Show me your smile [Beelzemon x Reader]

40: Hatefully back together

He examines the new table. It's slightly bigger than the last one and it's sturdier with a darker finish. He studies the varnish and how the table is built before landing a hit on the top. It withstands the hit. "My lord, the table is strengthened with metal so it can take more of your arm wrestling" a Bakemon says. He stays silent. "Very well. It passes" he says after a moment.

You lean back on the bed. "You care about nothing and then you're suddenly interested in a table if it's good. What the heck, dude?" He lights another cigarette. "Well I gotta check if it can handle my drinkin' and shit." You look at him. "Wait, you said you smoke so you can think better. Isn't that a little bit too much? You just had one a moment ago." He shrugs. "What are you to tell me what to do? My wife? No, I think ya rejected me from the start." He takes another breath and downs one more bottle.

You look out of the window. Meanwhile the Bakemon have put the breakfast ready. He gets up and starts guzzling the food. You eat a few sandwiches and a bowl of cereal. He's already eaten a pound of bacon and another pound of grilled cheese by the time you're finished. Then he eats a whole ham in a matter of seconds. "Why are you eating so much?" you ask. He answers you with a straight face: "So I could do this" and then lifts his arse to let out a nice big fart. You grimace and open the window to let in some fresh air. "Fuck you" you say. "I'd rather not" he answers. You look at him. "You better not!"

You keep drinking. He keeps his distance like you wished. He seems gloomy though. "I didn't fuck Lucemon even once. I just slept in his arms because I didn't want to kick him out of his own bed since he fed me and stuff.. He did kiss me forcibly, twice. Decided to kill him for overstepping his boundaries and enslaving a digimon who became my best friend" you tell him. He looks away. "Where's your best friend now?" he asks. You look back out of the window. "She'll return some day. Her egg went back to the Village of Beginnings." He gets up and stands in front of you. "Yer not bringin' any more bitches to my tower, got it? Yer a lot to handle by yourself already."

You don't answer to him for being in your thoughts. His fingers slide under your chin and he takes a soft hold of it. "Got it?" he asks again. You stare at him in the eyes for a moment until you feel a blush crawling to your face. You feel uncomfortable so you don't want to let him near you. Your hand summons the monk staff and you use it to hit him on the side of his face. "DON'T TOUCH ME!!" you yell in panic. He went flying to the wall behind the sofa and slid down on it before sitting back up. "Fine, fine.. I ain't touchin' or comin' near ya. Okay?" he says rubbing the side of your head you hit him on. You look at him after calming down.

You get up and down one bottle before walking to him. "H-hey you didn't want me to get near ya.. uh.. What're you doin'?" You sit next to him and grab his wrist moving it away before slapping him on the hurting side. "Shut up. I'm healing you. I don't want the other vessel for the power to save the world to get in bad shape whoever it was. However I wish it was someone else than you." You place your hand on the side his head hurts and have energy flow out of your hand to the wound. The vines extend to the back of your hand and his bruised cheek gets back to normal. So do his mask and hair and they start glittering. You remove your hand.

"Wh-what the hell is this glitter bullshit? I'm not gay" he says. You push another bottle of liquor in his hands. "Didn't I tell you to shut up?" you say. He shrugs and downs the bottle right away. "Well, you're not getting drunk as easy as you used to. Yaaaaaaay" You say sarcastically. He doesn't answer and keeps drinking. "Bakemon, put on some music to reflect my mindset" he says to a servant. Gloomy rap starts playing.

You glare at him. "Bleugh" you say and poke out your tongue at him. He smirks. "Now we see who's the kid. I've been tryin' to act like a grown up instead. Want me to change your diaper?" Now you don't have anything to say back to him. "How much can you drink?" you ask. "Why?" he answers with a question. "I bet I can drink more than you." He corrects his posture in a proud manner. "I can drink 80 bottles of this in a day. I bet you can't do 60." You laugh. "I bet I can go for a hundred!" He slams the bottom of the empty bottle on the table. "You're on! Bakemon, we need two of you to keep count on how much we drink. Count in the bottles we've done in already."

You think it wasn't probably the wisest idea but won't back out. It's all or nothing. You close your eyes, trying to speak to the spirit of Lilithmon inside you. Please help me win this. I know you know your liquor so please. After I don't need your power anymore I'll find your vessel for you. Her voice echoes in your mind. Then we have a pact, ohohoho~ she laughs. You take another bottle. "The fight is on. Bring it, Beelzemon!"

He raises his new bottle and stands up. "This will be a settling battle between us. Prepare to lose." You smile. "No, the loser will be you from the time being."