AN: Two days and a parasitic infestation later, here it is! The christmas –er, Sinsmas special...God-damn, I hate that the holiday name actually WORKED with the title of that ep. I had plans, then that chapter had to get scrapped...Well, I got a dump fic now, it might show up there next year. maybe.

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?

Is X-Mas Ready?!

(Then: Gluttony, Rave Town)

A loud honk of a car horn stirred many from their sleep. Curious, the Hounds that resided in Rave Town poked their muzzles out into the cold early morning. Those that were still half-asleep were met with bottles to the face and those that had good enough reflexes caught the drinks easily.

"AWOO! SINSMAS! YEAH!" A hound roared as his pack raced down the street in a shitty beater. He and another threw bottles from a bag at hounds they passed. Clearly, they were already heavily invested in the holiday. "DRINK AT THE HOWLS! AWOOO"

"Yeah!"

"Merry Sinsmas!"

"Thanks for the free booze, you crazy bastards!"

As they cleared that street and rounded a bend, the next street had a small shack with a stoop at the front. Atop that stoop, waiting for the rowdy spirited Hellhounds in the shadow of the early day was a large Hound that was half dressed and glaring at the approaching celebrators. In his dark furred paw was a bottle of his own, only this one had a flaming rag stuffed into the open head. He pulled his arm back and chucked the makeshift molotov with an arch. It hit the hood and shattered, the alcohol that was spread across the metal lid went up in flames. The surprise assault had the driver, drunk as he was, panic and swerve off of the road, into a nearby powerline pole. His friends were sent flying from the vehicle into an abandoned storefront's window. The driver frantically got out and slipped on some brake fluid.

Many of the hounds who were grateful for the free drink to add to their endless meals for the coming holiday looked at the one that threw the bottle. The large fox-like Hellhound was wearing only a pair of lounge pants, showing off his bandaged physique. Some who were going to shout in outrage immediately shrank back as the glowing blue eyes landed on them, and when his massive teeth were bared, they deterred even more. Those who weren't that offended walked back to their early mornings, deciding to accept their gifts and go about their days. Satisfied he wouldn't be interrupted, the Hound stormed from his stoop and approached the drunken driver. He snagged the smaller hound by the scruff and hoisted him into the air.

"It. Isn't. Even. Four." The eight-foot tall, freshly turned eighteen year old Naruto Uzumaki snarled into his captured quarry's face. The young drunk, easily a few months shy of actually being able to get away – legally – with public drinking, curled where he was held.

"I-It's S-Sinsmas."

"Do I look like I give a shit what fucking day it is?!" Naruto roared, causing more heads to poke out to investigate. He jostled the hound in his grasp and pointed at the burning vehicle. "That's what I think of your stupid ass celebrating fucking Sinsmas at four in the fucking morning! I just got back from a rotation detail in fuckin Wrath, four days of no sleep, fighting Hell-cattle rustling Imps who were way more fuckin' armed than they should've fuckin' been, y'know! I was planning on sleeping in today until my fuckin pup woke me up! Now, thanks to your pack's festive asses, guess who woke up early?!"

"...Yo-you?"

"Only because of her, dumbass!" The taller Hellhound growled. "Thanks to you festive fuckwits, I have to go buy a fuckin horde's worth of crap for her to stuff herself stupid with at four in the fuckin morning, y'know!"

"I...Th-that's not my f–"

"If you're about to suggest it isn't your fault or your problem, or that of any other fucker that can hear me, guess fuckin' what?! It became all of your problem, when you and your stupid fuckin friends made it my problem, y'know!" The larger hound snarled. He panted for a moment as his rant came to a head. Then, he suddenly grinned. It was a manic, exhausted grin that boded very ill for all who saw it, and his eyes literally lit up. "Yeah, actually, yeah! There's a fuckin novel idea! It is your problem now, y'know! Say, I got good news for ya, dipshit, you just got yourself a fuckin' job!"

"I-I can'–"

"If you fuckin try to run away from this? From me?" Naruto leaned in and took a deep, audible sniff. He made eye contact with the terrified young hound. "I will find you." He bared teeth again and put his nose to the younger hound's. "You don't want me to come find you. Because if you think Hell sucks now? Oh, buddy...Ooh, pal, you're in for a very fuckin rude wake up call. You understand?"

"...Uh-huh." The terrified young hound nodded.

"Great! What's your name, dipshit?"

"M-Mitchel–"

"Wrong!" Naruto barked, once more pushing his snout onto Mitch's and glaring into the younger hound's eyes. He poked a sharpened claw into Mitch's chest. "Your name is Bitch. You got your phone, Bitch?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Give it." His eyes narrowed when the other hound hesitated. "Now, Bitch! And make sure it's unlocked!"

A cheap hellphone was slapped into Naruto's outstretched claw. He glanced down at it and opened the contacts application. A brow arched at one of the more recently contacted numbers.

"You got your mother's number in here?"

"Y-Yeah. I...I was adopted last month."

"Hounds?" Unlikely, but still worth asking.

"Imps. Small family, Ma and Mom. They operate a-a bakery in Biz-Bowl, but it keeps gettin' robbed by Packs."

"Got themselves cheap security and a work around the joys of pregnancy. Smart ladies." The older hound hummed. His eyes narrowed, a dangerous gleam to them. "They treatin' you well?"

"...B-Better than I expected. Keep me fed, help me study post-ed, let me hang with them in their house." Mitchel nodded slowly. The taller hound relaxed a bit.

"That's good." He nodded and then his eyes narrowed. He entered a number into the contacts, then locked the phone and shoved it back into Mitchel's claws. "...When you're getting my groceries, you call 'em. I do not give a flying nergal's fuck if they're sleepin', y'know. You tell them what you fuckin' did before four in the morning today." Naruto glanced at the car, then back at Mitchel. "Is that theirs?"

"Fuck, no! No! It's um... It's Stevie's." Mitchel pointed into the window at a groaning beagle-like Hellhound that had a shard of glass the size of his head in his ribs. "He um...procured it from an impound lot he works at."

"Hm...I'm-a text you a grocery list. You got credit?"

"N-No."

"Any of your festive friends?"

"Y-Yeah. D-Doug, he got the beers."

"Grab it. If he fights you? Make 'im regret it, y'know?" Naruto ordered as he let Mitchel down. The smaller hound gulped and scrambled into the broken storefront. The taller Hound waited and glanced back at his house, before he looked back when there was a sharp yelp. Mitchel pulled himself back out of the broken window, blood stained his hands and shirt. He held a bloody card up.

"He's not..not gonna be fighting me again."

Naruto didn't bat an eye – Hounds died all the time for less, this one died to help his puppy celebrate Sinsmas after he woke her up so fucking early; he should count himself lucky it was done by a friend – and took it. He wiped it off and then handed it back. Mitchel took the card, only to stop when Naruto didn't release it.

"Remember, Bitch. I have your scent." Naruto narrowed his eyes and flashed his fangs. "If you run...Your mothers' bakery might suffer for it."

"Don't fuckin' hurt–!" A claw tapped Mitchel on the nose and blue eyes narrowed.

"Get my groceries, Bitch. Don't dawdle, don't get robbed. Get the goods, call your family. Easiest fuckin' job in all of the Rings, so don't fuck it up." Naruto growled and released the card. Mitchel stumbled back and looked down at the card in his hand. He looked up to see the Hound walking back to his shack, and stopped at the door. "You got three hours once you get the list, Bitch! If I were you, I'd start running. Now!"

Mitchel didn't run, he hauled ass.

(Then: Pride, Imp City, Buckzo Apartment)

"Ugh, why isn't there more food in this dump?!" A eighteen year old Loona growled as she tore through the apartment cabinets.

"Food?" Blitzø, in the midst of making makeshift Molotov cocktails out of expired beer and ruined clothes, looked up from his project. He watched his Hellhound daughter of with a hint of concern. "Loona, honey, I'm all about getting in the spirit of Sinsmas, but you should save your Wrath for the chucklefucks at the V's Outlet, like I am. Come on over here and help me make some molotovs."

"Blitzø, I fucking told you, I don't celebrate Wrath."

"Okay, well, embrace your Pride and be the bestest daughter–"

"Dumbass!" Loona whirled around to glare at him. "I'm a Hellhound! I celebrate Gluttony!"

"...Ohh...Shit, I didn't think of that." Blitzø rubbed his chin. He stood up and started to pace. "Okay, then we need to stock up on goods. The best and cheapest way to do that is..?"

"Go out and buy it?"

"Go out and steal it! Brilliant idea, Loony-toony!" Blitzø cheered as he ran over to give his girl a big ol hug. He got a large foot to the gut for his troubles. He was knocked off of his feet and landed on the ground with a grunt. Through a squinted eye, Blitzø grinned weakly and wheezed up at her. "Thanks sweetie! Great form!"

"Argh, just get the fucking keys so we can go get some food and beer!"

"You got it, Loony-Poo. Ugh, and my ribs. Oof, really got my ribs."

(Now: Gluttony, Business Boulevard, Wild Things Facilitated)

The Hellhounds of Wild Things Facilitated were easily summed up in a heavily paraphrased quote: they were the best at what they do and they liked getting paid to do it. That said, the Teams of the infamous P.M.C. all had a tradition they participated in going on four years strong around this time of year. Sinsmas on its own was fun and all, but a few jobs the company performed up on Earth around this time of year expanded every full employee's horizons. Sure, the listed members will still celebrate their Sins on this day of days, but as they've observed of the mortal's holidays, they can tighten up their closely knit 'Pack Bonds' with more... egregious methods.

By that, dear readers, it means there was an office party to end all office parties. Each species employed would celebrate the Sin they hailed from in various ways: The Wrathful Imps would delegate an entire floor to a free for all game of 'Assassin' – Panic was, surprisingly, the long standing champion; The lone Envy-descended Cookwould commandeer the security room and watch the others partake, making notes of issues to bring up with the Boss later; The Succubi and Incubi would be absent, as not a single employee wanted to risk Himawari's premature exposure to a Lust Orgy; the few that celebrated Pride would take the second-to-top floor and conduct business as usual; Shikamaru took the finally refurbished top floor office suite to nap away the day unless absolutely needed; and without a Greedy soul present after Team Delta's demise, that left the Gluttonous Hellhounds to indulge their iron guts on the other floors.

Deck the halls with the sounds of metal!

Fah-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la!

'Tis the season to be bru-tal!

Fah-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la!

Music blared through the Rec Floor's speakers as Mouse chugged a keg while maintaining the tunes. Holding him by his feet, Deimos and Buster were egging him on. Nearby, Chase and Choji had a food-off, the diminutive female of Team Beta was determined to out-eat her larger companion after a few jabs at her 'Gluttonous' spirit. Keeping an ear on the party, Priscilla kept a smile on her face as she and her girlfriend, Hana, sat in a corner playing a drinking game with Mitchel, Kayne and Kodiak, and gossiping about Riza and E.T., who were arguing in the other corner over a six pack of Beelzejuice. The Hellhounds did their best not to think about what was happening down in medical, where their boss and his daughter were visiting the still comatose Public Relations official and unofficial head of Espionage lay.

It was a solemn thing to learn he had been unconscious for almost two months...

(Then: Gluttony, Hellhound Hills)

Himawari's sixth birthday party was thus far, going off without a hitch. His puppy and her friends had a shitload of fun with the inflatable – not to mention, Hellpup claw and tooth proof – bounce castle he'd rented for them. There were quite a few puppies that had arrived with their mothers in tow without their fathers, save for Aspen.

His father, Christopher, showed without the bitch Fifi at his side and dropped a hint that things weren't going well for the marriage once he got an explanation from her for what happened. It also helped that Aspen wasn't harmed and that his attitude had turned around after Naruto's little 'intervention'. The Rottweiler-like Hound also asked if Wild Things' was looking to expand their financial department, which resulted in Naruto countering with an offer of employment. A firm handshake, some Beelzejuice and a couple of muttered jokes at the 'gossiping' mothers' expense – apparently Christopher was just as appealing to a few of thirsty bitches that had shown solely to take a crack at the rich and 'single' father of the birthday puppy – put the hosting Hound's assault on the visitor behind them... so long as Naruto paid Christopher back for the damages to his SUV. That was a more than fair bargain for the taller Hound.

After Pickle's age bracket of friends showed up with their mothers – and Christopher – in tow, a few of Naruto's hard-working Hounds started to trickle in for their visits. He'd wondered why there seemed to be a skeleton crew of mostly non-hounds and Lancers working today. Now he knew.

Rios and Salem were the first of his 'horde' to arrive and all but commandeered the grill. Naruto didn't even pretend to fight them off – Salem was the only Hound that knew how to grill a proper Nuked Burger – but he had rethought that once he realized he'd lost his 'grilling' excuses to get out of chatting with the bored, sex-deprieved mothers. Worse yet, Salem and Rios very publicly displayed their devotion to each other.

Fucking bastards.

Rex arrived soon after, with gifts from the rest of Alpha and a couple of other on-duty Team members in a sack that he dumped on the gift table before he tore into the bounce house like the oversized puppy he was. It threw Naruto for a loop; he was certain his 'Third' would be all over flirting and distracting the She-Hounds that were starting to wear away at his self-control out of sheer annoyance while Christopher looked about two drinks away from taking one into his shed. If he had any sense of control, he'd take it to his own car before he tried to start something on Naruto's property; he liked the guy, but he would absolutely knock him out again if he needed to.

Choji, Shikamaru, Maureen and Virgil arrived shortly after that, with the latter telling him all about her new prospective Parents – just a few more weeks before the system finished filing the paperwork, gotta love the bureaucracy of Hell – while the mothers granted him, Christopher and the absent Rex a reprieve from their horrendous and not in the slightest bit subtle flirts to dote on the almost overwhelmed mixed Hound toddler.

Finally, Priscilla showed up with her girlfriend Hana Inuzuka – that first date he'd inadvertently set them up on had gone extremely well, apparently – who he would later be happy to learn had absolutely no recollection of his wayward youth, to her girlfriend's chagrin. More importantly, with them hitching a ride to avoid being followed by her at-times overbearing father was his girlfriend.

Who was also, naturally, the only late arrival that Himawari personally ventured out of the playful puppy pile to greet.

"Miss Loona! Miss Loona! Miss Loona!"

Naruto laughed as his Pickle shot past him in his steady stride to greet his girlfriend. Loona, properly braced for once, caught and spun with the six-year-old's momentum. It would seem she only needed to be knocked down a few times before she figured out how to handle the 'Inevitable Pickle Missile'.

"Hey, Squirt!" The older She-Hound smiled as the two nuzzled into each other's faces, with the six-year-old puppy letting out happy whines and licks as she did. If one didn't know better, they'd think the two had been separated for months, maybe even years, not just a mere three days. Loona pushed her nose against Himawari's cheek, and gave a little kiss if that blurred wagging tail was anything to go by, before she grinned at the pup. "Happy Birthday, Heema."

"Thank you!" Pickle giggled as her ears perked and she held Loona's arm in her claws. "Are you sleeping over again tonight? It's Friday! You can stay tonight! Right, Daddy?"

"Oh, far be it for me to deny my birthday girl any guests at her sleepover tonight." Naruto joked as he got within arms' reach of them. Once he did, he pulled both of his girls into a hug, making sure to sandwich the birthday girl as he did. A happy rumble overcame his entire being as his tail started to wag as he kissed his girlfriend's notched ear. "Missed you, Loo."

"Hey, Babe. Missed you, too." Loona let out a happy rumble of her own as she nipped his neck when he dipped his head to nuzzle at her cheek. Her tail-tip wagged against his swooshing, oversized bottle-brush of a tail. She pulled back to look him in the eye. "Fun party?"

"Oh, you know me, I'm not much of a Party Hound," he said before he captured her lips in a long overdue kiss. Himawari's overstimulated panting was muffled by the two Hellhounds pressed against each other and her until she started to fuss and whine. Realizing their embrace was going to be cut short once he broke the kiss, Naruto shifted to keep Loona affixed to his side before she let Pickle go back to the rambunctious group of Pups that awaited her. And Rex.

"I'll fix that eventually," Loona said with a hum as she leaned into his side and wrapped her arm around his waist while his rested around her shoulders. Hana, the tall tan-furred wolf-like Hellhound, cooed and leaned against Priscilla.

"Oh, fuck, I knew she was a family friend, but is this bitch his nauseatingly cute girlfriend you told me about?" she asked.

"Disgusting, isn't it?" Priscilla huffed as she crossed her arms and smirked at him. He huffed back at her and flashed a bit of fang playfully while Loona growled out a threat. He scratched her exposed stomach a bit to catch her short fuse before it started to burn.

"They're just messin, Loo, calm down." He craned down to kiss her cheek. He furrowed his brow as he straightened up and scrutinized her. "Did you get taller?"

"Mm, maybe?" She frowned and reached over her right shoulder with her left claws to roll in in a loose stretch. "My legs and back have been hurting the past few days...I thought it was because of that stupid fucking shot."

Ah yes, part of the reason they hadn't seen each other was because Loona had to go to Sloth for her Hellbies shot. She'd stayed in contact through text because apparently she had a cone for the duration of her time away. Although, if that were true, how did she know what letters to press and not screw up any of her texts? Did she use voice-to-chat? ...They had some really hot sexting going on, so he really hoped not.

"Well, at least you won't have to get it again." Naruto scratched at her back and she leaned into him. She craned her head up and he brought his lips down to hers for another chaste kiss. Then, he gently pushed his nose down on hers as he hummed. "Next time, just let us come with you. Pickle was so worried."

"Oh, Pickle was worried, was she?" Loona arched her eyebrow, as she pushed back. He smirked and snuck another kiss.

"Well, I knew you'd handle yourself fine despite your trypanopho–."

"Finish saying that word and I'm spending the night with Pickle's slumber party group." The gleam in his girlfriend's eyes promised nothing good. Naruto huffed and pulled away.

"You'd leave me to fend for myself? Alone in my big comfy bed? You, Loona, are a bitch."

"And don't you fuckin forget it," she said with a smirk as she jabbed him in the gut with a claw. She crossed her arms. "So, who are the jealous sluts I can feel giving me the stink eye? And how drunk do I have to be to get away with maiming them?"

"I would really rather avoid you maiming anyone at Pickle's party. Save that for if you need to come to a school thing with me," he said with another smirk as he guided her toward the rest of the party. As they walked, he felt her hackles rise and arched a brow when she let out a low growl. "You alright?"

"That's that kid, right?" Her eyes were zeroed in on Aspen. Uh, why was–? "The one that called her–"

"I handled that. You don't need to worry about it." He warned her as she crossed her arms and he leaned against the table. "What the fuck is going on with you, Loo? You were fine less than a minute ago."

"I…fuck, I don't know. I'm just, ugh, pissed and I need to fight something!" Loona growled as she threw her arms up. "Blitzø benched me after that stupid shot and our benefactor got put in the hospital. Would've loved to hunt down the fucker that did it.."

"Right, hold that thought. It's the Doc, he wouldn't call unless he was important," Naruto said as he pulled his phone out when his watch went off. With a shrug and smile at his huffing girlfriend, he tried to open the call with a dumb joke: "Hey, Doc, I said to just bill me for anything that came up today."

"Mr. Uzumaki, terribly sorry to interrupt the celebrations, but I need you here for a blood transfusion."

"..The fuck do you mean? My blood isn't good for anyone except for Pickle and–" Naruto cut himself off when realization struck. He felt his body go ramrod straight and his jaw clenched tight as he shifted to business mode. "I'm on my way. I'll call you back in five minutes, doc."

"Very well. He's stable for now, but we need that blood."

"Right." Naruto hung up his phone and snarled as he rubbed his face. Loona arched her brow in silent question and he grumbled his explanation. "The dumbass, arrogant motherfucking nitwit I call my grandfather just got himself admitted to the Doc's office. Unwillingly, I'd presume. They need a blood transfusion."

"..That..sounds serious." Loona muttered, frowning.

"It is." He sighed and pulled her in for a hug. "Hate to ditch just after you got here, but–"

"Go, babe." Loona pushed him back, reached up and cupped his jaw before she kissed him softly. He held her hips as he returned it, and he almost let out a whine when she pulled away. She rubbed a thumb along the top marking on his cheek. "I'll watch the Squirt and the others, keep them entertained for you."

"...I want pictures and video..."

"As if I'd not do that." Loona snorted and pulled him in for another kiss. "We'll be here when you get back."

"You're too good for me," he mumbled as he cupped her face and kissed her one more time. Once he broke the kiss, he reluctantly ventured out to the bounce house that the puppies were roughing around in with Rex and let out a sharp, piercing whistle. Rex and Himawari were both in front of him in record time, with Priscilla, Choji, Shikamaru and Maureen coming up to half circle around him. Naruto gave his attention to his Hounds, first.

"Nairod called, needs me to go in to help with a medical emergency." He held a hand up before the others could ask for details. "The patient needs my blood."

The four understood immediately after that.

"We can keep the families preoccupied. Rex, keep distracting the pups." Priscilla advised. He nodded and turned around to rejoin the fun before the puppies got curious. She looked at Shikamaru and Choji. "You two, stay with Maureen and Virgil."

"Like we needed orders for that." The lone Baphomet drawled as he pulled a cigarette out and lit it. He met Naruto's gaze. "Keep us informed."

"I'll do my best." He nodded before he smiled at Maureen and put a hand on her shoulder. "Think you can reach out to the other 'Probies' for me?"

Probies were 'provisional newbies' or, essentially, freshly of age Hounds that he kept tabs on and his company had made offers to. Maureen, once she got her degree in management, was going to be an office lead depending on the department she chose. There were at least six others that had the same sort of vetted sponsorship from him, personally, and that all of them were also former Pack Pups was no coincidence.

"Pretty sure Fargas and Vilk are working, but Tanner has the other's numbers." Maureen mumbled as she nodded and chewed her lip. "But we can get the word out. Whatever it is."

"There might be some openings for new Lancers soon. That does not mean you can shirk your studies." Naruto warned her when he saw her eyes light up. She had potential Imp sponsors coming in to cover her educational costs, and if she joined Wild Things as a freelancer, she'd make at least eight times as much as she did currently and get further training alongside Team Beta. The two members present didn't seem thrilled by the idea, but they'd get over it; if he was right and there was another leak in his company, they'd want the extra staff trained and on hand before they cleaned house.

"I'll let them know." Maureen nodded as her tail wagged. She looked up at the frowning Choji and grabbed his paw. "C'mon, Papa Cho, let's go save Virgil from those crazy bitches."

"We're talking about this later, Naruto," The gentle giant grumbled.

As Shikamaru went off after them to hopefully soothe his partner's ire, Naruto looked down at the now unsettled and shifting puppy that had been very good and very patient. He knelt down and held his arms open.

"C'mere, Pickle–Ohh, Baby Girl, shh." Naruto cooed as he rubbed his puppy's back when she barreled into him with soft whines. He nuzzled her head and gave her a gentle lick before he kissed the crown of her head. "I'm sorry, baby. That was so intense for you, but you did so good waiting. What a good girl you are."

"Why're you goin', Daddy? Why does Doctor Nairod need your b-blood?" Himawari whimpered as she looked up at him, her blue eyes brimmed with tears. He smiled at her and gently scratched her behind the ear, right by that damn scar that reminded him of all the shit she's been through lately. She was six years old, still a puppy, still his baby girl.

She deserves the truth, he thought bitterly. With a sigh he gently guided her back and held her shoulders as he looked her in the eye.

"Pickle," Naruto said to hold her attention. "Grump got really hurt while he was on a mission."

"Grump's hurt?!" Himawari cried and there's the hellcat out of the bag. Well, that's on Naruto. He could've taken her inside to talk about this.

"Shh, it's okay," he said, rubbing her cheek and bringing her in for another kiss on the head. He nuzzled her and let her nuzzle back. "Daddy's going to go help him get better. He'd not want you to worry about him, right? Then he'd be a Grumpy Grump and we don't want that, do we?"

"N-no." Himawari sniffled and rubbed tears from her eyes. Naruto smiled proudly at his puppy; she was growing up so fucking fast and he both loved and hated every second of it.

"Loona's gonna stay with you, okay? I'll try to be back before bedtime, but I have a super special mission just for you, birthday girl." Naruto grinned as he kept his voice low and gently lifted his daughter's chin so she'd look him in the eye. "Even if you're sad or scared or worried, you can't let the other Puppies know. You have to trick all of them into thinking you had the best birthday ever. Can you do that for me, Pickle?"

"I can do it." She mumbled with another sniff. He arched his brow, narrowed his eyes and tilted his head.

"Can you? You sounded awfully sad just now."

"I can do it, Daddy!" Himawari growled and glared at him. He growled back until she stopped, then he grinned and kissed her on the head again.

"You can do it. Daddy loves you, Pickle."

"Always?" she asked softly.

"Always." He nodded. He held his arms out a bit. "Okay, give a big hug to Daddy so I can give it to Grump for you."

After that parting hug with his daughter, a brief apology to Christopher and one last embrace with his girlfriend, Naruto forced himself to get in his car, leave his daughter's birthday party and drive to back his damn office to help keep his stupid grandfather breathing.

"Better have a goddamn good explanation for this, Toad." Naruto grumbled as he peeled away from his house.

(Now: Gluttony, Business Boulevard, Wild Things Facilitated)

At the chime of a bell on her watch, Priscilla stood up with a quick kiss on Hana's cheek and a promise to return in time to take her turn in the game. Then she strode over to the elevator, took the lift down to the main floor and walked over to the secretary desk to disable the automated security that had restrained three Imps and one familiar Hound via robotic limbs that pinned them in various sexual positions. Before she lifted the security, Priscillia looked the captive demons over and assessed their situations.

The first Imp, a short white-haired male that reminded her too much of their slave – that is always going to be how Priscilla refers to that particular crime lord; fucker dropped a building on her and her pack, deal with it – in Greed, was forced into doggy-style and had a look crossed of mortified arousal with the band that covered his mouth. The lone female was spread eagle on her back and cursing colorfully into the rubber ball gag that was wrapped around her mouth. Like the female, the tallest male of the three Imps had distorted curses ringing into the air thanks to his ring gag, but he also had tears in his eyes since he was forced to bend over backwards and grab his ankles into a tight fuckball. That did not look comfortable. Priscilla gave him a sympathetic glance for all of two seconds before she looked at the lone Hellhound, stuck upright with a muzzle over her mouth and her arms bound behind her back.

"Well, I don't know how well he'll take to the Imps for a Sinsmas gift, but a pretty pup like you might keep the boss entertained." Priscilla smirked at the Hellhound that glared glowing red eyes at her as she growled behind the muzzle. The Personal Assistant to the CEO and Founder of the Wild Things Facilitated Private Military Company let out a soft chuckle and released the binds with a press of a button, as well as disabling the silent alarm. The humiliated quartet all rubbed their various restrained joints while Priscilla crossed her arms. "You know, most Demons respect the 'Closed For The Holiday' sign we have out front. Breaking the door's lock was unnecessary. I mean, didn't you get a keycard?"

"Yes." Loona growled at her as she rubbed her wrist. She glared at the groaning tall imp that had flopped onto his face after he was allowed to unroll. "That idiot didn't listen to me when I told him to wait."

"Moxxie wanted to use his new lockpick kit…"

"Sir, I did not. You wanted to use my new lockpick kit. And broke it. Just like the last one!" The short Imp, Moxxie, protested where he was kneeling and covering his–Oh, that's adorable. He wouldn't meet Priscilla's eyes!

"Well, Loona we expected at some point, maybe," Priscilla said with a shrug as Loona scowled at her. "You've got your own life, you don't have to spend it twenty-four seven with your partner."

"I wanted to spend Sinsmas with other Hellhounds." Loona grumbled as she crossed her arms. The Imp groaning on the floor hopped back to his feet and pointed at Priscilla.

"Bitch, I got two fuckin' questions for you: One!" The tall Imp held a finger up. "Who the fuck do you think you are having that kind of fucked up security in your office when there's nobody fucking here?"

"...This is the lobby," Priscilla said flatly. He blinked and she rolled her eyes. "The entire building belongs to the company."

"...How the fuck do you afford that?"

"Is that your second question?"

"Er, uh...dammit, no!" The tall Imp grumbled as he started brushing himself off. "Where did you get that security hookup?"

"Custom order achieved by a collaborative effort with Asmodeus Advances in the Lust Rings," Priscilla said as she adjusted her glasses. "Now, the three of you Imps I can have taken away for trespassing on private property, breaking and entering, and interfering in Sin business–"

"What?! Bullshit, bitch, you ain't got nothin! There's no one fuckin here!" The Tall Imp protested while Loona groaned into her hand.

"Yeah, I mean, if you want us to get violent, we can get violent." The female Imp smiled sinisterly as she drew a knife. Nice model.

"Uh, Sir, Honey? Need I remind you both why we really shouldn't pick a fight here?" Moxxie asked. "This place is also owned by Loona's friend–"

"Boyfriend." The She-Hound corrected the Imp with a scowl. Good on her, shame he didn't seem to acknowledge it.

"Who, might I remind you both, is the grandson of the Imp-Eater!" The short Imp grabbed the female and shook her violently. "Millie, hello! Sinsmas or not, I'm not willing to die for Blitzø's crusade to protect Loona's...well, whatever he would protect for her."

"Ah, righ', I almost fergot about that lil' tidbit. Also, Moxxie, baby?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Merry Sinsmas. HIYAH!" The female Imp, Millie, capitalized on the closeness of the other Imp, Moxxie, and expertly judo flipped him over her shoulders. What a remarkable form...Hm.

"Millie, was it?" Priscilla asked as she strode over to the Impess and pulled a card out. The little Imp took it and read it over. "If you ever find yourself in need of more funds, Wild Things Facilitated is always open to expanding our Freelance Roster."

"I wouldn't have to quit working with I.M.P.?" Millie asked

"Not unless you wanted to, but you would receive a monetary detainment. If you ever want to talk about details, call us." Priscilla tapped the card. "We're always looking for good talent, and you, dear, have talent."

"Bitch, don't poach my employees right in front of me! Millie, rip that thing–!" The Tall Imp, who Priscilla presumed to be Blitzø – who was not only the founder and head of Immediate Murder Professionals, an Imp operated hit-squad that did jobs for Sinners on Earth (how they did so was still being investigated), but also Loona's adoptive parent; Priscilla wasn't going to lie, she felt some pity for the She-Hound that caught her boss' eye – ran at Millie in an effort to claim the card. So began another scuffle that the last Imp, Moxxie, was inevitably drawn into.

"So fucking embarrassing... Priscilla, can I just–?" Loona gestured to the elevator.

"Second floor, use your passkey to get by security. If you have any issues, just call his phone." Priscilla waved the younger She-Hound off and let her hands rest behind her. "I'll make sure these three either make it to the floor where our other Wrathians are celebrating or to the Police Station."

As the She-Hound strode off, the Imp scuffle froze in a comical manner. Millie's arm around Blitzø's neck, Moxxie's tail between her arms to keep the grip loose, and Moxxie's arm being chewed on by Blitzø as he tried to fend the two off. The three Imps stared at Priscilla.

"You...You have Wrathians – er, Imps celebrating here?" Moxxie asked incredulously.

"Of course," she said, adjusting her glasses as she smiled. "We have several Imps in our employ, two of which are even part of our premiere strike team."

"...But...But the Imp-Eater–?"

"Only uses that reputation when the Imps he is actively mad at to instill fear into them." Priscilla mused and then looked up at the door chime. A Succubus with a massive rack, a small diamond mark in the center of her forehead, and combed back blonde hair strode in with a bottle in her hands. "I am sorry, but we are closed for the Holiday. Give me the name of whoever hired you as a joke to entice–"

"Great, you must be the stuck up bitch that he'd saddled with his stupid Brat grandson. Exactly the type of person I want to deal with when I'm this sober. Be a good little bitch and fetch your boss for me, will you? I need to give him something long overdue," she said with a smirk. Priscilla's brow twitched and she leaned forward to look the shorter demoness in the eye.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you are – Stop!" She growled at the Imps that tried to sneak to the elevators. "They won't work without an employee pass key. Wait there while I deal with this..." Priscilla glared back at the stacked succubus. "Slut. It shouldn't take long."

"Oh, how cute. You actually think you can stop me." The Succubus grinned. She uncorked the bottle in her hand and took a long swig before she tossed it aside. The empty jug shattered on the wall and the Succubus's eyes shone. "Alright, then. I could use the warm up."

AN: ...I think we all know that this will end in tears. Also, Sinsmas two-parter! Yay! ...I'm going to regret this, aren't I? Meh, I got O.K.G. to work on while I mull the next chap over.

Thanks for reading!