Honestly, I was planning to have this as a one shot, but the reviews seriously inspired me, and inspiration kept pushing me this way, so what the hey... multi chapter story this is.

Basically, it will be a variety of meetings... some talks of the past and some of the future... and of course, they will end up together... it may take some time though, just because it's them...

So enjoy.

"Didn't you miss your stop?" Chihiro asked. Considering Keima had jumped of the train to catch up with her… hopefully, it wouldn't be problematic.

"Yeah, but it's alright. It wasn't anything big…"

"Right…"

Silence fell on the two adults… well barely!

Chihiro was twiddling her thumb under the table, and Keima was still itching to play Scalpels and Hearts, his most recent, medical-centred gal game. He resisted though… he wasn't really succeeding at making a good impression to her, considering she already blew up at the mention of the thing at the Mai High Festival, even from his point of view.

"Your drinks are here…" the waitress put the black coffee in front of Keima, and a milk coffee in front of Chihiro.

"Thank you…" Chihiro mumbled. The waitress half-bowed and walked away.

What to talk about, what to talk about… Chihiro noticed Keima taking a sip before making a face.

Oh yeah, he made the coffee at the 2-B's café during the festival… that could work as conversation.

"Not as good as yours at home?" Keima glanced up, surprised she still remembered that, she was still staring at the table, so she didn't notice, "well, it is a café at a train station… it makes sense it sucks."

"How did you know my coffee was good?"

"Didn't you make the coffee at our café during the festival?"

"Oh… Did you try it then?" Chihiro blushed, still avoiding his eyes.

"Yeah… Miyako kept raving on about it, so I tried a sip…"

And then drank another two paper cups, all while cursing herself for drinking that Bastard's homemade coffee. Of course, he didn't need to know that.

"Did you like it?"

Yes… yes… yes, dammit! It was the nectar of the Gods!

"It was fine…"

Yeah, that time was pretty difficult for her… and then, at night she couldn't even go home to wallow, for various reasons. She had been so tired when the 2B Pencils were performing.

"Did you like it?" she asked softly.

"Like what? The coffee?"

"The song our band sang…"

Keima honestly had hoped she would never have to answer that… at the time, he wasn't doing a particularly good job at keeping himself together.

Honestly, she had been amazing then… The Goddess Hosts and Elsie had come late, cutting her band in half, yet she still casually greeted the crowd, explaining the situation is that upbeat tone she always had. She was definitely scared, but her pick gave her the courage to continue… the pick that she'd taken back from him.

Keima understood symbolism pretty well, so he knew that it was the end… when he conquered the loose spirit in her heart, courage and confident was the last word he'd use for her. Now, she didn't need him anymore… he didn't deserve her anymore.

He escaped from the crowd pretty soon after it began, but the lyrics rang loud and clear to him… of how her quiet days changed when she fell in love, but that feeling can only remain for a moment… Her voice didn't have the same strength or perfectness that Kanon's did. But it pierced him… she was ready to move on, and so must he…

Yeah, it was a weird mix of guilt and sadness that left him crying on the roof, where the last shreds of her voice reached him. He had messed up badly with her… There was no way she'd ever forgive him. In fact, none of the girls would… Even if it was to save the world, he had caused a lot of irreparable damage.

In the end, that face haunted him, as he tried to fix everything his brain by playing and replaying every classic gal game that he had revered over the years, but the wounds clearly weren't there.

In the end, once he'd come back from the past, he truly wanted to make amends with all of the girls, but the Goddess Hosts were still pissed, especially after they learned that they were all in love with the same guy.

Maybe it was a coward's move to beg his mother to transfer him out, but he wanted to leave long enough that they would fall out of love with him, and when that happened, he could become proper friends with them, just as he wished they could be.

"Hello…" Chihiro was waving, "is anyone in there?" Keima snapped out of his daydream.

"Chihiro!?"

"Thanks for remembering my name," she replied drily, "so are you going to answer my question?"

Keima didn't reply. Considering he saw her face so much in his dreams, it was such a relief to see it in real life… Her hair was noticeably longer, and her aura was of a more mature woman, but those eyes were the same… small and narrow, but still sparkling. And she still glared at him the same way she did during high school.

"You're being creepy, Katsuragi…" she remarked, looking back at her coffee, "stop staring at me, please…"

"S-sorry," he took a sip of his coffee to save face. Too bad it still tasted like mud water.

Yeah… it was a good thing he hadn't let her run off once she'd left the train. He would have regretted it.

It was weird… things had definitely been weird since the eve of the festival, but since her creepiness comment, it felt more like when she'd make snide comments from her chair two seats from his. Not weird at all… She did miss him. He was trying to get along with her too, and that was definitely more than what he used to do before…

Forgive and Forget… after she'd learned of what he did, she did forgive him… now was probably the time to forget.

"If you want…" Chihiro risked looking up, where Keima was stirring his black coffee, "we can forget about what happened at the Festival… just go back to when we were acquaintances in class…"

Keima was shocked. If she was actually willing to ignore that time, maybe there was hope for them getting along… Like hell he'd let himself off that easily.

"No," he said firmly, pulling his eyes off his spoon, "if I'm going to do this, I'll do this right."

Chihiro smiled… trust him to be pedantic about something like that.

"Also, whenever something bad happens, I know you'll remember that…"

Chihiro's smile contorted into a smirk. That sounded like something she'd do.

"Fair point…" Keima's reminder set off. His train was nearly here.

"Chihiro, would you mind if I sent you an email once in a while?" Chihiro nodded.

"I'll get your number from Elsie then," he tossed some change on the table for both of their coffees, "Thanks for this…"

He then ran off to the train.

"We're ready to pay!" she flagged the waitress, who rushed in. She quickly gathered her coat and bag and ran out to the train. Seeing as the train was still there, she took a paper and quickly wrote her email and phone number on it and crumpled it up.

"Katsuragi!" She yelled. She must have done a pretty good job, because his annoyed face appeared out of a window, "put your hands out…"

He complied.

With all her strength, she threw the paper ball at him, where it kept slipping in his hands, till he got a grip after four stumbles.

"Just get them from me instead of your sister, you damn stalker!" He laughed.

"You're not supposed to scream here, you know… Learn some politeness!" She laughed, not offended either.

"Learn to catch then, you huge nerd!"

His face disappeared for a second for a moment resurfacing with a small card. By then, the train was moving, so she rushed forward to catch it, though Katsuragi flicked it before she was close enough to catch.

"I don't want to hear it from you…" She stuck out her tongue, but he ignored it.

She picked up scrap of paper from the floor, which was his business card.

Chihiro snorted at his title... God of Conquests.

That must be it, huh? After those four years of no contact, they could still be friends… If anything, Chihiro's smile got even bigger.

Yep, she'd never fall in love with him again… though she didn't mind being his friend… That was what she wanted in high school, anyway.

Basically, if you can get on board with this, stick around... The rest of the story will play out in this thread.

x-MidnightReader-x: Well, this chapter answers the first part of your review, and yes; there's way too few Keichi fanfiction. I'm also glad that I made your day. On that note, reviews make my day, so I guess you reap what you sow. Thanks for that.

Shawn Raven: Chihiro... annoying and unpredictable... Never!? Nah, she's a girl. What can be said? In any case, I hope this chapter put her in a bit of a better light for you. Considering Keima has a business card, he has matured, save the Chuunibyuu name. Ah well, some stuff don't change.

I kind of disagree with only one of them being hurt. Of course, I'll end up elaborating in later chapters though... along with the kiss and make up stuff.

Also, I dig that "the fourth wall can't protect you" thing you had going on the end...

And to the Guest reviewer: Honestly, I hadn't realized I had written a fix fic till you pointed it out. Even still, that's cool.

Thanks. Reviews motivate me loads. I hope you continue to do so.