A/N: I can't believe it.
I had a HUGE writer's block, and couldn't think of what to do. But this one idea kept popping up in my head, only to be denied by the sane part of my brain. Over and over, this idea had been rejected because it sounded ridiculous to me.
I have lost. Sanity has lost.
I can't believe I went through with this. You will understand soon.
-Yesterday, the day after Oga was released from the hospital and Beel's confession-
Beel woke up an hour before Tatsumi usually did. He swiftly got out of bed, washed up, and dressed himself. It was the morning after his "life shattering" confession to his father figure, and he was still thinking about what he did. He just got so caught up in the moment back at the hospital. The way he reacted was just… Yum. Oh so very yummy. Mmmh, Beel could have just eaten him up right then and there.
'And I could have gotten away with it if it weren't for that pesky nurse... Ah, I could just relive that moment over and over and over again.' He stood there for a moment just staring at Tatsumi and thinking about how delicious things could have gotten. This was the 579 time he had replayed that moment, that spark, that feeling of capturing someone for the first time. Make that 580.
He shook his head. It would do no good to stand there and simply wait. He needed to get going before the sleeping brunet woke up. And yes, according to the clock, Beel had spent 15 minutes fantasizing. Sighing, he wrote a note about him being gone for the day with his servants. Not entirely true, seeing as how he had sent them on a trip to the Demon World, but it didn't matter.
He opened the window and jumped out with only a quick backward glance to the teen in bed. They both needed time to think about things.
Beel was walking down an alley solemnly, minding his own business, when he heard a girly scream. Now, the cliché hero would rush to the damsel's rescue and help save her from whatever it was that caused her distress. But frankly, he didn't care. So, with complete nonchalance, Beel kept walking forward. He looked up slightly to see a very cute and petite brunette being cornered by a few large men. She looked towards him as he neared with tears in her sepia eyes. Noticing this, the men turned to see the small teen.
"Whatchoo lookin' at, punk? Tryin' ta be a tough guy? Look at the scrawny kid, guys," the tallest of them sneered. The two others howled with mocking laughter, causing the girl to tremble. Without so much as another glance in their direction, Beel continued on, ignoring the shouts of the delinquents.
"Hey, don't think we gunna let you go now dat ya saw things, brat!" The leader bellowed, launching a pathetic fist at him. And then the quick fight began, except Beel was hardly paying attention to things.
'Now that I really think about it, I probably just ruined our relationship that way. It felt fine at first, but after sleeping it off, I'm not too sure anymore. I would just be leaving him soon anyway, no need to get any hopes up."
Dodge to the left, trip his foot here, roundhouse kick, right hook.
'Apologize, that's what I should do. Maybe we can forget this ever happened and we'll all continue as if this Walpurgis trouble never came. Tatsumi will live on and I will go. He probably doesn't want a relationship now, anyway. And I'm hurting him. Being here hurts him. Those injuries, those dark thoughts that seeped into him, it's me and my accursed demonic power's fault.'
Drop kick, twist his arm, punch to the stomach.
At Beel's feet lay the beaten and unconscious men. He stood there emotionlessly and made a move to leave when a soft voice called out.
"Wait! Thank you for your help, Master Beelzebub," the girl pulled him to face her and he then realized that this girl was a demon. What a coincidence. She blushed as he looked her over. She began to talk about something along the lines of "suitor" and "love", but he quickly tuned her out.
'This is the way it should be, right? I should be with a demon girl, not my contractor. Someone like this should do… Brown hair, brown eyes, petite figure, good assets. Every man's dream.'
Plump lips were pressed against his as the girl finally shut up. But to both their surprises, Beel roughly pushed her away with a grimace. Marching back home, he completely ignored the demon girl and her attempts to gain his attention.
'Ugh. Disgusting. She wasn't like Tatsumi at all! His hair is softer, and his eyes are darker. Not some bland brown, but a deep swirl of liquid chocolate. He isn't that thin; he's stronger, more masculine. And his voice isn't high and irritating, it's gruff and comforting. Also, the lips shouldn't be this gentle; it makes me want to puke. It's supposed to be a rough and wild kiss, NOT something like that.
Beel continued on his way, unknowingly comparing the two in his head.
Disgusting.
-Today-
Odd. Tatsumi wasn't at home when he got back last night, and he hadn't come back. Beel wasn't worried, but when he got to school, things got suspicious.
Beel walked into the classroom and found everyone huddled together and whispering. Definitely not normal. Not only that, but they also stopped and scattered the minute he arrived. Things got weirder. The desk they were centered around was Tatsumi's. That has never happened before. And then when he went to sit next to Tatsumi, he went ahead and IGNORED Beel. Something was off here, and the demon prince needed to get to the bottom of it.
The day strangely went on without problems, other than the "secret" meetings. But that's what got Beel angry. No one would talk to him or anything, and the very second the bell rang, the class dashed out the doors.
And then it hit him. It was so obvious that Beel was surprised and frustrated that he hadn't managed to get to the bottom of things.
They were conspiring against him! The little humans were actually planning something against him! He, the next Great Demon Lord! Why though? For what reason would they need to do something such as that? If only somebody would tell him something, even a little hint would work...
"Hey, Beelze! C'mere for a minute," several voices called out from behind him. He looked around for a minute before realizing that he had been walking the hallways for quite some time; it was already nearing sunset. Turning around, he saw the same delinquents he was thinking about standing and snickering about nothing. The demon scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. There was something wrong with this picture.
"We have something to show you~! C'mon, c'mon, c'moooooooon! You need to see this," Yuka excitedly giggled out. She and the other few Red Tails were either smirking or outright laughing for absolutely no reason. The guys had these faces that were so concentrated and serious, it looked like a sad case of constipation. Not just bad, but sad. It was suspicious enough to send Hilda running. (Running for a sword.)
With a cautious grunt, Beel stalked forward and followed the sniggering group up the stairs. A few whispers were exchanged, but most were cut off before the mossy haired youth could interpret them. Frankly, it was getting annoying. Just a bit.
"Aaaaand we're here," an enthusiastic voice spoke. They were now at the top of the steps, in front of a door leading to the roof. No one goes to that high up other than Tatsumi and whoever he brings with him. In fact, the infamous teen had even claimed the roof as his own, and it was often times avoided by the students. It's not like anyone can get through anyway, Tatsumi stole the last key to the door not too long ago. Although, by the looks of it, it seems as if Himekawa had retrieved it, seeing as how the small object was held in his hand.
Now why would they need him at the top of the building? His concern was growing rapidly, as things seemed awfully strange. Did he do something wrong? None of them had known this side of Beel for very long at all. What was going on? He couldn't help but panic, seeing as how a dangerous and insane group of yankees were surely leading him to be killed or some such thing.
And this is when he was shoved through the metal door. Which slammed shut and clicked as a lock was turned. An evil cackle followed as a fading echo of "have fun" was heard from beyond the wall. He supposed he had been so distraught and anxious that he never noticed them opening the door and moving behind him. Beel grumbled at the door for a few seconds before turning around to see what was there to bring his death.
And death it was. A death that no man could ever hope to go against.
A choked sound escaped Beel's throat as his eyes laid upon what was in front of him.
-Earlier that day-
"I did what you said yesterday and stayed at Furuichi's. Now why am I here half an hour before school starts? And I still don't get why I couldn't just go home yesterday," Oga whined. He was ordered to sleep over at a someone's house-anyone's but his own-by the girls. He could never understand these things.
"Because, you dunce, you absolutely MUST leave the man waiting. Leave them wondering, curious, worried. It makes them desperate to find out what the hell is going on with you. Then, right before they take action or give up, you're supposed to appear. It gets 'em antsy, which makes it easier to strike a surprise attack. All smart women know that. By the way, make sure to ignore him all day," Nene ground out exasperatedly.
Oga's eye twitched for a moment. "Are you calling me a woman?" She turned away from him and ignored the question.
"We need to get things together. What should we do now that the little demon is already in place? We need a plan, something that will- Wait," the red-head paused, her sharp eyes swiveling to lock on to Oga's. "I know just what we need to do..."
The growing smirk on her face made the target for the gaze nervous.
...
"So now what? It's already the end of the day. We met whenever we could, Oga ignored Beel all day, and you said you had a plan in mind. And where did the ladies go to?" Furuichi swooned. He cared more about where the Queen was than about Oga's love life, although he was curious on how it would work out...
Nene gave a small laugh. "Well you see... (whisper whisper)"
By the time she finished talking, Oga was paler than a sheet. This scheme was- was just horrible! Nene seemed to sense his apprehension and sighed.
"Man up! You've done something like this before, right? You shouldn't be so worried about something like this," she countered. Honestly, men could be so stupid sometimes.
"But this is different! You can't just do this, I won't let you," he growled.
"Oh, but I can."
The brunet jumped at the voice and slowly shifted his head to see a regular, everyday Hilda and Alaindelon standing there with the Red Tails. In the large man's arms were two piled up bags.
"Hilda? Where did you come from? I haven't seen you for a while," Oga nervously said. What are in those bags? He sensed something evil.
"We were out running a few errands for the Young Master. On the way here, we happened to come upon them," she pointed to the women. "And they explained your little ploy to us. Seeing as how this could prove to be beneficial for us, we decided to help. Now be a good little human and don't move," the blonde demon smirked and pulled something out of the bag and held it in front of them. Oga gasped and backed away, shaking his head furiously.
"No... No, no! You can't, you just can't! NOOOO!"
And this is how we ended up here, on the roof.
'No doubt about it, this has caused me my death. "La petite mort" indeed...'
Orange rays of the setting sun cast upon the figure of one Tatsumi Oga. Except not the way most people would remember him.
Oga was wearing the St. Ishiyama Academy girl's uniform, complete with checkered pink bow tie. Only the bright green skirt seemed shorter and the immaculate white shirt was larger than usual, the ends of the sleeve brushing just above the tips of his fingers. A few other modifications were also obvious, such as his thigh-high stockings replacing socks. The rather nicely accentuated the curve of his legs. Beel's eyes traveled up to Oga's face, now noticing how there was a small amount of make-up painted there. Nothing heavy or too apparent, but simple applications such as a bit of gloss to make thin lips seem plumper or light eyeshadow to give his eyes more of an impact. Some of the usual auburn spikes were flattened down, framing the normally masculine face in a way that made it seem more delicate.
Although all these things could be said, Oga still looked very much male to a person who knew him well, or even anyone who looked a tiny bit closer. Not what most people considered appealing, but it didn't matter in his Beel's eyes.
'And is that a pretty blush spreading on Tatsumi's cheeks? Yes, yes it is,' examined the emerald-eyed demon.
"... Stop staring, fuckin' perv..." muttered the embarrassed delinquent. He was uselessly tugging at his too-short skirt with both hands, looking down and glaring holes through the poor roof. This was when Beel noticed the fact that he had been shamelessly taking in the sight before him without a care in the world. Inhaling deeply, he gathered up his courage and walked toward his... father-figure/companion/lover/something. He stopped a couple feet in front of the teen, a single stride left.
"Tatsumi, what is this?" he whispered in a breathy voice. Hands hovered just above the waist, as if tempted to touch, but afraid to. Oga chewed his bottom lip-which immediately caught the young devil's attention-and took the last step forward, closing the distance between them. Without a second thought, hands instantly grasped the hesitating arms and placed them on waiting hips. They both sighed and moved into each other.
"Hilda came up with the idea, and was backed by the guys. Red Tails did most of the work, though. I swear it wasn't my plan! Everything's their fault, and they should all go die in a ditch, no wait I'll just kill 'em myself," Oga ranted. Sure, he had to cosplay as a nurse with Baby Beel and Creepichi once, but this thing is something else entirely. There's a difference!
He was still uttering insults when he felt hands begin to wander up his sides, turning to braver touches running down smooth thighs. Making a startled sound, the cross dressed youth made to get out of reach when one sneaky hand grabbed his ass. One girly squeak escaped the delinquent's mouth as his rear was groped mercilessly.
A groan was elicited from Beel as his movements grew... Bolder.
"Is that a-"
"Y-yeah. They made me wear it; said it 'completed the outfit." Another deep red flush. Oga found it embarrassing and annoying; Beel thought it was cute and sexy.
There was a silence between them as Beel continued to touch Oga's body, except they became slower and softer. The message was clear, they were only going this far. Anything else could wait for a better time. Honestly, the false-teen was simply dying to get under that skirt, and those sentiments weren't completely one-sided. But horny teenagers aside, they were both decently patient people. The good stuff can always come later (heh), and Oga still needed to say something.
"I-I wanted to tell you that I... I, umm. No, I mean to say that we should uhh... It's not really bad that-ugh, that's not it either! Agh, let's try this again. Okay, what I mean to say is that I l-l-lo... Lozenges! NO, dammit! I-you-er, we- Fuck this shit! WhatI'mtryingtosayisthatthisisreal lyfrustratingandI'llkillyouifyouwerejokingwhen yousaidyoulovedme!"
(*Translation: 'What I'm trying to say is that this is really frustrating and I'll kill you if you were joking when you said you loved me!')
There was a long silence as the rushed words registered in the young human's brain. His red face turned an even brighter color than before as he tried to fix his mistake.
"No, no, wait! That came out wrong-!"
Beel chuckled at the sputtering and confused Oga. A chaste peck on the brunet's lips seemed to freeze him completely. The only sign that he was alive was the fact that his eyes widened and heat radiated from the neck up. It shouldn't be possible for someone to blush that much.
"I love you too, Tatsumi. Really, I understand." Another quick kiss. "But..."
"...I need to tell you something."
A/N: Oh yeah. I finally finished this chapter. But I don't think you should expect the next one anytime soon. I got a butt-load of projects to work on. Stupid projects. Who needs them? I don't.
By the way, I'll leave the part about a certain something "completing the outfit" up to your (possibly perverted) little minds.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- Anyhow,
What does Beel have to say? What could this mean!?
