This is my new story, for those of you who know me, I will eventually get back to my other stories, but I have writers block, and I had to write this story down.

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Keima slowly woke up and got up from his bed. He moaned, holding his head as he tried to get up. He was hurting all over and couldn't remember why. Suddenly it all came back in a flash.

The goddess in Shiori turning up, and him giving her the bracelet so she would be able to contact him if she needed help; Haqua coming back with Chief Dokurou, surprising him; Haqua explaining that Dokurou wasn't with Vintage and would help them; Shiori walking out of the library,seeing him with both Haqua and Dokurou, and turning to run; Keima calling out and chasing after her, which inadvertently saved his life as three members of Vintage attacked, killing Haqua and Dokurou in an instant; Shiori and Keima running from Vintage and meeting up with Tenri, Tsukiyo, and Yui, all who were being controlled by the goddess in each; a battle, and a sudden blast of some kind of odd energy from all four goddess, the three demons from Vintage coming at him; and a blast from somewhere else striking him just before all the other spells did; then... nothing.

Keima was worried now, he didn't want to remember Haqua's death, for some reason, it hurt a lot to think about it, even if he didn't care for the real world. He looked around, to see that he was in his room. He also noticed something was odd, he felt around his neck, feeling for the collar that should be there, it wasn't. He looked at his game shelf that he kept in his room. It was different, it looked like it had when he had first met Elsie. He immediately grabbed his PFP and turned it on, checking the date. It said that the date was a week before he met Elsie.

Keima stood there, trying to think calmly. There were four possibilities, one was he had been captured by Vintage, and they were using some kind of system that simulated his life, the second was he was dreaming right now, the third was he had been dreaming about capturing spirits and meeting Demons and Goddesses, and the forth was that he had been teleported back in time by the spells. There was an easy way to find out which it was; all he had to do was cause himself literally blinding pain. If he did that, then if he was dreaming he would wake up, if he had been dreaming, he would forget at least part of the dream, and if he had been captured, he would see the true world for a second as the pain caused his mind to forget literally everything for a few seconds in an attempt to escape pain. If he had been teleported into the past, nothing would happen when he hurt himself.

He got up and walked to a mirror. He grabbed the pillow from his bed and stuffed part of it in his mouth. Finding the pressure point on his arm, he grabbed the spot and twisted as hard as he could. He instantly let go, trying to cry out through the pillow in his mouth, but nothing had changed, except for his vision fading for a second because of the extreme pain. He was sent back form the future then, and... he suddenly thought of something that made him happy, he could just ignore the contract and not have to hunt spirits, he also wouldn't have to deal with that annoying Bug Demon, or Haqua, or the goddesses, he could live a normal life! Then he thought of what had happened with Hinoki and the level four spirit. He thought of Elsie, and knew that if he didn't help, she would never be able to hunt down spirits, which in turn meant that all the girls would suffer the same or a similar fate as had almost befallen Hinoki. It would mean the deaths of the goddesses and their hosts, as, without him, Vintage would surely find and kill each one, just like they had almost done to Kanon. He also thought of what happened to Haqua; if he became a spirit hunter again, he could prevent that from happening. He realized that he could also fix the mistakes he had made in the past, or rather, the future.

He decided, he was going to become a spirit hunter again, that way he could save his friends... wait. Friends? He thought of them as his friends? After a bit more thought, he realized he really did care about all of them, and he didn't want to see them hurt. He really cared about all of them. He had really changed from the lazy, selfish boy he had been before he had met Elsie, and, he realized, he liked himself better now than he ever had a while ago. Chihiro had been right about him... but he would change, he had to.

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Keima walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, noticing that, for once, his father was home. He was about to keep walking towards the table when he noticed something that shocked him. There was a Demon Contract collar around his fathers neck. He couldn't believe it, this meant that his father was contracted to a demon, but he had never seen that before. Then he remembered something, when he had first been bound by the demons contract, he had been able to see the spirit inside Ayumi, even though no one else did. Maybe the collar was the same, and that was why no one had mentioned it to him in the past, or rather, the future.

"Dad." he said. "Could I speak with you in private for a moment?"

"Certainly." his father said, standing up and following him into the cafe and away from his mother who was cooking.

Keima took a deep breath and asked "Dad, what is that collar around your neck for?"

His father looked shocked, and said quickly. "It-it's nothing son."

Keima realized from his reaction that it was definitely a Demon Contract collar. "It's alright." he said. "I already know what the collar is for. It signifies a contract between you and a Demon."

His father looked at him shocked for a full minute, before asking "How?" an then saying quickly "Both your mother and I should here how."

Keima was confused, but agreed, and they called his mother in. When she got there, Keima explained to both of them how he had been somehow sent back in time, and what would happen in the next few months. They listened and when he was done he asked them "How does dad have a demon's contract, and how do you know mom?"

His mother took a deep breath and said "Your father is no longer contracted by a demon anymore, and I know because I am the demon who he was contracted with." this shocked Keima. "I fell in love with your father while we hunted down spirits, and he fell for me as well. I used the only way to break the contract without the job being finished that wouldn't kill us both, by giving up my powers and immortality, my collar shattered and your father's no longer works."

Keima was stunned, this meant he was half demon.

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And that's it for chapter one, I hope you like it.

This is going to be a long story, and I hope I don't lose interest, but I had to write it down because this is the only way to get it out of my head.