A/N: Like before, I do not own anything from Beelzebub but I own my OCs. And I want to reply to one of my reviewers, Devlin Dracul. Yes, Kitsune is similarly-looking to Ahri from League of Legends(Coincidentally, I have played that game), except that Kitsune is a little more child-like than Ahri in physical terms(Body-size). But anyway, thanks for your review!
Current Arc: The Fox Lady Delinquent
Chapter 4: Croquettes, Zebul Spells, and Pompadour
"Thanks, lady." Kitsune took the carefully-wrapped croquette thankfully and handed the smiling lady some money, who waved goodbye to her regular customer and turned to another customer. "Well, I'm glad to see my favorite customer here again today, Oga-kun!"
Kitsune nearly spat out a mouthful of potatoes and breadcrumbs when she heard the name 'Oga'. Whirling around, she spotted the male brunette with his silver-haired friend, and of course, that naked baby with green hair called Berubo or something. She turned back around and started to walk away until she heard Oga's voice calling her to come back for a while.
'Jesus, why did I even make friends with this nut-job of a delinquent. Well, he's not that bad, but still, why do I have to encounter him all the time...' Kitsune groaned inwardly as she walked over reluctantly to Oga and Furuichi, who were both sitting down at a bench, working on their croquettes. She gave a weak smile, while Oga waved friendly and Furuichi grinned foolishly. Berubo seemed to be distracted by his own croquette, immersed in the goodness of this new-found food item that Oga had purchased for him.
"Hey, you come here regularly? I heard from the lady you're one of her best customers," commented Oga, stuffing half of his croquette into his mouth, munching the scalding hot delicacy.
"Yeah, it's where I usually buy breakfast before school," Kitsune replied emotionlessly, swallowing before taking another small bite. "It's really good."
"You bet! Berubo seems to like it too, since I'm kind of his parent."
Kitsune almost choked for the second time this morning. "P-Parent?!"
Furuichi nodded. "He's currently taking care of Berubo, as his father, for the moment. He was found along the river." Berubo looked up from his croquette and "Da!"ed in agreement.
"Wait, I still don't get it-"
WOOOOOOOSSSSHHHH!
A sudden gust of wind nearly blew the trio off their seats as a large, winged beast landed before them, its feathers olive green and wings blue. A gold collar-like thing was embroidered around its neck and sporting a sharp, fine beak. On its back, however, stood a blonde-haired woman dressed in a frilly black dress and black boots. Her hair was tied in a plait, and her fringe covered half of her face, the other half exposing her dangerous green eye.
"Oh! Hilda-san!" Furuichi stood up immediately, his eyes sparkling brightly. On the other hand, Oga seemed rather bored as the lady called Hilda approached him.
"Don't get too excited. I came to deliver his milk. How can you forget something so important, as a parent of the Little Master?" Chided the blonde woman angrily, holding up a small, cloth bag that bulged considerably.
"And here comes another maniac coming to destroy my life..." Mumbled Kitsune as she squinted suspiciously at the blonde woman, then at the winged beast. "What the hell is that bird-thing anyway?" She scowled at Oga, who shrugged wordlessly and turned to Hilda,"Ain't my fault my memory's failing me. And I have a question..."
"What?" Her tone was curt.
"Please tell me what the hell this thing is," The brunette pointed to a small, red marking that looked like a peculiar pattern.
"Oho, a fine specimen of that indeed," She looked at the strange marking closely before smiling. "It's called the Zebul Spell, a symbol of your contract with the Little Master. It grows as you continue to beat the crap out of everyone."
Oga continued staring at it, while Kitsune and Furuichi shuffled over for a closer look.
"Yeah, you're right. Looks like some kind of demonic tattoo."
"I don''t want something as creepy as this!"
As the others argued back and forth, Hilda shook her head and continued feeding Berubo.
'Maybe I was wrong about entrusting the Little Master to him...'
"Himekawa-san, here's the picture of that lady you wanted."
He took the picture in his hands and examined it closely before breaking into a smirk. "Good job. Here's your pay. Now get out of here." He handed a thick wad of notes to the two teens, who took it excitedly.
"Alright! Time for an ice-cream splurge!"
Himekawa Tatsuya continued examine the picture. That dangerous aura, the same look, and those eyes.
"I'll make sure you're beaten once and for all..."
He let the paper be carried by the wind, and as it floated higher and higher, Himekawa's hand moved to throw a dart at it, pinning the picture onto the wall.
"... Kitsune Kurokage."