Disclaimer... You know the drill. I don't own anything; Beelzebub belongs to its creator.
First, story in this fandom, heck it might not even be a story, but just a one-shot. I like the pairing Hilda/ Oga and loved, absolutely, love the fiction stories on this site about the couple. And I have many favorites with them.
My life was once just like any anyone else's. I beat the crap out of anyone who displeased me, sadistically smiling, having nothing but fun times. I went to school and had no problems, either beating people up or sleeping through the classes if there were no fights. Hell I even skipped if the thought pleased me.
Life was fucking great.
That all changed when a bitch of a demon maid and a baby showed up.
Fucking-A, you heard me. If it wasn't for that baby, who I call Beel, and that demon wench, I wouldn't have to worry about shit.
Yeah a lot of shit, but as time passed, and I'll sucker punch Creepichi before admitting it, I started to get used to Beel being my 'son' and Hilda- yes that damn bitch- as my 'wife'. However, just when I was starting to admit that to myself, they were going to be taken away from me.
Shortly they would return to the demon world.
Everyone was worried about it, including the strongest gang in Ishiyama. However, the idiots and I didn't need to worry about it because – you got it damn it- the demon lord wacko changed his mind.
Oga, Tatsumi a fair-skinned, brown narrowed eyed teen with spiky-like brown hair and who wore casual clothing and, most importantly loved to solve everything with a punch was not prepared for the week that followed, that sad, heart wrecking, sissy emotional week that came directly after the fiasco of them 'returning' from the demon world.
Why? Because Hilda a blonde, fair skinned beauty, the demon wet nurse, and Beel's 'mother' had lost her memory. Now many wouldn't take notice, but it was Hilda for crying out loud, and well, even (Beel noticed) Oga the idiot brute, child baring badass noticed.
They stood at the river bank where Oga met Alaindelon carrying Beel on that fateful day.
Oga handed her Beel and uttered that no matter what she was still baby's Beel mother. Surprising everyone with his actions, well, except Beel who quickly beamed with excitement, Oga kissed Hilda. He soon felt a ton of weird and unfamiliar emotions.
The Ishiyama students weren't too shocked, but surprised, unlike Aoi Kunieda a young pretty face teenage girl with bluish-black length hair and eyes was blushing madly and thinking… OGA's KISSING her... No..! This is only to get her memories back! He doesn't want to, does he? Of course not...
Furuichi a silver haired teen with perverted thoughts, thoughts usually surrounding women was horrified. Oga. You, you BASTARD!
A little small demon appearing to be fourteen was just as horrified as the teenage boy Furuichi. Her pink doe eyes were wide, pink hair standing upwards as if she was electrocuted and her mouth was formed in a silent no. Her name was Lamia and she was thinking. Hilda nee-san!
Obvious to everyone else, Oga pulled away from the kiss and waited. Feeling extremely awkward Oga began talking quickly, more or less rambling.
"You're cooking improved and doesn't taste like your trying to murder me anymore!" He laughed as if trying to get rid of the awkwardness. "Phew… at least I don't have to eat that spicy, poisonous shit you called FOOD!"
Feeling those weird feelings dissipate from kissing her leave Oga stopped rambling about her bad cooking long enough to receive a punch to his jaw. He skidded backwards and glared at the woman.
Hilda was still holding Beel as she glared venomously at the idiot. "My cooking is murderous poison, huh?" She wasted no time and didn't hesitate to wipe the floor with Oga, violence being her alternative to ignoring the weird feeling she got when he kissed her.
And this is where my story starts.
Inside the bathroom, Oga soaked alone in his bathwater, thinking hard about his current situation, an action highly unusual for the impulsive delinquent. He and Hilda would be seventeen within a few more months and Beel was would soon be three. Although several thoughts were floating around in his head, his main concern was that he has finally acknowledged that he was completely stuck with the two demons which meant he head to stop his childishness.
He knew why it was so important: Beel wanted them together. From the 'prince charming' kiss to the Christmas star that Beel loved the most because they worked together as parents to get it for him...that baby wanted a set of parents.
Oga dried himself off and dressed, turning of the shower. He waltz down the hall and cracked open the door to his room. There on the bed was Hilda with her blond hair tightly braided, back facing him; breathing even with her eyes closed and her lips curved into a small smile sleeping - most likely -as she does unconsciously since the memory incident –sleeping in his bed with baby Beel. The little guy was sleeping face peaceful, green messy hair sticking out underneath Hilda's chin. Looking at them peacefully resting together, Oga's resolve was renewed tenfold.
Closing the door Oga turned and headed downstairs, his mind made up. He found Misaki on the sofa chilling.
"Hey, aneki?"
Misaki didn't turn to face her young idiotic brother.
"Can you loan me some money?" Oga knew she was going to ask for what and how much, however, after a year of this pseudo craziness, he knew exactly what to say. "It's for Hilda."
Misaki turned and studied her brother. Perhaps he was finally growing up so with a shrug, she answered, "Yea, sure."
Oga left the house with a wide demonic looking grin.
"We need to move from this town, dear," a woman was furiously telling her husband. "It is no longer safe! Our children need a better future than staying here!"
"But, dear we can't move this-" the man started as Oga passed by him.
Oga having heard the conversation, stops, then turns towards them.
The woman was middle age like his own mother with short grey hair and eyes, wearing a pair of pants a white shirt and low heeled heels while the man also looked to be about middle age with greyish blond hair and glasses, very similar to his own father, but this man was broader built dressed in a light grey suit.
"I couldn't help but over hear," the husband's wife turned around to say youngsters were rude, interrupting their elders, but paused alongside her husband. They knew this young lad from the rumors and gossip, a child fighting brute, but why was he here on their front step?
"You're selling this house, right?" Oga Tatsumi stated rather than asked.
The blonde hair man fixed his glasses. Yes, his wife looked pleased for a moment, but he was not selling the house just to anyone, yet alone a teenager who thought he could just buy it with stolen money or with his fist.
"Alright, I am Souta Yamari and this is my wife, Hana. You want this house, boy?" the older man asked.
Oga nodded, causing the man to narrow his eyes. What he had the money to pay...?
"First, why do you even want the house? You're a high school delinquent, right, Mr. Oga?"
The guy was not Saotome, but Oga was speechless. He really wanted to punch the old guy. However, this old geezer just might be up to something and with that he hoped he didn't have to repeat this ever again.
"I want the house to support my family."
That seemed to be the best answer as Souta smirked pleasantly; "On two conditions, boy."
Oga calmed down and grinned. The house was the cheapest on the lot and it was pretty decent looking. "What are the conditions?"
Beta by: For Whimsy Alone. I found a Beta for this story guys :D
