I'm really sorry about the slow update, but I'll probably take this long for the next few chapters too. I'm not entirely sure whether Umazaki is an actual Japanese name, but it sounds like one, so don't criticize me! XD Please enjoy!

PS: This is what I hope to be an 'extra-long' chapter...

Keima held his head in his hands, groaning. This just had to happen! Why was he so in need of anger management? He looked up to the setting sun, for a trace of the cute demon. The setting sun had dyed the sky pink, so he wouldn't have been able to see Elsie in her ridiculous costume anyhow.

"Katsuragi!" Haqua billowed softly to the ground. She frowned. "Where's Elsie?"

"Gone."

"How come!" The demon looked alarmed.

"Uh, well I…yelled at her, saying that everything was her fault and I-" Haqua slapped him across his cheek.

"Bastard! As if you don't know how sensitive Elsie is! And you should also know how she feels about her demon powers. She was finally getting something to work, and then you blame her for this mess!" Keima stayed silent. "No need to worry though. She probably come back when she's hungry," Haqua explained. "Meanwhile, let's get started! Here's the basic information for the girl in hospital." She handed Keima a thin board made of raiment. It was not unlike an uPad (since the original author changed PSP to PFP, I thought I might change the 'i' products to 'u') because it was touchscreen. He read:

Name: Yuriko Umazaki

Sixteen, born on the 5th May, 1995, blood type B, in Hokkaido.

Goes to Maijima Academy, scholarship for ballet. She competes every year in international dance competition – has won for five years in a row. Was disabled when she was ten years old – been in wheelchair ever since.

Friends with…

"She's a dancer?" Keima frowned. Haqua scowled at the uninterested bastard. Sigh…he'll never change, will he? Haqua thought.

"Do you have a clearer picture of her?" Keima asked. "The one here is all pixelated."

"Here," Haqua sighed. He'd never learn to appreciate anything. Keima looked carefully at the picture of his target, holding the photo gingerly.

Her pale gothic face made her delicate features stand out, vivid and dark. Yuriko's streaked blonde hair was combed neatly into a tight bun, atop her pointed head, a few curls spiraling out of the sides of her head, wispy. She looked like a drawing, sketched quickly, but with care.

Keima was a bit interested in her, but probably only because she looked like one of the characters in his dating sims! Dressed in a pale blue tutu, her pose was graceful, yet she looked pained and sad, tearful. The photo was detailed, with good light, and you could see the delicate lace and material on her costume. The frills opened out gently, but it was stiff enough to stay upright. Her arms were a bit blurred as she was in the middle of dancing, but you could tell she was a truly beautiful girl. Keima sighed, lay down on the grass and held the picture up to the sky.

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I really couldn't make Keima's character work for this part, mainly because Elsie wasn't here. I'm not too sure how he acts around Haqua, so he is hugely OOC. Anyway, continue…

Elsie wailed as she flew across the city, floating amidst the pink clouds. She sat herself on the top of Tokyo Tower, and started crying loudly, making the tourists far below frown, questioning whether it was a dying cat or a distressed vocalist.

"It really is all my fault!" Elsie sniffed. "I was the one who pushed Kami-sama over, making him lose his memory. I was the one who asked him to be my Buddy in the first place. I was the one who-" Her stomach rumbled. "Unghhh…I'm so hungry…I'd better go bac- Wait – I can't go back empty handed! I'll have to do something to apologize to Kami-sama…Knowing his temper, he probably still won't forgive me, but it's better than nothing!"

She thought for a bit, but didn't realize she was staring right at the answer. Across the road from the Tokyo Tower, there were huge skyscrapers with banners pinned up. The biggest, brightest, banner said: KANON CONCERT – WIN BACKSTAGE PASS! INCREDIBLE CHANCE TO MEET KANON THE IDOL! There was a huge snapshot of Kanon holding her new album, Sweet Memory. BUY "IDOL LOTTO" TO WIN TICKET! "Kya~ Kanon-san is so cute!" Elsie couldn't stop herself from squealing with excitement. "I want to see her again! She's such a nice person! I'd better take Kami-sama as well…THAT'S IT! I'll take Kami-sama to see Kanon! Then he'll surely forgive me. Now…I have to get a backstage pass for Kami-nii-sama!" She stood up, determined. "Mhm! Alright!" She jumped and did fancy dives and twists and spins in the air, then finally flew to the closest newsagent.

xxXxx

Sigh…Why do queues have to be so long? Elsie thought. She wanted to shove her way to the front of the line, but restrained herself. Other people have been waiting, too, she thought patiently. She was currently a hundred and fifty-nine metres from the front of the line, and the line was so long that it trailed outside the newsagent and went all the way down the street. Elsie felt extremely sulky, and she scowled. "I need Kanon the most! My head will be cut off if I don't get my Buddy to kiss her! (But actually I want to visit her anyway…)" is what she felt like shouting, but she knew it would be pathetic and desperate. Not that people would believe her.

"I'll never get the ticket," she sighed, looking down at the floor. She looked up and saw a group of teenage girls walking past, each carrying a massive bundle of lotto tickets, and they were smiling and laughing at each other, so they didn't notice the one ticket they dropped onto the pavement. Neither did anyone else. Everyone was pushing each other forwards toward the newsagent, arguing. Elsie's eyes lit up.

"Oh!" she squealed. She placed her foot where she originally was in the line to save her place, and lunged over to reach the ticket. She almost reached it, but then the stampede of people behind her pushed, making her fall over, landing on the ticket – but losing her place in the endless line. "Wahhh!" she cried. She tried replacing herself in the line, but people began to shout at her. Sniffing, she started walking towards the end of the line. Elsie noticed the shouting getting louder near the front, very loud. She turned to check it out, and her eyes widened as she saw the shocking, disappointing sign on the newsagent window. SOLD OUT – IDOL LOTTO SOLD OUT it read. Elsie fell on her knees, mouth open.

"K-k-kami-sama…" she whispered, then realizing she had that one ticket from the floor.

One ticket.

It was still worth the shot, wasn't it? Elsie darted between the angry crowd who were walking away, towards the newsagent. "Please! I have one ticket – let me see if I've won!" The store manager looked up at her, sucking on his cigar.

"Number?" He asked.

"Um…" Elsie read the ticket. "82229192," she said, doubtfully. The manager typed in a few numbers, and shrugged.

"You've won," he smiled. Elsie couldn't believe her luck!

"Ayyyy!" she squealed ecstatically. She jumped when the manager thumped a post directory on the table.

"Mark!" he barked. "Put this damn thing away!" he turned to Elsie. "Have fun with Kanon!" he said cheerfully, handing her two pink laminated cards covered with Kanon, Kanon and Kanon.

"Arigato!" She bowed at the manager, and quickly scampered off home.

NOTE: Arigato means 'thank you very much' in Japanese. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I hope it was long enough for you guys this time! Once again, I apologize for the late update. See ya next time!