It was evening by the time everything was finished, and I was done healing Oga and Hilda, and the three of us made our way to Oga's house.
"Taka, why the hell are you coming too!?" Oga barked, clearly still irritated.
"Because there's no way in hell I'm gonna miss watching you explain to your family why there's a kid glued to you." I grinned to myself. This was going to be fun.
"Oh, Mom's gonna kill me," Oga groaned, shoulders slumping in defeat.
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I was right, this was hilarious.
"So there you have it. Starting today, this baby and I will be living in your care. My name is Hildegarde. Please think of me as your new daughter," she said, introducing herself with a traditional Japanese dogeza bow. The nude Beel swayed side to side beside his "mother," clearly delighted, completely unaware of the tension in the room.
"Oi! Hold on a sec! Don't you think they might get the wrong idea?" Oga cut in, his voice rising with panic.
"I don't see a problem," Hilda replied flatly, tilting her head with genuine confusion.
"I do! Look around, they're all too stunned to react!" Oga groaned, exasperation written all over his face as his family stood frozen in silence, eyes darting between the half-naked baby, the calm demon maid, and their idiot son.
I sat beside Misaki on the couch, covering my mouth and trying my damnedest not to laugh. This was way funnier in person than it ever was in the anime.
"Odd, I heard this was the customary thing to do in your country," Hilda said calmly, completely unaware that she was digging Oga's grave with every word.
"Who the hell told you that? You heard wrong!" Oga snapped, his face red with frustration. Guilty as charged. I may have told Hilda a few things before entering the house.
'Your country? She's from overseas? Why is there a baby with her?' 'Tatsumi brought a girl home, and she's a blonde beauty to boot!' 'Her tits are huge!' I could hear the stray thoughts of Youjirou, Tatsumi's dad; Shouko, his mom; and Misaki, his sister, respectively.
"I already told you, I'm not his dad," Oga said, his voice rising in frustration.
Before Oga could even open his mouth to defend himself, Hilda calmly twisted the knife with a serene smile. "How could you say that, after doing all that to me? It was amazing~"
You could feel the air in the room shift. The silence that followed was utterly priceless. I'm pretty sure I saw Oga's dad shatter in real time like his entire understanding of the situation had just crumbled to dust.
"You did what to her!?" Youjirou roared, slapping the paper he was reading. The whole room went silent, and even Hilda tilted her head slightly, confused by his outburst.
"Wait, no! It's not what it sounds like!" Oga shouted, waving his arms frantically, but it was too late.
In a blur of motion, Youjirou slid across the wooden floor in his infamous sliding grovel, his forehead thudding against the floor in front of Hilda. "I am so sorry for my idiot son's behaviour! Please, forgive his youthful indiscretions!"
Oga froze, staring down at his father in disbelief. "Dad, what the hell are you apologizing for!? I didn't even do anything!"
"Silence!" Youjirou snapped, turning toward his son with the intensity of a man whose honour had been personally insulted by the gods. "You bring a woman home, with a child no less, and she says you did all that to her! What am I supposed to think!?" He grabbed his son's head, forcing him down to apologize as well.
I was sitting on the couch beside Misaki, biting my knuckle to keep from laughing out loud. The look on Tatsumi's face was priceless.
Misaki leaned in and whispered, "I think this is better than the last episode of any drama I've seen."
I nodded. "Way better. And way funnier." I was fighting for my fucking life not to laugh.
"TATSUMI! I can't believe you!" Youjirou roared, shaking with outrage. "First, you do god knows what to this nice young lady, and to top it all off, you say you won't take responsibility for the kid?"
"Wait, Dad, you've got it all wrong!" Oga tried to explain in a panic.
"What do you mean I'm wrong!?" Youjirou bellowed, jabbing a finger toward Beel. "Look at that kid! He looks just like you! He even has your eyes!"
"'Aaa,'" Beel babbled cheerfully, completely oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him. The baby giggled and waved his arms, clearly just happy to be there.
"HE AIN'T GOT NOTHING! GET NEW GLASSES, OLD MAN!" Oga yelled, his face red with frustration as his father loomed over him, unmoved by his protests.
At this point, Shouko and Misaki had gone over to see Beel. "Aww, such a darling little boy. He reminds me of Tatsumi when he was young," Shouko said warmly as she picked Beel up. The baby laughed happily at the attention, clearly enjoying himself.
"So, where are you from, Hilda?" Misaki asked, her tone polite but curious.
"I'm from Makai," Hilda replied calmly.
"Macao?" Shouko repeated, smiling brightly. "I've never heard of it. Is it nice?"
"It's quite peaceful, actually," Hilda said without a hint of irony. "Demons live long lives, and most of us possess high magical power. Some even have physical features that differ slightly from humans, such as horns."
Shouko chuckled, more focused on Beel as he giggled in her arms. "Oh, that's nice, Hilda! I'd love to visit someday!"
Misaki leaned back in her seat, studying Hilda with that calm, knowing look of hers. Like her brother, she was well aware of the magical side of the world. She'd found out after catching him practicing wall walking in his room.
After that, Tatsumi spilled everything, and she eventually asked me to teach her some magic too. I ended up showing her archive magic from Fairy Tail. She loved it since it basically let her cheat her way to straight A's.
"Macao, huh? Guess that makes me an aunt then," Misaki said with a smirk, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at Beel and Hilda.
"Alright, I think I've had enough fun for the night. I should head out," I said to the family as I stood up. "See you tomorrow, dude. Good luck." I shot him an evil grin as I walked out the door. What a fun day.
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"I hate you so much," Oga muttered, glaring at me out of the corner of his eye as we walked side by side through the school halls. I couldn't help grinning, enjoying every second of his misery. Beel hung off his shoulder, somehow asleep yet haning on without effort.
"Aw, come on, Tatsumi," I teased, hands behind my head. "You have to admit, seeing your mom and dad panic like that was comedy gold."
"Comedy gold, my ass," he shot back, scowling. "You didn't have to make it worse."
"I disagree," I said with a smirk. "I absolutely did."
"Now I've gotta deal with Hilda and this little gremlin every day. She woke up in the middle of the night to get some water and stepped on my balls!" Oga hissed with frustration as I burst out laughing beside him.
"Oh, relax. Look on the bright side, you've got a beautiful woman living with you, and in the same room, no less. If you can somehow get her actually to like you, you might one day end up with a kid that's actually yours to take care of." I said, grinning as Oga's face twisted in disgust.
"Yeah, no thanks. I prefer a woman who won't try to kill me," Oga shot back, glaring at me as Beel giggled on his shoulder like he understood the joke.
"Uh-huh, sure you do," I said with a smirk. "But you'll change your mind eventually. Remember what Spike Spiegel said- 'I love the kinda woman that will actually just kill me.'" Truly words to live by.
We walked through the school, a place so shitty it should probably be condemned. Broken glass littered the halls, graffiti covered the walls, and half the classroom doors didn't even slide open anymore. Sometimes I honestly wondered how this place was still running. The teachers didn't even care if you were paying attention; they just droned through their lessons and left. If you couldn't hear them over the chaos in class, that was your problem, not theirs.
I could have gone to any top school in the country, but I didn't; where would be the fun in that? The plot of Beelzebub happened here, and why should I care about my education anyway? I'm rich, and that's not just from my manga.
I get big payouts from manga, merch, anime deals, you name it. But most of my real money comes from investments. Once Bitcoin explodes, I'm gonna make so much fucking money. It's gonna be glorious.
"Hey, look, that's the Raging Ogre and the Field King from Kata Middle."
"The Ogre looks even more pissed than usual."
As usual, we could hear the whispers echoing through the halls. Ever since that big fight with Kiriya and his goons, I haven't really been getting into many fights, so my reputation's cooled off a bit. But that doesn't mean people forgot. It just means more idiots think they can take me now.
"Hey, you two, you better watch yourselves." The two morons standing in front of us sneered. "Yeah, later today, you're dead."
We did not respond with words. Oga pulled out a baby's rattle and smashed it into the first guy's face, then I planted my foot and delivered a powerful kick that sent the other flying through the window.
"Too loud, you'll wake up the baby." Oga shook the rattle as we walked to the courtyard for lunch.
Not long after, we were outside. I pulled a couple of chicken sandwiches out of my storage space, handing one to him. God, I love that thing. It keeps everything in stasis, so the food always comes out hot, fresh, and perfect.
"Why didn't you just leave the kid at home while you were at school? Your mom's home all day, couldn't she watch him?" We sat in the quad eating sandwiches as we watched Beel chase a cricket around.
Oga groaned. "The contract is dumb! If I get more than fifty feet from him, he'll throw a tantrum and electrocute me to death!"
"Damn, tragic. Anyway, you wanna deal with them, or should I?" I glossed over his pain and looked toward the approaching group of delinquents.
I knew them; they were nobodies, minor characters I had no reason to care about. Still, I didn't mind getting rid of them. You don't interrupt a man when he's eating.
Oga looked up, scarfing down the rest of his food. "Nah, I need something to hit to work off this stress. Here, hold this." He picked up Beel and handed him to me.
I stared at the baby, and he stared right back at me. I'd never had kids in my last life, and I hadn't been around any in this one either, so I did the only thing I could think of: I made an illusion of CoComelon that only he could see to keep him from crying again.
It actually worked. The kid got distracted, giggling at the floating cartoon while Oga finished beating the shit out of those guys and came strolling back like nothing happened, so we continued our conversation.
"Hey, isn't that the mustache guy?" I said, pointing at the man who had suddenly appeared behind Oga.
He stood there in a tank top and shorts, hands on his hips. "My name is Alaindelon, the transfer demon!" he announced dramatically.
We both blinked, trying to process the sudden appearance. Then Oga's expression twisted into pure annoyance as he grabbed Alaindelon's face with one hand. "It's you! This is all your fault!"
"W-wait, wait, wait! I can explain! I didn't just go splitting at random!" Alaindelon flailed his arms helplessly, his voice cracking as Oga's grip on his face tightened. "There was... a reason, I swear!
"You might want to talk fast before he hurts you," I chimed in, slurping my slushie loudly.
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"So that's everything! The young master is drawn to strength, pure, terrifying strength. He seeks someone who's evil to the core, cruel, a heartless bastard who'd laugh at the suffering of others. And when I saw you standing there, triumphing over those humans, cackling like a maniac with that horrible face of yours, I knew you were the one! Truly, I had found the perfect parent!"
Alaindelon kept talking as I watched Oga slowly crumble to the ground with every new revelation. "Wow, man, who knew that just being yourself would get a demon attached to you. That's fucking hilarious."
"Shut up, Taka, it's not funny!"
"I disagree."
"AHHH, why did I have to be such a bastard! Wait, that's it! If I find someone stronger and more evil than me, that guy would be chosen instead, right?" Oga suddenly looked like hope had returned.
"Uh, well, if that kind of person exists, then maybe that's how it'd be.." Alaindelon thought aloud.
"Yeah, I really doubt that kind of person exists. Have you looked in a mirror lately?" I said, watching Oga make a face that only the greatest estate developer himself could match.
"Oh, but you forget, Taka, this is a school full of delinquents!" Oga said proudly.
'Oh, you sweet summer child,' I thought, fighting back a laugh. 'I didn't forget. You just underestimate how strong you are now.'
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Hajima Kanzaki
"Hey, you heard about Oga? Looks like he took down the second year's combined yesterday," Shiroyama said, his deep voice carrying over the noise of the classroom. He had light tanned skin, dark eyes, and a tall, muscular build that made him stand out even among the delinquents. His hair was braided into two pigtails tied with yellow bows.
"All four of them?" Kanzaki asked, sipping his yogurt. He has dull blond hair with a pale face and is usually shown to be unshaven with a growing stubble. He has two piercings on his left ear, a red piercing on his right, and a ring piercing on his lip that has a chain hanging from the lower lip onto his left ear. he also has a scar on his left cheek.
"Yeah, and they say it was in an instant. Apparently, he's been going around asking who the strongest is. I think it's time we crush him or-" Shiroyama trailed off as Kanzaki dropped an axe kick into his face.
"Shiroyama, you think I would lose to some first-year?" Kanzaki sneered.
"C'mon, Shiro, Kanzaki's not gonna lose to some newbie. You know that, and there ain't anyone that'll challenge him in the first place," Natsume said lazily, hands stuffed in his pockets with that same amused grin tugging at his lips.
Natsume is a tall, mildly muscular individual with purplish hair which reaches just above his shoulders and brown eyes. Natsume has also been shown as being handsome. He commonly wears a hoodie when not in a school uniform.
"Besides, anyone who picks a fight with Kanzaki also picks a fight with a bulk of the third years. Only a brainless fool would do that," Natsume finished, his grin widening slightly as he took a sip from the straw of his juice box.
Unfortunately for him, Tatsumi Oga was just such a fool.
"Hello~ is Kanzaki here?" The classroom door slid open with a loud slam, catching everyone's attention. Standing there like they owned the place were two guys, Oga and Furuichi.
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Author's Note.
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