Note:Prologue of a short Beelzebub story.
I hope you enjoy~

Warning:Mostly general, but hinted OgaFuru here and there.
OOCness, especially Oga.
Quite colorful language.

Disclaimer:For the characters' joy, I don't own them or this manga/anime. The original story belongs to Tamura Ryuuhei.

-Prologue-

Furuichi whistled happily as he slowly walked back from school.

That day he was on his own since Oga left earlier. It was not unusual for him to go home alone, not when his usual companion was that Oga Tatsumi.

He took his time since he had nothing else to do, his steps slow and relaxed.

As he was talking past an alley, an arm reached out to him and pulled him in by the collar.

Furuichi didn't know what was going on, not until he opened his eyes and saw a bunch of scary-looking boys.

The silver-head stared at the people in front of him with widened eyes.

"Damn…"

He whispered a curse as he recognized the ones who slammed him against the wall.

Just the other day some delinquents from another school came to pick a fight with Oga. Of course the outcome of said battle was obvious: Oga won one-sidedly, sending all of them flying.

They run away with the promise of a revenge.

And indeed, they kept their promise.

"Hi there, how are you?" asked one of delinquents, leaning in closer and smirked at Furuichi.

The tactician cracked a nervous smile "Hello, I'm fine. What about you?"

To Furuichi's reply came different reactions. Some clicked their tongue, some cursed and some laughed.

"Thanks to your friend, half of us have broken bones."

Furuichi went silent at that. «How I am supposed to reply to that? It's not like I was the one who sent them flying!»

A drop of sweat run down his cheek as he silently looked at the others.

Then his eyes widened a bit as he came to a realization, «Don't tell they want to beat me up since they can't win against Oga?»

"So, where's that buddy of yours? We have some business to settle with him." said one of the delinquents.

"Erm…today Oga left earlier so I don't know where he is." answered the silver-haired boy.

"What~ We don't particularly want to hurt you, you know?" added another one, "But we don't like liars either."

As he said that, he took out a knife. Following after him, the others took out their weapons as well.

Furuichi scanned his surrounding with attentive eyes; there were many of them, and more than half had a weapon.

He gulped down hard before answering "It's the truth. He left earlier without letting me know."

"Then…" one of the delinquents was playing with his knife as he talked, while the others snickered in the background.

"Shall we have some fun with you?!" he slammed his knife against the wall, and left it stuck there, right next to Furuichi's face.

The silver-head didn't move as he felt a few hot drops of blood run down all the way to his chin: he was cut on the cheek.

"Let's start from-" another delinquent with a bat on his shoulder began talking, when he was interrupted by a new voice.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Said person was coming from the same direction as Furuichi earlier.

"Let go of him, now."

The smooth voice collected but the tone dripped with danger and threat.

Furuichi's eyes widened in pure surprise as he unconsciously smiled at the sight of a known face, "You are…"

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