Disclaimer : I don't own Beelzebub

Apologize for any grammatical errors

A/N: Well, maybe I am, practically a late fan from Beelzebub, but this anime is very, very funny. Hilarious. Although at first I thought this anime was an anime without a romantically couple, but, somehow I felt Hilda and Oga are the couple I mean in this anime, though they're less romantic. Almost not romantic at all, in fact. Then, I was quite surprised because it turns out fanfic about Hilda and Oga not as many other couples I've been read in fanfic (I think).

Well, enough babbling. Straight to the story. Hope you'll enjoy it!

PS : Set when Hilda lost her memory. Let just say, she's still not recovered though with Baby Beel's kiss. Mainly because of ... he's not her prince charming. At least in my story, if you understand what I mean, tee~hee XD

Oga Tatsumi lies weak and helplessly on his bed. His head was dizzy, his throat was sandy when used to swallow, his nose was blocked, and his voice, well, like a broken bass. And the most surprising, both of his eyes kept shedding tears.

Note, unwanted tears! He, Oga Tatsumi, never cried!

Crying only for women and babies!

"Achooo!" The disgusting slimy gooey fluids are now flowing down from both his nostrils.

In short, his condition is now very, very sad!

'What happened to me? Am I going to die?' His abnormal brain, now more and more non functioning with his condition like this. In short, his condition is now very, very sad!

Oga turned to his side.

Berubo, or Baby Beel, the son of the Demon Lord, who's now also his adopted son, his condition now is not much different from his adopted father.

He's also infected. His face was red from a fever. His breathing was heavy, even though he's now asleep.

Ngiikk ...

Oga turned as he heard the sound of the door of his room being opened carefully.

"Tatsumi?" A blonde head, Hilda's, appeared at the door, calling him softly and hesitantly.

Hidegarde, or abbreviated Hilda, the wet nurse of Oga's adopted son, who is also a female demon, is now err ... lost her memory. Thanks to Oga's family, she now thinks, or rather portrays herself as Oga's wife. And now, Oga is left alone with Hilda, his 'wife'. Three, if you add Berubo.

Oga's parents and sister? Well, they won the lottery, a picnic to a hot spring in Hokkaido for four days and three nights.

"You can't go with us! You're sick! Berubo too. Don't worry, we'll only leave for four days. Besides, there's Hilda who will take care of you!" said his mother.

Well, hellooo ... That's exactly why he's worried!

Hilda bent now, placing a golden brown drink on the table beside Oga's bed. "Do you feel better? I make you a glass of ginger water. Drink, it'll help reduce the pain in your throat!". Oga did not answer. He was not expecting Hilda to do so.

Seeing Oga not answer, Hilda asked again, her voice getting smaller and hesitant "Is there ... anything you want? Can I make you something, uh ... to eat?".

Hilda's words seemed to make Oga realize that he had been stunned by her for a while.

"No need" Oga replied briefly with his now broken bass voice, while shyly turned his face. It was fortunate that he had a fever now, so Hilda would not notice the blush that dangerously started to creeping up his face.

Seeing Oga turn his face away from her, Hilda felt hurt. She suddenly remembered the incident last night when she asked him :

~"We're married, right? Then, what's about me ... that you don't like?"~

And we all know, instead of answering, the next second, Oga, her 'husband', run for his life. Worse, he's even bringing their son, run away from her and leave her, as if she's a monster (well, actually she is kind of ... nevermind).

"You better go" Oga said again, still with his back to Hilda, and still in a hoarse voice. He didn't want Hilda also get infected.

Unfortunately, somehow, Hilda, interpreting it differently.

Oga drove her out!

Her eyes spontaneously widened blankly. Her whole body trembled, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to pour out.

"O-Okay" she replied weakly in the end then get out of Oga's room, before closing the door slowly.

"Hilda?" Feeling strange with her voice, Oga turned back to Hilda, but too late, Hilda was already out of his room. Oga's eyes narrowed to the now-closed door, a little suspicious, before he finally shrugged and sighed, fixing his sleeping position.

"Must've just misheard" Oga murmured before he fell asleep.

No way was Hilda, her voice, as if she was about to cry?

Yes, he must have misheard!

Meanwhile the girl in question, now really is crying, while leaning against Oga's door.

Why? Why does Oga seems to hate her so much? Her husband? She doesn't understand. What has she done?

Hilda's questions continues to flow unanswered, along with her tears.

About an hour later, Hilda went back to Oga's room. She raised her fist, hesitated a moment, before finally deciding to enter without knocking on the door. Hilda was greeted by two soft snores. As she predicted, Oga and Berubo are sleeping soundly.

An empty glass beside Oga's bed, making her smile motherly. So, at least, Oga drinks her homemade ginger water.

Hilda then looked around the room. Ugh! How dirty and messy! How can Oga and Berubo get well soon if they sleep in this dirty room? She has to clean it!

First of all, Hilda picked up the scattered clothes. Socks, shirts, jackets, and even uh, she also found some underwear. She tidied Oga's textbooks that looked virgin, as they were rarely touched, and some hidden adult magazines she found. Hilda feels natural that men of Oga's age see magazines like that. Only, it can't be denied, she felt a little jealous, eh?

Hilda continued to works quickly but quietly, trying not to make a sound, until finally her eyes looked at a book, written in scribble, she assumed it was Oga's handwriting. The chaotic handwriting on the cover of the book read "Touch it and you'll die!". Yep! It's definitely belongs to Oga! But, why Oga need to write down such threats? It's just a regular notebook.

Hilda picked up the book, but did not open it. Her emerald eyes took turns staring at the rather shabby book and the place where it was laid.

Oga did put it in the much more hidden place than his adult magazines.

Could this be ... his diary?

For the next seconds, Hilda thinks what she will do with the book in her hands. No, she didn't know that reading someone else's diary was forbidden. However, she felt that was the rule. Moreover, Oga also keep it so secretly.

Something told her to put the book back without reading it. But, curiosity always wins, right?

Hilda smiled slightly as she gently wiped the writing on the cover of the book.

"Touch it and you'll die!".

Well, she'll just read a little. Besides, she's his wife. There should be no secret between husband and wife, isn't it? And Hilda opened the book.

Dear Diary ...

Hilda smiled as she read Oga's first sentence.

I can't believe I ended up doing this! Because of Furuichi. Shit! I'm so gay now!

Hilda had to smothered her mouth to hold back her laughter.

But this is not entirely my fault either. It's all because of that demon woman and a green-haired baby who's now always stuck to my back ...

This time, Hilda's laughter vanished instantly, alternating with a twitch in her forehead that she didn't even realize.

She came all of a sudden and admitted this baby is my son and my stupid family, just believe it! They trust the devil and the baby more than me, their own son! Please! She's a demon! Can't they see it?

Hilda's eyes getting wider in every sentence she read.

The baby is not too much of a problem though, well, yea ... he likes to shock me. What a crazy baby! Do I look like a power pole to him? But, the woman is another story ... What is her name? Hilda or whoever. Like hell I care!

Hilda's heart pounded as if she had been run a marathon.

'STOP! Stop reading it!' Her brain commanded her. However, her eyes and her curiosity betrayed her. Somehow she had a hunch she wouldn't like the end. However, she continued reading. After all, that is the last sentence.

I HATE HER!

Written with a rougher and deeper scratch, as if he had poured all his hatred through it.

His hatred for her ...

Hilda read the writing that was at the bottom. Again and again and again ...

I HATE HER!

And she felt the floor where she stood as if it had collapsed ...