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One Knuckleheaded Glutton
Protein Shake
A waterfall roared nearby, its voice drowned out by the sound of the thousand chirping birds that perched in his friend's hand. His body burned as if it were on fire and his chest ached where it had been pierced, but he pushed past it. His legs coiled in preparation to leap, before he launched himself at his friend, a vermillion orb swirled above his palm.
"Naruto!"
"Sasuke!"
Blue eyes squinted through the pain. His arm reached out, the orb aimed to stop his friend grazing the headband that rested there. A gash was left, symbolizing what he knew was to come. He almost grinned past his pained grimace.
Almost.
The feeling of success, of smug satisfaction, for doing exactly as he was challenged to do, was lost as his friend's attack found its mark. The tear of skin and muscle jarred his control, the smell of death and the taste of blood overwhelmed his nerves. But it was the sound that he hated the most.
Sharp, piercing agony.
The birds, those goddamn birds, just wouldn't shut the fuck up!
It was aggravating.
It was infuriating.
It was…an alarm clock?
"Fucking Zombie Jesus' rotting meat-stick— Shut up!" A clawed fist dropped down on the device, shattering it to oblivion. The peace almost came once more, but an air-horn sounded overhead and the lone occupant of the room jumped with a yelp, tangling himself further into the manageable chaos he slept in. By the time his frazzled wits were about him, the B.A. system started speaking.
"Go-o-o-od morning, Baby Bro! We have a lot of after-party cleanup to deal with today, so get your cute little ass out of bed!"
Now exposed in the makeshift den prior to the startling second wake up call, two blue eyes cracked open and surveyed their surroundings.
Hexagonal golden wallpaper that looked more like a beehive's structure than room decor? Check. Bright neon orange sheets and blankets haphazardly discarded around a large king-size mattress? Check. Emergency Supply of Instant Ramen still untouched by unworthy hands, claws, tentacles or any other extremity? Check.
"Another stupid Life-mare." The blue-eyed occupant of the room groaned as he realized he'd relived his death. Again. The occupant sighed and pulled himself out of the den-like bundle of blankets and sheets he always wound himself in.
Scratching the ruff on his chest, the blue-eyed occupant stumbled over to a bathroom attached to his room, and stared into the mirror for a moment. A lean, but tall and built, orange-furred Foxfiend stared back with the same blue eyes, slightly large fennec-like ears slowly perked up the longer the reflection's gaze was held. He had a mane of unruly spikes atop his head that had strands of gold and red intertwined in them, and throughout his coat were various lighter patches of orange that matched the scars that lay beneath, a particularly large starburst of cream rested on the left side of his chest. Outside of the darker hue around his eyes and muzzle, three black patches of lines that rested on either of his cheeks were the only other colors he had in his coat.
There was one other difference that he had which separated his ilk from the more common Hellhounds. It wasn't exactly obvious to the naked eye, but if one peered closely at the Foxfiend's stomach they would see—
"Ow?" He stopped scratching when his claws plucked a small bug demon out of his chest fur and blue eyes peered down at it. The bug-like demon stared at him with oversized eyes before it started humping his finger.
"Gimme yer blood, I want yer blood!"
"Oh, for the love of—Stop sneaking in here!" The letch was squashed in his palm, and he growled at the remains before he flicked it into the toilet. He huffed and adjusted himself to urinate, as any male would early in the morning. As he relieved himself, feeling extra petty, he focused the stream on the bug's remains. "Fucking pervert…Stay in Lust! Goddamn."
A sharp banging caused the stream to go wide and mess the walls. And the urinator.
"Fucking-! WHAT?!" He shouted once he got his act together. Great, now he had to shower for two reasons.
"Naruto, get up. Bee wants coffee." A gruff, deep voice said from the door.
"Can't even take a goddamn piss in this place…Fucking Here." The blue-eyed, orange furred Foxfiend that was Naruto groused to himself. He turned his head back to the door. "Why the fuck don't you get it?!"
"Because I have to head to this novel thing called a fucking job! You might want to look into getting one sometime!"
"I…Fuck you, Vore-tex!" Naruto snapped as he shook off any dribble and flushed.
"Just do it, asshole! It's the least your freeloading ass can do!" Vortex snapped before he trudged away, grumbling under his breath as he did.
"'It's the least your freeloading ass can do'!" Naruto mocked as he started up his shower, covering one eye as he made faces in the mirror to amuse himself. After a few seconds went by without steam fogging up his form of entertainment, he grimaced and tested the water. He flinched as he pulled his hand back just before more than a claw got in. "Fuck, I did it again. Maybe I can skip-No, wait, my piss. Shit."
Resigned to his rough start, he took a deep breath.
"Okay, you can do this, Naruto. In and out. In…and out."
A large, well-built Hellhound looked up from the kiss he shared with his girlfriend as a shrill unholy shriek echoed through the manor.
"He flushed before he used the shower again, didn't he?" Vortex asked, a wry smirk on his face as he looked down at his girlfriend. She was a yellow furred canid-like demon with four arms and antenna-like tips on her ears. Her hair and tail resembled the goop within a lava lamp as it oscillated between the colors blue and pink and waved about freely. Queen Bee-lzebub looked away from the hall the shriek had emanated from to meet his amused gaze with her own.
"Probably." The Sin of Gluttony snickered. Two of her hands grabbed Vortex's muzzle and pulled them down for another kiss. The other two hands were taking handfuls of his butt, which made him growl eagerly and reciprocate. Around a minute passed before they parted again, one red eye met her two as she licked her lips. "Sure you have to work today, Babe? I could convince Mayday to come help clean up over here."
"You and I both know why that's a bad idea." Vortex shook his head as he reluctantly pulled away. "Besides, we're looking to move out of Lust to keep Vee in her program."
"Bet she doesn't last a week."
"And here I thought you two were friends." Vortex smirked.
"We are; that's how I know she won't last a week!" Bee smirked back. She tapped his nose with one hand before she sauntered away to a couch, stretching a pair of arms above her head while one of the other pair rested on her hip and the last scratched her stomach. She stifled a yawn and flopped onto the cushions before she looked back at him. "But, I love your dedication to her. Tastes like cinnamon buns."
"No wonder you're so clingy this morning."
"Smartass. Go to work, before I make you take the day off."
"Tempt me with a good time. Tell your brother I'll see him later." Vortex said as he headed out. Bee waved him off and made a bowl of popcorn appear in her lap. She waited for the door to close and then flicked the television remote on.
A frantically scrubbing, drenched Foxfiend appeared on the screen. Bee snorted when, in his rush to get clean, the younger demon slipped and fell in the shower. She pressed record on the remote and went back to chowing down on the popcorn.
"You are never living this down, Baby Bro. Now, gimme the money shot. I need to sell this to Ozzie to buy some of Belphagor's goods."
"And this time don't forget to grab the macchiato latte with extra vanilla spurts! Gotta keep Moxxie's mouth shut for another ten minutes somehow, and if you forget it again, he'll get so fucking pissy and Millie won't let me hear the end of it! I can't fucking deal with that today, Loony, I just can't do it! I have a very important client stopping—"
"Yeah, yeah, grab Fatty's macchiato. I got it, Blitzø." A wolf-like Hellhound clad in clothes that could be described as 'goth' muttered as she hung up her Hellphone. She immediately went back to browsing Sinstagram as she walked into the Hothead Cafe. She'd much rather have just DevilDashed this order in, but since the last Extermination Day, the wait time for a D-Dasher had doubled and the costs for delivery tripled. Neither she nor her, ugh, co-workers were made of that kind of money and given she was the - her ear twitched a bit here - secretary, it was her 'job' to pick up the weekly breakfast order.
At least it gave her a reason to get away from her d-Blitzø, Millie and Fatty.
After a ten minute wait for the idiots that actually came in half-asleep to get their drinks, the Hellhound made it to the cashier. The teenage Sinner, if her nose was right, looked like an amoeba plastered onto a generic demon body, each of its micro-spots looked more like zits. They plastered a fake smile on their face once the Hellhound looked up from her phone.
"Hi, welcome to Hot-!"
"Order pickup, name's Loona," the Hellhound, Loona, huffed. She went back to checking Sinstagram, and looked up again when the Sinner didn't move. "Well?"
"Uh, um, th-there's a thirty minute wait for uh—"
"A thirty minute wait?! I ordered this shit almost twenty minutes ago!" Loona growled. "How hard is it to make three coffees?"
The lardo imp Blitzø hired could live without his monstrosity of an order. His stomach would thank Loona from the ulcer that never was.
"The, um, there's another order that's, um, uh-" the Sinner stuttered and shrank back from her.
Goddamn, how has this shitstain survived in Hell for so long? What, was it some wimp that took the lame way out when they were human? I thought most of those fucking idiots got dealt with during Extermination Day. Ugh, she wasn't awake enough for this shit.
"Look, I don't care about your fucking excuses. Can you just throw the Vanilla Latte together? I can wait for the rest." Loona huffed.
"Er, I mean, I-sure?"
"Great. Thanks." Loona held the Sinners gaze and she almost snarled. "Some-fucking-time today."
"Oh! R-right. Sorry." The Sinner winced and darted about the counter, squishing and slipping past their coworkers and occasionally getting cussed at by the Imps, Incubi or Succubi that they worked with.
Christ, thank God I never had to work retail. Loona thought with a huff. Another three minutes went by before she was given her latte. A sip had her nerves settle and her tail swished once before she got it under control.
"Th-the rest of your, uh, your order will be done-"
"Just fucking call my name." Loona growled before she stepped to the side and claimed a spot on the wall to lean against. Her attention went back to Sinstagram, only broken whenever the need for Vanilla Latte called.
She barely registered the jingle of the cafe's door bell, as yet another slave to the sweet relief that was caffeine walked in. A few damned muttered around her, but Loona ignored it. A sweet violet fragrance drifted into her line of scent, but she wrote it off as some whore's perfume. Another incidental whiff gave her a hint of something with it that was...intriguing.
"Huh, didn't know that Cerb' even had Sinstagram."
Loona flinched away from the sudden and close voice. She growled and tore her eyes from her Hellphone, raising her gaze up to rip into the creepy asshat staring at her screen. She started and her nose twitched when her eyes met two blue orbs. Well, at least she knew where the violet smell came from.
"Hi!" The Hellhound(?) grinned down at her and Loona felt her cheeks warm from the earnest, bright thing. He was a head or so taller than her, but lean, maybe a stick when soaking wet. Hard to say with how his Veroiska Mayday's May Daze Tour shirt fell loosely over his frame. She took in his orange coat, the faint cream on the underside and the darker circles around his odd blue eyes. The erratic sway of his tail made her wonder if it had gotten broken enough times to be turned into powder. "I'm Naruto! Harper said that everyone waiting on their pick-up order was over here?"
"L-Loona." The Hellhound quietly cursed her stutter and pocketed her phone. She brushed a strand of hair out of her face and played with her half-empty latte. "You waiting on your order, too?"
"Oh, nah. Mine was the one holding the others up." Huh. Loona quickly looked down at the three triple-stacks of coffee carriers he had under his arm. All full of large cups. Damn. Her eyes darted back up when his eyes drifted away to the ceiling and a claw scratched the weird marking on his cheek, almost sheepishly. "Well, s'not even my order, just picking it up for a friend. Didn't realize it would keep people held up though, so I figured I'd apologize for the wait. Sorry!"
"That's…noble, of you." Loona bit down on her knee-jerk response to call this guy out as an idiot. Which, maybe he was? He didn't have to tell anyone that he's the asshole that held everyone up. She realized he was still standing near her and narrowed her eyes. "Did you want something else?"
"Er, well…" Oh, so he did have an ulterior motive. Typical. Wait, shit. He put that dumb bright grin on his face again. "Another coffee date, maybe?"
"…Another coffee date?" Loona repeated, a brow arched. She bit her cheek to keep from smiling, his grin was so damn infectious. Was it some kind of spell? A charm? Fuck, Loona needed to browse that book for anti-charm shit, stat.
"Wait, I mean, doesn't this count as the first?" He asked, tilting his head as an ear flicked.
Oh. Okay. Yep. This guy is a total idiot. Kind of cute, though. Weird how that bypassed her typical 'bar' for what she considered attractive. The concern about a charm was still plausible.
"No." Loona almost snorted the answer out.
"Huh. So, that's a no on the date, too, then?" Naruto asked. After she nodded, he shrugged. "Ah, well. Can't blame a guy for trying. Nice meeting you anyway, Loona."
"It was…certainly something." Loona blinked as he gave her a parting wave and moved onto another waiting customer. She didn't expect him to be torn up over being rejected, but she expected his 'nice guy' facade to drop the second she didn't jump into his arms. She watched him apologize, and only apologize, to the rest of the aggravated coffee addicts for another minute before she pulled her phone back out to wait for her order.
If Loona snuck another peek or two at the weird orange Hellhound's whip of a tail, and the jean-clad rear it was attached to, that wasn't anyone else's fucking business but her own.
"Hey, Bee, I'm H–!" Naruto didn't even get two steps in before his burden was taken from his hands, the process of which almost knocked him off of his feet. His ears flattened while he stared at his 'sister' as she gulped down the contents of the first two carrying cases in record time. "Home."
"Ahh..!" Bee smacked her lips and tossed the four cups in her hands aside before she grabbed the next batch. "I love a good dozen pots of Hothead's Coffee in the morning! Shame they wouldn't take up my offer to build a location down here."
"Considering the staff's pay is kept laughably cheap due to their overwhelmingly high amount of Sinner employees, I'm not surprised." Naruto deadpanned as he closed the door. He checked his Hellphone for the time and clicked his tongue. "Damn, I'm behind. Bee, I'm gonna head to the gym for some trai—yelp!"
One of Bee's four arms encircled his neck and pulled him away from the hallway that would take him to the in-house gym. Naruto growled as the Sin of Gluttony purred against his head, then resumed guzzling her coffee order.
"Ahh." Bee tossed three-fourths of her current round away before she adjusted her grip on the last to free the arm that had him trapped. "Nope! Cleanup teams needed in the main chamber, east wing and on the west's second floor bathroom."
"What – Grip, loosen the grip! Thank you. – What are the magic words?"
"Do it, before I ship your cute ass down to Lust and let Ozzie fuck some obedience into you." The calm and assured tone told him that's exactly what would happen if Bee went ahead with this plan. Resigned, the younger demon let his hackles fall.
"...Sometimes, I think you only took me in because it cut back on your labor costs, y'know." He groused and formed the required hand seal that would allow him to create a platoon's worth of doppelgängers. With crossed arms and a po - scowl! He had a scowl on his face! - Naruto looked at his Cloned Cleaning Force (patent pending). "Alright, you all heard her. Get to it."
"Or else what, shit-for-brains? We can't be tortured!" One brave clone argued. His brothers began to murmur in agreement, the sounds of rebellion on the horizon, until a heavy aura pressed down on them. A set of arms rested over the original Naruto's shoulders and an ample bust pressed into the back of his head. It'd be arousing if not for the rumble of a growl that filled the air.
"Do you wanna stress test that theory?" Bee asked, her fangs and claws growing as her eyes began to glow. "Because I'm game."
"You don't scare us, right guys? ...Guys?" The lone rebel amongst the clones turned to see smoke where his fellow supporters had once stood. His bravado failed him and he turned back to the original and his benefactor/sibling. "Uh, heh...So, erm, ahem, what was it that needed to be cleaned again?"
A plunger, gas mask, and rubber gloves appeared on the clone's person. The amused, and freshly caffeinated, Queen Bee rested her chin on a set of arms that were wrapped around the original Naruto's head while the other set started pouring various coffees into a disproportionately small thermos. Her eyes no longer glowed with malicious intent, but gleeful amusement.
"You get to freshen up the party guests' toilets."
"Goddammit." Original and clone grimaced. The guests' toilets were a series of bathrooms set in the main hall that always got clogged in one or several areas after one of Bee's parties. It typically required a team of specialists to handle, or one smartassed Foxfiend that lipped off at the wrong moment. The original was grimacing for the memories that would come upon his clone's dispelling and the clone did the same for the memories he would make before the aforementioned dispelling. Resigned to his fate, the clone trudged off with its head hung, aware that it had lost its battle and bid for freedom.
"I'm going to repress those memories so hard." Naruto grumbled into his hand. The hand dragged down as blue eyes rolled up. "There, you have a cleaning crew. Can I go train, now?"
"Of course not! We have a party to plan!" Bee grinned as she buzzed around and pressed her head against his. "Mayday's out of rehab and she deserves a celebration!"
"Wasn't that what last night's party was for?" Naruto countered, eyes half-lidded.
"Was it? Huh." Bee pulled back to rub her chin. "I guess…then we'll celebrate whatever you're so peppy about!"
"I thought I was always 'peppy'?" Naruto frowned. He growled in annoyance as the sin cooed at him and scratched a sweet spot on his jawline. Downside to the new life in Hell? He was vulnerable to petting, a fact he learned way-y-y too early.
"You are, but it's different today. I can smell it." Bee grinned and scented all around the younger demon. "Something happened, you're basically radiant with joy and …ecstasy? No, close, but not quite."
"Bee, back off–"
"Lust? Nah, missing the tang."
"Bee, I'm warning you–"
"Wait. Hold on." Bee grabbed his arms and shoulders with both sets of her hands before she furiously sniffed at the base of his ears. She pulled back with wide eyes and grinned. "That's attraction! You met someone?!"
"Please, just drop it." Naruto pleaded feebly. He knew that this was about to be blown out of proportion.
Sure enough, his request was ignored and he was hauled through the manor to Bee's favorite 'dish' space. The quiet little library that had only a few chairs and only one entrance. It made it easier for her to trap her target, which nine times out of ten happened to be Naruto. As he was several times before, he sat in a moon chair across from the Sin as she manifested a whole plate of crepes and stared him down.
"Dish the deets, Baby Bro! Spare nothing, and don't try to lie." Bee tossed a crepe into her mouth and grinned at him. "I'll smell it."
"It's not a big deal, I met a hot girl while I was getting your coffee."
"A Sinner? Humans have been getting better since they stopped 'keeping the blood pure'. Well, outside of Alabama, anyway." Bee hummed and took a sip from her Coffee Thermos. Another crepe was thrown into her mouth. "So, keep going!"
"She wasn't a Sinner–"
"Succubus?"
"No, why does it–"
"An imp? Hm, I guess they can be fun every other century…"
"She was a Hellhound, okay?! She was a hot, grey Hellhound with a crop-top and shorts! Can I continue so I can get on with my day?" Naruto asked, eye twitching. Bee grinned.
"I knew you had taste. Only took you a few centuries." She teased. The younger demon growled at her. Bee laughed and popped two more crepes into her mouth. "Right, right, sorry. What else?"
"Your order delayed hers, so I apologized for the inconvenience, and asked her out. She said no–" Naruto spluttered as he was doused in coffee. "Bee, the fuck?!"
"What do you mean she said 'no'?!" Bee's hands slammed onto her desk. Her eyes bled red and her wings started to grow. "You introduced yourself as Naru-lzebub, asked her out and she said no?!"
"No, I introduced myself by my name and she said no. Calm your tits, Bee, it's far from the first time I got shot down." Naruto huffed and Bee reluctantly reverted to her friendlier, reserved appearance. "I didn't think she'd go for it anyway, so I got over it and brought your order back after apologizing to the other customers for the hold-up. There, story-time is over." He rolled his eyes and put his hands on the chair to get up. "Now, since the clones are on clean-up and there's no reason to party tonight–"
"What?! Yes there is! My baby brother–"
"Fucking–Stop calling me that, Bee!"
"Never." Bee hissed with a flash of red in her eyes. The Foxfiend threw his hand up and flopped back in the seat as Bee leaned forward and pressed on. "My baby brother just had his heart broken! For the first time in...since...For the first time! He needs a cheer-up party!"
"He just wants to go train. Like he's supposed to be. Right now." Naruto growled. His hands scrubbed over his face. He raked his claws down his muzzle and let out a tired sigh. "Bee, if I help you plan this party–"
"And attend!"
"Fucking. ...Fine. If I help you plan and attend this party, may I use tomorrow to catch up on my training?" Naruto asked with a twitch in his eye. Each word felt like he was pulling a tooth out. Negotiating with one of the Seven Sins was considered an act of suicide...unless you were considered part of their family, much like Naruto was. Now, rather than suicide, it was more akin along the lines of walking a tightrope over a pit of fire to ensure his sanity remains in check.
The only one who would have a harder time would be anyone that may try to negotiate with Lucifer.
A pale faced, blonde-haired young woman sneezed and accepted the handkerchief that her girlfriend handed over. Together, they looked up at the run-down, condemned hotel that was well overdue to be refurbished or demolished.
"Are you sure about this? This is gonna take a lot of work, Charlie."
"Maybe, but think of how good it will feel to see the first soul ascend to Heaven." Charlie returned and smiled. She tucked the handkerchief into her suit pocket and pulled the other girl into a tight hug. "Now, c'mon, Vaggie! Destiny awaits us!"
"You'll stay for the whole party?" Bee asked, peering from one of his eyes to the next.
"Oh, I'm going to fucking regret this–yes." The Foxfiend sighed.
"YES!" Bee shot up from her seat and grabbed him around the neck. "Then let's get to planning! You're going to be so cheered up from this! Fuck that bitch who broke your heart–"
"Didn't break my heart. Just said no."
"Yes, yes, and she'll live to regret it! Now come, Baby Bro, Big Sis Bee gots party goods to get!" Bee cheered as she pulled him along while she flew for the front door.
"Fine, Christ, just stop pulling my neck, you psychopath!"
"I can't believe you forgot my drink again." A small, well-dressed, white-haired imp whined forlornly as he leaned against another imp, this one a female with a small gap in her teeth and a Hothead Cafe cup in her hands.
"Aw, don't you worry none, Mox. You can share mine!" The other imp smiled and offered her drink. "It's got extra tabasco sauce in it to give the espresso a real kick in the ass!"
"Er...Thank you, Millie, but I'm-I'm good."
Loona ignored the byplay of the married couple and swiped her thumb over her Hellphone screen while she scrolled Sinstagram in search of a certain orange Hellhound. Reading through the Grimoire's spells and counters to charms got boring real fast, and none of the ones there seemed to focus on any charms or enchantments a Hellhound could cast subtly. (In fact, there was a rather lengthy passage that argued against a Hellhound's skill in demonic mage-craft that just pissed her off on principle). She huffed in mild frustration as she came across another loser that claimed to be 'Cosplaying as Naru-lzebub'. Who the fuck cosplays as some random Hellhound?
"What the horse-fucking rider fuck?!" Blitzø shouted from his office before he stormed out, came over to Loona's desk and held his cup up to her line of sight. "Looney! They made my Iced Coffee without any ice! You better not have given those fuckers a tip!"
"Um, sir? You were on the phone when Loona got here with the order an hour ago and told us not to disturb you. By the time you came out to get it, five minutes ago, the ice probably melted." Moxxie pointed out with a raised finger. Blitzø stared at him for a moment.
"Moxxie?"
"Er, yes, sir?"
"Shut the fuck up."
"...Y-Yes, sir."
Loona snorted, typical fatty and his bitch attitude. No wonder Millie hooked her claws into him when she could.
"Right, now, we have to send these fuckers a message and–" Blitzø stopped his rant and stared at Loona's hand. Okay, new level of weird for her adoptive parent, but–Wait, oh fuck. Loona growled and pulled her phone out of his reach before he could snag it. "Loona! You aren't supposed to look at those kinds of websites at your age! Your innocent eyes are being fucking tainted!"
"For the last time, I'm almost fucking twenty-one, Blitzø!" Loona snapped as she kept her phone out of his reach. "Back off!"
"In Hellhound years!" The stupid horse-fucker snapped back at her so certain in his words it caused her to stare at him. Goddammit, why was Loona surrounded by idiots?! "So, to everyone else that means you're only three! I can't have Hellhound Services know I'm letting you look at that shit when you're so young! The shit Beelzebub's lackeys would do to us if they ever found out we violated those rules?!"
"Blitz, you do realize that Hellhounds age at the same rate as Imps, right?" Millie asked, smirking from where she sat with her fatass of a husband. Smug bitch was amused by Loona's suffering, was she?! She was going to dump the next coffee Millie ordered off the freeway and fill the cup with sewer water!
"What? No, they don't! Every documentary I watched before adopting my sweet Looney-tooney can attest to this!"
"What documentary was that 'Dogs: What They Are & How to Fuck Them?'" Loona sneered. Blitzø gasped and–Loona's eyes crossed before they blazed with fury. "Oh, you did not just fucking do what I think you did!"
"No! Bad! Bad Loona! We don't besmirch the sexual desires of family!"
Loona could've ended the fight here and now with a single word. An apology would've put the fight to a stop, swept Blitzø up into whatever bizarro fantasy his sick twisted mind came up with and made him forget about the whole incident. That would've required a large amount of healthy Pride Juice to be swallowed by the Hellhound, so, naturally, she did otherwise.
"We're only 'family' on fucking paper, asshole!"
And so the fight continued as it normally would, loudly and somewhat comically. It was just another day for I.M.P., with the shouting of hurtful words, violence that no amount of medical insurance in Hell or on Earth could cover, and many, many slurs to be exchanged. The time would come when things would change, and the change would come soon.
AN: Alright! I like this one! I really like this one!
This new story brought to you by the insanity that is my life, brain and the new kitten that has conquered our house. He is a little shit.
Thanks for reading, and remember!
It's just fucking fan-fiction