Chapter 33: When two forces collide

Tenri and Hana sat opposite to each other, watching Keima groan. He gazed upon the ceiling, avoiding eye contact with Hana. I don't get why she's not at school at this time… But then again, I could ask the same for Tenri… Hana's eyes shifted to Tenri, forming a frown. Her intentions cannot be hidden so easily! I know exactly what you're doing, and I have a sure plan to win Keima's heart! The doppelganger appeared besides Tenri, holding her hand near Tenri's ears.

"Don't worry about that girl. I have a plan, so follow my lead."

Tenri turned her head to Keima, holding her hand out. Her body trembled, feeling her heart thumping. Suddenly, Hana widened her eyes in fear. Hey! She's trying to make her move! She swiftly placed her hands on Keima's head, drawing his attention.

"My my… I think you might be recovering well from that cold you contracted!"

Tenri widened her eyes, gazing upon Hana's hands. The doppelganger shook its head.

"Tenri, Tenri. You're being too slow!"

Keima turned his head, lowering his eyelids.

"You can move your hands now."

Instead of waiting for Hana to respond, he lifted himself off the ground.

"You two should return to school. I think I can go back to my room now."

Hana glared at Keima leaving her and Tenri behind. Why does he have to be so difficult? Keima again collapsed on the ground, forcing Tenri to quickly retrieve Keima.

"Keima-kun! You… You shouldn't keep doing this!"

Keima sighed. Reality… I will not stand for this any longer! Inside Hana's mind, her head fumed with rage. That little witch… Instead of expressing her anger, she quickly pulled Keima away from Tenri, putting him back in his bed. She covered him with his blanket, smiling at him.

"Don't worry about that. We'll make sure your recovery is as quick as possible!"

She turned her head to Tenri, giving her a fake smile.

"Perhaps you could get him a glass of warm water while he waits…"

Tenri quickly nodded her head.

"Yes…"

She walked away from Keima and Hana, leaving the room. Hana grinned sinisterly, imagining herself cackling like a witch. This way, I'll make sure Keima will love me more… when the time is right…

Yutuka lied on his bed, gazing upon the ceiling. I remember this feeling I had with this Tsukiyo girl… It was so long ago that I forgot. I was afraid it might happen to me again… He lifted himself up, shifting his eyes to a poster stuck on his wall. In some ways, if I'm successful… He gritted his teeth, shaking his head. I can't do that! That won't be the best way for me to help my god… But then again…

His mind recalled the times he stood near Tsukiyo. Somehow, it felt so right… He stood up and walked out of his room. Maybe I'm just overthinking this… Maybe I should just try harder… Perhaps I should forget about this girl and assume that it was all nothing…

"Hey brother! I need help with the DVD player!"

"Have you turned on the power point?"

He stood still, waiting for Ryou's response.

"I forgot about that! Thanks!"

Yutuka pulled out his PFP, holding it near his face.

"I might have to resort to getting advice from my god…"

Hana gazed upon Keima, watching his glasses glow. I don't get why he won't talk… He doesn't even have that 'PFP' of his with him! Suddenly, he abruptly stood up from his bed, facing the door.

"I sense a message being delivered to me!"

Hana lowered his eyebrows.

"How could you possibly have known that?"

He ran out of his room, making her sigh. I'm not sure about this, but perhaps I'm not progressing any further at this stage…

"You may have received some tactical advantage over me, but that doesn't mean that you'll be able to win the war."

Hana widened his eyes, turning her head to Tenri.

"Since when have you started talking with more confidence?"

Tenri glared at Hana, conjuring thoughts inside her mind.

"That doesn't matter much. What you should come to understand is that I don't often go down so easily! For my love will triumph over yours!"

Hana gritted her teeth. So she revealed her true form to me… That could possibly mean that my opponent is tougher than expected… She closed her eyes and grinned sinisterly.

"You can talk all you want. I'll soon find a way to make him mine once and for all."

Kumuro hid behind the bushes, watching Amika sitting with Miyako. Hana's advices echoed inside his head. You have to be more open to her. You two are going out after all… He sighed, closing his eyes. And yet, I have to hide behind the bushes due to this little dilemma… He slowly emerged out of the bush, glaring at his targets. But this time! I will succeed! I shall talk to her without being so nervous! He slowly marched towards the girls, feeling buffed up inside his mind.

A few seconds later, he retreated back to his bushes, whimpering in fear. I can't do this! What happens if I can only say a word? Oh god! Why am I not prepared? He lifted himself up again, glaring at his targets. No! This is no time for such petty problems! I must succeed! I know I can! He marched towards the girls with renewed vigour, picturing himself as a warrior. As he draws near them, he closed his eyes and smiled.

"Hey there, ladies!"

Amika gasped quietly, feeling her cheeks red. Miyako turned away from Amika, smiling back.

"Oh hey there! Do you wanna join us?"

Kumuro sat next to Amika, nodding his head.

"I would be glad to do so!"

He turned his head, facing Amika. Okay Kumuro. You can do this! Just think up of anything you can talk about. Now, go! His mind drew blank, making him slowly whimper. Oh who am I kidding? I can't do this! I don't know what to talk about!

"Oh umm… I forgot… I think I was supposed to umm… find Keima buddy…"

Miyako blinked at Kumuro. Kumuro stood up, running away form the girls.

"I'll talk to you guys later!"

Miyako turned her head to Amika, scratching her head.

"Is there something wrong, Amika-chan? It's almost as if he has done something wrong?"

Amika shifted her eyes to Miyako, smiling as if she doesn't have any burdens.

"I'm sure he just forgot about that friend of his…"

"So this messenger finally wanted my help. And it's a tough question too."

He placed his fingers near his chin, humming to himself.

"If what he said is definitely true, then this Tsukiyo girl might have some sudden interest in that guy… However, if I get him to try and pursue her, and then he failed the mission, then I have to find someone else to draw her away from me…"

He fell flat on the ground and sighed.

"This is indeed a tough decision…"

He moved his fingers around, creating a reply to Yutuka.

"But then again, if I also help him, then the chances of success would no doubt increase."

"Keima! I'm home!"

Keima widened his eyes in fear. Crap! If she finds out I'm in here, there's no telling what would happen!

"I hope you're not in that room again! Or I will be extremely disappointed with you!"

He quickly rushed out of his room, reaching for the other side.

"Aha! So you have been out of your room…"

Keima slowly turned his head, whimpering at Mari. She gritted her teeth, clutching her shopping bag tightly.

"You would even force your childhood friend to let you go?"

Keima scratched his head nervously.

"No no… it's not like that…"

Hana and Tenri popped their heads from the room, blinking at Keima. Mari pushed her feet against her back, making him squirm.

"Go back to your room and at least get better!"

"Wow Keima. You sure took a huge beating from your mum…"

"Shut up…"

Kumuro sat next to Keima, blinking at him. He turned his head to Hana, making her face away from him.

"Why were you at Keima's house that whole time?"

Hana sighed.

"I… I needed to tell him something important…"

Keima sighed.

"I don't think it wa-"

Hana elbowed him hard, making Keima groan in pain. He gritted his teeth in anger. What was that all about?

"So anyway, why were you in your room at one stage?"

Keima adjusted his glasses.

"This messenger wanted help from me. He wanted to drag this Tsukiyo girl away from me himself…"

Hana widened her eyes.

"Are you sure this will work?"

Keima shrugged.

"Perhaps it might be worthwhile. As soon as I can get out of here, I might help him devise a strategy that'll ensure her heart will belong to his."

"I know this is important and all, but wouldn't Tenri hear this at all?"

Keima moved his head around, searching for Tenri.

"Speaking of which, where did she go?"

"What? I can't believe this! Who's this Tsukiyo girl he's referring to?"

The doppelganger folded its arms, standing near Tenri inside the lavatory. Tenri shrugged at him.

"I… I don't think this is what Keima actually meant…"

"Think about it. This Hana girl seemed to be trying to get Keima. Perhaps he might've seduced other women before her!"

"But… Keima-kun is-"

"Don't you get it?"

Tenri cowered in fear, making the doppelganger cross its lips.

"Okay… I may have been a bit harsh on this, but it could explain why he wasn't paying attention to you…"

It raised its arm up, clenching its fist tightly.

"That unfaithful man needs to be taught a lesson! We can't just let him slide!"

"It's okay…"

The doppelganger shifted its eyes to Tenri.

"I think… I think it's best if we leave it as they are. If Keima-kun really loves another girl…"

"Don't give up so easily! You need to show him your love! He needs to know how you truly feel!"

Tenri crossed her lips, projecting images of Keima inside her mind. She walked out of the lavatory, walking out of Keima's house.

"Tenri-chan! Are you leaving so soon?"

Tenri turned around, smiling at Mari.

"I… I have to be at home now…"

Ayumi sat at the living room, gazing upon the TV screen. The thought of the Mai High festival startled her. I can't believe I have to be at some 'beauty pageant'… Can't they get someone like Kanon-chan for this? Echoes of her student recalled inside her mind. Come on Ayumi! It'll be fun! All the boys wanted you to be there anyway! You might be able to win this year's contest! She crossed her lips before getting off the couch. Doing this… thing. Is embarrassing… She headed for her room, having Keima inside his mind. She shook her head, taking him off her mind.

Why do I keep thinking about that guy? In fact, why did I almost confess to that guy? She entered her room, diving for her bed. She smothered her head with the pillow, hiding her shames. I think I'm starting to get a little bit crazy… She sighed, feeling her cheeks redden. Maybe it's not crazy at all… Maybe Katsuragi's not really as bad as I thought he was…

Chihiro yawned loudly, stretching her arms out. She quickly moved her phone near her ears.

"Are you excited about our debut?"

Miyako sighed.

"Of course I am, but shouldn't we organise our final meeting tomorrow?"

Chihiro shrugged.

"Maybe… but I reckon our girls have been working hard, am I right?"

"What about Yui? And Amika? They seemed to be having their own problems…"

"Whatever happens, I'm sure they'll pull through together!"

Chihiro placed her phone on her bed and sighed. The big moment is finally coming… but I'm not sure if we're truly ready… She rested her head on her pillow. Maybe I should be more positive with this. We've been practicing nearly everyday after all… She got off her bed, carrying her phone to her desk. She placed it there before gazing upon the calendar in front of her. The bonfire's coming up soon… She crossed her lips. Awwh man! I haven't even thought about finding a boy to go on a date with. Well… Maybe I could try-

She gasped quietly, finding Keima sticking inside her mind. She closed her eyes, shaking her head.

"Dammit! Stop thinking about that disgusting creep! Urgh!"

Her head stood still, opening her eyes. I… I guess I can't hold these feelings to myself any longer… She grinned sinisterly, returning to her normal self.

"Besides, he should go out more instead of staying home all the time!"

"The next thing you should do is to send her a text message."

Kumuro shrugged at Hana.

"I don't have a phone."

She smacked him on the head, glaring at him.

"Why the hell don't you do have that? How do you expect Amika to communicate when you're far apart at times?"

Keima sighed, lying on the couch and playing his PFP.

"Everyone knows that the PFP is far superior to your so-called phones. They're pretty much the next generation device for all gamers!"

She threw a book at him, making him groan.

"You should get one yourself too!"

Keima gritted his teeth, feeling his head throbbing.

"We're fine without it. We seemed to be 'getting in touch' often."

Kumuro scratched his head, chuckling nervously.

"Well he has a point there. I can come to his house and talk to him on the weekends."

Hana closed her eyes, shaking her head.

"You boys are too ignorant indeed…"

Keima lowered his PFP, turning his head to Hana.

"Tomorrow should be the start of the festival. I'll be away at school again and meet up with that messenger."

"Who said that?"

Keima widened his eyes, finding his mother glaring at him.

"It's bad enough that I have to deal with your gaming problems! But I don't want you skipping school tomorrow!"

Keima gulped. I should've made sure no one else annoying has heard that…

Author's Note: I guess I'm slightly back! It's been too long for me to let this series go. I also decided to keep the chapters shorter in word count, but I'll quickly wrap this series up. Who knows, maybe I'll do another fanfic based on TWGOK... However, check out my channel for all abridged series I have made while I was away:

www/youtube/com/user/ssdrwh0 (I tried to make the link work... this will do...)