Author's note: Mina-chan, Gomen for the wait T.T Chapter 6 will be up in the next few days.

Please enjoy

-SBB

"This is a matter for the police Tatstumi," Oga's mother said at his left, as she placed the family dinner on the table, "we need to get this pervert locked away for good."

"They don't lock people up for taking photos." Mrs. Oga's eyes narrowed, and Oga's bowl was passed to him only half filled.

"If Taka-chi prefers, I can get an all-girl-security team together with two phone calls," Misaki said from Oga's right, her phone already open to dial, "24-7 protection until we can destroy this freak."

"An all-girl-security team would end up killing the idiot." Misaki slowly closed her phone, nodding begrudgingly – and besides, Oga thought, Furuichi didn't need anymore opportunities to hit on women.

"Creepichi is no longer permitted near the Young Master," Hilda growled as she placed Beel in his high-chair across the table, "and you must acquire one of these 'cameras' and take more pictures of the Master."

"Oh, what a wonderful idea - then I can finally show off my grandson! We should have a portrait done with the whole family."

"It'd be cheaper to just buy a new digital camera, mum – ooh, Hilda we can email pictures to your family in Macao!"

"The Great Demon Lord would be very pleased by pictures of the Young Master!"

"Dabu da - eeeh!" Beel interrupted, gesturing with his spoon. Oga nodded in agreement. The demon's surrogate mother, grandmother and aunt were far scarier than any stalker ever could be.

The meal continued in much the same manner as it began. The women of the house would argue their respective cases, and Oga would offer a short and sometimes illogical rebuttal. Finding themselves mostly ignored, Baby Beel and Oga's father began commentating the debate, and availing themselves of unattended seconds. As a result, only the two weakest members of the Oga household left the table feeling satisfied in any manner.

While Mrs. Oga took the dishes to the kitchen, and Misaki went to research private security, Hilda was left free to continue her argument; that until blood was spilt, her master – and by extension, Oga - was to stay far away from Furuichi. This idea left Oga feeling unusually conflicted. Most of his problems could be solved with violence. And if that didn't work, more violence usually did the trick. He certainly planned on being very violent when he found out who was taking the pictures. But he couldn't be sure when that would actually happen, and the idea of avoiding his best friend indefinitely had given rise to his new-found conflict.

On the one hand it would be in Beel's best interests. And ever since lunch, Oga had considered that some distance between himself and his suddenly sultry friend would be a good idea. Also, it would shut Hilda up. Three very solid arguments in favour of avoiding Furuichi.

On the other hand, he didn't want to avoid him.

As Oga brooded and Hilda growled, Misaki squealed. The very strange noise stopped all other sound in the room, as the family all looked to Misaki.

"He's so cute! Awww, look at his widdle face... Oh! And Hilda – so pretty! Mum, come and look at-" looking up from her laptop, it was then that Misaki became aware that the whole family was staring at her. Blushing, she pointed at the screen, "new pictures of Beel."

Now, all baby pictures are cute. But some pictures are so cute that the people looking at the momentarily forget that they were taken by an unknown voyeur. The sight of Baby Beel sharing his afternoon croquette with Hilda had Mrs. Oga tearing up. Hilda blushed as she saw herself cuddling her little lord in the park. Mr. Oga planned to print the image of Beel defeating a large bug to show off to his colleagues. Baby Beel posed on the table, preparing for his next close up. Oga noticed he still wasn't in any of the pictures.

Then he noticed that neither was Furuichi.

He turned to his sister, "hey, are these the only ones uploaded today?"

Misaki tore herself away from Beel's pictures long enough to confirm that they were.

Oga turned to Hilda gloatingly, "that settles it, there's no need to avoid Furuichi - this guy followed us, not him."

Without looking away from the screen, Hilda punched him in the shoulder, Misaki elbowed him in the gut, and Mrs. Oga smacked the back of his head. As Oga lay on the ground struggling to breathe, Hilda spoke.

"Most of the images on this website are of Creepichi, not the Master. Clearly, he is the one this person is interested in – perhaps perverts attract perverts... Without the object of his obsession around, the Master's cuteness was obviously the only thing worth photographing."

"Plus," Misaki added, "Takachin almost always walks home with you – this guy was probably just waiting somewhere for his chance."

"All the more reason to go to the police, Tatsumi – this person could be anywhere!" Mrs. Oga concluded.

As the three women looked down in united disapproval, Oga tried to come up with a reasonable excuse for why their reasonable suggestions were so unreasonable to him.

He didn't want the police involved because he wanted to destroy this pervert himself, but his mother would never allow it if she knew; and he didn't want private security around Furuichi for the same reason that he didn't want to be separated from him. But he knew if he explained to Hilda and Misaki that he was feeling... not jealous, maybe kinda almost - but not jealous - possessive, no... worried. Yes. Worried. He was worried about his friend. Furuichi was prone to kidnappings, and it was annoying having to cut into their video game time to go and get him. But Hilda and Misaki would definitely misunderstand if he tried explaining.

So he didn't.

That night while Beel slept, Oga lay awake, thinking about the feelings that if anyone were to ask, he absolutely wasn't feeling.

He knew he was annoyed, but he wasn't sure why. He was pissed that some freak was photographing Beel. He was worried that the same pervert was apparently obsessed with his best friend. He was very confused by the discovery of the new side of his aforementioned friend... but he wasn't sure why he was annoyed.

He opened up his phone. Squinting as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, he opened up the website - it was easier since he had saved it to his favourites list – and began browsing the images.

It didn't help. As Oga looked at them, he felt even more annoyed than before. He still thought they were amazing pictures, but looking at them irritated him.

Closing the website, he opened up his phone images and began scrolling through. There were lots of pictures of his fights – if he thought he was facing a good opponent, Oga would get Furuichi to take pictures of the fight to look at after – and plenty of pictures of defeated enemies, Oga and Beel posing by their bruised faces. There were even a few pictures just of Beel playing – Oga had no idea when or why he had taken those. Looking through the pictures, Oga wondered if one of his old opponents could be behind this. Nearly all the pictures on the website were taken when he had been nearby, yet he wasn't in a single one; that certainly suggested that the stalker was no friend of Oga's. And if this was some sort of revenge thing, the stalker had definitely picked the right two people to threaten, though he would hardly be the first person to try that approach.

Oga growled. It hadn't taken the local delinquents long to realise that taking Beel or Furuichi – or any of his boys technically, certainly he'd be just as worried, probably, about any of them, NOT just Furuichi, who admittedly was his best friend but not definitely not more than that – was a sure way to call him out for a fight. But somehow they had failed to understand that while taking those most important to him got them his full attention, it also meant getting a full arse kicking.

Trying to ignore the little voice that pointed out that Furuichi was obviously a weakness of his, Oga continued looking through his own pictures. Spread throughout all the albums were images of Oga and Furuichi together. Oga looked at these pictures, trying to match his friend's face to the online images, but he just couldn't see it anywhere; that enthralling softness that the Other Furuichi had. He had definitely seen it on the roof that afternoon, so he knew they were the same – he knew that, even though it still didn't make sense to him - but in all the pictures Oga had taken, they were just playing around, laughing or yelling. His friend was just his friend. While the other images had turned him on, these ones just made him laugh remembering the days they represented.

Going to the beach and the park, playing video games all night for Oga's birthday, or laser-tag for Furuichi's, or just hanging out with their new friends from Ishiyama, though there were far more of the two of them alone. Looking at the pictures of his best friend he felt happy, but he still felt that little worming thread of annoyance, that he couldn't explain.

He was looking at his New Years Eve pictures when he finally understood.

Oga and Furuichi had gone to the canal to watch the fireworks with the Saint group. Kunieda and the Red Tails had invited everyone, even some of their demon contacts. They had had picnic dinners, and semi-serious brawls while they waited for the sun to set and the fireworks show to start. Lamia had borrowed Oga's phone to take pictures of Hilda and Beel watching the show, so until now, Oga hadn't really noticed Furuichi in the background. Looking through the pictures from the night, Oga felt the annoyance drive away his earlier happy memories. He could see it clearly now, image after image of his friend looking up at the lights with that look on his face, like he was considering floating up into the sky with them.

Clenching his teeth, he put his phone away, and stared into the darkness too tense to sleep. He was jealous, he could admit that now, to himself at least. Jealous that this person had noticed what he hadn't, had seen that side of Oga's best friend, had realised how precious it was, before Oga had even noticed it was there.

Oga wasn't annoyed; he was furious, livid, frustrated, all with himself for not seeing it first.

Author's footnote: Dear Oga, if you want people to stop kidnapping your friends, how about you stop making friends with them mid-brawl? Go back to chapters, and kill Takamiya.

Sincerely, Furu-fan girls everywhere.

(When the SoloCo. assassin stabbed Taka-douche, I cheered. He sucks - SBB)