AN: Wooow...I almost forgot what time away from a computer is like. Storm and tornados knocked the power out on Tuesday and...It only just came back today. Couldn't upload the doc...Had to just...go outside...I don't recommend it!

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?

Bangin' It

(Then: Beelzehaven, Rave Town)

A squeal of joy was followed by a series of yips and whines and a wildly wagging tail as the lavender fluffball of a puppy scamper-crawled toward her father on all fours where he laid on his side on the floor. The teen in question grinned and held his hand out to the little pup before he pushed her onto her side and started to tickle the big full tummy. She squealed again before she started to bite, claw and kick at the giant dark claws that were jostling her about.

"Did you have a Happy Birthday, Pickle?" Naruto asked, his blue eyes alight with adoration, love and joy for the one little blessing he had in this shithole. She keened and bit onto his middle claw, then tried to get the index as it caught her armpit. Her hind claws scratched into her wrist as she kicked at his offending hand. He grinned and adjusted his one-handed grip to pull her across the shoddy, rotted floor into his chest as he rolled on his back. She yipped at him and he let a small woof slip back before he held her tiny paws in his and helped her stand. "Look at you! My big little girl...Only a year old. How the fuck did a year go by already?"

She whined at him as she took a wrong step that brought her back to her rump. The look of betrayal she aimed at her foot had him chuckle and the baby-toothed grin aimed his way made him smile again. His claws slipped up to hold her under her armpits and hoist her above him. She squealed and keened as he rocked her about.

"Whee! Look at Super Pickle! Whoosh!" His tail thumped the floor while hers flailed about above him. A gentle toss to give her a brief sense of act and she was giggling as he caught her. Naruto laughed at his puppy's elation as he tossed her up again. "Whoop! Annnnd whoop! Look at you go, yay, Super Pickle! Whoo–!"

A knock at the door had him catch Himawari and tilt his head back to look at it. A beat passed before there was another knock. He sat up and kept his puppy cradled in his arm, smirking at her as she tried to bite him and instead caught the very paw that had her almost topple off of him. He smirked as she gnawed on her off-white foot and the dark paw pads that matched his own. He booped her nose with his claw and got a frustrated little growl.

"Oh, don't you start that now." He growled back as he got up to answer the door. Without looking away from her as she grabbed at his claw and tried to shove it in with her foot, he pulled the door open. "Who the fu–?"

"Uzumaki." Blue eyes snapped up to glare at the asshole that was Hinata's father. Dressed in a fine suit, a coat folded over his arm, his pale eyes as cold and lifeless as they always fucking were. Naruto felt his hackles rise and he shifted to keep Himawari hidden from view behind the door. A low steady growl erupted from his throat and startled his pup into some whimpers.

"Aren't you supposed to be in prison?"

"My first offense, I was let out on parole for good behavior."

"Yeah, that fucking figures." He huffed. Hell's criminal system was already a joke, and Beelzehaven was the second strictest in regards to assault and murder –Fun fact, Greed's prisons were the harshest one could spend time in if convicted. To no one's surprise, they were also the easiest to break out of due to the amount of inmates there and how Greedy the guards were – but that didn't mean much. He let his eyes narrow. "So what the fuck do you want? A place to crash? Get bent."

"Despite my legal finances, I'm well off enough to not resort to 'crashing' in your domicile, Uzumaki. I'm here to see the pup. Hinata's pup." Hiashi fiddled with his coat when Naruto bared his fangs in a snarl.

"I don't know a damn thing about any pup she might have had." He growled, even as Himawari started to whine. He bounced her a bit while she sat out of sight and his thumb stroked along her leg to keep her calm. Hiashi continued to stare at him and the orange Hellhound snarled. "Me and my Pup are celebrating her first birthday."

"Uzumaki. Please. I already know the miscarriage documents were falsified. Her birth certificate was found by my legal team." Hiashi sighed. "I know I am asking for a lot, but...May I see Angel?"

"That is not her fuckin name." Naruto growled. He hated that stupid as fuck name. It pissed him off on principle. "Give me a good fucking reason."

"...This is to be in her name. If it isn't Angel, then I don't know it." Hiashi offered an envelope tucked into his folded coat that Naruto eyed for a second before he glared at him again. "It was to be Hinata's shares and monetary wealth from the Hyu-"

"We are not taking your fucking money. I don't want that fuckin name anywhere near my daughter." Naruto growled.

"...I understand." Hiashi sighed. He slid the envelope back and hung his head. "Please Uzu–..Please, Naruto. From one father to another...May I please just...just see my daughter's puppy?"

He didn't ever get the full story of what happened, and frankly he didn't fucking care. But as he held Hiashi's pleading gaze, and took note of the submissive posture, he realized what he was looking at.

He knew, on some level, that Hiashi was a hardass because he cared about his daughter. He knew every time the older hound tried to intervene was because Naruto was a Pack Mutt with no guaranteed future and likely doomed to die in a fight. He cared about Hinata, probably to her dying breath. The guilt he held for that was obvious when it came out he tried to kill himself after. It was like a twisted glimpse of a future that could be if Naruto ever got too protective, too controlling. But in the end, Hiashi, like himself, was a father that loved his little girl. He was still a murderer, still unforgiven, still a jackass that Naruto didn't like, but if he could fucking work something out with Vortex, he could fucking work something out with Hiashi.

"...You're alone?" Naruto triple checked the scents around him.

"Just a monitor." He gestured down at an accessory on his ankle. Naruto glared at it, then at his ex's father and murderer. He growled as he pushed the door open. He stepped aside and nodded. Fucking, I hate my stupid bleeding black heart.

"Come in." He looked down at Himawari, who stared at the new face in the same interest and perked ears that all Puppies had with new people. Once Hiashi crossed the threshold, Naruto closed the door and looked at his puppy, then adjusted her to proudly show her off. "Hiashi, this is Himawari. My little Pickle."

"Himawari..." Hiashi repeated before he closed his eyes and smiled. "Sunflower."

"Yeah...she brightens my day, and I figured Hinata cared enough to not toss her in an Orphanage." Naruto nuzzled the puppy who keened and nipped at his nose. "So...Himawari."

"And Pickle?"

"She wouldn't let me call her Ramen." Naruto grumbled and nipped at the pup's cheek for another delighted squeal. "Little buttmunch kept spitting up on me whenever I called her that. Pickle grew on her."

"Well...at least she got her mother's brains."

"Fuck off." Naruto snorted.

(Now: Beelzebub's Mansion)

Fifteen minutes passed before Loona regretted uttering the infamous and cursed phrase. It was boring as fuck not talking to anyone and she felt so awkward being dressed up like she was standing alone. A familiar snooty laugh and poodle-like She-Hound with a stupid frilly haircut had her stupid tipsy mind thinking that she should risk trying to reconnect. It'd been three years since they last interacted, since Loona last made a fool of herself, so maybe she wasn't as much of a total bitch?

No, of course not. Of course, she was still a total bitch.

"Loopy Loona? Like, what the fuck are you doing here? Are you here to make a major ass of yourself again?" Vikki "The Bane of Loona's Existence From Mandatory to Post-Behavioral Education" – they both had to attend that for the same bullshit 'anger issue' reason, but Loona stands by the fact that it was her fucking scrunchie they were fighting over, so her bite on the bitch's neck was justified – Vein asked with a grin. "Or did you forget what happened then? Because I certainly didn't."

"I didn't forget but I'm sure you'll fucking remind me anyway," Loona grit her teeth as she crossed her arms and let her tail wind around her legs. Her eyes blazed red hot as the poodle-hound showed off an unflattering picture of Loona reaching her limit and getting sick at the last big party she went to.

"Yeah, you didn't know how to hold back and let it out everywhere." Vikki laughed. "Hope you learned from that."

"Why do you even have that picture?" Loona growled.

"It brings me joy, duh." Vikki grinned, even as her eyes started to flick off of Loona's face. The fuck? Oh, the bitch was still talking shit? She'd better pay attention to dish out a reasonable and amazing retort. "Knowing there's still She-Hounds like you out there to...make...fun...of..?"

"Yeah, well, at least I'm not a total b–Okay! What the fuck are you staring at?!" Loona narrowed her eyes and snarled when the other She-Hound's insult tapered off and her eyes went up past Loona's head. The fuck was this bitch doing? Ignoring her? She'd better have a damn good reason to insult her to her face and then just fucking ignore her!

"Well, that's certainly not your best pic, Loo."

Loona growled at the sudden arm that slipped over her shoulders. Whoever the not-so-sly fucker was that thought he could just jump in and blindside her–! The deeper, lower growl that came back snapped her from the fog of Wrath that had overcome her. She knew that growl, she liked that growl. She let her hackles fall and relaxed into the one-armed hug as she looked up at her blue-eyed boyfriend. Oh, a black A-shirt and jeans combo? Yum–Mm-hm, yep, surprise kisses are so welcome right now.

"Sorry, I made you wait," Naruto said once their kiss broke. He rubbed the side of his muzzle against hers and her tail-tip wagged at the affectionate gesture. "One of the company sponsors is a fucking stickler for tradition."

"What, did they make you suck a dick or something?" Loona muttered as her tail unwound from her legs and swished. He snorted and nipped her jaw before he pulled back to smirk down at her.

"In your dreams, Loona."

"Tease." She grumbled before she wrapped her arms around his sides and hugged him back. Mm, her sexy boyfriend's warm body felt really good to Loona. Probably on account of the alcohol. She rubbed her cheek into his torso and let her tail wag a bit. "So if you're here, who's got the Squirt?"

"Tonight?" She liked the implications of that. She really liked the implications of that–Ooh, and whatever that hand's doing. Yeah, scratch right there on her back, mm. "Her uncles."

Hello, what? Uncles? Uncles implies brothers. Brothers implies: Jackpot!

"You have brothers?" A handful of handsome giants she could have fun times with? That sounded like a fucking great bonus to their real–

"Not actual brothers." Aw. Of course, Naruto shot down that lovely possible fantasy. Dick. He knew what he did too, she saw his tail wag slightly. "Blood Brothers, from my freelancing years." Ah, that made more sense. His gaze flicked away and he looked to the side, then back before he smirked. "So, gonna introduce me to your new friends? Or are we just gonna let these fuckers stare and be jealous?"

Loona blinked at him and looked at where he did.

"...Y-You're...B-But...Sh-She's..." Vikki and her posse were staring at him with jaws agape. The poodle's finger pointed at her and she almost snarled, but caught herself. The haughtier-than-thou bitch was at a loss for words.

Ah, right. Vikki. She turned her head as she leaned on Naruto and smirked a bit while her tail wagged slightly. Yeah, check out my hot boyfriend, bitch.

"Vikki Vein. We...grew up together." Loona looked up at him and then back at Vikki. She couldn't fight the grin off of her face. "Vikki, this is Naruto. My boyfriend."

Vikki and her posse's jaws collectively and unanimously dropped. Were she a lesser being, Loona would actually laugh. However, as she wasn't, she didn't find it to be worth the effort.

"Pleased to meet you." Naruto greeted her smoothly. He lost his smile and gave a pointed stare to the phone in Vikki's hand. "You do realize that Loona is in the right to come after you for likeness infringement and defamation if you keep flaunting that photo, right?"

"I am?" Loona looked back up at him.

"She is?!" Vikki squawked.

"Well, yeah." He tucked Loona into his side – not as comfortable as how she was basically laying on his toned torso vertically, but she'd consider this a close second – and turned to face the poodle-like Hellhound. "Sure, it's probably from her partying hard, but from that angle you can't make out any other partiers. For all anyone knows, you've got that picture of her having a serious medical episode. I mean, neon green puke? That's not normal – no offense."

"Some taken," Loona snarked, tail wagging slightly. He growled at her again and she growled back. Maybe if she got him riled up enough she could get a fun romp later. He cut his growl off when he tapped the edge of her nose before he looked back at Vikki.

"So, a bit of friendly advice? Delete that photo from your phone. Might save your wallet from potential legal fees," he said. The smile he put on his face was anything, but friendly, and Loona felt her core warm at the sight of it. Oh yeah, she wanted some one-on-one time tonight. His eyes flashed and his lip curled. "Preferably...Now."

"R-Right! There! Er, done!" Vikki showed off her photos album and the absence of a picture of Loona puking.

"Thanks. Hope you don't mind if I steal Loona for a bit?" Naruto smiled down at her and stroked her shoulder with his thumb, and she couldn't fight back the smile she gained in turn as their tails brushed over one another when they wagged. His blue eyes turned back to Vikki. "It's been a rough day; I wouldn't mind relaxing with my girlfriend, y'know?"

"Uh, um r-right." Vikki stammered. "M-Meet to n-nice you. Later, Loop–Loona."

"Later, bitch." Loona didn't even wave and let Naruto lead her off. She snuggled into his side. "My fuckin' hero. Did you pull that legal shit out of your ass?"

"Fuck no." He huffed as they walked toward the bar. "I run a mercenary business, Loona. I have to know that legal shit to protect my hounds and cover my ass. The only reason I got away with doing what I did was because of the Pack Laws that basically run Beelzehaven."

"It's so fuckin hard to be you."

"Well, I did just seduce some She-Hound into being my babysitter–Joke! It was a joke, ow." He grunted when she dug a claw into his side.

"Four out of ten."

"You are impossible." Naruto grumbled good naturedly as he stopped at the bar and got them each a bottle of Beelze-Juice. As they took their first sips, he turned to her with a smile. "So, having fun?"

"Not really." Loona sighed. "Those bitches aren't even the worst of it." Her eyes narrowed at him as something came to her tipsy mind, several something's actually. "Actually, on that note."

Her fist drew back and slugged his arm while he was mid-drink. Naruto choked and scowled at her as his alcohol dripped from his muzzle.

"Loona, what the f–?!"

"Oh no, you don't get to play that card!" Loona growled. Her voice dropped low. "You couldn't fuckin warn me sooner that Vortex was dating Queen Bee?! No, just like ten minutes before I actually meet the bitch?!"

"How was I supposed to know you didn't know? He never fucking keeps it a secret when he's asked!" Naruto grumbled as he wiped his mouth off.

"Well, he didn't tell me!"

"He probably assumed I'd tell you or something. I dunno, I stopped trying to actually fuckin' figure Vortex out years ago." Naruto grumbled and glowered at his bottle. "Shit, that's half the damn drink...Why you always gotta leave me wanting, Loo?"

"Don't change the fucking subject! I thought you two were friends or some shit! Does he even know what happened on Saturday?" Loona asked. He set his bottle down and scowled at her.

"Don't use him as an excuse to be pissed at me. If you're fucking pissed about this just fucking tell me. I deal with enough political mind game bullshit at work," he growled at her. Loona growled back at him.

"Alright. I'm fucking pissed!" She spat and crossed her arms. "Why didn't you tell me what happened on Saturday?"

"I will if you fucking ask, Loona!"

"I did!"

"Wh–For the love of–!" He dragged his hand down his face as he sighed. "Anti-Christ, I'm not telling you the fuckin details over text."

"Then talk."

"Are we seriously doing this right now?"

"Naruto."

"I fucked her in the ass, alright? That's all I fuckin did!" Naruto snarled as he lowered his face to her level. Loona bared teeth back at him, even if she absolutely love-hated that particular mental image. His claws popped up in her peripherals. "It was tight. It was hot. But that's as far as I fucking went. I got her to lay the fuck off for at least a week."

"...You didn't think to maybe tell her to leave you the fuck alone, period?" She growled as she nursed her bottle of Beelze-Juice.

"Oh, come on, Loona, we both fucking know that the Sin won't do that." Naruto scoffed as he straightened up. He took another swift of his own drink. He licked his jowl when he lowered the bottle. "Not with one Demon Deal, anyway."

"Demon Deal?"

"It's a plan one of my Blood Brothers came up with to get her to butt the fuck out of my life."

"You want to let me in on it?" Loona asked, tilting her head as she glared at him. He gave her a flat stare and raised a closed paw.

"Keep giving her angry sex until she's so frustrated she either A)," he flicked a finger up. "Breaks the boundaries of the Deal or B)," his second thick finger shot up. "Gets bored of the constant anal assault."

"...What are the boundaries?"

"She has to get me to submit to her and give it to me in my ass. If she does – which is unlikely – no more complaints or delays on my end." Naruto shrugged. "I'll add more stipulations if she starts trying to alter it."

"That's...Fucking devious." Loona muttered. He nodded and took another swig of his drink.

"Has to be. When you're playing against a Sin, play to Win." He grumbled. "Fuckin' Belphegor's only useful advice...so fuckin understated."

"Right." She looked down at hers. He's got his freedom on the line, of course he's playing hardball. She downed some liquid courage before she asked her next question "Okay, but...what if you lose–?"

"Loona, I'm not going to lose." His certainty and confidence was inspiring, but Loona was pragmatic. He was against a fucking Sin. Naruto sighed and examined his empty bottle. "I never lose with bets like that. It's like some kind of fuckin twisted curse or some shit. My life is utterly ridiculous, y'know."

"What do you mean?"

"My puppy's mother cheated on me for two months before we broke up, then months after that, a new puppy arrived on my doorstep at two AM. Didn't know if she was mine or not." Naruto shrugged and set the empty beer bottle on the counter. "So, I mean, maybe I've got Devil's Luck?"

"Pretty sure that's reserved for Noble demons." Loona scoffed. He rolled his eyes and pulled her into another side-hug. She growled and glared up at him as he glared back.

"Look, maybe I do lose this bet, so what? It doesn't change anything." He brought his muzzle down to rub against hers and her growl lessened as the haze brought about by her alcohol-infused ire started to clear a bit. "I won't leave you for the Sin, and I'll keep you in the loop from now on, alright? I promise."

"...Yeah, okay." She sighed and started to nuzzle back against him. "Don't think this'll get you out of everything. Still didn't tell me if Vortex knows."

"I didn't fuckin' tell him, so let's assume he doesn't know." Naruto huffed. He pulled back and gave her a quick kiss that left her tail wagging. "Anything else?"

"...The Squirt's with her uncles tonight, right?" Loona leered up at him and slipped a hand around his waist into his back pocket. Naruto blinked and then smirked.

"She is, but let's give it another hour before we disappear, huh?" He looked over the crowd of Hounds and scattered other demons around them. "Kind of want to be seen with you."

"Tsk, rather go try and break your bed." Loona grumbled before she pursed her lips. "I said that out loud."

"You certainly did." He chuckled and moved in for what she thought was another kiss, only for him to flip the script and peck the inside of her notched ear. Ooh, that was amazingly different. He chuckled again and spoke low. "One hour, alright? Then we'll bounce back to my place."

"Keep that shit up and we might not make it to your place." Loona grumbled, her ear flicking and her body on fucking fire. She kept a tight arm around his waist. "You want to go mingle? For what, PR?"

"Nope, I just want to be seen with the most beautiful hound in this joint to keep the gold diggers at bay."

"You're so fuckin corny." Loona muttered as she ducked her head into his side. He grinned as he led her toward the dance floor.

"You like it." He teased as a pulse-pounding beat came on. "C'mon, let's dance."

Loona let him lead her into the crowd with a smile on her face. As they swayed and teased each other on the dance floor – he met her attempt at grinding on him with one of his own – she felt any lingering foul mood from earlier melt away. For the first time at this kind of scene, Loona felt like she fit in. She felt like she could actually be one of those happy bitches that boasted about their life on Sinstagram with staged selfies and fake smiles. As she and her boyfriend danced, drank and kissed a bit more, she felt like maybe tonight really wasn't going to be so bad after all.

(Beelzebub's Mansion)

"Ain't no party like a Bee-Lzebub party!" A smaller Hound howled as he slid down a banister. He hit crotch first into the carved hive at the bottom of the stairs and dropped to the ground. A beat passed before he hopped up to his feet. "Whoo! Round two!"

"YEAH!" His Pack of drunk friends cheered him on as he ran back up the stairs.

"Glad you're enjoying it, babe!" Bee called after him with a laugh. "Now, which of you dirty bitches thinks they can out drink–!"

A passing flicker of orange was caught in the corner of her eye and the Queen of Gluttony zeroed in on it. Was that–? It was! The fuck was–? Did she invite him out here tonight? No, she was pretty sure that she never invited that boring, asexual, reproducing shitter to her parties.

So, then what's he doing here? Bee wondered with a frown. She huffed a bit of Good Vibes before she grinned at her Hounds.

"Kegstand contest, bitches! I'll take on the winner!" She cheered and the Hellhounds howled. She soaked up more sweet Vibes and then zipped off to stop in front of the giant orange Not-Hellhound with a scowl on her face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Kurama? Crashing my party? Trying to reneg on the Arrangement?"

"Excuse you?" Black voids with red eyes narrowed. "I am a plus one to this...quaint gathering."

"Of who?"

"That idiot losing in the keg stand contest." Kurama deadpanned, pointing at a small reddish-brown Hellhound that was being held up by a couple of other hounds. "He's a Pack Runner I owe a favor to and didn't have a date. I'd told him I'd come and be his wingman. Furthermore, while I'm here, call me 'Rama'."

"I'm not calling you that." Bee deadpanned.

"Fine, then if you'll excuse me, Queen Beelzebub, I have an old friend to greet." The disguised Shadow – and how long has he been doing that shit for?! Ugh, fuck, Bee hated that she knew so fucking little about the Shadows, but the Sin debriefings Lilith used to host were so fucking boring! – nodded at her and sidestepped around. She glared at his departing back and watched him walk into the crowd. She did a double take when she spotted the Hound he was advancing toward.

The fuck?! Is that how he knew–? Nope, this shit ends now! He's already getting Vortex, he's not getting that Hunk without a fight! Bee snarled and zipped over to land between her Foxy Hunk and 'Rama' – such a fucking stupid name! – before their paws could connect with her partial full form coming out.

"Queen Beelzebub?! W–? It is an honor–!" The Shadow's eyes flashed bright red and his smile became forced. What the fuck is his game?! Ugh, Bee hated the Shadows' subterfuge shit! This is why they should've left all of them to Lucifer and Lilith to deal with!

"Stow it, fuckbag!" Bee snarled as she jabbed a finger into Kurama's face. "You already got one of my chew toys, you're not taking another! Let alone one from my fucking Horde!"

"...Horde?" "Did she say horde?" "He's rich, looks like that and is one of Queen Bee's 'Toys'?" "That lucky fucker!"

"I don't recall that as part of our Fucking Pact, Bee." Foxy grumbled.

Bee rounded on him with a snarl – two questions came to her mind once she looked him over: one, who invited this goddamn cunt-tease without telling her? She wanted words; Two, who gave him the bright idea to wear that sexy, tight A.F., black muscle-shirt and those jeans? Because Bee wanted to give them a giant thank you chicken. Or fuck. Or a bottle of booze. She wanted to thank them, bottom line. – and ignored his sexy angry bared teeth because she couldn't act on the fucking way that stirred her up because of the fucking Deal!

"You agreed to that when I saved you from the fucking building, dipshit–Oh, hey it's cutie cream pie!" Bee put a lid on her spice for a second and waved at Vortex's cute little friend. Still large and in charge, but this was just a quick interlude. "Having fun?"

"...I was." Cream muttered and took a step closer to Foxy. Ooh, did they just meet? Bee was so down to have a foursome fun time tonight!

"Well, don't let me stop you." Bee grinned and then glared back at Kurama, Spice mode activated. "You, however, get the fuck out."

"Rama hasn't fucking done anything."

"Unless you want Saturday to be a public event, shut the fuck up, Na-Ru-To." Bee snarled. He snarled back – the fucking balls on him, she knew they were big but clearly brassy, too! Fuck, the rematch that she was going to win was going to be so fuckin' awesome! – and his tail flicked. Bee glared down at Kurama. "Get. The fuck. Out of my house!"

"...Well, if our Queen demands it," the shitter put on a slimy ass grin before he bowed. "Of course." He stood and looked past her at Foxy and Cream. "Naruto, as always, you have my number." He what?! Bee made a wordless snarl, oh she was going to wring Foxy dry. "Loona, a pleasure to meet you."

A bright red spiral spread into existence behind him and he half-stepped into it. Bee heard her Hounds whisper about 'The Dealer' and a few wondered why 'Rama' got kicked? Because he was a fucking DICK, that's why! The smarmy shitter looked at her left foot and grinned.

"Vortex...See you soon."

Bee would've eradicated him then and there if he stuck around. Or tried to. Maybe. Ugh and now the vibes were all off! Fucking dammit. Bee blew out the Spice in her nature and shrank as she did, then looked around grinning.

"The fuck are you bitches staring at? I thought this was a party?!" She asked with a raise of her arms. Obedient as they were, a majority of the Hounds cheered and got back to it. Bee smiled and let the Good Vibes rise up again, before she turned to her favorite chew toy.

"..Sonovabitch.." Vortex muttered, his good eye wide. He looked at her in shock. "Rama?! I was given to fuckin 'Rama'?! You knew the Dealer was-of course you knew."

"Babe–" Bee frowned and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, I didn't know that shitter had a Hound disguise–"

"The fuck do you mean, 'Hound Disguise'?" Ah, and there was her favorite insubordinate – she was so going to fucking win this Saturday! – fucker. Bee turned to grin at him and ignored the glare he had leveled at her. He glanced to the side and met Vortex's gaze, the glare lightened. "Vortex–"

"Did you know Rama was one of these Shadow fucks?" Vortex growled. Annnd Foxy was glaring again. Growling too. Why wou–Oh, shit. Right. Dominance display. ..Fuck that should not make her as hot as it does.

"No, asshole, what the fuck even is a Shadow?" He growled back. His eyes flashed and Vortex cut his growl. Bee's number one crossed his arms in discontent. Foxy relaxed a bit while his arm fell over Cream's shoulders...Hm. That seemed...really familiar.

"Bee?" Vortex nudged her. "You wanna tell him?"

"Huh? What? No, Vortex, I don't want to fucking talk about Kurama." Bee spat with a scowl. She quickly found Foxy glaring at her again. Whatever the reason, she wasn't going to lose this small match up. She started to grin as she glared back. Yeah, he could keep that up all he wanted, come Saturday that ass was hers. A softer growl caught her ear and she caught sight of Cream's own bared teeth. What the fu–? Bee glared at her and lost her grin. "The fuck is your problem, Sour Cream? You got beef?"

"...No." Sour Cream grunted as she kept a small glare up for a minute before she leaned on Foxy. "Babe, can we go? I don't feel so hot."

"..Yeah. We can go." Foxy grunted as his glare flicked between Bee and Vortex. He tucked Sour Cream under one of his fuck-off arms and huffed put a partial snarl. "Vortex, have a good night." His eyes flashed as he glared at her. "Bee."

"See you Saturday, Na-Ru-To." Bee purred with a grin. He flipped her off before he took Sour Cream and dipped for the front door. Huh, good for them. Shame about Foxy's supposed girlfriend–Bee froze and groaned into her hand. "Oh, fucking duh! That was his girlfriend. No wonder Sour Cream got pissy."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You didn't know?"

"I knew she had a boyfriend but–Huh. Good for him." Vortex crossed his arms. He then looked at Bee. "What's happening on Saturday?"

"Oh, I'm just going to make him my bitch. Get payback for the waste of two hours on Sunday it took for me to bounce back from the constant anal reaming I got last Saturday." Bee waved her upper right hand. "No big deal."

"...Do I want to know what happened Last Saturday?" He asked, arching his scarred brow.

"Probably not. Doesn't matter anyway. Let's go dance, Babe!" Bee grinned – she was so fucking over these lame downer vibes, time to immerse herself and her chew toy in the good kush – and pulled him into the dancing pit.

(Greed, Knolastname Manor)

"So kind of you to join me, Mr. Hugh-Gah." The crimson Imp smiled at the beige-coated Hellhound seated across from him.

"It is pronounced Hyuga."

"Eh, tomato, potato," the Imp crime lord waved off his own fuckup. He steepled his fingers with a grin that made his golden tooth glint. "So, your company needs some reliable storage to work with? And you're willing to pay stacks to protect it, right?"

"Yes." The Hound narrowed his pale eyes. The guards behind him kept their assault weapons down and exposed, but disciplined fingers hovered over triggers. It was a clause that the crime lord couldn't get the dumb mutt to budge on. "I am willing to pay, as you say, stacks."

"Great! Then we can do business without guns. Doesn't that sound nice?" The crimson Imp asked with a tilt of his head. The Hyuga closed his eyes and smirked.

"Yes. Just you and I, I presume?"

"Of course."

"If your men step out first, mine will, naturally, follow."

"Wonderful." The Crime Lord grinned. He snapped his fingers and his men stepped out in file. The two armed mutts with Hyuga followed as he said they would. A reasonable price was negotiated, and the Imp ground his teeth, this price was too low. The disrespect of this mutt was too much. The Crime Lord fiddled with a hidden revolver beneath his desk while Hyuga reached into his jacket to pull out a pen to sign the arrangement. He was about to put this old dog down when he suddenly spoke.

"Did you know that Lucifer once had to have a sit down with Satan, early in their tenure as the Seven Sins?"

"..Eh?"

"Yes. I believe it was because Satan kept pushing Lucifer's buttons. Kept testing his temper. Until finally Satan crossed the line." Hyuga clicked his pen throughout the dribble. His stoic monotone was putting the crime lord to sleep. "He threatened The Queen, who, if memory serves correct, was very pregnant."

"Eh, yeah, would've saved us some fuckin headaches."

"..I see." Hyuga clicked his pen one last time and started to gently twirl it between his fingers. "Tell me, Crimson, are you a father?"

"Yeah, I got a worthless waste of spawn runnin around somewhere." Crimson grumbled as he struggled to keep his eyelids open. He could've sworn he slept well last night, so what the fuck? "What's it to you?"

"Nothing. I needed to make sure you were exactly the Imp I wanted to kill." Hyuga sighed. "Alas, I was told I could only maim."

"...Wha–Arrrgh!" Sharp stinging pain in his right eye brought him from his dazed confusion. The pen! The pen that fuckin fancy dressed mutt had was in his fucking eye! It dug around and Crimson – though he would never fucking admit it – screamed. The digging stopped and the pen was stabbed into his left hand, nailed it to the arm of his chair. He reached for the gun under the desk, only to grasp at air and the fine suit the blind-looking mutt wore.

"You have upset so many Hellhounds, Crimson." The fuckin dead dog sighed as the door opened. Crimson looked through spotty vision as the two armed and now blood spackled Hellhounds he arrived with stepped in. Where were–? Well, upside, he didn't have to keep paying those dead fucks. Ugh, if only his right hand man weren't out securing their docks! His actual right hand was stomped on and broken by the dead dog that blinded him. "Particularly, myself. Let this be a sufficient reminder...Every Hellpup has a family. You picked the wrong one to go after. And you picked the worst to attack."

"I didn't do Jack shit!"

"Not true. Word of advice, Crimson. You can silence any demon, but the money always talks." Hyuga pulled his pen out and wiped it on Crimson's shirt. "Oh, and...you may want to call emergency services...if Greed has them. You have about forty-five minutes to save your left eye."

"What the fuck does that me–?!"

Squeltch, a ball fell in his broken right hand.

"Have a good day, Crimson. I believe I'll take my business elsewhere. Gentlemen?" Hyuga said to the two hounds before they walked out. As his stabbed hand awkwardly dug around in his pocket for his phone, Crimson grit his teeth and snarled.

"...I fuckin hate them fuckin dogs..."

AN: there, Bee's Party is done! Or at least one of them. And hey! Hiashi redemption arc? Hiashi redemption arc!

Yaaaaay!

Thanks for reading!