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Story: Keitaro blows up! What will happen? Written on the spur of the moment.

Takes Place: Haruka has just informed of the news that Keitaro is the manager.

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Chapter 1

x Living/Common Room x

"What? I won't tolerate this perverted male living here!", Bellowed Naru. Meanwhile, Haruka and Motoko both have stoic expressions, Keitaro is slightly red, Shinobu looks lost, Kitsune was drinking sake, and Su looks as though she couldn't care less.

"True, a male living in an all girls dorm would be awkward, not to mention, morally wrong on so many cases", said Motoko in a calm and powerful voice. Kitsune piped up, "Yeah, what if he continually spies on us in the bath? After all, he looks like a straight guy to me". Astonishingly, Su hadn't made a noise and Shinobu hadn't fainted.

"I'm afraid we have to ask Mr. Urashima san to leave then.", said Naru with a smug face.

"No", said an equally smug Keitaro.

"What?", a vein throbbing dangerously on Naru's forehead suddenly appeared and looked ready to burst.

"I said, No. Why should I leave?" said a now grinning Keitaro.

"As I expected, a pervert. Do not worry, Naru sempai. I shall take care of him". Motoko unsheathed her sword with grace and precision, pointing it at Keitaro, her hand unwavering. "I, Motoko Aoyama, challenge you to a duel".

"DO NOT POINT THAT THING AT ME!", growled Keitaro before suddenly changing his stance. "Very well. I accept the challenge". A smirk formed on Keitaro's face, making him look rather malicious. Before anyone saw what happened, an blur was seen grabbing the sword out of Motoko's hands and snapping it cleanly in two.

Not to mention, it was done in the middle of the room.

"What just happened!", was the thought running through the heads of most of the girls. Haruka's cigarette fell out of her mouth. Keitaro smirked, looking relaxed as though they were discussing this over tea and crumpets. before saying, "It appears you are of no match for me. I suggest you surrender. Now". He had moved back to his chair and was settling comfortably back in it, or so it appeared.

"Never", came the unfaltering reply of the swordswoman. "Very well", was heard before Motoko's arm snapped back, twisted at an unnatural angle, accompanied by the same fast blur. Once again, Keitaro looked relaxed, and Haruka was slightly shocked. Amid the scream of Shinobu and the swordswoman, she snapped at Keitaro, "Stop it! That's enough". She grudgingly added, "You seem to have gotten better at the Urashima style".

Keitaro's smile did not reach his eyes. "Thank you… aunt". Kitsune's eyes, however, were wide open.

Naru spoke, deflated. "Alright, you can stay here, I guess".

"Who made you the leader? I want to hear the swordswoman say it".

Motoko had long since stopped her screams, but she still stood tall, defiant. "Never", she said. Again. This time, her other arm was snapped back. The screams started again. Soon, she fainted."

"Well that was no fun. Demon hunter? Riiiiiiight". Naru looked angry. "YOU BASTARD!", was her cry as she prepared to slam her fist into Keitaro's face. Instead, her fist was caught and her arm-twisted 360 degrees with a sickening crack. Keitaro added a knee to her stomach for good measure. Naru nearly spat out her dinner from the force of the kick.

"Well, I guess it has been established that I'll be staying here."

A chorus of "Yes" from those still conscious.

"Well then. Get out then".

"Get out?"

"Yes, out. Leave this place immediately. Did you really think that I was going to share this place with you bunch of pathetic fools? I warn you, the one who is still around…" Keitaro checks the clock "…at 12 midnight will get something much better than what those two got." To emphasize his point, he stepped on Motoko and Naru as he walked past them out of the living room.

However, before he reached the staircase, he blew up into a million tiny pieces.

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Revised!