A/N: Hola, motherf... Sorry! Wrong site, wrong site! Ahem. You have begun reading author AskForXYZ's new Hayate the Combat Butler story, which is a sequel to her previous story The Spell Is Broken, Not The Promise. That fanfiction story is to date my most successful story. Let me be clear – I measure my success by love. Wonderful readers such as you showered their love lavishly on that fic and I hope they will do the same to this one too. Please don't forget to review this story and follow it! I appreciate your feedback very much. Also, this chapter is more of a preview for what you are to expect from the story. So, without waiting any longer, itadakimasu!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hayate The Combat Butler or its characters.

A Hunk, A Hunk Of Burning Love!

[Chapter: 1]

The ex-butler leaned over the pile of boxes. His favourite person was sprawled over a FedEx box which had a yellow tape peeled off. The trail of the peeled tape stopped next to a fair ankle, peeping from under an old newspaper. The newspaper was covering the waxed and toned legs of a soon-to-be nineteen year old blonde who had worn short-short corduroy shorts the same morning. If it weren't for the newspaper, Hayate Ayasaki would be a stuttering and blushing mess. In fact, he was so grateful to the newspaper, he almost said 'thank you'. The sheet made it easier for him to concentrate on the face of his napping girlfriend. He was smiling like the men in those vasectomy ads and saying softly,
"Miss Nagi? Miss Nagi, wake up. Miss Nagi?"
She twitched a little in her sleep and moaned,
"Noooo"
Hayate thought better of exclaiming 'Kawaii!' and shook her by the shoulder,
"Come on. It's dinner time. Wake up, Miss Nagi. Miss Nagi?"
The man-boy would have done reverse somersaults and rolled away from her if he knew what was coming. Nagi stretched her arms in her doziness, and a curled up fist hit a simpering Hayate straight under the chin. Nagi must have felt the impact. Because she opened her eyes and widened them times ten. She asked,
"Hayate, are you alright? What happened?"
The blood trickled down from where Hayate's teeth had pierced the top of his mouth. He smiled a bloody smile,
"I am fine, don't worry. Why don't you freshen up a little before dinner? I made pasta"

Nagi stared unknowingly while Hayate spat blood into the sink and gargled. He looked oblivious to the pain and cheerful as ever. She asked him,
"Why are you bleeding?"
Note to self: That would make a good 'That's what he said' joke.
"It's nothing. Come to the drawing room. I will set the dinnerware", Hayate said and left the bathroom.
Unaware that she was the cause for Hayate's swollen jaw, Nagi closed the door to the bathroom. Their bathroom, to be precise. They had moved in together six hours ago into Hayate's post employment apartment. Nagi thought it was small, but neat and lively as expected from an owner of Hayate's housekeeping calibre. Like a university student bringing his new girlfriend inside his shared apartment, he had said,
"I am sorry if it's a little messy"
It was far from messy. If messy was a hamburger with extra cheese, double sauce, coleslaw and jalapenos, then this was some frou-frou French dish made by Chef Remi. Nagi's eyes surveyed the glossy surface of tiles and table tops, the welcoming come-hither of the furniture and Hayate's homely charm. They spent the afternoon unpacking Nagi's stuff and fitting it into the interior of their cosy apartment. By the end of it, Nagi was so tired (having done nothing) that she fell asleep on the four boxes they had brought along on Hayate's bicycle. She must have napped for a long time, she thought, it was dark outside the window when Hayate woke her up. She would have woken up sooner if he had attached a kiss to 'Wake up, Miss Nagi'.
"Like hell he would have", she grumbled.
Hayate sucked at Public Display of Affection and Private Display of Affection. The one time they had had a real kiss was when they were both angry and shut inside a barn. Nagi hadn't forgotten the taste of that and you silly bobby, how could she? A person seldom forgets a good kiss, except for a person with Alzheimer's Syndrome. That kiss wasn't just a good kiss, it was a fantabulous kiss. If you are ever kissed like that, I bet twenty bucks that you will be seeing god the moment the kisser's tongue...
"Can we get back to me?", Nagi said.
And the narrator felt so insulted at that, she cried for six years.
"Hayate is my boyfriend. This time, for real. He said he loves me and we are living together. There is no reason for me to panic. Or feel so woozy"
Nagi was talking to herself like all great chick-lit heroines. She was nervous too, it being her first night with Hayate in their apartment.
"God... Mosmo. Mosmo will know what to do"
She opened her side of the bathroom compartment overhead and took out the monthly Mosmo issue. They have tons of articles about relationships and Nagi Sanzenin had vowed to use Mosmo as her relationship guide. Unsurprisingly, the first ever article she read was titled: How To Get Him Hooked On You.
'My boyfriend is hooked on me. Pff. I don't need to read this stupid article', she had thought.
She read the article 17 times.

Our poor old blue-haired butler was setting the dinner table for himself and his mistress. Er, girlfriend. Servants like Hayate rarely ever get used to having a personal relationship with their masters. Their sincerity and devotion always works as a hurdle to a close friendship. The biggest hurdle Hayate was trying to leap over in his mind was a peculiar one. It was a giant caricature of a Panda frowning at Hayate's crotch. That is what Hayate believed his conscience looked like. His Panda, i.e. his conscience wouldn't allow him to even think about the physical aspects of his relationship with Nagi. He liked Nagi. He loved her, oh. He also loved the way her legs looked when she was stretching. He also loved the way her butt stood up proudly against her body. He also loved the way her breasts pressed into his chest when she hugged him. He also loved the way her hair fell over her shoulders. He absolutely loved how welcoming Nagi looked when she had just woken up.
"Damn it!", Hayate looked down at himself.
Panda Conscience was now glowering at Hayate's crotch and shouting,
"Get rid of that before she sees it, you lecherous bastard!"
"I am going!", Hayate cried and rushed to the bathroom.
"Ah!"
"Whoa!"
As fate and the author had intended for it to happen, Hayate bumped into Nagi. She fell back against one wall of the corridor and he against another.
"S-s-s-s-sorry, M-mistress. Ar-are you alright?"
Hayate was blushing like a young maid who had stumbled upon her master's sack of French porn. Nagi was looking around herself and asking,
"Something poked me"
Fuck was all he could mentally say. She went on,
"It hit me right in the hips. What was it? It was so hard. Hayate? Hayate, what happened?! Why is your face suddenly white like an anaemic ghost?!"

Love and arousal always comes as a surprise. These two love-pigs cannot possibly fathom what they have gotten themselves into.