Compilation of Adoration Chapter 5
Note: I only do a single read-through to double check my work, so there may be some grammar, formatting mistakes that I missed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beelzebub…
Pairing: Oga/Furuichi
Rating: M
Fandom: Beelzebub
Warning: homosexual relationships, reference to sex, swearing, contains AU at times, genderbending at times, cursing, etc, etc.
Summary: Series of one word prompts for Oga/Furuichi. Will contain everything from AU to gender-bender in the prompts; you have been warned.
Compilation of Adoration Chapter 5
Silver
Furuichi watched as Oga chewed on a roasted rabbit leg, the meat fat dribbling from his lip. The campfire rose high, illuminating the duo against the dark sky.
“Aw fuck,” Oga muttered, smearing the fat with his arm, growling in frustration when the grease touched his long hair.
Furuichi laughed softly before moving close to his companion. “Here,” the white-haired male said, wiping the warrior’s face with a cloth.
“Thanks,” Oga muttered, a faint blush on his face. “You haven’t been eating very much, you sick?”
“I’m probably going to eat with my family again, so I shouldn’t eat so much,” Furuichi replied with a laugh as he pulled out a strip of tanned leather. “Do you want me to tie your hair?”
Oga nodded, still holding the rabbit leg; Furuichi curled up behind him and gently brought Oga’s brown locks into a ponytail. As he bound the hair tightly, Furuichi reminisced of the six months he spent with Oga.
Tatsumi Oga; known throughout the country as a demon brawler that indiscriminately killed everyone in sight! But the more he spent time with the warrior, the more Furuichi realized that Oga was a man with a strict moral code. The brunette didn’t fight those that couldn’t fight, and though he talked and acted rough, he went out of his way to help out people in need.
The best part of travelling with Oga was that the fighter treated him like a person; he asked for Furuichi’s opinion, and never demanded.
And that made betraying Oga so much harder.
“Oi, why are you crying?” Oga’s voice brought him out of his reverie. “Are you ok?”
Furuichi touched his face, shocked at the small trail of tears on his face; he rubbed the tears away, smiling at his companion. “Sorry,” Furuichi replied. “Just happy that I get to visit my family.”
Oga scratched his head. “I’m sorry too,” he muttered. “I guess we should have stopped by your city more often.”
“No, it’s fine,” Furuichi reassured, smiling. “It’s not like I have a big family anyways.”
The dark haired warrior rested his head on Furuichi’s lap, his tanned hand coming up to wrap around a pale one. “Yuki, you’re coming back, right?” Oga questioned like a child fearing abandonment.
“Of course,” Furuichi answered with a smile while thinking to himself, ‘I wish I didn’t have to go!’
Furuichi fiddled with Oga’s long locks. “You can’t take care of your hair very well, can you?” he commented, trying to change topics, feeling the rough, tangled strands. “Why don’t you just cut it?”
“I can’t,” Oga muttered.
Furuichi raised a pale brow. “Why not?”
Oga tilted his head to meet Furuichi’s eyes before leaning back down. “You’re going to come back, right?”
“Of course, Tatsu. Stop worrying.”
“My mom…she sold me out before I was born,” Oga whispered with a laugh. “Made a pact with a demon; as long as I don’t cut my hair, I have the superhuman power I gain from the contract.”
“Oh, wow,” Furuichi replied. “Are you serious?”
Oga nodded. “You’ve seen the red markings on my back,” he answered. “Those aren’t tattoos.”
The brawler noticed Furuichi turning his head towards the city, bustling in the distance. “You should get going, huh? Your family’s waiting,” Oga said. “You better come back.”
“Don’t worry, Tatsumi,” Furuichi replied. “I’ll be back in the morning.”
Furuichi gave the bigger male a soft kiss and ran off to the city, his brown cloak flapping behind him. The traveler slithered through the winding city streets, carefully to remain in the shadows.
‘Small family, indeed,’ the silver haired male thought with a snort, jumping over the stone wall to the Consul’s palace. ‘My family only consists of one member!’
Furuichi ran across the lush garden, his sandaled feet stomping on pale green grass. He knocked three times on the back door of the palace, using his free hand to pull down the hood of his cloak. The door creaked open and he was led down a flight of stairs by a mute slave, her tongue cut off to ensure her silence.
“So, Takayuki Furuichi,” the ancient crone at the head of the table called out as he entered the chamber. “Have you figured out Tatsumi Oga’s weakness?”
Furuichi looked up at the twelve leaders of the city, a stern frown on each of their faces. Eleven thousand… Eleven thousand silver coins from each leader! And all he had to do was tell them Oga’s weakness.
“You must know, yes?” a balding man said with a pompous chuckle. “I mean, men always let down their defenses when they partake in sex.”
The other men laughed in response, and Furuichi smiled at the joke, tightening his fists by his side.
“Especially when his partner is as experienced as you!” Another man added, rubbing his beard. “I’d bet you had him spilling his secrets in a second!”
Furuichi forced a smile as the old men ran off on a tangent about his “sexual prowess”. ‘Tell them, and you never have to deal with these perverted old men again,’ his mind told him. ‘You’d be free; think of your freedom.”
“Anyways, back to topic, men,” the leader stated with a small cough. “Furuichi, have you figured out the way to that demonic loon’s downfall?”
Furuichi opened his mouth, yet no sound came out. ‘His hair,’ his mind screamed. ‘It’s his hair!’ but no words were spoken.
The ancient men leaned in. “Come on now Furuichi, we don’t have all day,” a hunchbacked elder stated. “Eleven thousand silver pieces from each of us for your efforts!”
“You’ll never go hungry again,” another added.
Furuichi looked up at the greedy, lecherous old men, who only thought of securing their rank in the city; the men who used other people with no regard of who the person was, or what the person wanted. The men that used him his entire life. Then he thought of Oga, who was a hundred times gentler, a hundred times humane than those pompous crones sitting before him. “I don’t know,” Furuichi said at last, staring at the stone floor.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?!” an old man bellowed, his bushy mustache shaking. “You’ve had six months!”
“No, you know,” a new voice stated, deep and masculine. Furuichi turned to face the speaker, shocked to find a young man amongst the council. “Why else would you have hesitated?”
A murmur of agreement rang about, and the group stared down at the spy with disapproval. Furuichi’s mind worked quickly, trying to figure a way out; he sank to his knees, a choked sob escaping. The council watched with wide eyes; Furuichi stared up at the council through long, silver lashes, his arms wrapped around him.
“I only hesitated because I didn’t want to disappoint you!” he cried out, contorting his face into an expression of self-hate. His act earned sympathetic coos from the men. “I mean, the council graciously gave me six months to travel with Oga and find his weaknesses but… I failed you all.”
“But how could anyone resist gobbling you up?” a council member declared, shock on his ruddy face. “For heaven’s sake, you’re the sparkling diamond!”
“The most beautiful!”
“The most cunning!”
“The most exotic!”
“The most wanted whore in the city,” the young man ended with a sneer. Furuichi smiled up at him radiantly, his silver hair framing his face like a halo.
“A few more days,” Furuichi requested. “Oga is tough to handle. He only thinks of fighting, not of other pleasures of the body. It took me this long just to get a kiss from the fighter!”
The council nodded, accepting Furuichi’s hasty excuse, and the leader gestured for him to leave. Furuichi ran, ran from the corrupt villa, the lecherous men, the dying city, trying to return to Oga’s side as quick as possible.
He’d tell Oga the truth; of the plot to kill him, of who he really was. And Furuichi could only hope that the brawler still accepted him.
And if Tatsumi accepted him, they’d leave the city, no, leave the country, and never look back; he’d never let himself be treated like an object again.
Silver was worth nothing compared to love.
Incognito
Hilda watched as Furuichi blew his nose, an apathetic look on her face. God, she should have never invited the white haired male over!
“What am I going to do?” Furuichi cried out, ripping another tissue off. “I’m losing him! What am I going to do?!”
“What are you talking about, you fool?!”Hilda growled, grabbing her umbrella. She raised it above her and smacked Furuichi on the head several times. “My god, pull yourself together!! You are Takayuki Furuichi!! The former top agent of the Beelzebub organization, able to compete with even supers! The world’s greatest hacker! What are you going to do?! Is that even a question?!”
Furuichi looked up fearfully at the designer, his eyes wide. “Huh?”
“Well, you know where that sewer rat is!” she bellowed, her umbrella raised threateningly once more. “Show him that you know he’s the Thunder Brawler and remind him who you are! Go! Confront the problem! Fight! Win!”
Furuichi looked at the buxom blonde with redden eyes. “But,” he said, sniffling. “What about the kids?”
Hilda looked unimpressed. “Furuichi,” she said. “Your children are all highly powerful supers; I think they’ll be fine.”
Furuichi drove home silently, lost in thought. ‘Oga lied to me,’ Furuichi thought to himself. ‘Married for ten years and he didn’t even tell me he got fired! That jerk! I can’t believe I trusted him when he said he was going to a conference! What the hell?! He asked Hilda for a new uniform?! What was he thinking?!’
The closer he got home, the angrier Furuichi got; when he arrived to his house, he slammed open the door and smashed it shut, stomping to his door.
“Mom, what’s wrong?!” Lamia asked, when she saw Furuichi’s stormy face. She followed him up to the master bedroom, plomping down on the soft bed.
“Nothing, Lamia,” he replied with a sigh, watching his ten-year old daughter raise her brow suspiciously.
“Doesn’t look like nothing,” she replied. With a swish of her hand, she summoned a watery, gel creature. “Do you want my Muumuus to give you a massage?”
“No Lamia, put that away; what if someone sees?” Furuichi said, walking towards the phone. “I’m fine. I just need to make a phone call, ok?”
“Alright,” Lamia answered with a frown, walking back to the living room, preparing a speech to tell her younger brothers about not distracting their mom.
Furuichi dialed a number he never thought he’d use again. “Hey Toujou,” the silverette said, scratching his short locks. “I know it’s been awhile but I’m calling in a favour.”
“For you, I think I can manage something. What do you need?” the engineer’s voice rang out from the phone.
“Something fast,” Furuichi replied with a laugh. “What have you got?”
Purge
Since the middle of his first year in middle school, Oga had developed a habit of coming early to school. For one thing, he didn’t want to walk to school with that weirdo, Miki, who suddenly decided to become “friends” with himself and Furuichi (seriously, he never accepted the raven haired boy into their group!); another was that he needed to do some cleaning every morning.
Oga unlocked Furuichi’s locker, reminded again of the white-haired boy’s stupidity. ‘Seriously, change your lock!’ Oga thought to himself.
He looked into the locker, trash inside, as usual. Oga picked up the colourful envelopes, addressing Furuichi in both the curly writing of a girl and the blocky writing of a boy. The dark haired boy closed the locker shut and flew up to the roof; he lit each one on fire, the letter crumpling inward.
Once his cleaning was done, Oga ran back down to the front of the school with two minutes to spare, and as if on cue, he saw Miki and Furuichi walking towards him.
“What the hell, Oga?” Furuichi muttered. “You came to school early again? What are you, turning all honor student on us?”
“Yea, we didn’t get to walk to school with you,” Miki added shyly.
“Shut up, idiot Furuichi,” Oga growled. “I had some stuff to do!”
The trio entered the school, walking to their lockers. Oga smiled smugly to himself, knowing that no one would get near his Furuichi today.
“Oh, hey!” Furuichi said with awe, picking up a lavender envelope. “Look! Someone confessed to me.”
That wasn’t right; Oga had made sure there wasn’t anything left! The brunette snatched the letter from Furuichi, noting that the letter had male writing.
“Hey, what the hell?!” Furuichi growled, trying to get the envelope back. “It’s mine.”
“Do you remember that one time you got kidnapped by a gang and they tricked you into coming by writing a fake confession?” Oga growled, waving the letter at the paler boy’s face. “It’s the same thing; see, it’s a guy’s writing.”
Furuichi raised a brow before sighing. “Whatever,” he muttered. “Let’s get to class.”
Oga glared down at the letter before following behind Furuichi. Someone found out about his schedule and purposely avoided it… Maybe it was time for Oga to change his schedule; they had Physical Education last block… he could skip the last ten minutes of that.
But first… he’d have to deal with whoever it was that dared to move into his territory.
Idealize
Oga pulled at his bond uselessly, feeling his powers drain by the second. ‘Fuck,’ Oga thought with despair. ‘I knew that this job as too good to be true.’
He heard the clip-clop of stilettos followed by a stomping of a male footstep; the former superhero tilted his head up to glare at his captors only to gasp in recognition.
“Miki?” Oga growled. “You’re behind all this?!”
Miki stood triumphantly, wearing a black and green superhero costume, his secretary standing tall beside him. “Surprised, Oga?” Miki asked with a smirk. “You shouldn’t be; I prepared all this so that superheroes can have a triumphant return.”
“You’ve killed most of the heroes,” Oga snarled. “You sick fuck.”
“Well, they were necessary sacrifices,” the engineer replied with a shrug. “I had to test out my robot, after all.”
“What are you planning, you bastard?!” the former hero demanded.
Miki looked down at him and laughed. “I wish I could tell you,” the raven answered. “But, that’s not what I came to talk to you about. We don’t have all that much time.”
The scarred male walked closer to Oga and gripped his chin. “Who the hell did you call for?” he hissed.
“What the hell are you talking about?” the Thunder Brawler growled back, snapping his face free.
“I mean when you sent out the homing signal last night as you were snooping around!” Miki screamed.
“I didn’t call for anyone!”
“Then why is a government jet flying towards this island?!” Miki snarled.
“I don’t know; maybe they’re just flying by?!” Oga snarled back.
Just then, two armed soldiers ran in, saluting in front of Miki. “Sir! The jet has just requested permission to land!”
Miki turned back to Oga. “Just flying over, huh?” he sneered before nodding to the secretary. “Play the transmission.”
Static rang in the room for several seconds before a very familiar voice filtered through. “Persia Gulf 9191, JP52 requesting permission to land, over.”
“Furuichi,” Oga whispered out, snapping his head up.
Miki froze for a moment before walking towards the control panel. “Connect me to the plane,” he hissed to his employee. “And keep the “hero” quiet.”
The raven haired male lifted the mouthpiece. “Hello, JP52?” he spoke amiably. “Furuichi?”
“Miki? Is that you?” Furuichi’s voice rang out again. “What are you doing here? Where have you been?! I heard you left the organization!”
Miki laughed. “I did,” he admitted. “I left a little after you did. It just wasn’t the same without you. Also, I own this island; I became quite rich in the last decade. So, Furuichi, what brings you to my side of the world? We’re a little far from Japan.”
“Oh, you know,” Furuichi laughed. “Just flying; I need to refuel and I wanted to land on your island but no one responded.”
“You know guys in the flight business,” Miki replied. “Always getting coffee! I’ll send you the coordinate system to the landing area. But in all seriousness, Furuichi, I know you’re here because of Oga.”
“Damn, now I feel really embarrassed!” Furuichi’s self-conscious laugh filtered through. “Can’t keep an eye on my own husband! Is Oga with you?”
“Not at the moment, but he’s around the island,” Miki commented. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Oh, ok. See you later Miki!”
Miki disconnected, turning back to Oga, who was screaming profanities at the engineer, a forcefield preventing any noise from coming out. The former spy nodded a worker, who disengaged the barrier.
“You son of a bitch, I’ll rip your testicles off and fucking-” Oga screamed, only to be cut off by a painful shock coursing through his body.
“So, you married Furuichi,” Miki said with a wistful sigh.
“You already knew that; you were at the wedding,” Oga replied with a glare.
“Actually, I thought he’d divorce you within the year.” Miki stood in front of the imprisoned hero. “You know, Oga, I used to worship you.”
Oga glared up at the deranged villain, not quite understanding where Miki was going with the monologue.
“And when our organization was contacted to work with you, I was ecstatic when they chose me!” Miki continued, reminiscing. “But then… you had to turn out to be a complete bastard. A thieving, conniving bastard.”
Oga narrowed his black eyes, finally understanding. “Look,” Oga hissed. “The fact that Furuichi chose me over you doesn’t make me a bad person.”
“He wouldn’t have chosen you if you hadn’t used your superpowers to lure him!” Miki snarled, his eyes wild. “He was mine! My partner! And you just swooped in like a hawk and stole him away!”
“Furuichi isn’t some object you can claim ownership!” Oga growled angrily. “Fuck, give it a rest! He never saw you as more than a friend!”
Another shock went through Oga’s body, but he bit his lip to stifle his scream; he wouldn’t let Miki get the satisfaction of hearing his pain.
“Well, this has been great fun,” Miki stated after he calmed himself down, turning away from the captured hero. “But, I have to go meet Furuichi and tell him the terrible news of your untimely death.”
Oga glared hatefully as the former spy sauntered from the containment chamber. The moment the titanium doors slid shut Oga muttered, “Furuichi isn’t stupid; he’ll figure out your lie in a second.”
**
Wow… another chapter ended… Some of the drabbles are really long!... So there are only 4 words OTL…. I don’t like going over 3000 words per chapter ^^:
Silver: Inspired by the biblical story of Samson… ^^; Long haired, insecure Oga -.-...I’ve never tried rabbit before, I wonder if it’s good OTL … it’s really long OTL I wish I had put Baby Beel in here somehow.
Incognito: having one’s identity concealed; under an assumed name. Inspired by the Pixar movie, ‘The Incredibles). Furuichi still manages to not belong completely ^^; (the only non-super in the family ^^;)… Totally have a back story for this :D!!! Oga and Furuichi adopted three Supers that were born during the time supers weren’t popular and got abandoned by their non-super parents.
Purge: To rid of what is impure or undesirable. Another Pre-Beel story, one for their middle school days ^^;
Idealize: Continuation of Incognito. Grudge holding Miki OTL … I don’t know what’s up with me making one-sided Miki/Furuichi when CLEARLY, canon states that it’s more like one-sided Miki/Oga… OTL well… whatever, jealous Miki.
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