[Fanfic] Beelzebub - Bag of Beans - Croquettes
A/N: Welcome to my new series, 'Bag of Beans'. It is a multichaptered crossover, set up as one-shots in their own right. Why? Because I've read so many demon-as-servants/masters manga that I just thought I'd dump them all in together and see what comes out. Subtle, I know. Well, onwards-ho!
Disclaimer: Beelzebub, Hell's Kitchen, Kuroshitsuji and Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro's characters belong to their respective creators.
Title: Croquettes
Fandom: Beelzebub, Hell's Kitchen, Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Kuroshitsuji
Characters: Hilda, Dogma, Neuro, Sebastian
Summary: We all know Hilda's cooking is inedible. Why, though?
Hildegarde touched down on the polished marble floor just in time to hear the gleeful laugh of Dogma, the Earl of Poor Eating. Akbaba took flight in fright - no doubt the memory of the Earl trying to flambé it was still fresh in its mind. Ignoring the mixed smell of arsenic and tumeric, she knocked on the door and waited. Other aromas wafted around her; anise, gingerbutter, sycopie nuts, sulphur... the pleasant combination made her mouth water. As expected from Hell's finest gourmand.
Presently the door opened to reveal the Earl himself decked out in an apron. "Hilda!" He exclaimed joyfully. "Come, come, I had just finished cooking!"
"It appears to be so," Hilda noted and presented him with a package. "Dried spices that you requested, Earl."
"Excellent! I do hope you don't mind that I have other guests today. Hilda, have you met Brain-Eater Neuro?" the Earl gestured to a creature that much resembled a multi-colored parrot sitting at the table. Hilda bowed politely; Neuro was one of Hell's greatest scientists, though she thought him to be a tad insane. After all he invented the '777 Tools of Hell' - which only he knew how to use.
"And aren't you going to introduce me?" A smooth voice made her jump and turn around quickly. A figure stood near the window and Hilda blinked a few times. Unless her eyes deceived her, this one is…
"Not human," Neuro said simply as if he had read Hilda's thoughts. "But he's been in human form for so long that it's almost second skin to him, eh Sebastian?"
"Not his real name either," Dogma chuckled as he ladled the stew he had been working on into a tureen. "Actually he has been away for so long that none of us remembers his real name."
"Sebastian Michealis, at your service," Sebastian bowed elegantly to Hilda, who reciprocated with an automatic curtsey. "Hildegarde, Prince Kaiser de Emperana Beelzebub IV's nursemaid."
Neuro chortled and Dogma garnished the meal with a few sprinkles of powdered bone. "Dinner is served!"
"I'm sorry Earl but I cannot stay for dinner," Hilda declined politely. "I just came to pick up the croquette recipe that you promised me."
"Croquettes?" Neuro looked at Dogma, who had rushed off and returned with the recipe. "My finest croquette recipe!" Dogma declared happily. "No other recipe, humor nor demonic can compare to it!"
"Certainly, I hope the Young Master's human parent will appreciate this," Hilda's eyes glimmered with happiness. "I thank you," She smiled and bid everyone a good day.
Sebastian watched her leave with a thoughtful look on his face. "Dogma, what's so special about the croquette recipe you just gave Hilda?"
"Ohoho wouldn't you want to know?" Dogma grinned and took a sip of his food. His expression immediately screwed up. "Oops, need to put more arsenic."
And Sebastian sighed as he started his own portion. Really, Hilda had chosen the wrong person to take cooking tips from.
Disclaimer: Beelzebub, Hell's Kitchen, Kuroshitsuji and Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro's characters belong to their respective creators.
Title: Croquettes
Fandom: Beelzebub, Hell's Kitchen, Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Kuroshitsuji
Characters: Hilda, Dogma, Neuro, Sebastian
Summary: We all know Hilda's cooking is inedible. Why, though?
Hildegarde touched down on the polished marble floor just in time to hear the gleeful laugh of Dogma, the Earl of Poor Eating. Akbaba took flight in fright - no doubt the memory of the Earl trying to flambé it was still fresh in its mind. Ignoring the mixed smell of arsenic and tumeric, she knocked on the door and waited. Other aromas wafted around her; anise, gingerbutter, sycopie nuts, sulphur... the pleasant combination made her mouth water. As expected from Hell's finest gourmand.
Presently the door opened to reveal the Earl himself decked out in an apron. "Hilda!" He exclaimed joyfully. "Come, come, I had just finished cooking!"
"It appears to be so," Hilda noted and presented him with a package. "Dried spices that you requested, Earl."
"Excellent! I do hope you don't mind that I have other guests today. Hilda, have you met Brain-Eater Neuro?" the Earl gestured to a creature that much resembled a multi-colored parrot sitting at the table. Hilda bowed politely; Neuro was one of Hell's greatest scientists, though she thought him to be a tad insane. After all he invented the '777 Tools of Hell' - which only he knew how to use.
"And aren't you going to introduce me?" A smooth voice made her jump and turn around quickly. A figure stood near the window and Hilda blinked a few times. Unless her eyes deceived her, this one is…
"Not human," Neuro said simply as if he had read Hilda's thoughts. "But he's been in human form for so long that it's almost second skin to him, eh Sebastian?"
"Not his real name either," Dogma chuckled as he ladled the stew he had been working on into a tureen. "Actually he has been away for so long that none of us remembers his real name."
"Sebastian Michealis, at your service," Sebastian bowed elegantly to Hilda, who reciprocated with an automatic curtsey. "Hildegarde, Prince Kaiser de Emperana Beelzebub IV's nursemaid."
Neuro chortled and Dogma garnished the meal with a few sprinkles of powdered bone. "Dinner is served!"
"I'm sorry Earl but I cannot stay for dinner," Hilda declined politely. "I just came to pick up the croquette recipe that you promised me."
"Croquettes?" Neuro looked at Dogma, who had rushed off and returned with the recipe. "My finest croquette recipe!" Dogma declared happily. "No other recipe, humor nor demonic can compare to it!"
"Certainly, I hope the Young Master's human parent will appreciate this," Hilda's eyes glimmered with happiness. "I thank you," She smiled and bid everyone a good day.
Sebastian watched her leave with a thoughtful look on his face. "Dogma, what's so special about the croquette recipe you just gave Hilda?"
"Ohoho wouldn't you want to know?" Dogma grinned and took a sip of his food. His expression immediately screwed up. "Oops, need to put more arsenic."
And Sebastian sighed as he started his own portion. Really, Hilda had chosen the wrong person to take cooking tips from.