Hell, or is it?

An squinted, "I see a light……" "Yes follow the light." "Holy-!" "Follow the Light…." "Hey, are you God?" the voice snickered, "Sure." "…so your not God." "Pssh, just follow the damn light."

An shrugged and headed towards the light, though curious on what's on the other side.

An did not expect, THIS, this was Hell? She looked up at the big gold words that told all. Yup, this was hell. "Hehehe, so, you actually came?" "Eh? Were you that voice?" "Obviously." An stared at the brown haired young man, "Are you the devil?" "Fufu, you could say that. Well, actually I'm Hell's receptionist, Fuji, Fuji Shuusuke."

An's eyes widened, "YOUR Hell's receptionist!" "That's what I said."

An slammed her hands on the cherry wood desk, a loud hollow smacking sound echoed in the rather large white room (with only the desk and chair, no furniture in sight),

"Tell me!" "Eh?" "Why? Why am I in hell?" "Oh, that let's see." Fuji snapped his fingers and a file appeared on top of his desk.

Fuji immediately shifted through the files, "Hmm….. let's see….It appears that Lucifer personally signed you to come to Hell, lucky you, that will never happen to a mortal, at least, if the Holy ones have anything to say about that."

An fumed, "Lucky? How is this lucky? I'm dead damn it!" "Yes, you are damned, but if you have questions, might as well ask him yourself."

"What does he want with meeeee?" "Fufufufu, I hear bells." He chuckled, "Hey, that's not a good sign, you should see a doctor." "….yes what does he want with YOU." "Wait! Isn't there something you can do? You know, change the report to make me go to heaven? Get reincarnated or something?" "Well, usually, the damned get a choice, you know, work in hell, get reincarnated….in a couple of years….." "….how long?" "Err…. Few hundred years." "… what's the last one, please let there be a last one." "Haunt someone." "Haunt someone eh? 'HAHAHA I'll get back at that slut for taking my boyfriend away, or better yet…..' Lucifer." "Hmm?" "I'll haunt that SOB." "How interesting…..Alright, I'll ring you up." "Seriously?" "Uh-huh." 'Alright!' An thought, smirking. Fuji pressed the button on the intercom, "1000, she's here." "Eh?"

The next thing she knew, she was shoved into the elevator that started to shake after the doors closed. "Oh crap, what now?"

After a few seconds the door slid open, revealing row and rows of desks that never seemed to end. "What the- this is just like my dad's office, just minus the rows and rows of desks."

Suddenly a boy with short red hair popped up in front of her and started to drag her away.

'OMG, that's Kamio Akira, that suppose to be supper old dude that my grandpa used to listen to sing on records! Didn't he die at the age 20 from drug overdose?' She didn't say that out loud, she wouldn't dare.

"Lucifer, she's here."

A/N: Hahaha! Haven't updated for quite some time, though I should be updating my 30 kisses collection……but, I'm too lazy to. Anyways, thanks for the reviews, and I hope you'll continue reviewing my works (Currently 3 in progress and 1 done.) THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE KIRIAN, dear good there should be. If you noticed the quote about bells from Fuji, it's obvious what he's suggesting, or could he/I be foreshadowing…hmmm… fushigi mystery…..and who could 1000 possibly be/mean? Find out in the next chapter, cuz that's how you'll find out!