The World an Idol Only Knows
Flag 2.4: Prelude to the tour
Disclaimer: This story is a fan-base story. All scenes are a work of fiction and are by no means based on real events or people and are likewise pure coincidental. The World God Only Knows is owned by Wakaki Tamiki, please support the official release.
It's finally here...
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She's finally done it...!
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The dreaded day!
"I'm sorry Keima but I have to pull back my card since we are nearly in the red now. We have to save up funds or else we will lose our business." Mari explains to Keima as the situation they are in is dire.
You see, even if you are a God well-known throughout the internet, in order for a person to continue their lifelong career as an internet celebrity they must do the things which made them popular in the first place.
In this regard, Keima, also known as Otoshigami, must continue playing bishoujo games in order to maintain his undeniable status.
However...
"W-What do you mean we are in the red? Isn't your store prospering quite splendidly? Heck you made me work on the bar from time to time!" Keima exclaimed with pure shock and anger. How he worked as a makeshift bartender in an otherwise ordinary cafe is beyond him but during those times he will be damned if there were no customers coming.
The need of the many for Keima's brewed coffee is legendary on its own.
"Well, maybe it's because you keep buying games like there is no tomorrow? I checked the receipts twice now and they have surpassed the usual limit I have put onto your allowance." Keima visibly gulped. It was true; he was burning three times the amount of money he can get in a month.
Now don't be surprised, bishoujo games and all affiliated games in that general category have a price that isn't to laugh at. Most buyers would probably think twice before buying it... if the market wasn't Japan.
You all probably know Japan and their anime history and lingo correct? Well, they have a huge market and can rake in millions just from a single successful game. The excess can garner an anime adaption, a light novel series, and possibly a sequel.
This has happened many times before in real life.
Also, Keima was spending so much money buying his games for one sole reason:
So that when the day came that he will meet his untimely end, courtesy of the young idol of course, then he solemnly vowed that he would at least play as many games as he can before they meet.
Of course, those meetings are over now.
But...
"Damn, I've really done it now. Because of this, I'll be delayed on playing my games for a few weeks but by then new games would come to life! Damn it all!" If Keima could cry, he would have done so without delay. The only reason he didn't is because he didn't want his mother to know what he went through the previous month.
"I'm sorry, Keima dear. If you can I will allow you to work part-time somewhere else to buy your games. Until then you'll just have to stop altogether for the time being." Keima never heard such dreadful words in his whole life.
Games are everything to him, down to the smallest detail to the complete capture of the heroine. Basically, his whole life culminated from all the hours he spent to conquering girls(2-D)!
Now he has to find a job... oh how he dreaded the idea. Other than being known as a social recluse, Keima is also known for being picky with his jobs. The only reason he worked on the cafe is that his mother owns the business.
Finding another job is a difficult task. Keima knew that well enough as he barely talks to other people. Taking small jobs like a shop clerk or waiter was out of the question.
He can also do private tutoring; he once did that with Ayumi but there is a chance no one will have him tutor them.
What should I do? I don't even want to sell my old games. They are my most prized possessions. They are the proof of my achievements.
There is no way in this lifetime would I sell my precious games.
"Alright Okaa-san, I guess I'll wait it out for a while." Admitting defeat, Keima went ahead, finished his breakfast, and went out the door to school.
"I'm heading out."
"Have a safe trip!"
Rolling his eyes he went off to school.
Keima's POV
I didn't think I would leave such a gaping whole in mom's funds to leave her nearly on the red this month. However, it is expected, I've wasted a lot of money every week to play games to my hearts content on the likely chance that the crazy 3-D idol would finish me off out of anger.
Though I have the option to go find a job, I doubt anyone would want to hire me. I also would really want to avoid talking to people as much as possible. It's annoyingly difficult to talk to the 'real' and occasionally I go into a halting stop when confronted. I am quite aware that I can be irritating at times because of my unsociability.
The only job I can get is probably working on a public library or become a private tutor. I can do both since I will have minimal interaction with a lot people though the job still requires me to talk to them.
However, the money I will be earning won't be enough to buy any games. Minimum wages in this country is not something to laugh at. Add that to the fact that it's really annoying how the value of games have rise so much over the years. This year it increased by approximately 30% for some reason and I can barely afford the games I want. This isn't going to be easy…
"…"
My thoughts came to a sudden halt once I noticed that my surroundings changed to that of the school's front entrance. The first thought that came to my mind?
"Ah, I'm already here."
I looked around for a bit and noticed that there are still other students passing by to go to their respective classes. A few came in groups while others came individually only to bump into someone they know.
I'm an exception to this though because of my status as 'God'. (Alewar: Lol, I'm not letting you waste your youth! Chief93: We gotta stop doing this.)
Suddenly someone smack my back with a loud slap and made me fall forward, my back ached as I turned towards the perpetrator.
"Good morning, Katsuragi-kun!"
How I wished I didn't turn around that day…
"…"
I slowly got up from my prone position before turning and giving nod.
"What are you doing here, Takahara-san?"
Ayumi looked surprised before giving me an answer.
"Speak like you know me and call me Ayumi-chan~"
I'd rather die than call you that.
"What are you doing here… and talking to me?"
I have no friends and that is no surprise to me. I have lived these last 17 years without a single friend in my life. I didn't mind when no one tried to approach me, I didn't even care when I end up being alone in groupings.
But beyond all that, I didn't mind living the rest of my life without making a single friend. And I plan to keep it that way… however, Ayumi is a different case…
"What, I can't speak to my lonely gamer friend who is in need of great friend like me?"
By different I mean the same pain in the ass person who happens to be my "friend".
Anyways, I was already walking to class but…
"Ne~ Katsuragi-kun, this is the first time I find you not playing your games so early in the morning. Did something happen?"
Ayumi is still following me even though I am clearly trying to ignore her.
"Not much really, just that I won't be playing games for a while."
I previously learned that I should be careful with what I say to these 'real' girls. Any unpleasant remark will mean instant death and Ayumi isn't an exception… if any previous instances have taught me. Ayumi's surprise look is something I can understand because most of the times I just nod on her direction while continuing to play my games.
"Well, at least you wouldn't be chewed out by Nikaidou-sensei. God knows that she has a major problem with you." I paled a little; I don't think she treats me as a problem, she sees me as a nuisance. It started during the first homeroom when Nikaidou entered and introduced herself; after that, I lost most of my memory.
I later heard from the rumor mill that during that day it was particularly noisy and that a few extra hands from the school came into class right after. Since then she has been out for my blood. Though that is what most people will draw the conclusion to anyways; I still think it is because I find her classes boring.
"Hopefully I won't get eaten out for this when classes start," It isn't strange for me to have a genuine conversation with Ayumi. After a few awkward lessons, I started to communicate with her more and opened up a little. But, I still think that she is a person who I shouldn't even relate to.
I still don't even know how our relationship became like this… this 'sort-of' friends relationship only happens on sitcoms.
Eventually we got into class. When I opened the door, no one greeted me, pretty much the norm. But when I went to my seat and Ayumi came in later, she was greeted by her two friends 'Normal Girl' and 'Freckles'.
"Hmm? Did you say something Katsuragi-kun?" I raised an eyebrow at the girl who is behind the 'Normal girl' in class. Out of all the people I know, she is the only one who calls me by name.
"Nothing," I shook my head and returned to pondering by myself.
So much free time wasted and since I no longer have any games with me, which I can play, I have to wait to get home. I have nothing better to do… literally.
Nikaidou came in looking no different since the day she became our adviser. But, for a moment, she looked completely surprised to see me. Well more than surprised, she actually speed walked to my seat in mere seconds.
"No games today, Katsuragi?" She asked with a raised book in hand which promised pain if she finds my answer unpleasant.
"Until my mom's business is out of the red, I'll be behaving in class."
I don't really want to do this but now that I don't have my games to distract me I'll have to listen to her class.
If I aggravate her in any way, then she will make the next few weeks difficult for me.
"I see,"
She went back to the blackboard and started taking attendance. I always have to stop my gaming when she starts to take attendance. If I don't respond then she'll mark me tardy; I experienced this once during my first year.
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Our Principal called my mom and I into his office along with my advisor and a guidance councilor. The advisor and the guidance councilor asked me to stop playing games in class. I didn't want to and they argued until late into the afternoon.
The whole matter settled down when a member of the school's enforcers came in at an awful time. He looked confused and came in to give his report for that day. He also asked what was going on. Our arguments died down and no one gave a response until the principal spoke. He told the boy, who was around my age, everything and understood the situation immediately. The white uniformed boy, the insignia of their committee, came to me and asked me a few things. When he was satisfied, he turned to the principal and gave his opinions on the matter.
The principal listened to every word, as if his opinion mattered. The principal turned to me and asked me if I am able to keep up with my classmates even if I play games in class. I told him that my advisor's lessons were boring so I play games and pointed out that the lesson was easy to understand. The enforcer chuckled at my remark while the principal raised an eyebrow at him but dismissed the enforcer's behavior.
After that day, I agreed to at least take my attendance and get a scoring of 60 or above on any test given to me. Needless to say, I aced every test my teachers threw at me quite easily but some just love to bother giving me difficult test either way.
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But back to class, I looked around and noticed that my classmates are paying attention to her lesson while some aren't taking it seriously.
Ayumi looked like she was struggling but I taught her well during our private lessons together … rather I just gave her the test questions and ignored her during the whole session.
The females were doing good… as expected of a school that used to hold only girls, however the males are a different story. I noticed a few reading comics while pretending to listen in class. To my left I saw someone having an early lunch; he probably missed his breakfast this morning. On the far corner behind me there was actually someone sleeping!
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How come Nikaidou-sensei always hounds me while the rest of the class are acting like this!?
This is so unfair! I only play my games! I even wear a headset so that I won't disturb them when they were writing! Why is there such a huge gap between me and the rest of the guys?!
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Tch.
Whatever, I just want this day to end already so I can go home and play the rest of the games I bought.
"Pss, Otamegane! This is for you!" Someone called to my right. As I turned, a piece of paper was toss at my face. The rest of my classmates either ignored that or didn't notice as I snatched the paper off my face and read its contents.
"Meet me on the roof during lunch today."
What?
Is this from…?
I immediately looked around my classroom and lo and behold, the pink haired idol girl is a few rows to the front. When I found her, I noticed that she was staring at me. Our eyes met and she looked away and pretended she was paying attention to class even though I pretty much caught her staring.
I felt a chill go down my spine; I definitely am not looking forward to my lunch break.
"Did everyone get it? This lesson will come out of your test later this semester!" Nikaidou yelled which took the attention of the rest of the students who were goofing around and started to take this class seriously.
Ah, I see. So this is how she deals with our class everyday.
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I almost feel kinda sorry for her… almost…
Lunch break…
I ended up coming to the roof much earlier than I intended. Though I always end up here one way or another, this time was different. The 3-D Idol called me out and I accepted albeit halfheartedly hoping this will be our last.
"Thank you for meeting me here, Katsuragi-kun!" A formal, yet professionally tone called out to my right as I turned.
I found the pink haired idol give a low bow while stretching out a sandwich…
It was actually our school's famous omi-soba bread.
I blinked; it wasn't easy to get this sandwich. These would mostly be gone by the time I get to the stands.
Don't get me wrong, I only go to their stands because the shade the trees gave was pleasant. I also wasn't there to eat their bread… well I do end up eating some because of a certain nosy athlete.
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Back at class…
"Achoo!" Ayumi sneezed as she covered her nose with her handkerchief.
"You getting a cold, Ayumi?" Ayumi's childhood friend, Chihiro, asked.
"I-I don't think so," She said while making sure to wipe her nose.
"I get the feeling someone was talking badly about you just now," Her other friend, Miyako pointed out.
"Must be Katsuragi then," Ayumi concluded. The asked her why she thinks it was him which caused her to say "it's cause he finds me annoying,"
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Back to Keima…
Regardless of my opinion of wanting to eat or not, I took the bread off her hands out of pure instinct. At first, I questioned myself on why I took it, and then I remembered this scenario happened with Ayumi as well.
"Damn instinctive reflexes…" I silently cursed to myself. Not even a day has passed and already I found myself unconsciously accept offers from her as if I am in one of my games right now.
"No, no problem." I ended up saying as I look away from her.
Now, I am no fan of bread. Heck, I don't even view eating as something I like to do but it is necessary. I once spent time eating less so that I can play my games longer but I ended up getting sick and malnourished. It took me two weeks until I was able to return to my proper diet that I won't end up collapsing on.
Nowadays, I usually resolve on sucking on a piece of mint candy and ignore my empty stomach. I'm still good with eating a simple meal or a sandwich but I still find it bothersome.
"So why did you call me out here?" I asked as I removed the wrapping around the bread to eat it.
The 3-D idol looked away a bit to try to think on what to say before answering.
"I'm going to cut to the chase, Katsuragi-kun… I want you to become mine!"
I nearly did I spit take at her sudden declaration. A flag rose way above my head signaling danger afoot. This is bad; I am sailing on unknown waters. I've seen this many times… in games.
"W-What?" I asked hoping that I misheard her.
"You see, not many people know about this but my career is skyrocketing to amazing heights."
No, really? You'd think all of your posters, ads, and appearances on tv was hint enough that her career is reaching new heights. Now I have the person, herself, assuring me that her fame was no joke.
"Yeah, it's really hard not to notice you…" I silently remarked to myself. I silently true away the wrapping of the bread to the nearby thrash bin.
"Because of that, the people that I contracted with decided to hold my tour much earlier than expected."
Okay, it isn't unheard of for many idols to have tours whether if they are sudden or not. It happens a lot in games that I find myself lowering my guard a little.
"However,"
And it isn't no surprise to me that I find myself raising my guard up higher than usual. Always expect the monologue to catch a gamer off guard.
"We are short on staff… or rather we are short on hands to help promote this sudden event they forced on us." She gave me a look of determination as she said this.
"Is that so?" I asked between bites of my sandwich, which I am nearly done eating.
I gave her a questioning stare before finishing the sandwich she gave me.
"What has this got to do with me?" I asked bluntly. I hate it when the developers promote so much foreboding that it nearly gives me a heart attack. I've seen this many times and this is the first that I am seeing it in real life.
"…"
For a moment, I felt that her stare was looking pass me somehow. Something deep inside me is telling me that I should help her. At first, I ignored the feeling but the next few words she said made me stop thinking entirely.
"I want you to become my roadie,"
Ah, I see. She planned all of this from the very beginning.
Ingenious…
Purely ingenious…
"I am sorry but I will have to decline your o-"
"I negotiated to my manager and she agreed to pay you in gaming releases for the duration of the tour." She said with a twinkle in her eye.
On second thought,
"I would like to think this over. Please give me a few minutes," I said as I assembled the greatest minds inside of my head to a grand meeting for this important decision.
"Order! Order!" Grand Judge Keima yelled onto the crowd of Keimas.
"Your honor, the prosecution offers a pay of game releases for the hard earned labor 'we' will be doing for this fake idol!" Prosecutor Keima von Karma declared with a brush of his smooth black hair.
"Objection!" Defense Attorney Keima Wright yelled for the whole court to hear with the dramatic pointer pose.
"We have to remember the crimes she had committed in the past! Don't forget the dark days of paranoia when we had to meet with the fake idol for the last month! Remember what happened when she electrocuted us!" He yelled as the defense's eyes filled with hatred.
The crowd agrees to his statement but the prosecution wouldn't want this case to end so easily.
"Objection! While it is true that she caused us many nights of distraught, this agenda has already been settled the day we received confirmation that we won't have to meet with her anymore!"
"Hmm…" Judge Keima hummed as he stroked his long white beard.
"While it is true that the fake idol has tormented us for the past month. I have to agree to the prosecution that this matter has long been settled."
"But your honor-"
"HOWEVER!" Judge Keima yelled, promising a penalty to those who interrupt him again.
"This case is settled around whether or not we should accept her offer. Our dispute in the past is relevant but it is what we decide now that we can either end this or prolong it." He said finally with a bang of his gavel.
"So, I will let the jury decide whether or not to take this offer or not." He said as he turned to the jurors who were also Keima.
"Let us talk it out amongst our colleagues, your honor." The appointed jury foreman, Keima, said as he and his fellow Keima left to discuss this issue.
"We have come to a verdict and decision."
"Well that was quick," Judge Keima said as he raised his long white eyebrows.
"It has come to our attention that, whether or not we accept this offer, the defendant, Keima, will still suffer a few days with no games and the wrath of the fake idol." Keima declared for the whole court to hear.
"It is therefore in our best interest to accept this gesture as a sign of a truce between the republic of Keima and the fake idol. If we somehow end this cycle between us then shall we be free from her tyranny!" Many of the Keimas cheered and cried tears of joy. Prosecutor Keima silently cried tears of joy while Defense Keima dried his own tears. Judge Keima then banged his gavel to give his verdict.
"You know what to do now, Keima. Go and make us proud!" And with that Keima's head has come to a decision.
The winds pass us by as I returned to the real world. Kanon was looking at me intently, hoping that I accept her offer. She will wait no further as I went forward.
"I'll accept your offer," I said clearly as Kanon cheered but I stop her.
"However, I want to play my games during my breaks and during your time on stage. Also, I won't be doing any heavy duty stuff. My hands can barely lift anything else other than our school's tables and chairs." I demanded calmly as Kanon put a finger to her lisp before giving me a smile.
"I am sure we will find a way to give you just that~"
"You better, I really don't like to spend my free time doing a lot of labor." I said as I halfheartedly turned my head to the right.
Kanon's POV
Yes! I got Katsuragi-kun to accept my proposal! With this, I am one-step closer in fulfilling my desire to make Katsuragi-kun my fan. However, this is just the first step of my plan and he didn't make it any easier in my part. I truly believed that he might not show up as revenge on what I did weeks before. But now, I am glad that he showed otherwise my plans would go to waste.
"Shall we go then?" I asked Keima as he looked at me confused.
"We're going already? Now? I never thought it was that rushed," Keima commented as the two of us head for the door.
"Yeah that too but what I meant to say is we need to go and get permission for you to skip school for a few weeks." I said as Keima came to a halt and looked completely dumbfounded.
"Wait-! Are you telling me that I'm going to skip school to help you with your tour?" The way he said it made me think he hasn't done this before, then again, people rarely get this chance to go on tour with an Idol.
"Ah, yeah silly~ You are going to be my roadie and help with moving my stuff from different regions for me to perform~!" I said cheerfully as I bring my hands together and placed them to the side of my face as I lean my head.
"…" He was silent for a while; I guess this is a first for him. He doesn't show it but deep inside…
"Awesome," That is what he is thinking. It is obvious by the look on his eyes.
"Let's go then," I told him, which snapped him out of his thoughts looking embarrassed.
It took us five minutes to head to the Teacher's Lounge. Seeing as it is still lunchtime, the only teacher available inside was Nikaidou-sensei. The room is actually quite spacious. There are tables everywhere, which aligned to other tables like an office with no walls. There are also wooden shelves containing trophies, picture frames, and other noteworthy accomplishments the school had.
I turned to Keima and he looked unimpressed with the room. When I asked him why he told me that he has seen at least 3 of exactly the same pattern of rooms in his games.
"Though there are less scenes where you end up in the teacher's lounge these days. It is still a required setting for most adult audiences. You will most probably start here if you just transferred or come here if you are a member of the committee or the class president." He said matter-of-factly.
The way he is explaining these things actually intrigued me. He looks so happy when he talks about his games but we aren't here about that.
"Let's go talk to Nikaidou-sensei so that we can have you skip out a few weeks," I pointed to our homeroom teacher sitting on a corner and looking at papers while drinking from her cup.
"Eh?" For a moment there, I saw absolute fear flashed before his eyes before giving me a serious look.
"Do we… have to talk to her?" He looked away as he said that. This actually made me confused because the two look like they are getting along.
I shrugged and pointed towards her. "Let's just go and tell her, okay~"
Keima grunted but went to talk to her anyway. When we got to her table, she noticed us and put down the papers she was holding.
"This is a surprise; I didn't think you will come back here again." Nikaidou wasn't looking at me as she said that. I turned to Keima who only glanced to the side, avoiding her gaze.
"I wouldn't be if I hadn't accepted her offer." Nikaidou then turned and noticed me. For a moment, I saw her eyes widen before returning to normal.
"You actually think that a waste of space like him will help you on your tour?" I cringed a little at her choice of words. I was about to respond but Keima beat me to it.
"Hey, unlike the rest of your class, I am actually doing very well for myself!" Keima practically screeched, eyes blazing and face turning red in anger.
"Well, unlike the rest of the class, you are the only one who completely dismisses my lessons. At least the rest have the decency to listen halfway through or pretend to listen unlike you!" Nikaidou countered as she gave a glare of her own.
By now, I can tell that these two have a history together way before I even met Keima-kun. The two kept bantering to one another like little kids, it would have went on but I stepped in and ended their childish acts.
"Now that's enough you two~" I said as I pressed my hands together. "Sensei, I chose Katsuragi-kun for a reason and I would be glad if you help me out by having him skip class for a few days~"
Nikaidou gave an annoyed look but relents her argument with Keima. Keima turned away too; but unlike her, he hid a small grin on his face as if he won. She opened her drawers and brought out a stack of folders. Each folder has different lessons written on it and each had the word 'exam' below it.
"You'll need to do these before you can skip class," Nikaidou practically shoved said folders to Keima's limp hands as he struggles to hold them together.
"Is this… all of it?" He struggled to say as one folder actually dropped from his hands and scattered the test papers from within said folder. He gave a groan before bending down and try to pick the papers up. However, he forgot he was still holding a stack of them and ended up dropping those as well.
"Damn it…" He cursed silently as I decided to help him out.
"Here let me take that," I picked up half of the folders he dropped. Keima went and picked the rest up and return the papers into their folders.
"You can go and do these tests on the school's Library. It's practically the only place quiet enough to answer these things privately." Nikaidou said as she returned to her work as we head out.
"That was… interesting?" I slowly said as Keima grumbled.
"Annoying 3D teacher," He said aloud as he held each folder tightly. I giggled as we head to our school's library.
Library Building
Our school's library is actually a building of sorts with three floors and holds the largest assortment of books that I have ever seen. It is a place said to house even the city's records when the public library needed to hide a few things. Rumors say only a hand few of the student committee and teachers know where the city is hiding their secrets. I even heard from our school's rumor mill that there are witches living beneath our library's basement. I find the rumor silly but when I actually went inside… I find myself actually thinking that there might be some truth to their words.
"I've seen a lot of libraries in games before. This is the first time that I am seeing one comparable to Neg*ma's Library Island," Though I can understand what Keima is hinting at I am more surprised that he knows such a franchise.
"We should get inside. Here, let me open the door for you." I offered but Keima already opened the door and went inside leaving me behind. I pouted as I opened the door and catch up to him.
"This is a vast library we have, I have to admit." Keima said with awe as I couldn't help but agree. I once got lost inside this place due to its sheer space and size. It was a good thing I found a library committee member returning books nearby otherwise I would be stuck here. It is somewhat funny how it was nearly closing time when I finally got out and lucky as well since I didn't want to spend the night in the dark library.
"I'll go and do these things over there at the corner," Keima said as he went to the corner of the library, which is devoid of students, "Go and do what you want while you wait,"
Hold on, does he really think that he can answer all those test papers in a day? It took me weeks just to finish mine and that included the days I wasn't at school.
Without anything else to do, I decided to return the book that I borrowed here a week ago. I'm already done with my test so returning this book is actually good timing in my part.
"Ano… do you have any books on swimming forms?" A girl on the line, where the librarian is at, asked. I noticed that she was shorter than me and had a small build. She is probably a junior in our school as she had two other junior high students with her.
"…yes," The shy library committee member, who has black straight hair that goes down to the shoulders with ribbons on both side of her hair, said.
She went away for a few minutes before returning with a handful of books.
"This one is a theory about swimming forms and has very informative points. This one contains a guide on how to improve you in swimming and includes swimming forms. This one is a book on diets and body structuring and how to build your forms, and this-"
It seemed like it can go on forever but the younger girl in front of her, who has short brown hair which is bleached and frilled up, stopped her from continuing by picking a book and had it signed out.
The three junior girls left after getting their things. I know that the girl with frilly hair probably joined the swimming club but the other two with her don't have the signs of long hours of swimming.
The next girl on the line, before me, is a girl who I have the strangest feeling of déjà vu. The girl had dark-violet hair that goes beyond her shoulders but not clearly on her chest level. She tied her hair into a side-tail to her right side using a white-stringed ribbon.
"…" She handed over a book to the library girl as she merely looks to the ground. The girl in front of her took it without a sound.
"…thank you," I could have sworn that the shy library girl would have said more but she just returned back to her books as the girl with the side-tail left in a hurry.
Now I was sure that I have seen her in class but she barely talks to anyone. I noticed her staring at Keima, who is two desks behind him, as she stares intently.
Guess it is time to return the book I borrowed.
"I want to return this book please," I said politely as the girl look up at me and turned while looking flustered.
"…yes," She took the book away and placed it on her desk. I guess she will place them back along with the other books that she now has.
After that little exchange, I returned to where Keima is. I remembered the day I took the tests and it wasn't easy. I can probably give him hints when he runs out of ideas but I can't offer-
"Where have you been? I'm already done with the tests; seriously I didn't realize you will be slow."
I had to tame a moment to swallow that information in as the scene before me boggles my mind. Somehow, someway the boy in front of me is already playing his portable gamer out of boredom with the pile of test papers already answered on the desk.
"You're joking right? There is no way you could have-" But when I checked the test papers I noticed every single one of them has an answer. Even the ones that weren't tackled during some point of our teachers' lesson got answered.
"B-But how did you-" I barely asked as Keima turned off his game.
"It is very easy my dear Watson, the teachers are rather transparent and easy to figure out. All of their tests are conversely proportionate to their personality plus their outlook on how the class will do. They will give out questions in which they have repeatedly recited on class. Sometimes they would even make it seem like the questions are hard but that is just because the questionnaire does not go by order of lesson. It is something I often see sometimes in games,"
I can barely hold back a smile; his explanation was witty and informative that I understood it. Nevertheless, to answer them all in just a few minutes, I find myself staring at space with my mouth wide open in awe.
"You are amazing, Katsuragi-kun." I confessed as I find myself slightly flustered.
"This is nothing; you should see what they give me on the end of semester test." He said matter-of-factly. He took the test questions out of my hand and into the folders, he is holding. Each one put on each subject they hold as he puts them under his arm.
"I'll go and give this to our teacher. Let's go," He said as he turned to leave.
I soon recover from my awe and followed him, "We'll meet after school when everyone else is busy with their club activities."
"So, we are gonna leave immediately after classes then? Where are we headed anyway?" He asked as we got out of the library and headed to the teacher's lounge.
"We'll be going to my next stop, a commercial ad for a sponsor of mine."
"Okay, so I'll meet you there."
"No, silly~ The two of us are going to ride on my private car there. My manager will pick us up on the dot."
"…"
We finally made it to our destination. However, at that exact time, the bell rang signaling the end of lunch break.
"I guess I'll go ahead and go to class. Will you be fine on your own~?" I playfully asked as Keima scoffed.
"I don't need someone to look after me. I'll see you later today."
The two of us turned around and went our separate ways…
Third Person POV
"This will be…"
"This will be…"
"'The best/worst two weeks ever.'"
Little did they know that their two worlds are beginning to merge, accepting each others presence and enjoying the time that they will share.
But that is for another time…
To be continued…
Alewar's Notes: Well, this is it. You may think it isn't much and I will have to agree with you on that. But, this is the best that we could do. My buddy lost his computer and I am using an annoying notebook laptop to write this all down. Not the best way to write a story mind you but it is the best that I could do.
To some of the readers who expect a bit of a dark turn of events in the story. Well, you better expect the next chapter to be just that. I may not have experience but I'll make it as psychologically traumatizing as possible. Mess with your heads and throw them away like over-chewed gum on the pavement.
If you think we aren't serious, just you wait. I just didn't want to spoil it yet…
Heh.
Now to chief93 for his thoughts. Peace!
Chief93's notes:
Surprise! I'm alive!
HaHaHaHaHaHa!-ChokeChokeChoke!-CoughCough-Clearing throat.
Now before you decide to rip me to shreds like I deserve to be, here my excuse for the long wait.
Life, responsibility, currently try to find a tech college for a below average person like me, my computer crap out on me(using a phone is the worst way to writing a story.)
Well enough about me. Onto the story!
If you haven't figure out by now our notes are not exactly the most reliable way to know what's happening.
We even don't know what's happening and we writing the story.
This is what happens when you read a novice writer fanfic.
So why am I telling you this?
No reason.
Pissed yet?
So please criticism, reviews, what's your reason for reading this story.
But for real, We Are Sincerely Sorry for the long wait.