My Roommate Oga Tatsumi

Chapter 15

When neither Oga or the baby returned to the apartment for a couple of days, Furuichi took it upon himself to search for father and son. Furuichi didn't have any contact information except for the number to Oga's beat up cellphone which kept going to voicemail. Seeing no other place to start, Furuichi headed out to Misaki's ramen shop.

Furuichi's heart began to thunder when the shop had a sign that read "Closed for winter break." What was he going to do now? He could try to go find his parents number through the school's records department, but Furuichi didn't think they were open either. Not to mention that he wouldn't be able to get said information without insinuating that Oga was endangering the child, which he was 98% sure the brute wasn't. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the shadow that slid next to him.

"I never gave you permission to take care of my baby, creep."

Furuichi nearly jumped out of his skin. "Hilda?"

The blonde gave him a penetrating stare that caused Furuichi to back away from the scary demon-like mother. "Um..c-can I help you?"

Hilda stepped to close the gap between them, poking Furuichi hard in the chest. "I said that I never gave you permission to handle my son. I don't know you."

Furuichi stood his ground despite wobbly knees. "Oga..."

She spat on the ground beside Furuichi's foot. "That good for nothing can't wipe his ass without help."

"He's more capable than you give him credit for."

He said it without thinking. They mirrored each other's shocked expressions. Then she gave a decidedly sinister grin. "You're in love with him."

"What? No. He's...er...he's just...my roommate." Furuichi silently cursed the blush that spread like wildfire across his face. Hilda took a step back to study Furuichi evenly. He's pretty, she thought appreciatively. He's got personality, but the blonde knew just what it was about the silvernette that drew Oga. His blind loyalty.

"You must be really good at sucking dick."
Smack.

Neither of them saw it coming. Furuichi questioned who struck the blonde in the face until the tingling in his hand signaled that he had done it. Hilda looked more shocked at the act than actually phased by the pain of the slap. Mustering up the last shred of courage from his fluttering heart, Furuichi mumbled quickly. If he was going to die here, then damnit he was going to have the last word.

"I went to bat for him. When no one else believed in him."

Hilda's eyes glittered under the lamppost light in a way that Furuichi thought she started to cry. When he looked closer, he realized that she had turned them hard and cold. Hilda would never show anyone that she conceded with the fact that the brunet she was still deeply in love with moved on to love someone else that was way better than she'd ever be. However, closing herself off couldn't stop Hilda's maternal instinct from questioning his ability to raise her son properly.

With an accusatory finger pointed at Furuichi she began, "Which toy is Baby Be'el's favorite?"

"The rubber guillotine."

"What times does Baby Be'el feed?"

"He eats five times a day spaced every four hours. Excluding nap time."

"What does Baby Be'el like after waking up, apple juice or a new diaper?"

"He loves a good story from Brothers' Grimm."