Author's Note: I am incredibly sorry for the extremely long wait. I was bombarded with so much stuff, but now that my student teaching is over, I should have more time to work on stuff. I hope that everyone who enjoyed this so far this continues to read it! I already have Chapter 4 almost finished, I promise it will be posted soon and that it will be longer!

Warning: Dekomori is not herself in this chapter.

Good afternoon, this is Sanae.

My delusional outbursts so far must have been incomprehensible, and hard to follow. But now that I have calmed down and have come to my senses…

Allow me to summarize:

I met Rikka-senpai on the internet two years ago, and, having the same interests, we became close friends. We made up all kinds of adventures, and lived in a world of our own chuunibyou creation. This went on until she entered high school and was introduced to him. Togashi Yuuta… senpai. Unknowingly, he was the reason she got into chuunibyou and over time she became infatuated with him. When our club went on a trip to the ocean, the two became closer, as Rikka-senpai explained her father's death, and Yuuta-senpai comforted her. After this, her behavior became erratic around him as she realized- or denied- her feelings for him.

Recently:

One night during the school festival, I walked into the clubroom, and there was Rikka-senpai, sitting in the center of "magic circle" with eyes closed and legs crossed. I sat down in front of her, but she did not move. I tried to tease her and make her fidget- I poked her, waved in her face, blew in her ear.

Finally, she motioned me to sit down. The moment I did, she put her hands on my shoulders and suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace. It was something I thought could only happen in one of my fantasies, and no, I am not referring to the chuunibyou kind.

"Master!" I exclaimed, my face and eyes brightening. "W-what is it, Master?" Could it be Master cares for me? "Master, no! I am your servant!" I said frantically, turning my head side to side, flustered. "It isn't right to harbor such feelings." But I harbor them anyway.

And then, instead of outright saying how I felt, I used my usual, roundabout chuunibyou language: "Still, all know that the more something is forbidden, the more it is hungered for!"

No answer. Rikka-senpai stood up and walked over to the window, gazing out at the lighted night. And instead of the answer I had fantasized about so many times, she says: "I like Yuuta."

"Ah! Could it be a fake Master?!" was my natural chuunibyou reply. "First a fake Morisummer, now a fake Master?!"

In response, she lifted her eyepatch and showed me her yellow contact. It was really her.

"Meaning in other words… The Master is taken with Dark Flame Master?" And then the worst part: "I-in love?"

She nodded.

Denial. Rage. I viciously, foolishly, did the only thing I knew how to do. I prepared my hair. I attached maces to the ends of my pigtails, knowing their spikes would produce extra damage on his wry smirk. "Master!" I proclaimed. "I, Dekomori, have someplace to go, so I shall leave. I'll stop this! As your servant, I'll find he who stole your heart and to the darkness-"

As I said this, I turned toward her, ready to express my dire need for vengeance but… "What should I do?" Rikka-senpai asked, her eyes wavering, asking me for advice. Real advice, life advice, not tips about otherworldly matters, like I usually gave her.

I took a deep breath. It was time to act mature. As mature as I could muster. Because, for once, Rikka-senpai was relying on me, instead of the other way around.

I walked over to the window and placed my hands on its sills. The starlight and moonlight flowed through the glass in a blue mist, pale yet deep. Under different circumstances, if things had gone the way I wanted, this would have been a very romantic moment.

"You say that Wicked Lord Shingan has protected you thus far thanks to Dark Flame Master. I'm sure such strong emotion has been conveyed to Dark Flame Master, too." I wish I was the vessel of such affection, I thought.

I turned slightly away from the window and looked at her, the blue light glistening off her one exposed eye. "It's been a little over two years that I have served you." That… that I have loved you. "Your servant sees right through you."

Now I turned fully toward her. "There is no need to worry. Wicked Lord Shingan is the strongest. I'm sure all will go well."

I laid my head on her shoulder, knowing that it was the last time I would be allowed to cross such boundaries.

And so, the very next day, they confessed their love for each other. Of course, as you can guess, I was not pleased. All of the pride and worry I had swallowed the night before came rising back up, ready to spew out of my mouth at anyone who bothered me, even the slightest. "I, Dekomori, am in a foul mood. I shall fight you," I would tell the other club members, directing my rage at those who mentioned Rikka-senpai and Yuuta-senpai, pretending it was his face I was smashing with my "hammer." At one point, I was so angry, I filled my pigtail sacks with as much as I could manage, to the point where I could barely walk. My twin-tails dragged on the ground, pulling the tendons of my hair, causing damage that would last for years to come.

But as much as their relationship upset me, Rikka-senpai and I we were still Master and Servant. Until something far worse happened, something that severed the life, the existence, I had known for the past two years.

He made her, no, he forced her, to take off her eyepatch. He made her renounce her chuunibyou identity- Wicked Lord Shingan, the eyepatch, the invisible boundary lines, everything.

Again, you can imagine my reaction. I understood she liked him, and at the same time looked up to him, but she followed his every word- even if it wasn't in her best interest.

I could tell that she was miserable.

And so I fought.