AN: If you thought that last Disney Reference was on the nose, boy are you in for a surprise!
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Disclaimer: Bonesboy15 doesn't own Helluva Boss or Naruto. The following is a written work of fan-fiction. It contains adult language and situations. Reader discretion is advised.
Who's That Father?
Loaded
(Then: Beelzehaven, Hellhound Heights)
Scrolling through his phone, freshly turned twenty-year-old Naruto Uzumaki stroked the head of his three-year-old puppy as she slept with her head against his chest, both of them reclined on the couch while a cartoon movie played on the television. At her advice, took the week off and left his company in his Personal Assistant's very capable hands. So it was just him and his very lovable, very energetic puppy. He smiled down at the little lavender Hellhound and stroked his claws down her back. She whimpered and started to kick in her sleep. He set his phone down and kissed her head.
"My little Pickle. What'cha dreaming about..?" Naruto rumbled as he combed his claws through her hair and scratched around her ear. She whimpered and began to twitch each of her paws. "A chase? A hunt–?"
"Mom-mee..." Himawari whimpered herself awake and immediately started to cry. Naruto's smile fell and he pulled his puppy up to soothe her tears. She clutched at his neck fur with a whine. "Dad-dee, I wan' Mom-mee."
"I know, baby girl." He rumbled and nuzzled her head. He kissed her cheek. "If I could get one for you that's worth a damn, I would."
"Wan' Wari's Mom-mee." His puppy whimpered.
"I can't get her, Pickle." He sighed, heart breaking for his daughter. This particular sob had been a recurring issue since Jiraiya's magazine faux pas, and doubled as a focus for her frustration and exhaustion whenever both became too much for her to handle. He gently stroked down her back, rump and legs as she quietly cried. He kissed her head as she nuzzled his neck. "She's bye-bye, but Daddy's here. Daddy's always gonna be here for you."
The cartoon on their television had a soft beat playing and the fictionalized Lilith started to sing as one of the babies she'd stolen cried. A pleasant – for a Hellborn, anyway – twist on the Queen's backstory that his puppy was enamored with. He cupped his baby girl's still tiny face and gently wiped a tear from her eye with his claw.
Come stop your crying, it'll be alright
He rolled his puppy onto her back and teased her with his other set of claws. She grabbed at his much larger paw with a watery giggle and he smiled.
Just take my hand, and hold it tight
She pulled his claw down and bit into his index with as ferocious a growl that she could manage. He growled back at her and laughed when she tried to pry his finger off with a playful jerk of her head. A gentle and quick pinch of her nose freed his trapped digit, and he scooped her into a cradled hug to growl and nip into her giggling form.
I will protect you, from all around you
So enamored with the little demon in his arms, Naruto tightened his hold around her and nuzzled his daughter's head again, as she giggled and nuzzled back.
I will be here, don't you cry
"I love you, Himawari." He crooned at his puppy and kissed her on the cheek. "My sweet little Pickle."
"Wari luv Dad-dee, too!" Himawari keened as she nuzzled into his cheek and slowly drifted back to sleep, her adrenaline fueled moment of consciousness drained. He smiled and slowly stroked from his puppy's head down her back. His eyes started to drift shut just as the stupid cartoon's dumb song came to a close.
"...in my heart, always and always..." Naruto mumbled before he let sleep claim him.
(Now: Wrath, Rough N Tumbleweed Ranch)
"If I haven't gotten there yet, why the fuck does she think she can?!"
It was only after she'd hopped to her feet with an aimless snarl on her face, that Loona then realized what she said and who she said it to. Her ears burned and her tail curled around her legs. Fuck. Fuck! She was too blunt, too straightforward! It was going to be Kacey all over again, shit! Dammit, Loopy Loona struck again and now he was going to hang up and never talk to her and–dammit, she knows better! She's not supposed to be that fucking honest about it–!
A snort tore Loona out of her spiral and she whirled around looking for the dead fucker mocking her. Then another had her realize it came from the phone. When her eyes made contact with Naruto's, he started to snicker, and that devolved into a full-blown belly laugh. Naturally, she figured he was laughing at her.
"If you're just gonna make fun of me, then piss off, Uzumaki!" She was two seconds from hanging up on this two-timing – he wasn't, don't overreact! – Sin-fucking – he didn't, don't blow it! – Hellhound, when he held a hand up.
"Wait, no, just-just hear me out!" He wheezed. She snarled at him and he wiped his arm over his eyes. "Oh, fuck I needed to laugh like that. Oh, shit, Loona. Please, please believe me. I wasn't – I wasn't laughing at you."
"What's so fuckin funny then?" Loona growled.
"I had the same fuckin thought when Bee said she'd invite you for a three-way." Naruto grinned at her as his tail wagged into view behind him. Loona felt her ears heat up and her tail – traitorous stupid limb of fluff! It always gave away her secrets! – wagged. His eyelids dropped and his grin dimmed into that stupid sexy smile. "So, this whole thing's been a ploy to make me a notch in your bedpost, huh?"
"I'd much rather put a notch in yours." Loona muttered back before her ears and face lit up like an inferno. Dammit, that was super cheesy and lame...Wait, he liked that stupid shit. Right?
"Heh, probably a good idea." He grinned at her again even as he laid back against his pillows. "No disrespect meant, but my bed's probably more durable than yours."
"We...Won't know until we compare notes." She offered with a small grin of her own as she sat down on one of the porch chairs. He barked out a laugh and she felt her tail go off. Wow, that was an annoying sound, having it whap against the wall like that.
"Then I guess I should ask, dinner at my place or yours on Friday?"
"...What about the rugrat?" Loona asked, trying not to let her excitement show. Naruto shrugged.
"Up to you. We could have a private night – she's got plenty of aunts and uncles that're willing to watch her – or she can join us." He tilted his head and perked his ears her way. "For dinner, anyway. I'm hoping that dessert will remain an 'adult only' show."
Oh, fuck yes. Loona managed to stop herself from panting outright just barely and had to grab her tail to stick it under her leg when it started to wag like crazy. Shit, that felt weird and uncomfortable
"You meant this Friday, right?"
"Unless you'd rather it be sooner."
It was currently Tuesday night, they'd be back in Pride by tomorrow night unless Blitzø did something really fucking stupid again. She needed at least an afternoon to get an outfit thrown together and give Blitzø notice that she was not coming in the day after. Yeah, she saw the glutes and legs this stud was packing, if she could walk afterwards she'd think it a fucking miracle.
"Thursday, okay?"
"Thursday works for me."
"Then, yeah. Thursday." Loona grinned at the Hound that she was going to ride well into Friday morning, noon and night. Thursday could not come fucking soon enough!
"Thursday–Himawari!" Naruto yelped as his puppy suddenly burst into the call by landing on him with a growl. She giggled and nipped his nose while her tail wagged like a little purple blur. Loona snorted at their byplay.
"Ha! I got you, Daddy!"
"You did not, I was having a grown-up conversation. That doesn't count!" He growled as he started tickling the puppy.
"Does so!"
"It most certainly does not!"
Wow, if she hadn't seen him be a father before, she'd accuse Naruto of being a giant puppy. Hold on, was that a game of pounce they were arguing about? Loona hadn't seen grown Hellhounds play pounce in, shit, since she was in the toddler ward of the orphanage. Yeah, it was more of a Hellcat thing, but hounds liked to pounce on things too.
"Miss Loona, tell him I got him! Ahh!" The squirt squealed as her DILF Daddy growled at her.
"There is to be no third party interference, Little Pickle. Otherwise the Terrible Tickle Hound will have to strike again!"
The Terrible what Hound? Oh, Loona had to see this.
"Pretty sure that you just screamed like a bitch, Naruto." She pointed out with a smirk. The DILF let out an outraged and over dramatic gasp before he growled at the giggling puppy.
"Traitor!" Naruto complained, as he put his phone back on its stand. If she'd known she'd gotten a free show, she would've brought some snacks out here. The petite she-hound smiled as she watched the father and daughter duo play. "Betrayed by my own courtress, that does it the beast is unleashed!"
"No-o! Miss Loona! Help!" The lavender puppy squealed and kicked at her father's claws.
"No. Don't. Stop." Loona drawled in the most unconvincing manner she could manage. She shrugged and curled her legs up onto the chair with her. "I tried, Squirt. You're on your own."
"Traitor–Ahhehehe!" The playful fight continued for several minutes before Naruto's phone made a chime. With his puppy clambered onto his head, and pinned there by one of his large dark paws, he sat up and grabbed the phone again. He tilted his head and his eyes narrowed.
"Damn.. Okay, Pickle. Get Miss Loona's number and go get ready for bed." Naruto told his daughter as he pulled her down to his lap. Unholy shit, was that puppy tiny compared to him, like Loona had known she was small compared to her but, seeing her on his lap like that– that weird twinge in her chest was back.
"Aww, okay." The puppy whined as her ears flattened. A claw knocked on her nose and she almost whined again when Naruto growled. The puppy cut her whine short and growled back, and the DILF smiled again.
"Atta girl. Keep each other entertained for a minute?" He asked her more than the Squirt. Loona narrowed her eyes at him.
"Babysitting again, huh?"
"Drat, you're catching onto my master plan. Lure you in with my charm, wit, money and good looks and then make you my official puppy watcher." Naruto deadpanned before he blinked and tapped his chin. "Actually, that's not half a bad idea..."
"Not happening," Loona growled at him. If he seduced a she-hound just to be his sitter...Well, maybe if they never did anything. Wait, she was in that boat right now. Nope, he's definitely not allowed to do that.
"Tsk, spoilsport." He huffed as he got up – hey, there was a open flap in those green boxers! Ugh, stupid fuckin' terrible lighting was not giving her anything – and ruffled the giggling Puppy's hair and ears as gently as he could once he set her back down. "I'll be at my desk. You behave for Miss Loona."
"Okay!" She followed him with her eyes as best she could as he walked all the way across his room, showing off that sexy back, tight toned ass and the content swish of his tail.
Yeah, she didn't care what kind of demon Beelzebub was, Loona saw him first: She had dibs on that DILF Dick.
"Miss Loona?" Her eyes snapped back to the puppy, whose ears were slightly flat. "You okay? You're um..growling.."
"Not at you," Loona sighed as she tried to pull herself back together and brushed some of her hair out of her eye. "Alright, Squirt, you got your phone?"
"Yep!" The lavender pup showed off her purple phone. "And Mouse taught me how to put numbers in! Said a lot of bad cusses though. Um, don't tell Daddy I told you that, though."
Loona snorted and smirked. She almost forgot how funny puppies could be when they weren't being whiny little brats. Or maybe it's just this Squirt.
It's probably just the Squirt.
(Now: Greed, Mammon's Mansion)
As she floated her way through the ridiculously large knockoff of The Magne's Castle in Pride, Queen Bee's thoughts skipped from one track to the next, some completed and others not. Most of her completed thoughts focused on the upcoming party she wanted to throw after this whole shit show with some uppity Greed bitches was dealt with. A smaller group of ideas were dedicated to a little get together that would be thrown to cheer Vortex up – what? Oh yeah, he might be in her doghouse, but he's still her main chew toy. Contrary to popular belief, given how rowdy and wild her parties get, Bee takes care of her stuff. Can't cherish it if it isn't taken care of on some level, right? Exactly.
An even tinier amount, a micro-hyperfocus perhaps, of her concentration was focused on her compatriots on her level. The Seven Deadly Sins were each rulers of their respective rings, yes, but that did not mean they all governed similarly.
Bee, obviously, liked to let her happy puppies goof off and fuck around until they had to find out. She was a strong supporter of the 'live and learn' philosophy. It kept them happy, kept them healthy, and the Vibes were kept good.
Conversely, Lucifer kept his stupid broken Sinners out of sight and out of mind, out of like, shame or something? Bee didn't really get it. Shit, she wasn't even convinced he actually did anything other than brag about his 'accomplishments'...and Char-Char, but Bee kind of understood the latter. A very very very small part of her wanted her own Char-Char to party with and raise and shit, but that part was snuffed out by the party hive central that was Bee's mind.
Satan fucked off whenever the fuck he wanted to beef up where he could. Even though it wasn't like he fucking needed to. Like damn, calm down boy, you're fucking sexy enough as it is, but whatever. Bee wouldn't complain about him bringing bigger guns to the next 'show'.
Belphegor left everything to her immediate minions to bicker and argue about while she napped or bitched at whoever interrupted her naps. That usually tended to be Bee. What could she say, Bee liked picking on the lazy bitch.
Leviathan...Honestly, Bee had no fucking idea what Leviathan did. Squirrelly freak always hid away whenever she tried to come down and party with 'em. Their loss.
Ozzie, Asmodeus, Ass-Mobius or whatever he decided to go by that week, kept a very hands-on approach to his Ring. Because Lust was an art or some shit. Whatever, so long as he kept sending Bee the good shit for when she needed to get really freaky with a Hound, she didn't actually care.
And then there was Mammon. Mams. The Mammonator. The Knock-Off King. The Chubby Counterfeit Clown. Mammon didn't really do much of anything if it didn't make him a profit or put him 'ahead' of the other Sins in some way. He was always fixated on getting more and Bee like, she just couldn't fucking get that. The good things in life didn't last – she would know, being a Sin of Hell – and his web of wonders was going collapse by the time he fucking realized it.
Still, she couldn't begrudge him too much. He did help her get access to Foxy Hunk's package – she couldn't fuckin' wait to get at that dick, her small 'honey-suckle' sampling was only holding her over for so long – and helped her make that silly cartoon a few years back. Sure he got most of the profits from the toys and production, but Bee didn't give a shit about that. She still got the glory and love and the puppy's happy Vibes. And no one could put a price on the Puppy's Vibes.
Or so she'd thought.
"Fuckin' finally." Bee growled as she came up to the doors to Mammon's office. With a single push, they flew open and slammed into the walls beyond. The Sin of Greed whirled around from where he stood with his back to her and drooled over a desk covered in gems, bills and other assorted shiny baubles.
"Who dares intrude on my do–?! Oh, it's just you." The Sin reverted back to his 'friendly' appearance that his P.R. team told him was a good idea. He rolled about and leaned back into what had to be a small down payment for something. "What the fuck do you want, Beelze?"
"It's 'Bee', Mams." She growled as she thought about why she was here. "And you should fucking know why I'm here and so fuckin' spicy about it."
"..Mm, no, can't say anything comes to mind. Do I get something if I guess right?" Mammon asked with a grin. Bee flew up into his face and snarled. He grinned wider. "Touchy, touchy...Oh, I know! Is this about the Cerberbee doll discontinuation? Sales were too low, I told you no one was interested in that model. The Cerberus iconography is so last decade. But! My trend team thinks that the Orthus doggo is going to make a comeback this year…what do you say, fifteen-eighty-five split?"
"One of your little shitty pigs dropped a fucking building on me!" She snarled as her form shifted. He matched her and their power struggle started to crack the foundation.
"What?! Naw, that sounds more like one of Satan's little fire-toads. Are you sure you didn't get a cunt-cussion?" Mammon asked, still grinning. Bee buzzed an insult back at him and he cackled. "Wow, you really are upset about this! You know, I'd be really pissed if we break my house. Might have to go eat some of that delicious Dog Meat Casserole that cunt that the East Side calls its Crime Lord likes to brag about. Heard he gets his supply real lean."
"...You're selling 'em out? Why?" Bee narrowed her eyes. Mammon never caved this early without a good threat or a good bribe. Though she will grant him that he played the fool well. Shit, if that was by design she will be so fuckin' pissed. "What do you want?"
"What don't I want, might be the better question," Mammon said. He grinned and gestured at a manifested buffet table. His tiny head grinned into her enlarged face. "We're both busy Sins, Bee. Let's cut the power play shit, and have us a small chat, yeah?"
"Fine." Bee growled and reverted herself, scowling as he followed suit. She crossed her arms and ignored the temptation set out to the side, even as he dug in. If she touched one thing before he got his claws on part of it, she'd have to owe the cheeky fucker something. "So what's with the game? You getting off on jerking us around now?"
"We both know I don't get off on anything without a good payment, ya daft cunt. Consider it a good thing your Shadow and mine dropped by to give me a heads up that you fell in a bonnet." Mammon grinned. Bee snarled and glared out at the sky.
"Fuckin Kurama– again?! The fuck does that shitter think he's doing?!"
"Your guess's as good as mine, cunt." Mammon shrugged and stuffed a leg of mutton into his mouth. "Mm, mm. That's some good shit there. You should have a bite, g'on. Free of charge, Sin Deductible."
Red flags shot up and Bee narrowed her eyes. She took a sharp whiff of the Sin of Green's vibes. Elation, Anticipation – not to mention a shit ton of presperation – and a whole fuckin' bunch of other Vibes that didn't fit the situation. Fuck, that means Mammon's unaffiliated with what happened. He's washed his hands of the issue, and she didn't know why. Bee felt her claws flex and bared her teeth.
"What did those fuckers give you?" She growled. "Money? Food? An 'I.O.U. One favor' coupon?!"
"Ah-ah-ah...S'no fun if ya don't actually try to guess, cunt." Mammon chuckled. He finished off the limb and went for a bucket of chicken next. "Good shit this. Mm, I'm normally not this nice, but I'm in a fuckin great mood, yeah. So, 'ere, I'll give ya a hint: They gave me something way more fuckin' valuable than anything in my horde, but I can only cash in on it once."
"A new sex toy model?" Bee deadpanned.
"Ha! Gross. No. Try again!"
"Better support for your dump truck ass?"
"Ah, yer just jealous of my sex appeal. Wrong, cunt, that's strike two." Mammon cackled as Bee snarled and started to get spicy again. The Sin of Greed paid her no mind as he stuffed more chicken into his mouth. He clapped his hands together and grinned. "Oh, this is fuckin' great! He was right! The rest of you cunts should listen t' yer Shadows more! Ever since I started listenin' to that fuckin shit-slinger cunt o' mine, my profits been through the fuckin' roof!"
"..Only cash in once.." Bee scowled and scratched at her head. "Arrgh, I hate fuckin riddles, they're such Vibe killers! Just fucking tell me before I start eating your fucking Ring!"
"Now where's the fun in that?"
"Mams, I'm not fuckin playin'!" Bee snarled. "You're giving up fucking family full of souls that are yours! You don't think Lucifer will ask you why?!"
"Oh, he will. And that little cunt knows he will have to pay stacks to find out." Mammon grinned as his eyes shone. "Look at how fuckin' mad you are, cunt! Just like he fuckin' said you'd be. I told you what you wanted to know about the daft fools that hired the dipshit doggo that blew you up, and that's all I have to tell you. Anything else I got from the Shadows is my secret to sell."
"..A secret? You sold your souls out for a secret?" Bee frowned and Mammon choked on his next bite.
"What?! No! The fuck would you think that for, cunt?!"
"..Mams, I can smell when you're lying."
"Oh, go get fucked doggy-style by your new dog toy before your shadow takes him back." What? Bee ignored the way Mammon sneered at her as she met his words sink in. The Greed King scowled he morosely nommed on a steak. "Shit, there goes that four day record. Damn, and I was an hour or two off from winnin that bet–Hurk!"
"The fuck did you just say, you smug sack of shit?!" Once the words registered, Bee-Lzebub, Queen of Gluttony, snarled as she dug her claws into his throat. Mammon sneered at her before he smirked. He chuckled and shrugged.
"Eh, fuck it. You wouldn't be the highest bid even if I held it over ya, would ya cunt? So you keep this bit a secret between us, and I'll tell ya what yer Shadow told me." Mammon grinned. Bee buzz-growled and he held a hand up. "Alright, alright, don't get yer knickers twisted, yeah? Yer Shadow's not happy about yer latest 'pact'; says it infringed on an agreement."
"What agreement?!"
"Fuck if I know," Mammon said with a shrug. "All I know is your new 'recruit's got quite the lineage, if ya catch my drift."
"The fuck does that mean?"
"Listen, cunt, you're the one with the genetics background. You figure it out," Mammon said before he grinned. "Hey, if ya ever decide you don't want him anymore, I'll buy him off ya. Standing offer."
"...Piss off." Bee growled and released the Sin of Greed. She shrank down and sped off out of Mammon's Mansion, and ignored the mocking shouts and jeers that followed after her. She had to tell her newest 'toy' that he could go burn a house or two down, and then she had to go talk to her Sin's Shadow.
Ugh, that shitter always had such bad Vibes.
(Now: Ring of Gluttony, Mountainside)
The Shadow of Sin sat upon his throne and steepled his fingers. The ten digits drummed together, a cacophony of thought and planning. If he'd done this right – and he always has – he should be visited by his Sin very shortly. This could have been avoided, all she had to do was listen to him once, to let his words and warning sink into her party-prioritizing brain.
It was too late now, she'd broken the arrangement and The Seven would have to concede to The Nine's demands. The Shadow would rather not give his siblings that power, but he had no choice. Where did it all go wrong? Probably the day he decided to leave the Kit be, to let him enjoy the life he was in, after all, it was only so long ago that he'd found The Ninth Tale.
From the peak of the tallest mountain, a pair of red eyes stared down at the rundown, poorer district of Beelzehaven. The owner watched a kit with vibrant orange fur as he stood his ground against a good handful of older, larger near-hounds. The snarl and vitriol in the kit's expression was new, but the heart and drive remained. A toothy grin spread across the watcher's face.
"Well, I'll be damned." The watcher rumbled to himself. "He's an orphan again ...what are the fucking odds?"
The other Shadows of Sins would be pleased to know that the 'Ninth Tale' had been found. He pulled a phone out to send the message, and paused. Perhaps, this time, he didn't jump the gun. What if he just...gave him a chance? Let him enjoy this life, enjoy blissful ignorance?
Listen to yourself, he huffed around a bitter smirk. He watched the kit steer one of the charging Hound's heads into a brick wall and then use the momentum to throw himself at the next challenger. You sound like The Judge. 'Let them live their lives in peace.' Bah, the boy never knew true peace when it was offered to him, in any of his past lives. He's a fighter. No matter how hard we try to keep him from it, he will fight. Either by choice or necessity.
As he watched the kit trounce the last Hellhound pup, the Shade of Beelzebub smirked as another duo jumped him and the fight started anew. Maybe he didn't have to tell the kit. Maybe he could leave him be and let this life go uninterrupted. It would be fruitless. They found him the last time he thought it was safe to leave him be, and the clock was rolled back again. He needed to break this seemingly endless cycle.
Every Shadow had agreed upon it. Yet still...It was his Tale to be found. His friend and confidant, that would always pay the highest price. He couldn't let it happen again. It would break him.
"Nine years." He decided with a nod. "Nine years should be enough."
Two years had passed and The Kit was still on the streets. He let the first year go by out of curiosity, and the second due to prior conflicts. The Kit was starving himself in an effort to feed the younger, more ravenous Hellhounds he lived with. Oafish boy, no matter his form, he always carried that heart of gold in his breast. But that golden heart had been tempered in this Ring. He was more careful, more guarded, only those close to him would know of it. The Shadow would have to endear himself to him.
What better way than with the very sustenance he deprived himself of?
It couldn't be given freely. No, with his latent intuition, the Kit would never take it for free from the Shadow. It would have to be earned, but he didn't have time to devote to the kit for such an endeavor. He'd have to push things along without making it obvious as to what he was doing, lest that sly old mutt figured him out. He made it a simple job, a theft, one he knew that would help ground the kit, get him back on the right path of survival. Get him those early building blocks so he'd be strong enough to handle the weight of the realms when they crashed down on him again.
The Shadow had to send him to the Toad.
"It's an easy job." His much smaller than average form smiled down at the top runner of the DeVoured Lane Pack. "Get in, grab the box, and get out. You'll make enough Vouchers to feed your Pack thrice over. Maybe even for months."
"You're not cheating me with this, right, Rama?"
"I would never cheat you, Naruto. You're my favorite Runner! Why, if I cheated you, I'd have no one to play with anymore, no one else trusts me like you do." The Shadow lied through his smile and he saw the hesitance that the kit held lift as his tail wagged. He was, admittedly, a cute runt. Expected of The Shadow's lineage, though. Wasn't that a strange discovery? To find himself as The Ninth's ancestor? He felt like a proud father all over again as he watched the Kit grow.
"Alright. I'll do it. But I need some vouchers up front."
"Let me see what I can do."
And so The Kit went to The Toad. Plans were made accordingly. Familial ties exposed. A bond ruptured but not broken. Never for The Kit. It would be much easier without those damned Red-Eyed bastards in their way. So life went on, the Kit was off the streets, back with The Toad, until the Toad left after an argument and the Kit was back doing odd jobs. No matter. It was all going back according to plan, healthy and predictable, malleable, and hopefully breakable.
...The Shadow regrets not specifying when it had to be broken.
"He has a what?" Rama stared at the runner he'd just paid.
"Yeah, the dipshit has a pup! Guess the Dumbass went and knocked up Hinata before she got offed by her dad." A white and brown furred Hellhound mumbled as he turned to his twin brother. "Alright, Keebs, I got the cash, let's get some ass!"
"Right on, Akamaru! Hey, Rama, you wanna come with? We're gonna hit some bars before the Beelzebub Party tonight!"
"I'll pass." Rama's smile strained. He waited until they left and then scowled outright. "A fucking puppy? No way. Even his luck isn't that bad."
He brushed it off as a rumor. Then the paper came out about the she-bitch's death. Coincidental. That's all it was. That's all it could be. Just a rumor made by infantile Hellhounds before they realized they had to grow up. It was just a rumor. It wasn't reality, it couldn't be. If it was, that meant The Shadow waited too long. It would mean that The Shadow of Sin had fucked up just as The Judge had. Just as The Messenger had. Just as Sarutobi had.
There was absolutely no way that Naruto Uzumaki, the Runt of Rave Town, had a fucking Pup at seventeen. Reality, Life, the Powers that Be were not capable of that kind of cruelty. His luck was not that fucking bad.
It was. It is.
Goddammit.
God.
Fucking.
Dammit!
...
Wait. The pup resonated. A better match than Naruto? ...Theoretically possible...Maybe. The Shadow needed to run tests. Sporadically, from a distance. The power would be sent.
The Kit's system fought to a stalemate, a begrudged peace, and was absorbed.
The Pup's welcomed it, played with it, and sent it away.
Interesting. The Shadow wondered what would happen if it remained. A small fuss turned into a tantrum. A dream became a nightmare. A normal puppy's punch would shatter glass at best; with The Shade of Beelzebub's power, The Pup's could break concrete.
Very interesting indeed.
Perhaps that's what we've missed. The Shadow mused as a report was sent in. He was good, but she'll be better. She just has to live long enough. ..The Kit must still be awoken.
The day he chose to act was not possible. The Kit and Pup were attacked. A building exploded. Debris fell. Hellhounds scrambled. The Shadow watched a pulse of power get larger. Eyes narrowed and then he snarled when he recognized it.
"Beelzebub."
She knew better. Should know better. He warned her once already. Drop it, leave The Kit alone, do not bring him into the mess of a Sin's life. He thought it was clear when he hacked her system and planted blocks on her access to his now very public life.
The warning went unheeded. An agreement was broken. Beelzebub claimed The Kit as one of her slaves. The mountain rumbled with his fury. The arrogance, the sheer arrogance.
A reminder was overdue.
"Very well." The Shadow of Sin, the Shade of Beelzebub, Kurama sat upon his throne. His eyes thrummed with power as he convened a meeting. "Brothers and Sisters, the agreement has been broken. The Shadows' lineage has been enlisted by a Sin."
The debate began, and arguments were had over how they should proceed. Son came up with the best idea, Gyūki and Matatabi agreed. They needed only to convince one other, and it was Chomei that fell into the role. The Shadows of Sin had a plan to end the cycle.
They would not let a single Sin ruin it by their arrogance.
Torn from his thoughts by the approach of a familiar power, Kurama, the Shade of Beelzebub, smirked.
"Right on time." The Kitsune chuckled as his nine glorious tails fanned out behind him and he let the dim lighting brighten as an irate Sin walked into his throne room. He leaned on his fist and continued to grin with nothing but teeth. "Welcome to my domain, Queen Beelzebub. What can this King Under the Mountain do for you today?"
(Now: Beelzehaven, Hellhound Heights)
"G'night, Daddy." Himawari yawned and snuggled against her pillow, her stuffed Bee tucked against her side beneath her cast.
"Goodnight, Pickle. " Naruto whispered as he kissed his puppy's head one last time before he turned her bedside light off and left the room. He set the security system and went back to his bedroom, intent on getting some shuteye before he and his Pack started to make a plan of attack. A glance at the face of his watch told him he'd likely get a full night's rest if he went to bed right now.
The sudden vibration that went down his arm while he stared at his watch told him that that probably wasn't fucking happening. He groaned, lamenting that he couldn't even get to his room before the security system alerted him to someone at his door. He sighed and trudged down the stairs, not even bothering with covering up. It was a warmer night in Gluttony, and he had a thick coat as it was. He descended the stairs, where he heard a familiar knock at the door. Brows furrowed, the Orange Hellhound pulled his door open and stared at the other hound across from him.
Blue eyes narrowed as they locked with his visitor's bright red.
"It's been almost two years." He growled and stepped out to bar any possible entrance into his home. He towered over the hound that knocked on his door and crossed his arms. "What the fuck do you want, Rox?"
AN: ..I mean, c'mon, Naruto. You and I both know what she wants.
Cookies! They're the taste of happy!
