The Reeling

A fanfic by Takagi

Disclaimer: I don't own TWGOK.

Chapter 9: "This is For Self-Protection…"

Not only he is unreal at analytical skills, he also has a strong, excellent memory. He could recite the number of pi to 80,781 digits. He can recall world's historical events without breaking sweat. He remembers every detail in any programming language, so he can work really fast. Thanks to this special gift, he could pass any exam with ease. That's why it's understandable if the fact that he forgot such an important event would frustrate him terribly.

Keima rushed his feet. He couldn't wait to learn about his forgotten past. He really needed to meet this other childhood friend of his. He had expectation in her. Therefore, he should do something to make her absolutely able to meet him.

While walking out of his apartment, Keima reached his smart phone in his jeans' pocket and made a call to Haqua Herminium from the phonebook application. For the record, he never called her. Not even once.

After waiting for a couple of beep sounds, the other end finally answered, "Katsuragi? What's wro—"

"—Haqua, where are you now?" he cut in before Haqua could finish speaking.

"Eh? Why do you ask?"

"Just answer the question!"

"Eeeeh? W—why should I tell you? You don't know privacy do you!?"

"I want to meet you! There's something I need to ask! It's important! Top priority!" Keima yelled.

"… hmm… You seemed serious. You okay?" she asked him back, rather than an answer.

"Not funny. I've always been serious."

"Yeah, yeah~"

"Tch. You'll come to class, right?"

"No, I won't~" she replied in another playful manner.

"Great. Then I'll come to your room."

"Hey, wait! It's a girl's dorm! You can't just enter!"

"… Haqua…"

"Yes?"

"Are you in the bathroom?" he asked. Keima could hear the sound of water splashing violently from his phone. It seems like the other speaker had just jumped off of the bath.

"Wah! H—how could you know?"

This time, Keima heard the sound of door opened. The very sound was echoing with the same one from his phone.

"Cause I am already here?"

"…"

Their eyes met. The atmosphere felt heavy as none muttered a word. The blushing girl who wore nothing but a white towel that wrapped her wet thin body could not hide her shock. There's other person in her room, a member of another gender. He's looking at her just a second after she went out of the bath. Normally, a girl would scream if they were in the same situation, but Haqua didn't. She calmly took a deep breath and sighed it off.

"You've always been like this since forever, huh." She walked past Keima. Her wet feet were making splattering sounds against the wooden floor.

"Heh. Guess so," he closed his eyes and grinned casually as he made his way to the bed and sit. "I'm sorry for barging in without warning. The dorm is closer to my place so I decided to come here instead of the campus."

"Hee… Is that so…" Haqua responded while opening the cupboard that's next to the bed where Keima is sitting.

"Anyways. The important thing I'd like to ask is… Do you remember about—"

"Wait, Katsuragi." she interrupted, "Why would you think I'll let you off the hook for breaking into a girl's room?"

"Hmm… Because we are mature now? So you already got used to me seeing your delicate body?" Keima answered firmly.

*THUD!*

Keima turned his head to where the sound came from. He was shocked. He thought he just seen a demon, a purple-haired demon with fiery eyes with an enormous scythe of death in her hand and a towel covering her body. "Eh? Haqua, what's with that huge scythe? You into cosplay or something?"

"No. This is for self-protection…" she answered. "… Against burglars or other mad men…"

"I see. I thought you're portraying Akuha from my favorite galge of all time, 'World Only Devil-King Knows'… But well, in your self-protection case, maybe having a taser or stun gun would be better. It's portable," he suggested. "Hey, tell me why are you holding the scythe now? No burglars or mad men here."

"It can also used to protect me from a pervert who broke into my room while I'm taking a bath."

"… Hmm…" Keima put his hand on his chin and nodded slightly. He calmly stood up while conveying, "I'll go to the bathroom while you get cha— GYAAA!"

It's all too late for him. She already hit him as hard as she could with the blunt side of the scythe, sending him outside through the door. He could have sworn he felt like a car hit his head not twice but thrice.

The sun's light flashed Keima's eyes as a puff of smoke is streaming up from Keima's head comically. When he got on his feet, his blood is flowing down from his head. He grit his teeth and yelled, "It hurts like hell!"

"All I did was breaking in! She's wearing a towel so it should be fine, right? Curse that girl!"

Turned out he was back to the gate of his apartment now. The girls' dorm was only a block away from the place. That's why Keima preferred to visit her instead of meeting her at class earlier. However, the plan didn't work out since he came at such bad time. Now, he intended to try again. But just when he was about to cross the street, someone greeted him. It was a girl around Keima's height with lustrous straight black hair, wearing a white dress and a jeans jacket.

"Hey," she muttered.

Keima turned at him, "Oh, it's you. Fancy meeting you he—"

"—Who…?" she cut in as she clenched her fists.

"?"

"WHO DID THIS TO YOU?" she exclaimed with furious glance.

He face-palmed and sighed.

"Geez, calm down…" Keima skilfully reached her clenching fist. "… Kusunoki."

a/n: Yeah... Another short chapters... Guess this is all I could produce in this state.

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