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A/N: Just a tidbit to keep y'all happy. Sorry no linebreaks, FFNEt's being silly again. Enjoy!
And Yet
A Beelzebub Fanfiction
Oga x Hilda
She had doubts, yes.
Why wouldn't she? He went against everything she desired for the Young Master. He was a commoner, poor, an idiot, not even presentably dressed. He had nothing in terms of real world influence to give her charge. And yet…
He was strong – his single redeeming quality. Undeniably so. In the beginning she had no qualms about tearing him to pieces but now… maybe no. With the Young Master's power he could easily overwhelm her and grind her to dust and yet…
He did not. Strangely this man-child endured her verbal and physical abuse with a pained grimace, retaliating only with empty threats and meaningless glares. And therein lay the second, the hidden reason for her acquiescence; he was chivalrous. She had not seen many of the likes of him in Hell and was somewhat gratified to come across one in the human world. He had strange principles, but they would suit the still-naïve Prince Beelzebub well. And yet…
She couldn't bring herself to tell him that he was alright. Couldn't cough up the words. Not even in the face of death, when the closest thing to a praise she could come up with was 'you are his only parent in this world'. She wondered if he understood that it was a 'good job, keep it up' and a 'thank you' all in one. And yes, she was somewhat ridiculously happy he had come to save her (idiot) despite his somewhat crass proclamation of it (uncouth, barbarian, brainless man-child). She was glad the prince was safe. She was glad he was safe. And yet…
In the end he had to save her. Her. He was a human, she was a full-fledged demon. The mortification was what rendered her silent in the face of Salamander's flames. The very thought of this human whom she had grudgingly given her consent to, this idiot whom she gave her life for, to come and rescue her was unthinkable.
"Oi."
She blinked out of her reverie and saw him holding a small paper cup towards her. She warily accepted it, noting how cold it was. "… What is this?"
"Ice cream," He had opened his own cup and was feeding Baby Belze a spoonful of vanilla ice-cream. "Himekawa got us an ice-cream truck. The dolt."
She thought that knowing Tatsuya, he would probably have bought out the whole factory too but kept that comment to herself. Daintily she scooped one and shivered in delight as the cool treat melted in her mouth. Closing her eyes, she smiled as she savored another scoop. Opening them again, she prickled in alarm when she saw him staring at her. "What?" She demanded testily.
"Like mother like son," He snickered, pointing to Baby Belze's expression of rapture. She tamped down on the blush that threatened to spread across her face and looked away haughtily. "Please do not feed him too much, or else he will not want his milk."
"Ah." He grinned. She let him slide back into the corner of her eye and huffed. Idiot, uncouth boar, stupid man-child he was.
But he was the only one who ever believed saving her was just something he had to do. And she supposed that really clinched the deal, hook line and sinker.