In the previous cliffhanger...:

"D-DIVINE ONE!" You ignored him. "Divine One said something hard to understand again...hmm...So! All I have to do is be an awesome lil bro! Uh huh! Leve it to me!

And now we continue onto chapter 4...:

"YOOO!!! BIG SIS! BIG SISTER!!!...DIVINE SISTER!!!" Alfred called, banging on your door. You slowly opened the door, and peeked out. "Is this Divine Sister's room?"

"DON'T LOOK!"

"Divine Sister, you must be hungry, aye? Mom is busy, so, tonight, I'll cook!"

Sighing, you grabbed your phone. "Hello, police? There's a killer chef in my hous-" Before you could finish, the Celestial Robe wrapped itself around your body, and forced you down on a chair in the kitchen. "R-Remove the Celestial Robe! I can already TELL what's going to happen! You're going to serve me something awful! Is it pasta or curry on the menu?!"

"Haha!" He laughed his obnoxious laugh. "Sorry Divine Sister, but you're not even close!" He placed the food in front of you...it looked DISGUSTING! And were those...EYES?! "Here, it's Pescatori Styx, burger style!" It moved. Your eyes widened in fear. This was very, VERY, BAD! "I used fish from the River Styx and caught a bunch before I came to the human world." He smiled in pride. "They're twice as tasty than the fish from around here!

"THEY LOOK FIFTY THOUSAND TIMES WORSE!" The Celestial Robe forced your mouth open.

"I made this for my Divine Sister with ALL my heart! Say ahh!" He chuckled. Wait...actually...was he...SNICKERING?! What was going to happen...!? He placed the burger into your mouth. The Robe around your body made you chew, and swallow.

"It's surprisingly tasty..."

"See?"

"Though I'm worried about the screaming food..." You growled, staring at the second burger which was...well...screaming. That's when you felt your stomach roar.

"MY STOMACH HURTS! IT'S FROM THE BURGER!" You yelled in the bathroom. "DAMNIT! I CAN'T DECIDE WHAT TO BE ANGRY ABOOOUTTT!!!!!"

"I'M SO SORRY DUDE!"


'He has a weak character for a Devil...and yet the chaos in his wake is worthy of Beelzebub!' You though, sitting in the bathtub. You growled as you stared at your PFP, playing another little brother game. "If I stick with him, someday It'll be my undoing. I have to chase him out as soon as possible! Besides, there's no way he can be my little brother. That's right, don't forget about BMW..." You said. 'We don't share ANY memories!' You thought, recalling the time when you two first met.

"Alfred Finlay Jones! But everyone calls me Al, or Alfred, but you can call me the Hero! I'm a Devil sent from Hell as a part of the 'Runaway Spirit Squad'!"

"Runaway Spirit in custody! Thanks, Divine one!"

'He's also inconsiderate of his big sister....'

"'The likes of'?! Dude, that's rude! The Div- My big sister is an amazing person! Soon enough, EVERY guy in the world will fall in love with my big sister!"

"I made this for my Divine Sister with ALL my heart!"

A blush grew. 'And he's utterly adorable...' You sighed. "In some ways, he's starting to satisfy the conditions...This isn't good!"

'However, he'll never attain the last piece of the puzzle, the reason is simple. He's not my REAL brother!" The lights turned off. You flinched, nearly squeaking.

"A-A power outage...?!" You said, standing up, the water dripping from your naked body. There was a splash. "What the?! I felt something..." You reached for the small window, covered by blinds, and lifted it.

"Ah! DUDE! Don't let the light in!" You heard someone scream as the moon's light seeped into the bathroom. Something grabbed your hand, and you stared at the source of the voice, instantly blushing. It was Alfred....completely...and utterly...naked....his body was so close to yours at that...You shrieked, slapping the man, and falling down in the tub that Alfred ran out of, a towel somehow magically appearing around his waist. You brought your knees to your chest and glared at the man.
"Wha...WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"B-because of me...Divine Sister is having stomach problems..." He grabbed the soup, and blushed. "So I wanted to at least wipe your butt for you...."

"I DON'T NEED THAT! AM I A DOG OR SOMETHING?!" Alfred turned around as you jumped out of the bathtub, the two of you blushing. You grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around your body. "No- no matter what you try, I won't let you stay in this house! Stop making up these outrageous little brother events!"

"...I'm not  making them up...." He muttered, turning to you. "I really am a little brother...I have an older brother...his name is Arthur...That dish...since Arthur was never good at cooking, I cooked for him, and I cooked that dish the most. Despite his flaws, Arthur is a pretty cool guy. Artie always excels at whatever he does...He's truly a Devil among Devils! And yet...in contrast I was...I was suck in cleaning duty for over 300 years..." He muttered, a broom magically appearing in his hand. "Cleaning day after day...Why were we so different....when we're siblings...? That's why...when I was chosen to be part of the Runaway Spirit squad, I was so happy I could've died!" He turned fully facing you, and gave you his signature lopsided smile. "Finally, finally...I can start working as a REAL Devil! I've waited over 300 years for this, I absolutely cannot fail...to capture the Runaway Spirits!"

"....I couldn't care less." You said, grabbing your clothes and beginning to put them on. Alfred turned around, blushing again, and giving off a slight whimper. "Why should I ge involved of the problems of a real guy?" You asked, putting on your sweat pants and button up shirt, leaving 2 buttons unbuttoned, You grabbed your hair tie and place it in your mouth, getting your hair ready for a ponytail. "I'm a resident of the game world. I won't be carried away by the mood. I operate based on logic and reason. And after thinking logically..." Your hair was now in it's usual ponytail. You turned to the boy, and smiled. "I'll accept you as my little brother." Alfred turned to you.

"You will?!" He smiled, a small blush dusting his cheeks.

"Unfortunately, that is my best option..." you sighed. "I want to cut ties with you quickly. That's precisely why kicking you out would be pointless. As long as I bear this collar, there's now way I can cut ties with you. That leaves me with one option." You turned to the now fully clothed Alfred. "We will swiftly capture all the runaway spirits, and END the contract! And to do that, we'll need to stick together from now on!" The man hugged, you, much to your shock. Your body temperature rose.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH!" You removed yourself from the hug.

"D-Don't touch me! This is just the best option I have! Incidentally, you can improve your record this way and get acknowledged by your brother."  You said, leaving the bathroom.

'Divine Sister...thank you so much...!'


You tapped at your PFP in class, as Alfred scribbled down a note, handing it to the person next to him. It was Francis. 'Spirits that hide in the gaps of people's hearts, huh...? How many are in this city...' You thought, eyes averting from your PFP.

"Ehh, AHEM! 'To my big sister, my Divine Sister...I, Alfred, am very 'appy zat I get to vork together with you'." Francis read aloud. Both you and Alfred flinch, glaring at Francis. "'On zat note, would eet be possible to talk vith you at lunch time today? P.S. what 'appened in zee bath was embarrassing, so please forget about eet.'" Francis finished.

"D-DUDE! WHY'D YOU READ IT OUT LOOOUUUD?!?!?!?" Alfred yelled at Francis.

"Vhy not? I got the message across. So, what 'appened in zee bath?" Other than Francis, everyone else asked the EXACT SAME QUESTION.


"Now that I get to see it again, this school is REALLY big...!"

"Since there's so much land out here in the country, a middle school is located here as well. There's even a university nearby."

"You know, I was thinking, there sure are a lot of girls here..."

"That's because it was originally a girl's school. There are probably around 400 boys in total here. That's compared to about a thousand girls."

"A thousand?! A place where young girls gather....it's the perfect place for Runaway Spirits to hide."

"So having a lot of women around is better for them?"

"Runaway Spirits can hide in males, you already know that. But, 2/3 of the time, the spirit is in a woman."

"Why's that?"

"Because, they will be reborn as the child of the woman they hide inside." You stopped walking, and turned to him.

"Males can't get pregnant."

"I know. If it's in a male, the spirit will effect the semen, still being born from the woman." There was a sudden commotion.

"HOLD IT, HOLD IT! THERE'S MOE THAN ENOUGH BREAD FOR EVERYONE, YOU HUNGRY CHILDREN!" A lunch lady called. "TODAY'S THE GOOD TUESDAY YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! ALL OF OUR BREADS HAVE 10% MORE FILLING!"

"That's..."

"It's an 'outdoor bakery'."

"Outdoor bakery?"

"Our school cafeteria is expensive. So everyone buys bread from the stall out in the front of the school."

"What's an omelet-soba bread...?"

"It's an omelet with yakisoba bread inside. I heard that they use their own sauce, so it tastes really good."

"It looks delicious..." Alfred muttered, slightly drooling.

'Doro doro doro doro...!' The skull on Alfred's arm rang. Alfred pushed the skull, and the two of you hid behind a tree.

"It's here, the Runaway Spirit signal! It's so close to us all of a sudden!!" Alfred whispered.

"Maybe we should hide around here for the time being..." You muttered. "So, I guess it's someone in that crowd?"

"N-no...doesn't seem like it..." There was the sound of boots, clanking against the ground, and a man stepped forward.

"SILENCE, you commoners over zere! Such fools you all are!" The man said, arms crossed. He wore the standard male uniform, though, instead of dress shoes, he wore boots. His hair was rather brown, with slight hints that made it appear a dark violet color. His eyes were unmistakably a gorgeous shade of purple however. He wore glasses, much like you and Alfred. His hair seemed to be a slight mess, but fight him perfectly, and much like Alfred, had a gravity defying cowlick. On one side of his mouth, was a mole, or as some people called it, a beauty mark. This man was undeniably handsome.

He stood proud, as the students stared at him. "It's Roderich..." One muttered. "From the Edelstein family..." Another added. He waved for his butler.

"Morita, I've been vondering for a vhile now, but, vhat's vith zat crowd?" Roderich asked.

"That is...an outdoor bakery...it is a charitable establishment meant for people who aren't flexible with money."

"It haz zomething ztrange for zale..Dey're calling it omelet-zoba bread...I'll take von." Roderich said, walking up to the stand.

"You guys, make way!"

"One omelet-soba bread, that'll be a dollar." Morita gave the woman a hundred dollar bill. "100 dollars..?! I don't have change. Don't you have anything smaller!?"

"Zorry, but it's been like dis since I vas born. I zon't carry anyzing rezembling zmall change. So, how about dis? I'll take all ze bread dis money can buy."

"Alright, the omelet-soba is sold out!" The lunch lady called. A chorus of complaints swept through.

"Stop complaining, you fools! Just become rich like me."

"So...who has the Runaway Spirit...?" You muttered.

"It's that boy..." You both sighed.