The courtyard of Ishiyama High felt smaller than usual, or maybe it was just that the tension between two powerful delinquents made it feel like every wall was closing in. The Queen of Ishiyama—Aoi Kunieda—stood at the center, her bokuto gleaming in the sunlight, eyes blazing with determination. Her Red Tails spread behind her like a deadly fan, ready to take on anyone who dared intervene.
And across from her? Oga Tatsumi. First-year delinquent. Demon Dad. Completely oblivious to the social cues of a co-ed school's fiercest gang. And, of course, carrying Baby Beelzebub on his back, whose tiny feet dangled like flags of chaos.
Aoi gritted her teeth, tightening her grip on her bokuto. He won't put the baby down... he's looking down on me! And he's using the baby as leverage to show me up!
"Put the baby down! Or I'll—!" Aoi's words cut off as she lunged forward, bokuto spinning like a silver whirlwind. The weapon was no ordinary stick—it gleamed with a subtle menace, capable of slicing through glass and wood alike with terrifying ease.
Oga tilted his head. "huh?"
And with that, he moved.
Narrator:
Ladies and gentlemen, behold the sheer, chaotic genius of Tatsumi Oga. A first-year delinquent with a demon baby on his back, dodging attacks that could cleave the very air around him. Each movement precise, effortless, as if he had been dodging weapons his entire life... which, in fairness, he probably had.
Beel, sensing the thrill of combat, squealed high-pitched excitement, flapping his tiny arms like he was cheering his own father on.
Aoi swung again—fast, powerful, deadly. Slice! The air buzzed with the speed of her strikes, shards of imaginary glass dancing around them.
Oga, with a small smirk, leaned to the side. "Whoa, almost hit me there... almost." He twirled on one foot, dodging another swing. "Hey, watch it! Don't wake the brat!"
Narrator:
If there were an Olympic event for 'Dodging With a Demon Baby on Your Back,' Oga Tatsumi would have claimed gold, silver, bronze, and then knocked over the podium for good measure. And he would still be calm enough to remind the baby not to wake up. Truly, a multitasking masterpiece.
Aoi's eyes narrowed in frustration. Why isn't he taking this seriously? Does he think I'm just playing around? And why... why won't he put the baby down?
Swing after swing, Oga sidestepped, ducked, and twirled, his movements fluid and precise. The bokuto glanced past him, slicing a nearby locker in half.
Furuichi shouted: "Oga! You're amazing! Look at those moves! You're like... some kind of delinquent ninja... with a baby!"
Beel squealed again, this time pointing at Aoi. Bluber bluber! His tiny voice sounded like gibberish, but the meaning was clear: excitement, delight, more chaos please!
Aoi, growing more frustrated, planted her feet firmly. "You're... you're using the baby as a shield!" she spat. "How dare you disrespect me like this!"
Oga paused mid-dodge, tilting his head. "Uh... I respect you? I'm not using him as a shield... he just likes being here. See? He's totally fine."
Beel wriggled, giving a tiny squeak of approval.
Aoi's face flushed. How can someone so reckless... so infuriating... be... adorable? She shook her head and lunged again. Oga dodged effortlessly once more.
Narrator:
Behold the battle of wits—or, more accurately, the battle of pure chaotic reflexes. One first-year delinquent versus the feared Queen of Ishiyama, and yet the real star might just be the demon baby squirming like a tiny, wingless torpedo on his father's back.
Swing, dodge. Strike, evade. The air was a blur of wood, determination, and tiny squeaks.
Finally, Oga stopped and leaned back, smirking. "You're strong. Really strong."
Aoi, breathing heavily, glared. "Don't patronize me!"
Oga tilted his head, glancing at Beel. "You know... someone like you... would make a great mother for him."
Aoi's face went bright red, the bokuto shaking in her hands. Wait... what did he just say?
"I—I'm asking you to become Baby Beel's mother," Oga repeated, his tone perfectly calm, as if offering a casual suggestion to borrow a pencil.
Aoi's knees wobbled. M-Mother? As in... as in a romantic...? No! This must be a misunderstanding!
She flailed the bokuto in confusion, barely managing to keep her balance. "W-What... are you saying?! I... I... I can't... I... I—"
And then, in a dramatic whirl of red uniform and swinging bokuto, she ran off, her face buried in her hands, muttering incomprehensible things under her breath.
Furuichi, stunned, shook his head. "Oga... are you trying to flirt with her?! You've got Hilda AND Kogen at home, and you're... asking her to... be the baby's... mother?!"
Oga scratched the back of his head. "It's... nothing like that. You only suggested to dump beel on him didn't you."
Meanwhile, high above on Ak-Baba, two familiar figures watched in amusement.
Kogen, perched elegantly with a slight smirk, sipped some tea. "Oh my, this is far too entertaining. Look at him... flailing like a fish on land, trying to manage a baby, a gang, and a queen all at once."
Hilda, standing behind him, crossed her arms. "Do you think she could be... suitable? For Baby Beel?"
Kogen's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Perhaps. Let's see if this first-year can survive his own chaos before we decide. But oh... the expression on his face. Truly delightful."
Oga, completely unaware that he was being observed by two of the most dangerous—and gorgeous—demons in existence, sighed. "Why do I feel liek someone is talking shit about me behind my back?"
Furuichi facepalmed. "Because you're an idiot, Oga. A big, dumb idiot."
Beel, oblivious to human complexities, squealed and reached out for the air, tiny fists punching randomly as if congratulating his dad.
Narrator:
And so, with misunderstandings thick as the morning fog, a fledgling romance—or perhaps merely a chaotic miscommunication—began to take root. The Queen of Ishiyama had retreated, flustered and confused. Oga remained clueless. Furuichi lost his mind. And above it all, two demons sat back, enjoying the spectacle like an expensive wine paired with perfectly roasted chaos.
Far off in the shadows, another gang watched, their whispers barely audible:
"Red Tails, huh... she's strong. But maybe we can take her down..."
A dark plan was already forming, and the next battle was brewing.
Meanwhile, Oga stared at the empty space where Aoi had disappeared, scratching his head. "Uh... think she'll come back?"
Furuichi groaned. "You idiot... she's not a toy! And you're... never mind, just... never mind!"
Beel giggled. Bluber bluber! The baby's tiny laugh echoed through the courtyard, a reminder that in this chaotic world, the tiny demon was the true king.
Narrator:
Thus ends this chapter of the great Ishiyama High saga. The Queen had returned. The baby was safe—for now. And Oga... remained utterly, completely, magnificently clueless.