Authors Note: Here it is, the first OgaxHilda fic. There's no actual story, just a bit of random streams of thought, like a bunch of drabbles. I'm still trying to come up with a way to write a real romance between the two, it's hard. Still, it's better than nothing. So enjoy, and make sure to review.

He thought she could be a real bitch some times.

Always talking down to him, treating him like shit. She didn't treat anyone else like that. At least…not to the degree she did him. It was as annoying as hell.

She hit him, threatened to slice him up, and openly mocked him in front of others. He could see it in her eyes…eye...that she was enjoying it. What a bitch…

Still…no one else had the guts to do that. And truth be told, if anyone else besides her tried, they would be lying face down in the river. She enjoyed mocking him because she knew she could.

He respected that.

She thought he was a complete idiot.

At first, she couldn't fathom why the young master would choose such a man. He was a lowly human, a commoner from the street, what could the young master see in him?

Then she was surprised. That man had calmed down the young master in the middle of a fit simply by patting his head. She admitted this man had promise.

She retracted that thought when the young master got sick. She thought that he didn't care. She threw him out a window in her anger.

However, later she discovered that that wasn't the case. He did care about the young master. He just refused to show it.

He was constantly surprising her with his actions and words. This man was unpredictable. This man was strong. This was the man the young master had chosen.

She accepted that.

He couldn't fathom what she was.

It pissed him off how she always seemed to know what was going on. Always managing to manipulate him into doing what she wanted. She always seemed to be one step ahead of everyone. She rarely got involved, instead preferring to sit on the sidelines and watch, but when she did she ran everything.

She was feared by everyone. She was strong. He didn't know how strong. She was the first person in a long while to make him feel fear. She was a real Demon.

He remembers how surprised he when she briefly dropped that persona. Admitting to him that the situation had gotten out of her hand. She thanked him for his help and for what was probably the first time smiled at him.

As she told him to be prepared for the future he couldn't help but smile in his own way as he nodded.

She didn't pay any attention to the foolish human rumors.

The humans kept calling her his bride. She didn't correct them. It was appropriate for the situation. In fact it was the excuse she had used to stay with him and the young master.

Later, when they directly called her his woman she paid them no mind. It was just foolish humans talking about things they didn't understand.

It wasn't until much later that she actually found the need to defend that title when challenged.

They didn't get along so well.

He shouted, she calmly ridiculed him. He was stupid, she was condescending. He pushed, she pushed back harder.

Still, when they were together, nobody messed with them. Because the water and oil would instantly mix and turn their fury on the poor souls that had decided to disturb them.

They were at opposite ends almost constantly. Yet…they were together more often than not.

She was the first the first one he would see in the morning besides the kid when she came in to give the demon baby his breakfast. And he was the last one she would see when she left his room after bidding the young master goodnight.

They still fought, they still argued. She was still a bitch, he was still an idiot. But deep down…

They really didn't hate each other as much as it seemed…