Oh boy, sorry for the delay, everyone. I've been very busy with work and other important matters, but here we are!

Btw, if you aren't caught up with Chainsawman, do so! It's getting crazy, and I'm already itching to write more stuff set in part 2 but either way we're ready to get into more misadventures with the weakest character in Dragonball being flung into the Chainsawman universe *laughs*


"Oh man, I hope I don't make an ass outta myself."

Denji stood nervously by the theater, trying to look as cool as possible…alone outside…at 5 AM with the sun barely peeking out. Some early workers and delivery drivers would pass by and eye the odd teen, as it was rare. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, engaging in an inner dialogue with his best friend to pass the time.

'Denji, why are we here so early again?'

'You can see what I see, right? I got a date with Miss Makima; I gotta make a good impression.'

'Didn't the control devil itself say this marathon started at around 9?'

'Yeah?'

'Well…you're dedicated, I'll admit that.' With a notable sigh, signifying recognition of defeat, the voice in his head continued.

'Although you've surprisingly managed to make headway, do not underestimate her, Denji. She is a sly devil with super tricky powers. She may have relented due to some strange circumstances, but do not think, for a second, that her reactions are a sign of genuine emotion yet.'

'Yeah…every time you talk like that, it bums me out, dude.'

'Well…I want to help your dreams become reality, so I must be blunt, even if it's tough. You're my partner, but you are particularly dense.'

'Love ya too, buddy.'

'Heh. Either way, we've gone over this. This is the control devil, one of the most dangerous beings to crawl out of hell. She even gave me one hell of a fight at my full power.'

'I know she's kinda strong, but is she really that heartless?'

'You're the only one that's managed to sway her a bit, but that's because you've bested her in combat, so she respects your capabilities to an extent.'

Denji sat by a nearby bench, lost in thought as the chainsaw devil continued.

'She has not reached her full power yet and has experienced your own set of skills, so she will want to bring you to her side at any cost, so bringing her walls down will not be easy.'

'Well…I ain't ever had anything easy…you know that we've been through shit, shittier and shittest'

'Agreed, but if I can say one last thing, remember her hands are probably stained in the blood of thousands by now…if that's fine with you, I will support you no matter what.'

'Hmmm…it is kinda fucked up. Still, if we can get her to ease up, we can do good instead.'

'Flawless logic, Denji'

'Heh! Sometimes I scare myself.'

The two chatted away as the sun rose and movement became apparent around the district. The stores opened for business, and the once-sleeping city came to life as a crowd was already forming before the cinema, which caught his attention.

"Oh geez, I guess it's show time…talk to ya later, buddy." Getting up and dismissing his partner off into the recesses of his consciousness, Denji began to look around for signs of his date.

'Geez, I hope she shows up…she wouldn't stand me up, right?'

Just as his thoughts zipped by, He spotted a figure walking in the distance with flowing red hair and a calm demeanor that gave it all away. Makima walked up to him and smiled as he marveled at her outfit. She dressed surprisingly modestly in a cute sweater covering a dark dress that flowed wonderfully off her hips. Her curves were not accentuated, but she still beamed with charm. Denji was smitten with this new casual mode.

"Did you wait long?" She leaned in as she asked, closing in the distance between them.

"Oh! I got up super early, but it's fine; I was too pumped…you look super cute."

"Hehe thank you, Denji…Well, I wouldn't want to keep you any longer. So, shall we?"

"R-right!" Denji nodded and gave her a thumbs up.

Replying with a smile, she motioned for him to accompany her as she paid for the tickets and went inside.

"Y'know…I was saving up to take you out…you didn't have to pay" Denji nervously added as he stood behind her, feeling like a chump.

"Hush Denji, this place was my idea, so it's only fair, dear." She turned and handed him his tickets before placing her delicate fingers on his chest.

"Though I might feel like eating something sweet after…your treat?" She let her finger teasingly slide down his chest as she

"Uh…s-sure!"

"Then it's settled. So come on." She settled the matter as they were directed to the theater for the first few movies.

Sitting in the middle of the place, Denji looked around and saw that only a few people were signing up for this marathon. The place was almost empty except for a few couples and some random people here and there.

"Doesn't seem to be many people coming to these things." He turned to her as he handed her a bucket of popcorn he insisted on purchasing.

"Well, this kind of programming isn't for most people. Most of these are from independent studios, and like I said, it's from morning to midnight." She took a few kernels before settling into her seat with her hands neatly sitting on each side of her seat. Denji was worried if he could keep it cool for the entirety of the date as just their forearms touching sent him into a poetic stupor. The warmth she radiated, how the rumble of the sound system caused them to brush against each other slightly, everything was perfect down to the last-minute detail.

As the movie progressed, she occasionally looked at him with a smile or asked if he was enjoying himself. Denji struggled to answer at first but relaxed as time passed, and he grew more comfortable talking in between movies. One thing was a problem, though; most were super boring. He did everything in his effort not to look bored, but once he saw her perpetual face of disinterest in the flicks, he gathered the courage to comment as they took a break to eat something.

"Say, Miss, don't get me wrong, but…"

"The movies aren't doing it for you either, aren't they?"

"I mean, I really wanna get into them, but…it's so…"

"There's no need to hold back, dear. I didn't like them either. Too contrived and the story was lost to the many tangents they kept taking…the entire trilogy was full of these errors."

"I don't know what happened between the two main characters."

"I wondered the same, Denji," She replied, turning to him with a satisfied smile.

"They started so simple, two co-workers sharing similar goals, though they were so different, their partnership showed some real gems of…connection."

"Then he just kinda snapped, and they talked it out, but it never went anywhere."

"Agreed, I kinda wished she tried a little harder to get to him."

"But, he just was kinda all work and ambition. It's cool to have a dream, but…it ended with him being alone."

After he ended his surprisingly insightful analysis, she looked at her food and took a few simple bites in contemplative silence. She didn't expect their time for the day to be so introspective, his comments catching her off guard as she had already formed a very in-depth profile of him. Wet behind the ears, utterly ignorant to the more complex inner workings of society, street smart, and carrying plenty of heavy baggage, he was a perfect blank slate for her to enact her straightforward plan, and then it all came crashing down. They were eating together, and she struggled to figure out how to move forward. Her grip on his leash had loosened, and he often led her around instead. Was it his display of strength or his incessant prying into her thoughts?... She wondered about these things and circled back to his comment.

She was not new to setting up dates with potential pups, but it was all to further sink her fangs into them; just another day at work, ensuring everything served her superiors' purpose. Today, she woke up and looked at herself for longer. She took exceptional care in selecting her outfit and even experienced a certain level of anxiety or maybe…excitement? It was certainly something new. Either Way, it…didn't feel like work…it felt like a not-so-empty promise of a good time.

"I'm having fun... Thank you." She finally broke the silence, looking into her swirling glass of tea as she moved the straw around.

"Me too, Miss. I'm super glad to be able to go on a date with you."

Maybe his constant prying into her heart made her smile, but she felt like old machinery was creaking back into place as her lips curved.

Getting up, she threw the scraps away as she turned back to him, exercising her newfound smile. "We should get going, Denji. Plenty of movies left."

"R-right!" Quickly discarding his trash, he hurried after her as the pair walked back just in time to catch the next series of movies.

The next trilogy was more a Zombie apocalypse type of flick, much to Denji's excitement. He especially loved the gorier kills on the zombies and how cool the main character looked. He would occasionally look over to Makima to see if she enjoyed it as much, and she would sometimes smile at him but still keep her focus on the movie. He noticed she focused more on how the characters interacted than the incredible violence, so he decided to pry further.

"Do you like…um, like fighting and action?"

"I think it's fine and entertaining when well choreographed, but I care more for character drama."

"Oh okay…The team's pretty badass." He looked curiously at her, seeking a reaction, and was relieved to see her smiling now.

"I especially like how they interact with each other. In the span of 3 movies, they seem like a genuine family."

"Yeah, a family of badasses!"

"That too." With an uncharacteristic chuckle, she watched as a more relaxed Denji continued to enjoy the mindless violence.

Walking out of that specific set of movies, they decided to head for the counter again for that ice cream. Taking out his wallet, the nervous blond ensured he had all the money he asked Aki to give him since he couldn't manage his pay for the work. Not noticing the approaching Devil, he jumped when she stood beside him to pick out her flavor.

Denji thanked the Zenos above that he'd get this gift of grace today. Their shoulders rubbed together as she leaned against the counter to talk to the employee, and he caught a whiff of her delicate aroma. So girly yet sophisticated, it was like a majestic, soft cloud floated by him.

"Denji?" She stared at him quizzically as the tired worker gazed at the blonde.

"Huh? What? Sorry!" He was startled out of his dream-like state as he jumped up and laughed nervously.

"What flavor do you want…sir?" The annoyed employee added as they held the cup up to the machine.

"S-sorry, Chocolate and with lots of sprinkles"

"Right away…"

Makima chuckled as she looked over at him and leaned against him. "You were pretty distracted, I see."

"Uh..y-yeah, my bad."

"It's fine," She replied as she leaned in and licked the whipped cream peak off her treat.

Denji gulped and watched on as she leisurely enjoyed her ice cream. Whatever she was doing had to be illegal, or maybe he was too stimulated to view her delicate actions as anything more than 'hot as hell.'

After picking up his serving, they thanked the worker and left for a nearby table. Makima smiled as she caught him 'sneaking' some glances at her as she enjoyed her cup. Coming up with a devilish idea, she took special care to slowly and tentatively lick away at the mountains of cream as he grew increasingly disheveled at her actions. She couldn't deny she also enjoyed toying with him.

Strength-wise, he seemed like an insurmountable mountain, but he was still a young man riddled with desire and unmet needs. Her charms were often her most significant offense, and it worked to perfection, so it could be a better tactic to get him more compliant. In her newfound perspective of dominance, she saw it'd be okay to enjoy their date and further her teeth into him through other means.

"Say, Denji, is your ice cream as good as this one?" She wiped her lips with her fingers and eyed him.

"Oh, uh…it's pretty great, I guess, super sweet."

"Hmm, I wonder how sweet…" She leaned in and rested her head on the palm of her hand, giving him those classic 'poor me' eyes.

"... You want some, Miss?"

"I'd love some."

"Alright! Sure, I can do that." Denji took his spoon and presented it to her to take it but got a pleasant surprise instead.

"Ahhh." She opened her mouth and slithered her tongue like a red carpet as she leaned in.

Understanding the assignment, he braced himself and fed her some of his ice cream. He felt chained to her as she brushed her long bangs away from her lips and sealed her lips around the spoon, humming in delight as she pulled back, cleaning the dripping dessert from her chin as she eyed him more; every movement and every action perfectly crafted to break him.

"Mmm, it is pretty sweet…" She sat up straight and smiled as his hand wobbled back into his cup, and he resumed eating hurriedly.

"Geez…" He said softly to himself as the images of her lips circling and closing on that spoon kept playing in his mind. What an absolute vixen.

He closed his eyes as he remembered his earlier conversation with Pochita and steeled himself. He was armed with the knowledge of her nature and how good she was at eating away at your resistance. Her walls weren't down yet, and he needed to keep striving. Just ending up as another dog of hers was not his goal.

"Hey, so when's the next movie?"

"Hmm? Starts in about 5 minutes…" She raised an eyebrow at his sudden composure, expecting him to be like melted butter by now.

"You uhm…expecting anything for this one?"

"Well…supposedly, it's a good drama. Certainly well-rated, but pretty long."

Denji looked outside to see it was already well into the night; most patrons had left, and it seemed they were the only customers left in the cinema.

"Looks like it's just us, Miss."

"Until Midnight, dear…is that alright?" She asked as she tilted her head

"Of course, Miss! It's kinda like we have the whole place to ourselves."

"I suppose." She smiled before catching herself, noticing how she was beginning to settle into his carefree attitude.

After finishing their treats, the pair continued to the cinema for the last movie of the night. Makima's eyes were glued to the screen, as Denji could very well observe. It was a pretty sappy movie, and he was growing bored through most of it, but this was the most engaged he'd seen her. She wasn't kidding when she said she likes dramatic movies, huh?

He could gauge the general plot of the movie, though. Two estranged lovers divided by the constraints of their upbringing. One a wealthy businessman, the other a timid, rather humble girl from the country. The girl seemed nice, not very smart, but quick on her feet and with an honest heart. The man was swept up in his crazy lifestyle and was incredibly rigid, so their fated meeting was something that screwed up his entire week because of how fixated he was on her. Eventually, they met up in a house in the countryside that belonged to her parents, and that's where they are right now.

Denji responded poorly to these sappy moments but found himself paying more attention than usual. He went backward in life, trying to remember hugs or any real show of affection, and began to appreciate the people he trained with, the family he's been able to form now, and most of all, the devil within.

'Love ya, buddy,' he internalized as he patted his chest.

'...sniff'

Denji smiled. Before meeting these people, he knew nothing of love, and his gratitude swelled. As he thought about this, he noticed his vision blurring and a moistness moving down his cheek. He was tearing up, guessing that's what Miss Makima meant when she said life-changing. He now understood that movies can also be impactful without violence or carnage, which he still found to be the medium's zenith, but he knew now there was more to it than mindless fighting and special effects.

Turning to the devil beside him, he saw a familiar sight. She was tearing up just like him; seeing a woman as composed as Makima cry was strange, but she was right along with him. He turned back towards the screen and took a deep breath. He wondered what thoughts could be running through her head as she cried. He knew it had to be powerful. The control devil doesn't just cry.

Turning his eyes towards her, he saw the tears weren't stopping, and she remained glued to the screen. He felt he had to say something, anything…but didn't know what. He remembered his initial goal and went over his game plan. After some minutes of careful consideration, he concluded that it was now or never.

Taking a deep breath, he sneaked his hand over the armrest and towards her lap, where her hands rested. He psyched himself up and dove right in, touching hers.

"..." She turned to him. Those piercing amber eyes felt like they could bore a hole into the side of his head, but he refused to look her in the eye.

Makima looked down at the weight placed upon her hand and noticed a droplet fall upon his hand. She didn't even see her tears; All she could focus on was the warmth of his hand and the feel of it against hers. It was strangely overwhelming to her senses. She contemplated her choices but ultimately figured there was no harm in embracing this pleasant feeling. Turning her hand around, she interlocked their fingers and smiled as he tensed up. Holding hands can be excellent, too, she supposed. Also, Denji shouldn't be the only one to get treats now and then.

Feeling her hand's embrace, he sighed in relief and looked at the movie's closing scene.

"I think I get what you mentioned earlier…" He contemplated, looking on at the screen with a dreamy stare.

"What's that?"

"I think my life's changed during this one."

"You don't say?..." Makima smiled in response as she ran her thumb along the side of his palm.

"...Thanks for being' okay with…this…" he gave her a gentle squeeze and turned to her with a smile.

"Hmm, I wonder about your sudden assertiveness, but…it's nice."

"I've been saying it, and I'm still not gonna hold back."

"I see." Turning back to him, she smiled and decided it was time to leave as she caught the scent of annoyance the employees were giving off.

"That's the last one, Denji. We've officially spent an entire day watching movies."

"Crazy to think about! Even the shitty ones were nice when I got to talk to you about it, Miss."

"Oh, just Makima's fine. We're not at the office, you know." She smiled as she reached and pulled him by the hand.

"Come on, let's go before the workers accost us."

"Oh! sure, Makima." Denji nodded and followed as they left the theater hand-in-hand. They exited the theater and looked around the empty streets.

"Guess this is goodnight, dear." She removed her cardigan and sighed in relief as the cool night air brushed over her.

"Yeah…before we say goodbye, mind if I…uh, walk you home?" Denji nervously scratched the back of his head. She smiled and tugged on his hand.

"Good job, Denji. Never let your date walk home alone."

"Yeah, I guess that'd be shitty; Gotta keep this defenseless hottie safe!"

Makima was pretty surprised at herself. She chuckled at his somewhat crude comment. She usually hated these kinds of boorish things, but Denji's simple attitude was beginning to grow on her. He certainly was quite the curious case.

"I wonder if I'd be the one in danger in these streets," She jokingly wondered as she walked closer to him, occasionally bumping shoulders, to his delight.

"Oh, I'm doin' this to save the perverts and thugs," He retorted in his jest as they continued.

"How thoughtful."


The Hayakawa household was currently in disarray. Aki was on his knees while Power whimpered, clutching his shirt.

"W-who are you!" He shouted at two silhouettes floating just outside the balcony. The sight was off-putting enough, even with his exposure to freaky devil powers. They suddenly appeared from a translucent and incredibly bright orb out of nowhere as he was having his night smoke and made demands.

"Rude of you to not welcome us into your abode." One of the figures commented as it floated and gracefully landed inside, just behind their table.

"You must be quite startled. Apologies"

"Right…Listen up, mortals; we've got but one order of business on this earth; where's the brat?" The first figure crossed its arms with its cat-like eyes burning holes into Aki's face.

"Are you devils? Who are you even talking about?" Feeling the tense pressure of the situation, he eyed his nail sword and contemplated retaliating as the fiend was rendered useless, a rare and worrying sight.

"Devils? Hah! You don't even welcome us in, and you insult me, a Destroyer, like that?" Pointing a finger at the frightened man, a glowing ball of purple energy started to form just in front of it. The mass engulfed the room in purple light, and Aki felt a familiar pressure at the pit of his stomach, much like when Denji was doing his strange ritual on the roof.

"Lord Beerus, I must remind you they are not aware." The taller figure leaned into the aggressive one's massive ear, and Aki breathed out as it relented and smirked.

"Just a joke, Whis, lighten up; I'm being extremely considerate since they're his friends, you know?" Turning back to them, the figure now known as Beerus cocked another prideful smile and folded its arms behind it.

"We are not devils, kid. We are beings far beyond those things and your comprehension. We are here for a conversation, so make any move towards that sword, and you'll make me have to make up an excuse for why Denji's friend no longer exists." Staring down at the senior hunter with sharpened eyes, he ensured the brat understood his words' gravity.

"What he means to say is that we mean no harm." The taller figure spoke softer to ease the tension as it tapped twice on the floor, and a luxurious cushion appeared right as the purple one sat down at the table.

"Pleased to meet your acquaintance. My name is Whis, and this is Lord Beerus."

"H-Hayakawa Aki."

"..."

"What's with the girl?" The self-proclaimed destroyer pointed at Power, who was still cowering behind Aki.

"U-um, I…don't know."

"It seems she is terrified, poor thing…oh!" the taller one exclaimed at the end after examining the fiend.

"Hmm? What is it, Whis?"

"She's one of those devils, I see."

"Oooh makes sense. Tell her to calm down, kid, it's annoying."

She pointed at Beerus from behind Aki and exclaimed, "W-what are you horrid beings? Have you come to t-torment us?"

"Power, what the hell is wrong with you!?" Aki shook her as she was steadfast in questioning the two invaders.

"Well, I'll dignify you with an answer since you at least have the sense to cower before me. The name's Beerus; as he said, I am a god of destruction, and Whis here is an angel."

Dismissing the flashbacks to the angel devil and how this Whis looked nothing like it, Aki sat down to try and steady his nerves and dragged power to sit beside him.

"Behave for our sake, Power…" Turning back to the two, he continued, "A God? Destruction?"

"Yes, earthling, we are divine beings, and your cute little pet here merely reacts as expected before our presence…They cannot stand us, and… we find them a nuisance at worst." Explained the deity as he grinned at Power, who held onto Aki still.

"Alright… I'll buy it, but why are you here?…for Denji?" Aki cautiously questioned as Power growled at the prospect.

"Precisely, see, we have business with him…the nature of which doesn't concern you. Where is he?" Straight to the point, the god's presence became heavy on the room as Aki gulped and prayed to whatever other god was listening to drag Denji back by the heels.

"S-see, he should be coming back soon…he's busy, but he should be on his way back as we speak."

"Well, you're gonna have to make us something delicious if you expect us to wait any significant amount of time here…"

"...huh?"


Denji sneezed as they reached the front door to her apartment. Makima took out her keys and looked back at him as the door unlocked.

"Thanks for today, Denji, it was fun." She turned to him as the pitter-patter of her faithful pups immediately stormed to the door before stopping at the sight of her.

"Whoa, cool! So many dogs! And don't mention it…I had a rad time, too." Noticing the dogs, he waved at them before Makima turned towards the entrance to her apartment. She was silent, and he couldn't see if she was mouthing something or making a face, but the dogs quickly ran off to the several corners of her lofty apartment, visibly shaken.

"Yes, they're pretty cute and …obedient, but never mind them for now."

"Guess this is where I say goodbye." Denji awkwardly put his hands down his pockets and gave her a bittersweet smile.

"Yes, you should head back now…" She leaned in, gave him a peck on the cheek, and smiled as she felt his skin grow hot and red.

"Oh my." She reacted as she felt a pair of arms enveloping her waist. It was undoubtedly something, seeing just how daring he was as of late…but she could overlook that; the night did seem chilly anyway.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled back and gazed right into his brown eyes with the ever-present smile on her lips.

"Is hugging our thing now?" She raised an eyebrow as he smiled nervously.

"I'd love it if it was…?" He replied unsurely, hoping she'd accept the unofficial proposal.

"Hmmm… I'll allow it because it's chilly tonight." She smiled, much to his relief, and embraced him in return.

The devil herself needed to process this frustrating contradiction in herself. Ever since their battle after he miraculously transported them to America, her entire view of him shifted. She would curse herself for allowing too much of his influence to affect her, and even now, she failed to restrain her desire to be held. She knew he was strong and had tried to devise ways to work around that, considering he was still a young man driven by hormones and desires.

Through some sort of twisted game within herself, she became susceptible to him when she discovered his unique scent. She would always pride herself on being the dominant force with all her hounds, but as her body began to warm up in his arms, she understood that the day before and even more so now, she was simply a woman being held by a strong man.

This also brought up another problem…

"Denji…" The devil almost whispered as she pulled back and touched his chest.

"Did I do something weird?" Denji didn't want to ruin the mood, so he searched her features to ensure she wasn't visibly uncomfortable, and well…she looked uncomfortable, but not in the way he expected.

"No…" She began before throwing away any sobering sense she might have left and leaned in to plant her lips on his firmly.

To say that this took Denji aback was a wild understatement, as he almost yelped at the sudden move. Was this a dream? How was this possible? Are they kissing? Was he kissing Makima? Ooh shiiiiiiiit

His mind was ablaze as he wrapped his arms around her tighter and pursed his lips in an attempt to return her advances. However, he felt a vacant spot where his pursed lips lay.

"M-Makima?"

His brain emptied itself of further words as he looked at her form. She looked at him with eyes he could only compare to her gaze back at the library, between the bookcases. A sense of yearning was behind her eyes. Her stare was sharp yet so inviting he could feel himself fall towards her as she walked back.

That was incredibly unexpected. And to put the cherry on top, even her body moved without her orders as she failed to hold back the urge to taste his lips. She might've let herself go too far into her new desires. All she could think of was devouring the man before her, which was undoubtedly concerning.

A curious instinct overcame her that she could only describe as heat itself, and her hands extended to grab his shirt and pull him against her, slamming both of their bodies against the wall next to her front door. Her back was against it as Denji placed his hands on either side of her head to support himself. She felt the same heat radiate from his arms beside her head and breathed as if she had run a mile. That kiss was a spark that set something hazardous ablaze in her head.

Denji was in 'all hell just broke loose' mode as he stared dumbfounded into his date's eyes. The rings around her eyes seemed to spin, and he could swear her breath was getting heavier by the second. She looked disheveled and in need of something.

"Makima, I-" He stopped as she licked his lips and looked up at him, biting her lower hip.

"No time for conversation…" Why should she stop herself now? Why can't she just diverge from everything and enjoy herself? Overindulgence might be a sin, but she's a devil either way.

" Right…" Steeling himself, he breathed in and curved his pointer finger below her chin. As he lifted her head, she opened her mouth again and welcomed him between her lips.

This was amazing, spectacular, everything he'd ever hoped for. Her lips were so soft and warm, her saliva tasted like honey, and her gentle hums and sighs were like music to his ears. Kissing Makima was an experience he had trouble describing, partly because of the constant alarms and screaming in his head. He felt her embrace him as he moved closer, and the sound of wet flesh on wet flesh began to fill the hallway.

He did his best to put his best moves into that kiss. Makima was the first to teach him about intimacy; he couldn't afford to look like an idiot on their first kiss. His arm left her chin and slid along her jawline to the back of her head. She ran her delicate fingers along his forearm and gripped his arm as her other hand grabbed at his waist, pulling him closer and closer. He thanked everything divine as he poked at her teeth with his tongue, soliciting her slimy appendage to slither out and meet it. So it happened as their kiss became wilder, with the entangled tongues now being the show's stars.

He couldn't help but think how different this was from his past experiences. She was mainly reactive, but when she moved on the offensive, it dictated the entire flow of their exchange. Her lips were masterfully playful, her tongue expertly nimble. She knew what she was doing at all times and responded to his own moves in ways that opened up new worlds of pleasure in his head. He cherished every kiss he shared even as his new era of popularity ensued, but this was something special. A line was drawn between their minds through their mouths, and he could swear everything else around them dissipated into nothingness.

Then, a jolt overtook his head as her teeth closed down on his lower lip. She pulled back with his flesh in her mouth with a sultry look that made him freeze up again. She let go of his bouncy lip with a breath of satisfaction as she caressed his cheek.

"You're better than expected. You never seem to stop impressing me, you devil." She smiled as she broke the trail of saliva between them with a lick of her lips.

"I…tried my best." Denji couldn't mask his breathing as he was seriously turned on at the mere sight of her.

"Every sensible voice still left in me is screaming for me to stop, but do you want to come in-" She stopped as he gasped and turned in the direction of Aki's apartment, lighting fast.

"Den-"

"Something's not right"

"What are you-"

"Miss, I'm so sorry and hate myself for this, but…I gotta scram…now." The heaviness in his voice let her know something was off, but even more so, his reaction. Denji was never one to take things with much seriousness, even when she unleashed hell on him, but now he looks scared.

"Could you tell me just what is happening?" She grabbed his head and turned it towards her.

"Something terrible is coming, something super dangerous," He explained as he removed her hands and turned back to ensure it was coming from their apartment.

"Dangerous how, Denji?" Now, she was getting distressed as his voice's panic grew.

"He's here… I ain't mistaking that presence…Something way worse than devils."

"What? Explain."

"Remember when I talked to you about my training back at the office?"

"Yes?"

"Long story short, I'm pretty sure one of my teachers's here, the dangerous one, and I can feel his presence in about the direction Aki's house is."

"One of your…ahh!" Makima held her head as a powerful headache overtook her.

Denji was now really worried. He felt him powering up to erase something, but he didn't think even she could feel it over here. Thinking quickly, he guided her towards the entrance and held her head up.

"Makima, listen to me…I'm going now, just stay here, and I'll take care of it."

As the fierce force punishing her head subsided, she looked up at Denji with a fear she'd never felt before. "Denji, what was that?"

"Someone real dangerous if I don't handle it."

"...Do what you must." She patted his chest in reassurance as he nodded and flew off like a jet towards the Hayakawa residence.

Makima stared on as her worries grew. She needed to question him again and find out what was happening thoroughly. She never felt such a sense of dread so deep within her. It was like a fear older than humanity itself ignited within her. Suddenly, the king of fear seemed to take on a new form, and she was unprepared to handle another recent catastrophe.

"Goodness…" She blew a warm breath as she walked in and decided to use her little army of vermin to gather information.

'YUM! Very nice human, I must say Denji's been eating well."

"It eases me a bit to know he's not living as ghastly as he used to tell us, my lord."

The two intruders were enjoying a bowl of noodles Aki prepared as quickly as possible, and the fiend was back in the kitchen holding on to him for dear life.

"Top-knot, what do these monsters want with Denji?"

"I…have no idea, but I hope he gets here quickly. It looked like that cat god was preparing to blow us all to smithereens."

"I feel it deep within my gut. T'is a most precarious situation."

As the two conversed in what they believed was the privacy of their kitchen, Beerus just chuckled to himself, catching every exchange with his powerful ears.

"What a pathetically amusing set."

"My lord, they're his friends. Let us try to be at least civil."

"Either way…" Beerus put his bowl down and breathed out audibly in satisfaction. "He's already on his way and fast…see? My little show of power was actually a brilliant call for him."

"I see." Unimpressed, the angel finished his meal and stood up, towering over the rest with staff in hand.

With a loud gust of wind roaring through the slightly open door to Aki's balcony was Denji breathing heavily and floating on solid ground before storming in.

"What're you guys doing at my place?!" a panicky Denji held his head in place, feeling like it would explode at any moment.

"Hmm, I was under the impression you're merely a guest here, brat," Beerus replied relatively calmly as he wiped his mouth clean and stood in front of the angel.

"Been a while, you punk."

"Yeah…I guess M-Mr. Beerus"

"We're here to discuss certain important matters, but first…" Turning to the two dumbfounded individuals behind them, Whis began to scan them and speak.

"Are they trustworthy?"

"Oh, totally…I dunno about Power, but Aki is like a safe when it comes to secret stuff."

"Maybe I should destroy the girl then." Pointing a finger back at Power, Beerus grinned as Denji ran between them, holding his hands up.

"She's cool, she's cool! R-right Powy?"

"Y-Yes! I am capable of silence so impressive you will be most pleased."

"Heh! Is that so?" Lowering his hand, the god chuckled and sat back on his plush pillow.

"Sit around the table, children. You might benefit from this."

As they all sat down, Power quickly switched from a scoffing Aki to an already familiar Denji, with his arm perfectly fitting her form as she nuzzled against his shoulder.

"So, Sir, what's going on that you guys came all the way here? Only been like a month."

"To be quick to the point, kid, the grand priest contacted us regarding an unusual gathering of dark energy in the lower regions of your universe," Beerus stated as he crossed his arms.

"Precisely. You might call it hell." As Whis explained this tidbit, Power seemed to slink back deeper into Denji's torso.

Noticing this, He gently brushed her hair as he paid close attention.

"As such, we believe the crowning of its new lord may be upon you mortals, so Denji, we need you to step up your training."

"You've been keeping up your ki training, correct?"

"Yeah! I can cover myself with it, but only for a few seconds 'fore I'm beat…"

"Figures, you were already pretty used to the two buffoons by the time I got a hold of you," The god responded with a grin.

"Guess the saiyans did do a good job after all" The tall angel added, this time with a pleased smile.

"At your pace, a couple of hundred years, you'll be a bonafide destroyer."

"Destroyer?" Interjected the fiend

"A couple WHAT?" Now Aki took his turn.

"Uh…crap, guess I gotta come clean…listen, guys, to make it quick, I'm in line to become like…him, but I gotta prove myself and get stronger and stronger."

"What do you mean like him?" Aki now turned towards Denji with a quizzical look.

"He means a Destroyer human, or in more simple terms, a god…of this universe anyways."

"This universe?" Aki reacted, turning towards the god.

The Angel tapped the ground once with his staff and cleared his throat.

"Right, Denji here is a candidate to become a god of destruction, an integral part of the balance of life within a universe…without getting too into specifics…there is a creator and a destroyer, both must work in tandem to ensure life does not outgrow need and death does not outgrow life."

"He was hand-picked due to his unusual powers, attained by his merging with a devil. There's a handful of these little hybrids out there, but this one has the innate capacity to destroy anything, and I don't mean it in the barbaric sense…I mean absolute erasure… all traces of whatever its objective may be, gone from existence itself."

"This…is a lot to take in." Aki rubbed his temples as Power just stared at Denji in wonder.

"Most wondrous! I can remain your buddy, right? I desire a front-row seat to the absolution of these pathetic life forms." She excitedly shook his arm as he laughed nervously at the divines across from him.

"I don't think that's likely, but let's get back to the matter at hand…" The tall blue man turned his attention back to Denji.

"Show us your progress then."

"Huh? H-here?"

"Hurry it up, kid, before I blow this place to high heavens out of boredom."

"O-Oh! Uhm…right away, sir." Extending his arm, Denji concentrated the energy bubbling up from his core towards his forearm as beads of sweat ran down his forehead. Suddenly, white flames began to build up alongside sparks of lightning.

'Agh, this isn't it.' He concentrated on the energy enveloping his arm as it began to morph and change its behavior. The flames started turning into formless bright blobs, and sparkles emanated from his skin.

"Ah, there it is…a bit underwhelming but nicely done. Now hold it for exactly one minute." The god closed in on his arm and observed the behavior of the mass of energy forming around it.

"Ugh…Y-yes, sir." Denji was beginning to feel a sharp pain in his head and body as the amount of concentrated force on his arm was still a heavy load to bear, but he had to at least try and show out to his master.

"Ughhh," Power grabbed her head as a slight headache started to manifest.

"...What?" Aki remained stupefied as he stared right into the mass of energy, feeling a little dizzy but not as much as the last time Denji started doing his strange training. He looked back at his roommate as he struggled to hold it together.

"What is that?" The senior now was too curious to stay quiet as he directed his attention at the angel, which seemed the more civilized of the two.

"This, mortal, is what we call god ki, a concentration of divine energy much too powerful for mere humans to grasp, but with enough training and a certain amount of talent, someone like him can manifest it from within."

"I feel like…I'm going to barf." Denji held his mouth with one hand and had a sparkling glow in the other.

"You're still part devil. Makes sense that your body would reject it to some extent. I'm pretty amazed that you can harness it still." Beerus sat back with a satisfied look, and Whis tapped Denji's arm, completely dissipating the energy.

"Well done, Denji, you managed to control a small bit of the power of the gods in your hands."

"As you can tell, it's handy against devils and any mortal being for that matter…now I imagine you can start to feel that, right?" The god turned towards Denji with a more severe look.

"Yeah…I saw a flash of it a few days back while meditating, and it kinda shocked me; I didn't expect it to be so…"

"So intense, huh? Oh, but you better get used to it, buddy."

"Yeah, I guess…can't destroy much without it."

"Just don't touch anything whenever you finally manage to bust it out…remember that whatever it touches will be destroyed. I hope we didn't train a child who doesn't know the gravity of this, correct?"

"Y-yes, sir!" Denji gulped and began to sweat even more as the god stood up and folded his arms behind him in his usual poise.

"Well, it's time I take my leave."

"Good to see you again, Denji, and your little friends too; we'll be off." With a courteous bow, the taller one dismissed the duo as they were gone in a flash and a tap of the mysterious staff.

"Whew," Denji breathed in relief as the other two companions raced towards him, shouting questions and expletives.

"Denji, what the hell is going on? What is this about you being some god?"

"Does this mean you will become the most powerful in this wretched rock? What a mighty sidekick I've found myself. Bahahahahaha!"

"And what was that thing on your arm? I felt weak just being around it."

"Explain yourself! Why have you kept this from me?"

Denji rubbed his head and groaned. "Ughh, listen, guys, I'll fill you in later, okay? I'm tired, and I just want to sleep."

Soon after brushing them off, Denji got up, got his sleeping clothes, and walked into the bathroom. Aki went for another smoke to calm his nerves and Power pet Meowy while carefully studying Denji's moves.

She was thoroughly impressed by his showing and felt a familiar itch grow within her as she basked in the afterthoughts of being wrapped around his arm again, something she missed dearly since being taken away thanks to her captor, Makima. She played with Meowy as Aki dragged himself to the bedroom and closed the door behind him. Taking this as her chance, she walked towards the door, feeling frustration oozing from within the bath.

Knock knock.

"Uh…Busy!" a voice answered from behind the wooden barrier, nervous and almost desperate. Power smiled once she understood what was likely happening in that bathroom and leaned into the door…

Denji Sat on the stool, still dripping wet and with leftover soap, reminiscing tonight's events before the godly interruption. Makima's lips were nice…

Denji was frustrated and full of pent-up…energy, so he just rubbed one out mid-bath. Ignoring the knock on the bathroom door, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the memories of that night, the looks he received, the warmth of her hands, the moistness of her lips, and the playfulness of her tongue.

"Makima…" he sighed as he pumped himself, only to be startled by the sudden voice of Power just beyond the door.

"Do you need assistance?"

"W-what? What are you talking about?"

"Must I spell it out for you? Dummy! I'm not so daft as to not know what's happening in there. You reek of sexual frustration."

Oh no, she can tell? Denji panicked and shot up. He figured if she knew that much, there was no use in keeping any sort of secrecy, especially given all they shared up until now.

"Yeah, what if I am? Can I just get a little alone time?"

"You don't desire my assistance? I'm here to offer something to you…" the voice of the fiend continued as his ears perked up.

"What?!" he turned back towards the door, still at full mast, and scrunched his eyebrows in confusion and slight curiosity.

"What do you mean, Powy?"

"I'll help you release…" The voice seemed to seep right through the door and tickle his ears as he felt a strange force emanating from behind that door.

"You can't be serious…"

"I'm right to deduce that Makima and you did not copulate tonight?"

"Grrrr," Denji everted his eyes from the door as if she could see him.

"Hah! I am correct!"

"Whatever!"

"So, will you take my offer, you dunce?"

Denji kept looking to the side, contemplating the offer. He wasn't sure what she meant or even if she was being genuine, but he knew already she hadn't been shy in going for his piece before, so there was that. He couldn't hide that it was tempting. Power used to be this annoying little sister to him, but she's been trying to appeal to him, and it showed. She refuses to leave the bed now and struts around the house in skimpy shorts, sneaking grabs at him when he and Aki aren't paying attention. She even bathed regularly and found a fragrance that did wonders on him. He even caught himself staring at her occasionally, and she wasn't exactly hard to look at, either. But he needed to get his bearings together, and he was almost done anyway.

He ignored her incessant knocking and let his mind travel to his devilish boss again. He was used to getting off in less-than-ideal situations, as being homeless for most of his formative years didn't do him justice once his hormones kicked into high gear.

With a sigh of satisfaction, he let the fruits of his labor wash away into the drain and proceeded to dry off.

"Thanks, Powy, but I'm good for now" Denji confidently stated as he got dressed and opened the door to a fist flying towards his face.

"You gotta stop being so violent." moving her shaking fist away from his face, he stopped in the middle of his lecture as he looked at her up and down.

"Even when given such a luxurious opportunity for pleasure! Your audacity knows no bounds!" She growled as she beat on his chest and pursed her lips.

He knew the fiend meant it as she wore the killer combo that proved the most reliable when she wanted to be extra proactive in enticing him. She showcased her long, slender legs with shorts that only stopped an inch or two below her buttocks and sported a shortened, oversized tee that hung just over her belly button, giving an enticing view of her toned stomach. She also wore a messy bun, which left the curve from her neck to her shoulders and back completely bare.

Denji gulped in as she huffed, puffed, and stomped back into their room. Why did she even do this? She was intent on devouring him even when he was unequivocal on who he wanted his first time to be with from the start. Scratching the back of his head, he elected to just sleep on the floor beside the table and not run himself any further risks.

"For fuck's sake, if she keeps this up…" Turning to his side, he eyed the Tokyo skyline as he mulled over his constant predicaments.

"...I might end up doing something for real." With that, he closed his eyes and began to search for sleep. The hard floor was surprisingly comfortable, or maybe he was just spent from using up so much energy trying to put on a good show for his teachers. Either way, what a crazy day.

...

His eyes fluttered open at the slight pressure he felt was building up below his abdomen. He could vaguely make up something soft, pressuring and pushing against his lower regions as he was starting to recollect his senses. He felt something hold his shoulders down, and a rocking movement gently moved his body along the hardwood floor in a repetitive motion. He fully woke up to find two red and yellow crosshairs targeting him. He looked to his side in a panic to see it was a pair of arms holding him down.

"You're…awake. Good." The figure spoke as it twisted and pushed against his hips. He recognized the voice as Power's, although a bit deeper and patchy between labored breathing and soft moans.

"P-Power, are you serious?" He growled out as he felt her hips grind against him.

"You didn't come to bed, dummy!"

"Because something a whole lot worse than this was gonna happen!"

"That was precisely my plan, you oaf!"

"Which is why I didn't want to go to bed so…agh!" He grabbed onto her hips as she gyrated against him. He could feel a moistness between her legs that made him pause.

"Is it not nice? Face it, dummy; we're both frustrated. Why must we pretend we're not each other's solution to this?" She huffed as she gripped his chest and bit her lips, her movements becoming more intense.

"Agh!"

"You love this…look, your nether regions are experiencing potent elation." She shook her hips over his member as he groaned. It felt like it wanted to rip through every piece of fabric between him and her core.

"Agh! Screw it!" He grabbed her hips on each side and roughly rubbed against her as she sighed and threw her head back.

Moving her hands down to his stomach, she rocked to his rhythm as his hands snaked over her shorts to her exposed stomach, gripping her slightly sweaty skin. She knew that would leave a mark, and it excited her to no end.

"Buddies should look after one another, right? Come, relieve yourself and me." She felt a strong wave roll down her abdomen as her movement became more frantic.

Denji felt something rushing forth from him as he pulled her down firmly against him. "Damn! Power…you're-" He watched as her body moved so nimbly as if it was some hypnotizing pattern, and stopped when he saw her stomach tense up and her thighs press on either side of him like a vice.

"Gg-g-ggihhh!" She shrieked as he shot up and covered her mouth with his hand. A jolt of electricity overtook her as her body convulsed, and what was once just a small wet track along both of their shorts now became a large soaking wet spot on their lower regions.

"Your collar!" She commanded as he almost instinctively pulled his collar away from his neck, revealing the nape. With a happy moan, she darted into his neck and bit down, drinking his blood.

"Geez! You're too spoiled." She occasionally asked him to give her some blood to calm her urges with a nice meal. It was the only way he could handle the situation as it seemed to put her to bed quickly and happily and his virginity in check. But this time, it was like an after-sex cigarette to ease her down from her high.

Rustle

"Whu?!" He looked down to find her hand just underneath the elastic band of his shorts and digging below his boxers.

"Y-yo, what are ya-"

"Shss," She hissed at him before continuing to feast on his neck. Her hand reached its goal and aggressively rubbed against his member.

"Oh s-shit." He gritted his teeth as the pain from his neck fought with the niceness of her hand down below dominance in his head. He knew he was nearing climax as she lapped the gushing blood from his neck and wrapped her fingers around his little buddy.

"Mmm, delicious as always…" The fiend smiled a devilish grin as she finished cleaning up his skin and rested her forehead on his, their breaths intertwining to a perfect sync as she picked up the pace, feeling his hips tighten.

"Guh!" He grunted as she pulled his boxers and pants down and sucked the air in through her teeth as she felt a farm string of liquid shoot up onto her stomach and between them onto his chest.

She bit his lips for a kiss, to which he grabbed her cheeks and pushed her head back, kissing only her cheek.

"I ain't kissing that…clean your mouth…first," He breathed hard as she scoffed and climbed off him, sitting on her knees next to the teen as he gathered the strength to sit up.

Curious, She licked her palm and meditated on his taste above and below.

"Not as enjoyable as your blood but much better than vegetables, I'd say…"

Denji just gave her a side eye before breathing out an exasperated sigh.

"That sure was…something."

"Did you not enjoy it?"

"Hell yeah, I did! I just never had a girl do that for me…I don't think the whole biting my freaking neck is part of it, though."

"Oi! Nothing better than some blood after being stimulated." She punched his shoulder as he sat back.

"Power, you know I'm still holding out, right? I'm serious about Makima."

The fiend hugged her knees and grumbled, avoiding eye contact. "I'm aware of your incessant pining for that woman…" She took a deep breath and looked back at him with her slender index finger poking straight at his nose.

"At least be quick about conquering her so that we may copulate! My patience wears thin, and you seriously neglect your buddy duties."

"I'm pretty sure the buddy system ain't about bangin' each other!... 'Sides, if we get together for real, that's cheating, and I ain't gonna lie, shit's tempting, but I ain't gonna betray her."

"Dummy! How can it be cheating if we are simply mating? Do you know nothing?" Getting in his face now, she raised an eyebrow condescendingly.

"Ughhh," Denji rubbed his temples and pushed her back before getting up.

"Listen, thanks for that. It was nice, but let's get to bed. If it doesn't work out between Makima and me, I promise I'll think about it, deal?" Extending his hand to her, she looked to be thinking it over before hesitantly grabbing his hand.

"I can agree to that much…" She stood with him and followed him to bed before he flung her, and with a yelp, she bounced onto the bed.

"Oi, you brute!" She complained as he laughed and jumped right next to her.

"No complaints! I even let you touch my weiner," He retorted as she automatically settled into the little spoon position, and he wrapped his arms around the fiend.

"You at least make an acceptable pillow."

"Eh, shaddap, we got patrol early tomorrow, so let's get some shut-eye." He rested his face on her hair, the sweet scent of strawberries lulling him back to sleep.

With a faint blush, she turned towards the dozing blonde and nuzzled into his chest. "Dummy…"


In a small apartment nearby, a young girl went over some documents spread over the small bed.

"..." the young lady mumbled as she thumbed over the different files and pictures in front of her.

The place was dimly lit, and the faint noises of clatter and footsteps rang outside the room. A small lamp was the only light source in the small apartment. A small window on the upper side of the wall allowed some moonlight in, and it softly adorned the strands of dark hair and empty eyes set on a picture of a young, blond man.

"Denji, huh?"

She took the 2x2 between her delicate fingers and smiled.

"It's a shame, you're pretty cute, прекрасный."

She placed the files back in the folder and set them aside before looking up at the ceiling, dead-eyed.

"The Chainsaw devil…boom"