The Opening: Oga's Brilliant (?) Idea
Sunday morning at the Oga household.
The birds outside chirped like they'd stolen megaphones, and the sun blared down without mercy.
Oga Tatsumi, scourge of Ishiyama High, woke up with a wicked grin plastered across his face.
"Today's the day," he muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Heh. Today, Kogen's gonna eat lightning. And when he's writhing on the floor like me all week, he'll finally—finally—shut his smug mouth about me being 'useless.'"
From the corner of the futon, Beelzebub IV, future King of Hell, stretched his chubby arms and squealed happily, already sparking faint green electricity between his tiny horns.
The sound was enough to make Oga twitch. He could still feel yesterday's shocks in his bones. But instead of frustration, he laughed.
"Go on, brat. Today you're not shocking me. Oh no, you're shocking that smug demon diva. Then—" he clenched a fist dramatically—"then Kogen will bow. He'll grovel. He'll admit Oga Tatsumi is the true master here."
Cue ominous narrator voice: "Delinquent Oga Tatsumi, now beginning his most dangerous scheme yet... against an impossibly elegant demon 'mother.' This will surely end well."
The Fantasy: Oga's Brain Betrays Him
Still half-asleep, Oga leaned back and let the scenario play in his head.
Kogen, usually calm and smiling like some aristocrat, would be shrieking. Sparks flying through his silky hair. His fancy robes scorched. His pretty-boy face twisted in agony.
He'd collapse at Oga's feet. "Forgive me, Oga-sama!" he'd cry. "You truly are the strongest! I was blind, but now I see!"
Oga, arms crossed, would smirk like the badass he was. "Hmph. That's what you get for calling me useless."
And then—
Kogen, in Oga's fantasy, dropped to both knees. His elegant voice softened.
"No... that's not enough. I must... atone."
He leaned forward, his smile dangerous, his eyes shimmering like a trap laid with velvet.
"Please, Master Oga. As punishment, take me. Do with me as you please."
Fantasy-Kogen loosened the knot of his robe. The silky fabric slid from one pale shoulder, revealing far too much smooth skin. His tone became husky, darkly alluring.
"My body is yours, Oga-sama. Anything you desire..."
And then—
Kogen leaned in, lips hovering inches away. His fingers ghosted over Oga's chest. The robe slipped lower, and—
"—WHA—WHAT THE HELL!?"
Oga shot out of bed like a missile. His heart thundered in his ears, face blazing red.
"NONONONO! NOPE! ABSOLUTELY NOT! THE HELL WAS THAT, BRAIN!?" he shouted, grabbing his head like he could wring the images out.
Beel blinked at him from the futon, tilting his head, then giggled as if in on the joke.
"Don't you dare laugh, brat! That wasn't funny! That was—that was—!" Oga pointed dramatically at nothing. "I'm just tired! That's it! Overworked! Losing my damn mind!"
He stomped toward the bathroom to splash his face with water. All the while muttering: "No way. No way in hell. I don't think about guys like that. Especially not that creepy-smiling demon. NO WAY!"
Cue narrator, deadpan: "Thus began Oga Tatsumi's Sunday morning, already haunted by forbidden visions he will never speak of again. Or so he hopes."
Oga's "Shock Traps" Begin
After a hasty breakfast, Oga rolled up his sleeves and glared across the living room at Kogen, who sat gracefully sipping tea. Beel sat happily in Kogen's lap, chewing on his own toes.
"Keh," Oga muttered. "Perfect. Target acquired."
Trap #1: The Tantrum Gambit
Oga picked up Beel, dangling him awkwardly. "C'mon, brat, show him your lightning trick. Fry him."
Beel just giggled and blew a bubble.
"No, not that! Do the shocking thing!"
He shook Beel gently. Nothing.
Kogen smiled serenely. "Perhaps you should be gentler. Babies are not vending machines, Tatsumi."
"Shut it, I know that!" Oga barked. He shook Beel a little more. Beel let out a fart.
Kogen chuckled. "Oh my. That's... quite a weapon in its own right."
Oga nearly exploded. "DAMN IT!"
Trap #2: The Hunger Plan
Oga waited until Beel started whining for food. He shoved the bottle toward Kogen.
"Here. You feed him. I guarantee the brat'll fry you when you mess it up."
Kogen accepted the bottle gracefully, holding Beel with natural ease. His voice softened. "Patience, young master. Drink slowly, lest you choke."
Beel latched on happily, no sparks, no cries. Just peaceful sucking noises.
Oga's eye twitched. "No... no way. He's supposed to zap you! He always zaps me!"
Kogen stroked Beel's hair, smiling faintly. "Perhaps he simply enjoys elegance."
"ELEGANCE MY ASS!" Oga screamed, slamming his fist into the floor hard enough to crack it.
Trap #3: The Annoyance Attack
Desperate, Oga tickled Beel's belly, making him squeal. "See? He's riled up now. He'll shock the nearest person—"
Before Beel could even spark, Kogen leaned in and tapped his nose. "Now, now. No tantrums."
Beel immediately calmed, snuggling into Kogen's chest. His horns fizzled harmlessly.
Oga fell over backwards. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS WITCHCRAFT!?"
Oga's Meltdown
By noon, Oga was losing it. Every attempt failed. Beel refused to shock Kogen even once.
He stormed around the living room, fists shaking. "This is bullshit! Total bullshit! Why's he so damn good at this? I'm the one getting fried every day, and he—he just—"
Kogen watched calmly from the couch, Beel asleep in his arms. "You seem upset, Tatsumi. Care for tea?"
"SCREW YOUR TEA!" Oga bellowed, flipping a cushion across the room.
Narrator: "Truly, Oga Tatsumi's Sunday was unraveling into one long humiliation."
The Evening Cliffhanger
By evening, Oga was slumped against the wall, hair frazzled, spirit shattered. Kogen hummed a lullaby, rocking Beel gently.
The brat hadn't shocked him once. Not once.
Oga gritted his teeth. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow's gotta be the day. I swear, sooner or later, that smug bastard's gonna get zapped."
But in his chest, a weird warmth coiled — the same unsettling feeling from his morning fantasy, though he shoved it down ruthlessly.
"Damn it..." he muttered. "Why can't I stop looking at him...?"
Beel snored softly, and Kogen's smile lingered in the lamplight.
Oga looked away, cheeks burning. "Nope. Not thinkin' about it. Not now. Not ever."
Narrator, smug as always: "Of course... fate had other plans."