They were at it again.
Two young children sat on a bed watching the mayhem before them. Their parents were fighting again. Although violence was definitely ALWAYS the answer, this routine was getting boring. Baby Beel expertly rolled off the bed and helped his baby sister, Nico, to do the same. In a silly little way only they understood, Beel told Nico they should use this opportunity to get candy out of grandpa (that sucker), and the siblings happily sneaked off, leaving their human world parents to their own devices.
"You can't use that sword, bitch, you're gonna cut my balls off".
"Tch, take it if you can, sewer rat."
A ruthless flick of the wrist. A quick sweep of the feet. Two movements were all it took to disarm Hilda and land her flat on her back, much to her surprise and humiliation. Oga hovered above her, pinning her hands to the ground by her wrists. They stared at each other in silence for a moment, bright green eyes clashing with dull black ones.
"What did I tell you about getting captured so easily?"
The young man whispered this in an unintentionally husky manner, which triggered blood to flood into the maid servant's face. Oga remarked on this occurrence with a quizzical tone, "You're blushing(?)".
Hilda quickly turned her face to the side, obscuring her vision with her bangs. "So what", she muttered.
Time seemed to slow in that moment, as the young man allowed himself to take in the sight before him. Oga was a master of self-control (read: stubbornness) and was too proud to admit that he sometimes had the urge to *ahem* do a Furuichi and check women out. He had learned from a very young age (don't you know who his sister is?!) that ogling women was embarrassing and stupid. However...however. Hildegarde, blonde, beautiful, Hildegarde was trapped underneath him with her face flushed, her lips parted, and her breasts heaving...and he was only human. His traitorous eyes moved on their fucking own, damnit!
Oga swallowed thickly as he felt blood rush not to his face, but to another part of his anatomy. He glanced at her expression to make sure she didn't notice his predicament and was taken back by the sight of tears streaming down her cheeks.
The hands gripping her wrists quickly moved to pull her into his lap.
"H-Hilda?"
The young woman stiffened and hid her face once more, angrily trying to stifle the tears.
"Hilda."
"wimysoweak"
"Huh?"
"Why am I so weak? My life is my masters'. My sole purpose in life is to serve the prince and princess. But I-I'm having all these weird, embarrassing thoughts. And what the fuck are these tears. A demon maidservant does not cry. I'm so angry. What's wrong with me?"
'Hilda! Listen to me!'
The maidservant, who had been muttering to herself under her breath, was startled out of her downward spiral by the stern voice and tightened grip of the man before her.
"How many times do I have to tell you, idiot? You are a mother. You don't have to just serve. You're allowed to feel. You're allowed to love…"
As "love" lingered in the air between them, both teenagers became acutely aware of just how close they were. Eyes flicked to lips and throats and back to eyes. Breaths intermingled as heads leaned in...
"TATSUMI! DAD IS GONNA FUCK UP YOUR KIDS' TEE-oh."
Misaki had returned home from a business lunch and found Beel and Nico gorging themselves on sweets while her father drank beer and basked in the attention of his grandchildren. She was tired as fuck but her auntie instincts wanted to chew her brother out for blatant negligence. However, as she barged into the room (no, she will never learn), she was greeted by the following scene: HIlda was sitting on Oga's lap, face-to-face, as she clutched his shirt and he held her wrists to his chest. They seemed to be caught right in the middle of a makeout session. Ugh. Teenagers.
"Oh my god! Don't even THINK about it. There is NO room for a third child in this house. Keep it in your pants, Tatsumi!"
The young couple quickly untangled themselves and furiously began to deny that they were doing anything inappropriate.
Misaki rolled her eyes. She still didn't understand why they acted so chaste when OBVIOUSLY things had already happened (two kids by 18? Damn, Tatsumi). Wasn't it supposed to be love, marriage, THEN baby in the baby carriage? They were doing it all backwards! Regardless, as Misaki watched the pair awkwardly avoid eye contact and rush out the room, she couldn't help but smile. Eh, better late than never.