there are some new students now!'

Alright, the scientific parts suck, I know, but you gotta admit, sometimes those school scenes are just a great change in environment. Miku's different, Tsuya's last name is Yokkyun, Haqua reveals her tsundere characteristics, and those boring computers are gone. Great.

Also, Real Ideal is still on hiatus. Also, once again, thanks for 1,000 views for this story.

Update- Damn, I sure was optimistic back then.