AN: Sorry it took so long, guys!

Asmodel- Heh, one of the more fun things about this fic is imagining their expressions. I hear their voices; it's quite the blasty blast!

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Disclaimer- Don't own Tokyo Majin.

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Ai was pacing, and she wasn't a pacer. But she felt like if she stopped moving, the horror of this disaster would become all too real. How the hell was she supposed to get back? And how was she supposed to save her parents? Ai shuddered as the image of her mother being sliced open by the demon flashed before her.

The door opened, and Tatsuma entered. "Feeling any better?" He asked pleasantly.

"You guys probably think I'm nuts," Ai said, refusing to reciprocate inane small talk.

Tatsuma considered. "You'd be surprised at what we've had to deal with, and you'd be surprised at what we're willing to accept," He commented.

Ai snorted. "C'mon. If some crazy chick came up to me in my time and said she was from twenty years in the future, I'd think she was loco too."

"Well, maybe some of the others are a little unsure," Tatsuma allowed. "But I believe you."

Ai thought he was humoring her. "You do?" She sighed.

"You have Kyouichi's eyes," Tatsuma commented, with the air of someone remarking that it was probably going to rain.

Ai froze. He knew. One day here, and she'd already screwed up her future! She stared at her hands; already imagining them vanish, like a Hollywood film effect.

"You kinda look like Aoi, too…" Tatsuma said thoughtfully.

"Okay, okay!" Ai threw up her hands. "Obviously you get it. You cannot tell them. I've seen this movie, it would screw up everything!"

Tatsuma chuckled. "I'm not gonna tell them," He promised.

Ai sighed. "How long have they been together so far? Dad always said they got together in high school."

Tatsuma blinked. "Kyouichi and Aoi? They're not together."

Ai stared at him. "They're not together yet?"

"Until you popped into existence, I wasn't even aware they had feelings for each other," Tatsuma said honestly.

"Maybe you're just not really observant?" Ai said hopefully.

Tatsuma didn't answer. He'd had a feeling that maybe Kyouichi liked Aoi—at least unconsciously. He was always supremely protective of her, and his nastiness towards her could be some sort of manifestation of his feelings for her. But Aoi was a different story altogether.

And as for Tatsuma himself…well, obviously this here was more important.

Ai was beginning to panic. "They're supposed to get together! During they're senior year! If they don't, then Atsushi and I are screwed!"

Tatsuma snapped out of his reverie. "Relax. Do you remember when the story about how they got together? Maybe we can help things along."

Ai squinted in concentration. "I dunno…I don't remember paying attention…shit. Dad said something about them having a lot of help and some random coincidences…geez, I can't remember anything!" Her frustration nearly brought her to tears.

"Calm down," Tatsuma placed his hands on her shoulders. "Look, this week is Obon. We were all going to celebrate—do a little patrolling while we're at it. People are supposed to get romantic during festivals. We'll just make a—a matchmaking plan for them."

Ai blinked at him. "You mean you'll help me?"

Tatsuma got the weirdest feeling. Ai's eyes were precisely the shade of Kyouichi's, but currently they had the same wide-eyed, pleading effect of Aoi's. It was like mixing chocolate milk and whiskey.

"Of course I will," Tatsuma said, shaking off the feeling. "You're one of us. You have the power. We stick together, and we can't have you vanishing into nothingness, right?" He smiled at her.

Ai flushed for absolutely no reason whatsoever. What the hell?

"Thanks," She sighed. "So what's the next plan?"

"Get help from the most influential source," Tatsuma said cheerfully.

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"ARE YOU INSANE?"

Somehow, Tatsuma expected this reaction for Komaki. Ai, who was slowly getting more comfortable with her surroundings, stared the redhead down.

"Get Aoi together with that—that—delinquent?" Komaki sputtered.

"It's imperative to the future," Ai said firmly.

"Imperative my ass!" Komaki snarled. "You know what? I've just decided that I agree with Kyouichi. You are nuts. Stay the hell away from Aoi." Komaki crossed her arms, daring Ai to disagree.

Ai rose up to her full height. "Look, Dai—I mean, Sakurai. Believe it or not, I actually know you into the future. And I guess if this is the only way to prove it, then this is it."

Komaki's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You're Komaki Sakurai," Ai said, training herself not to say Daigo. She thought about her mother's friend—in the future—and prayed her personal traits hadn't changed that much.

"You were—are on the archery team in high school, captain even. You don't like fancy gourmet foods, you like candy and convenience store foods," Ai remembered often spending the night at Tetsushi's when she was younger. They'd always eat out unless Tetsushi's father was home.

"You like ghost stories, you're kinda protective, and—and—" Komaki was staring at Ai astonished.

Ai closed her eyes. "And your son is my best friend."

Komaki wasn't sure what to say. Everything Ai had said was accurate—aside from the weird son remark. Her stomach lurched.

"Kyouichi's not a bad guy," Tatsuma said helpfully.

Komaki whirled around. "Oh yeah? And what do you know? You're both keeping shit from me!"

Neither Tatsuma nor Ai answered.

Komaki screamed in frustration. "URGH! FINE! Only because I trust YOU, Tatsuma, not her!" She spat at Ai. Ai looked visibly relieved.

"But I swear to God, if he even lays one finger on Aoi…" Komaki throttled the air.

Ai looked insulted. "He wouldn't!"

"So you'll help us?" Tatsuma asked calmly.

Komaki kicked something at random, glowering at the both of them. Finally, she bit out, "Yes."

"Good," Ai sighed in relief. "We'll start tomorrow night—during the festival."

Unbeknownst to the three of them, a white, orange, and black cat with one eye stared at them from a windowsill. It then turned up its nose, and went off to report to its master.