A/N: Okay guys. IMPORTANT NOTICE! I won't be uploading new chapters on weekends, so it will mean waiting for a while before the next chapter. But to make it up to you guys during that moment, I will upload an extra chapter on either Monday or Tuesday. So please bear with it, and thanks for your reviews guys! And I don't own Beelzebub, again.

Current Arc: Fox Lady Delinquent

Chapter 7: Money Can't Buy You Mercy

Himekawa staggered back, a shocked cry escaping his lips as Kitsune landed from the window ledge gracefully on two feet, her face the usually calm and blank expression she always had. A familiar male brunette followed after her, rubbing the back of his head before grumbling,"Next time, we're goin' by the front door."

"There won't be a next time. He's going down right now," Kitsune smirked, her thumb pointing to the direction Himekawa was, his sunglasses out of their proper place. The third-year could barely speak until he finally recovered from his shock, commanding for his hooded thugs to attack immediately.

"Get them!"

Kitsune's eyes darted around and she prepared her combat stance. "You take left, I take right. You're not hogging all the spotlight this time."

Oga chuckled and readied himself as well. "No problem."

There were about a dozen thugs attacking each of them, and from any person's point of view, it was impossible to fend off the crowd all by themselves. But of course, both Oga and Kitsune weren't exactly normal. The thugs were all dropping out of the fight like flies as their fists connected with the thugs' face or stomach, the impact sometimes so strong that the thugs would be thrown heavily into a wall, causing debris to fall onto their already-unconscious self. In no time however, both of them stood amidst the pile of unconscious bodies and fallen weapons, and were now approaching Himekawa slowly.

"How much?"

"Huh?" As always, their answers were in unison as they shared the same, confused look at Himekawa's calmly-said question.

"How much to make you guys my followers?" Replied Himekawa, his sunglasses gleaming with evilness. "I'll prepare whatever reward you guys want. Money, women, drugs, even power and respect, I'll have it ready for you if you are willing to become my follower."

Furuichi and Hilda's faces held equally shocked looks. This guy was probably insanely rich.

"Sorry, I'm not interested. And also, I don't even know who you are. I only know that I want you dead right now," Kitsune snarled, her calm and collected expression was replaced by one that was blazing with anger. Oga seemed to share the same thoughts, his fists were still clenched tightly and his face clouded with anger. Berubo remained silent, his tiny hands clutching onto fistfuls of Oga's brown hair.

Himekawa took a step forward, his smug smirk remained on his face. "Well, it's okay if you refuse. But what wil happen to these two hostages? Their only purpose was to draw both of you here. I have no more use for them."

"How can you say that?"

All four pairs of eyes turned to Oga, who had spoken. He was emitting a deadly aura, and the strange red mark on his hand was glowing.

"How can you say that they serve no more purpose? They aren't things that you throw once you decide that they are of no use. You will never know until you continue to treasure them."

A shocked look flashed across his face momentarily, but Himekawa broke into a crazed laughter, hands covering his face. "Use? Treasure? Who are you to lecture me about this? I am Himekawa Tatsuya, member of the TKKH and the richest person in this school, no, this stupid, stupid, NEIGHBORHOOD! I can easily remove you from the face of society right now!"

Kitsune chuckled dangerously. "Do you really think you're an asset to society? Do you really think that you can beat Oga-san? And finally, do you really think you are the richest in this neighborhood?"

Himekawa turned to her and squinted at her. "What do you mean?"

"An asset to society, would be someone like Oga-san, who removes filth like you. A perfect example of someone who can beat Oga-san would probably be me, since I beat him in almost every video game in history. And at last, there is someone much richer than you. That would be me, the heiress to my family's major Art and Design business, which my father, Kamui Kurokage, would hand it to me once I return back home," Explained Kitsune, a triumphant smirk on her face.

Furuichi's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "Yo-your father is the fa-famous artist K-Kamui Kurokage..?" He began stuttering like an idiot. Kitsune nodded and turned back to face a shocked Himekawa, who was trying to pick his jaw up from the floor (Don't try this at home, kids!~). Oga's anger however, hadn't diminished one bit.

"Can I kill him already?"

"Yeah, go ahead. I'm not in the mood to get rid of any useless trash today," Replied the crimson-eyed girl, walking away into the corner to help untie Hilda and Furuichi. Oga then approached the stunned third-year, who couldn't do anything but slump against a wall, watching blankly in shock as red, glowing marks crawled up Oga's arm like overgrown roots climbing up a stem. His whole body looked as if they were engulfed in the flames of anger, and nothing to extinguish them. Berubo became more excited than ever with each step his parent took towards Himekawa.

"Any last words?"

Himekawa looked up tiredly and shook his head, hands behind his back. "None at all. Just finish me..."

Kitsune watched silently, her hands untying the knots of Furuichi and Hilda's bounds until she caught something at the corner of her eye.

"Oga..."

The black-haired girl sprinted towards the two male teenagers. "Oga, stop!" Her hands stretched out in futile effort to help Oga, but Himekawa had already pulled out an electric rod from his back, and with a cry of madness, forced the button down, causing lightning sparks to be unleashed all around the room.

"PUNCHHH!"

A bright light filled the room, and a loud explosion followed. Kitsune could only shield her eyes and face as she stood frozen to the spot, the impact of the two attacks colliding so huge that she nearly got blown off her spot. It only cleared up after a short period of time, after which Kitsune removed her arms from her face immediately and ran forward blindly, the word "Oga!" leaving her lips continuously.

Just then, she caught sight of a bruised and wounded arm rising from a pile of debris and dust, with red marks crawling up it. She ran over to help Oga up, who grunted in pain as she hauled him to his feet. Berubo was still clinging onto Oga's shirt tightly; most likely because he hung on so tightly to him during the explosion.

"Urgh... I feel numb all over... What happened to me?" Asked Oga as he forced to steady himself. Kitsune held onto his arm and led him to where Furuichi and Hilda still were.

"Must be the aftermath of deflecting the electric shocks with your bare hands. Don't worry, I'll help you clean your wounds later. By the way, that tattoo has grown," She pointed out and continued loosening the knots.

"Oh yeah. Guess it'll go away soon, maybe."

The four teenagers continued their conversation, and as they did so, Himekawa lay on the floor, his body limp with pain and his consciousness fading slowly. Darkness swallowed him and his mind empty until Kitsune and Oga came into sight.

'Well, well. Looks like you two got lucky this time. But the next opponent won't be so tough...'