1.) Man, how long has it been? One week, two? Anyway, I apologize for the delay. I've been thinking over the story as a whole (thanks to a certain review). Plus, inspiration just hasn't struck me. I had the chapter outline done (My beta can attest to that!), but I just couldn't put it into words.

2.) I just have to know: Who are TWOGK fans, and who are Baka to Test fans? Please tell me via review/PM!

3.) I hope that this chapter, which is 1.5x the size of a normal chapter, satisfies you!

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Enjoy!

Chapter Twenty One: Me, Sumire, and the Archaic

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, even if the woman herself is from hell. Haqua du Lot Herminium, her Sensor beeping, was pulling Keima up by his collar. Releasing one of her hands from the death grip she had Keima in, she pointed her hand at the beeping skull, then at the girl crying in the corner of the rooftop. "Goddess damn it Keima! This is what you get for Speed Running a Conquest!"

Keima looked at the broken-down girl who was crying for no reason. "Just look at the tears you caused! Just like how Conquered targets retain their happiness, people whose memories were wiped will retain their feelings. You broke her Keima!"

The brunette smirked coldly. "I guess this isn't the right time to play, huh." He slowly unraveled Haqua's fingers from his shirt, his feet meeting sound ground again.

"I've been putting this off long enough. I shall deliver a perfect Capture, even if it costs me my life!"

"H-Hot!" exclaimed Sumire, the tea stinging her skin. Thanks to Keima's "klutzy" move, her yukata was ruined. "Oh, how can this day get any worse!?"

"Sorry Sumire!" said Keima, bowing. "How should I fix this... aha! I'll take you to a laundromat!" Why spill tea on Sumire? After analyzing the Conquest variables, he decided to leave an impression using a big event. This tactic can be used for any archetype, but it does have its disadvantages. It'll be a pretty long Capture, since you're essentially starting from scratch, and it's hard to build up the love points. Unless, of course, if you're Keima Katsuragi.

"I-I don't think that would be a good idea." All Sumire wanted was to be left alone, to brew in her negative emotions, and to wait for time to heal the wounds inflicted by that one person that she just couldn't remember. The only thing she could remember about the perpetrator was that he had brown hair, and glasses. Wait, glasses!? No, that isn't right...

"Sorry, I just wanted to help. You just look so... sad," said Keima, dismantling the sadness and replacing it with guilt, so that she'd be obliged to go with him. Keima turned around, and walked away... till he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Bingo.

"I can go with you, if you insist," replied Sumire, her guilt disappearing. With her emotions reset, the Conquest can now begin. After school, Keima started the assault.

"You look a little sad. Why?"

Normally, Sumire wouldn't want to share her misfortune, but for some reason, the boy in front of her made her feel... safe, yet nervous at the same time. "I... don't really know. One day, I just woke up all melancholic, and the only thing I know about the root of the problem is that it revolves around this one guy." In response, Keima gave her a pat on the back.

"Care to tell me who this guy is?" asked Keima. "Personality would be best, but anything would do."

"I don't know... I guess he's kind, but can do a complete one-eighty, catching you by surprise," replied the purple haired girl. The way she looked off into the distance told Keima that she was fixated, maybe even obsessed with the mystery guy.

Category: Introverted Heroine (Example - Shiori)

It's easy to Capture these kinds of heroines, once you find out their obsession. For example, Shouko was all "Yuuji or nothing". What Keima can do is to transfer over the attributes of the obsession to himself.

They entered the laundromat. It wasn't anything special, just your regular old laundromat with washing machines filling up the walls. After Keima popped in a one hundred yen coin, Sumire stuffed in her stained garments. "How about you Akihisa? You wanna talk about something too?"

'Think carefully Keima,' reminded the brunette. This was a very important flag. If he got it right, it could lead to the True Ending, but if he screwed up the dialogue, it's game over for him. 'What're my priorities?'

"...I think I may have an identity crisis. I just don't know who I want to be. I'm called the 'Ultimate Idiot' by my closest friends, and I don't really want that. On the other hand, if I change, go from nice to ice cold, my friends might leave me. I-I just don't know what to do." confessed Keima, internally smirking. The line was almost perfect. It held some truth (identity crisis), it applied to Akihisa, and it made Keima look like the "mystery guy".

Cue silence. Sumire just stood in place, occasionally twiddling her thumbs, or checking to see if the laundry was finished. The silence was expected though. She had a lot of facts to digest. Once the wash cycle was done, they transferred the dripping articles of clothing into the drier.

"Heh, I guess I'm not the only one with issues," said Sumire, deciding to break the awkward pause. Taking that as a sign of acceptance, Keima pressed on.

Keima said, "I guess not. Hm... I think we both need a little cheering up." Stashing the dry yukata into a white tote bag, Sumire put on an inquisitive look, saying, "How?"

Instead of replying, Keima grabbed Sumire's hand and walked out of the establishment, heading towards the town plaza.

"Let's go on a date."

"Seriously, where are you taking me, Akihisa!?" said Sumire, who was being dragged into a nice restaurant, not a fast food one, not an overly extravagant one, but a tasty establishment selling good food within a reasonable price. "A-A restaurant!? But I didn't bring enough-"

"I'll foot the bill... this time," said Keima, giving the fail-safe flirty grin. It's good for resolving tension or anxiety, and it worked beautifully in the situation. Sumire's mental shields dropped. "Pick anything."

"Shouldn't you be broke because of Mizuki and Minami?" questioned Sumire. Everyone (except for Akihisa) knew that the two F-girls liked the brunette, and that their weekly trips to the crepe store were just ways to get closer to the boy.

'Crap, triggered a poison flag. I have to digress...' thought Keima. If they were to go down that route, Keima would get a Bad End for sure. "I had some cash saved up for someone... special. Waiter!"

The man in the white and black outfit walked towards Keima's table, a pen and notepad in hand. "What would you like to order, sir?"

"Paella and a glass of water would be nice," said Keima. "What would YOU like to order, Sumire?"

"...Carbonara's good. Can I have a Coke with that?" At Keima's nod, the waiter gave a slight bow and left. "Out of all the places to choose, why a European joint? I would've been fine going to a beef bowl shack."

"I pride myself in getting 100% in every Cap- I mean everything," said Keima. "Anyway, are you feeling better?"

"Why yes, yes I am!" After eating and paying the bill, Keima took Sumire to the park, to seal the deal. Thanks to the small talk during the meal, Sumire's love points have reached a sufficient level, and is now ready to be Captured.

Eying the marble fountain, Sumire took a seat, marveling the gushing water's beauty in the moonlight. Keima looked at the scene in front of him and came to one conclusion: It was perfect, definitely True Ending material. All he needed now was a confession and a kiss.

"Wow, I've never been to the park this late before, 'cause my parents would kill me. This sight is worth any punishment, though," stated Sumire, staring at the glimmer of copper coins from the bottom of the fountain.

"Heh, my sister would probably kill me too," said Keima, sitting down next to her. "But being with you makes it all worth it." Thanks to the light reflected off of the fountain water's surface, it wasn't hard to see Sumire's flushed face.

"Sumire, I...I-"

The fountain burst forth like a geyser, knocking Sumire and Keima off of their perch. Keima grabbed Sumire's soaked hand and dragged her away from the fountain. "What in the world's going on, Akihisa!?"

"Don't know! Maybe a pipe's broken or something," said Keima, thinking of possible scenarios. Only two popped into his mind:

1.) There really was a pipe problem

2.) ...Archaic

'Damn you Real, I don't need this!' internally cursed Keima, leading Sumire into the forested area surrounding the fountain quadrangle. "You okay, Sumire?"

"A little chilly, but I'll be fine."

"Good, 'cause I have to tell you something important," said the God, resetting her confused emotions. "I lo-" The tree next to them exploded, splinters lodging themselves into Keima's skin. Gritting his teeth, he tried to lead Sumire somewhere else. It didn't help that everywhere they went, something next to them would explode.

'Having fun, Keima Katsuragi?' echoed a female voice.

'...Archaic!?' Keima didn't have time for this. Sumire is getting more and more confused by the second, and soon, Keima won't be able to reset her confusion. He needed to wrap it up, and soon. He looked around, till his eyes laid on two cherry blossom trees overlooking a dirt path illuminated by a sole lamppost. His gamer pride would have to settle on that.

"Maybe we can hide from the 'Attack of the Flying Stuff' under those trees!" exclaimed Keima, pulling her along. Once they were under the tree, Keima said the three special words while holding Sumire's hands.

"I love you-"

"Argh!" whisper-yelled Keima. He looked down, only to see a blade eerily similar to Fiore's ticking out of his abdomen. Dark miasma leaked out, and Keima could barely breath, much less stand. Mustering the last of his strength, Keima launch his face towards Sumire's, sealing their lips together, and releasing the Escaped Spirit. It flew skyward, as Keima bit the dust.

4.) Plot Twist! What'll happen to Keima now!?

5.) Could I please get more reviews. A big reason as to why this chapter was released so late is because I've lost inspiration. More reviews equal faster updates, so review, even if it's just to say hi.

6.) Again, please tell me if you're a TWOGK fan, a Baka to Test fan, or fans of both unrelated franchises.

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