Title: Deal With the Devil
Author: Rann Aridorn
Comments: Just a quick little comedy spamfic. Characters belong to Ken 
Akamatsu, who is a really swell guy who draws hentai doujin of his own 
characters. ^.^


	Keitaro Urashima fought the urge to give an almighty wail of anguish, 
and instead just groaned, letting his head fall forward to thud on the 
table. "I'm NEVER gonna get into Tokyo U.!" he moaned, albeit muffled by 
his math textbook. After a moment, he sat up and adjusted his glasses, 
causing the pencil that had stuck to his forehead to fall off and 
clatter to the table.
	"I can't stand to be humiliated again," he whispered, sliding both 
hands into his hair, and then ruffling it madly. "Gyaaa! I'd make a deal 
with the devil to get into Tokyo U!"
	Immediately, the sliding door of his room was snapped to the side, 
Mitsune Konno standing there, grinning broadly, eyes closed as usual.
	"Okay! Let's talk!"
	"Huh?" Keitaro blinked as the sandy blonde girl strode across the room 
and turned to flump down, sitting across the table from him. "Kitsune, 
what are you doing here?"
	"You said you'd make a deal with the devil to get into Tokyo U., 
right?" Kitsune said reasonably, taking a pen and a piece of paper, 
starting to cheerfully write. "So let's get down to contract negotiations!"
	"... What?"
	"Oh, come on, ronin," Kitsune needled, smirking. "You really ARE slow. 
Think it through, man!"
	"..." Keitaro just stared at her for long moments. Then, without a 
shift in his befuddled expression, he raised a hand and pointed at her. 
"... You're the devil?"
	"Yup!" Kitsune confirmed cheerfully. "Satan, Beelzebub, Old Scrotch, 
the Serpent, Lucifer, Light of God, the Serpent in the Garden..." She 
trailed off, then raised an eyebrow. "You're surprised?"
	"... Now that you mention it, not really."
	"Right! So here's the deal, bucko!" Kitsune thrust the paper towards 
Keitaro. "You get into Tokyo U., and as a bonus, I'll make sure you and 
Naru wind up together!" Seeing Keitaro's eyes widen, she smirked 
broader. "Thought you'd like that. Anyway, the deal is, after you 
graduate, you do the vocation *I* tell you to, and do it the way *I* 
tell you to!"
	"But-" Keitaro began to protest.
	"Consider who you want to marry, and the fact that you'll be having 
your every move dictated by a woman as it is."
	"... When you put it that way, you've got a deal."

	Keitaro DID get into Tokyo University, and on his very next try, to 
boot. Of course, he figured he'd just lucked out, and that Kitsune must 
have been pulling one of her usual pranks. He and Naru grew closer and 
closer, even though she continued berating him and occasionally beating 
the snot out of him. He worked on his art as well, when he had spare 
time, and got very good at drawing cute, innocent-seeming girls like 
Shinobu. In fact, he rarely drew anything else.
	He graduated with honors, and so did Naru, and it was a happy day 
indeed. There was a big celebration at Hinata Inn, everyone attending 
and having an amazing time. It was only when he returned to his room 
that night that he had quite a shock, for he found Kitsune waiting for 
him, wearing a red body-stocking with a felt spaded tail attached, along 
with a hood and felt horns, as well as a plastic pitchfork.
	"Okay, time to collect!" the blonde chirped cheerfully, eyes closed 
like always.
	"Kitsune? What are you doing wearing that?!" Keitaro yelped. "Hey, is 
this about that joke you made years ago?! Quit it, it's not funny."
	Mitsune Konno scowled.
	And then the gates of Hell opened up. Right in the middle of Keitaro's 
room. A vortex of flame attempted to suck him into the gaping red hole 
that had split open the floorboards of his room, while he clung to the 
doorframe and screamed. Kitsune towered above, backlit by an evil light.
	"DO NOT SCREW WITH THE DEVIL, URASHIMA!"
	"Alright! Alright!" Keitaro wailed. "Whatever you want!"
	And suddenly the Hell-vortex was gone, and Mitsune was back to her 
harmless-seeming self, smiling as Keitaro thumped to the floor. "Good! 
Now here's the deal. You and Naru are going to assume different 
identities. Don't worry, I'll take care of the details!"
	"Different identities?" Keitaro whimpered.
	"Yup! In fact, you're going to be an American, Kei-kun!" Kitsune 
grinned even more. "But don't feel TOO bad about being relocated and 
renamed... you're going to be POPULAR!"
	"P-popular?!"
	"That's right! People will kiss up to you like you wouldn't believe! 
Constant praise, ego-stroking... and they'll scream out anyone that 
dares speak anything but highest praise for you!"
	"Really?!"
	"Yup! And you even get to use your artistic talents. You see, I'm 
sending you to America to do a webcomic."
	"A webcomic?!"
	"Yes. It will become an insanely popular webcomic, too! MILLIONS will 
read about your sweet little innocent girls!"
	Keitaro just stared for long moments. It seemed odd... but not bad! 
Slowly, he rose to his feet. "Er, so... what do you get out of it?"
	Kitsune grinned... her most wicked grin to date.
	"I control when you update."

-End



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