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As it is Written
A Hayate the Combat Butler prawnfest
By
EvilFuzzy9

WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life, and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also from participating in any and all such activities until they are at the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of their state or principality.
(moar smut, MOAR)

Hayate bit back the urge to yawn as he helped Isumi sort through a cluttered storage room at the Saginomiya family's estate. The young, soft-spoken, slightly eccentric exorcist was doing some spring cleaning, and her childhood friend Nagi had loaned her her butler, Hayate, to help out.
Hayate was a little daunted by how much junk was cluttering the storehouse, especially considering how traditional and immaculate the rest of the grounds looked. He was also a little disturbed by some of the more freakish looking artifacts and nicknacks.
But as he was carrying out a box of everything from shrunken heads to grimy prayer beads, he noticed a small, unremarkable looking black book. It was a little dusty, and there was nothing on the cover to identify it. When he grabbed it out of the box to examine it, however, he felt an electric tingle run up his arm.
Worried that there might be some kind of curse on the book, Hayate immediately dropped it with a yelp.
Isumi, hearing this, glanced over at Hayate.
"Ah," she said. "So that's where that went..."
"Hm? Oh, is this book yours, Isumi-san?" Hayate asked her.
"No," she said. "You can have it."
Hayate sweatdropped. "Just like that...? You're giving it to me just like that?"
Isumi nodded.
"It's a very powerful magical artifact that lets you change people by writing in it," she told him. "And it also changes the world so that everybody believes those changes were how things always were."
Hayate's eyes widened.
"Scary... what a scary sounding object... Are you sure it's okay to give it to me...?"
"It's out of my hands," Isumi said bluntly, though her tone was still soft. "The book has chosen you as its master."
"I... I see..." Hayate mumbled weakly, a little overwhelmed by this. He wasn't sure whether to believe Isumi, even if she was something of a specialist in these matters, and yet his curiosity was certainly piqued.
At the very least, though, he supposed it wouldn't hurt to try it out and see what happened. Opening the book, he took out a pen.
'Isumi is a nudist.' Hayate wrote in the book, feeling a rush of something as he envisioned the petite, demure fourteen year old discarding her old fashioned kimono and shawl. 'She hates wearing clothes of any kind, and goes everywhere completely naked.'
The second he finished writing, the ink glowed on the page before instantly drying. Nothing more obvious than that happened, though.
Hayate was not certain whether to feel relieved that it didn't seem to have actually done anything, or dismayed. But then he heard a cutely disgruntled murmur from Isumi's direction.
Glancing over in the long-haired girl's direction, Hayate saw Isumi Saginomiya with an adorable perplexed expression on her face, cheeks red as she huffed and tossed off her shawl.
"When did I get dressed up?" she wondered aloud even as she continued to disrobe heedless of Hayate's presence. "Did mother dress me again while I wasn't looking?"
Hayate sweatdropped, even as a bit of blood trickled from his nose when Isumi's kimono dropped to the floor – it appeared that Isumi's manner of dress was as old fashioned beneath as it was above (with special emphasis on the was, now), leaving her completely naked now. She was as odd as ever, it seemed, when it came to anything not involving evil spirits or the supernatural.
He did his best to ignore the erection growing in his trousers at the sight of Isumi's cute pink nipples and smooth, hairless pussy. The girl was flat as his mistress, but in Isumi's case that only emphasized her traditional, Japanese looks, with her dark eyes and long, dark blue hair.
Ordinarily, Hayate would have called the Saginomiya heiress "cute", in the same way that a kitten or a duckling were cute. But with her clothes discarded and her nude form on display for his eyes to drink in, he could not help but think, 'beautiful.'
... not that he had a lolita complex, or anything.
Blushing, Hayate averted his eyes from Isumi's naked form, trying to think unsexy thoughts in order to defuse the stick of dynamite in his trousers.
It didn't work.
Seeing that his erection was not going to go down so easily, Hayate's thoughts turned unbidden toward the small, plain-looking black book. If it could turn Isumi into a nudist, then maybe...
Going further down the page, beneath the previous passage, Hayate pressed the tip of his pen to the page. For a moment, he struggled between indecision on what to write and uncertainty of whether he should even be doing this. But ultimately the persistent presence of his aroused penis and the undeniably tempting beauty of Isumi's young body won out, and he scribbled down some words.
And, deciding that if he was going to have Isumi help him with his "problem" he should at least do so with propriety, Hayate wrote:
'Isumi Saginomiya is engaged to marry Hayate Ayasaki... and she is not averse to certain premarital activities...'
He then paused for a moment, uncertain.
His first mistress, who had shaped him into the skilled butler that he was today, had done a very good job of nailing into his head the notion that a girl would only want someone who can provide for them financially. With the formidable amount of debt on his shoulders, and his general bad luck with money, Hayate was initially doubtful of whether it would really be okay for him to tie Isumi to him like this.
...But then he realized that he could fix that problem easily enough with just a single sentence.
'Nagi Sanzen'in has absolved Hayate Ayasaki of his debts to her.'
Then, after a moment, Haya thought of something else. Nagi, his young lady, had lost her inheritance in part because of him. While she was not broke, thanks to renting out rooms in the apartment, it would be difficult for her to pay him in full for his services. That had been a non-issue for him before, but now it was kind of troublesome. While the Saginomiya family was quite wealthy, Hayate was not a deadbeat or a leech, and he had no intention of becoming one.
Even if he had only engaged himself to Isumi so he could have her help him with his erection without having to worry about ruining her chances of getting married, Hayate had a strong – if slightly sideways – sense of honor. If he was engaging himself to Isumi, then he was going to do it seriously!
'Nagi's manga will be picked up by a publisher, and it will be a massive success.' he wrote. It might be a bit of an underhanded way to do it, but he truly did want his mistress to succeed in her dream, ambitious though it was.
The fact that if she really sold that many copies of her manga she would quickly become wealthy enough to easily pay him and Maria their full wages was just a bonus. Honest, it was.
With that out of the way, Hayate turned his attention back to Isumi, member throbbing heatedly as he once more got a good look of her naked form.
Isumi, noticing that Hayate's attention was, lifted her gaze from the bulge in his pants to his eyes, clear and blue.
"I see you have been writing in the Book of Amen, my intended," she remarked, speaking softly. "As it is written, so shall it be..."
She then lowered her gaze, peering at the crotch of her pants as though she could see right through the fabric to his throbbing, aching member beneath.
"Ah, but that is a minor thing," she concluded, lifting a hand to her mouth as she continued to speak. "More importantly... it would seem you are suffering a grave discomfort, dear..."
She walked forward, gently laying a hand upon Hayate's bulge, causing him to groan at her touch, even through his trousers.
"Ah... Isumi-san...!" he gasped, unconsciously bucking his hips into her hand. "It...!"
"Do not worry, my intended Hayate-sama..." Isumi said with a soft smile adorning her face, cheeks dusted with the faintest pink. "...As your wife to be, it is only natural that I should exorcise your body of this stress and discomfort..."
She then unzipped his trousers. And seeing Hayate's formidable member spring out of his boxers the instant she undid his zipper, Isumi looked up at her betrothed before beginning to lightly caress his dick with her fingers. Her hands were soft to the touch, and her fingers were deft as they danced across the length and girth of Hayate's penis.
Hayate moaned, his face red as Isumi so shamelessly used her hands to service him. Not that there was any reason for her to be ashamed in the first place, he supposed. After all, had he not written that they were now lovers, a young man and woman engaged to be wed?
Yes, he thought as he glanced at the content expression on Isumi's face as she gave him a surprisingly skillful handjob, it really was only natural to be doing something like this in their situation, after all.
He then groaned, coming as Isumi teased the tip of his member with her thumb. His seed sprayed all over Isumi's hands, and her chest as well. His vision went white for a moment, and his member softened.
He sighed contentedly, once the brief spell of dizziness left him. He felt... unbelievable. Hayate hadn't realized how much stress he had built up over the years until just now, when it all melted away in a single orgasm. So that was the difference between doing it for yourself and having someone else do it for you... incredible.
He smiled down at Isumi, sweatdropping slightly when he saw her licking the semen from her hands.
"Wh...what are you doing...?" he asked Isumi slightly incredulously as he watched her do something he had been certain only ever happened in porn.
"Refueling," the girl said simply. "As you've seen, me and my family members can restore our powers by drinking your blood... but semen is more efficient. Tastier, too."
Hayate shook his head disbelieving, but he had a smile on his face. Some things never changed, it seemed. But what would he do next?
Deciding to play around with the book some more (the Book of Amen, Isumi had called it, right?), Hayate once more took out a pen and put it to paper. On a whim, he scribbled, 'Isumi has bunny ears.' near the bottom of the page.
The words glowed a second, before the ink instantly dried, and when Hayate looked up from the book he saw that Isumi-san now had bunny ears, and was looking at him cutely, an expression of curiosity on her face as she looked between him and the book.
"Oh? You wrote in it again?" she remarked. "What did you put?" she asked him calmly, voice as soft as ever. "Something naughty, perhaps?" she inquired demurely, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she appeared to momentarily drift off into fantasy land.
"No, nothing naughty..." ...this time.
Isumi appeared to pout at that, momentarily, but then her mood brightened.
"Well, no matter," she said dismissively. "I suppose we have gotten it as clean in here as we are going to get it..." she gestured around at the storeroom they were standing in. While it was still cluttered, it was much better than it had been when they (meaning mostly Hayate) had started. "Why don't we go visit Nagi, now that we're done here?"
Hayate sweatdropped at this. 'You're just deciding on your own that we're done...' he thought.
Out loud, however, he said, "Milady is probably busy, though..."
"Oh, yes," Isumi murmured thoughtfully, "I suppose she probably is. She's been working very hard on her manga for the contest with Ruka-san, hasn't she?"
Hayate chuckled somewhat sheepishly at this. "I imagine so... She might not be the most reliable person, but when it's her pride on the line... well, how about we visit Sakuya-san instead? It's been a while since I've seen her..."
Isumi nodded slowly, her bunny ears flopping up and down with the movement.
"Yes, and it has been a while since Sakuya has seen you, as well..." said she. "Very well then," she decided, grabbing onto the hand of her betrothed. "Shall we go, my darling lover?"
Hayate smiled down at his naked, bunny-eared bride-to-be, and he nodded in the affirmative.
"Yes," he said smoothly, entering butler-mode and bowing to Isumi with a flourish, "we shall. After you, milady."
Isumi smiled and stepped forward, moving with a grace and poise rarely seen in ordinary fourteen year olds. On a more mature woman, it might have been called outrightbeautiful. Not that this mattered to Hayate, as he walked alongside Isumi, holding her hand.
Not that it mattered at all.

A/N: It's actually been a bit since I've read the manga, but this was written some time ago.
Updated: 12-7-13
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