A Belphegor x Fran Drabble: Eyes
On the first day he became an official Varia officer, Fran was punched on the forehead for trying to peer past Bel's bangs. On the second day, the same man forced a huge, bulky hat down on him, claiming that it would hide that ugly bruise Fran now nursed. It wasn't until he caught his reflection in the mirror that he realized he now had a big, black, unblinking frog sitting on his head.
On his third day, Fran protested against wearing that hat, only to have that deranged prince of a senior stab him on the back of his head with his weird knives.
And as he walked back to his room, both stunned and indignant, he decided to keep the large head…dress, if you would, that he was now stuck with; at least it protected his skull from random attacks by his very own comrades.
***
An opportunity arose on his fifth evening with Varia, and Fran decided to try again; Bel wouldn't know if he were asleep, right?
Wrong.
The boy's hand was hovering just inches away from the prince's apparently sleeping form when he started and drew back from the couch in horror; a sinister grin was plastered on Bel's face, one that wasn't present just a second ago.
That night, Fran returned to his room with several more knives stuck to his trusty hat yet again.
***
By the end of the week, he had pulled out approximately one hundred knives from his hat, and kept each and every one of them neatly on his desk. When Bel finally decided to take his weapons back that afternoon, Fran decided to pop the question.
"You do have eyes, right?"
His tone was blunt and deadpanned. Bel pocketed his knives calmly before replying,
"Have you seen a human without eyes, you un-cute little brat?"
"That's you, senior," Fran said offhandedly, and Bel turned to stare at the illusionist, apparently amused, "I have yet to see your eyes."
Bel's unnatural laughter made his skin crawl, but Fran repressed a shudder and kept his expression cool as he waited for a reply.
The prince advanced slowly towards his shorter comrade, and patted him lightly on the shoulder before saying with another soft snigger,
"Shishishi… My eyes are too dazzling for peasants to look at, you know. Because I'm a prince…"
Fran raised his eyebrows slightly as Bel's sniggers continued even while he made his way out.
"Prince complex," he muttered, slightly annoyed.
Thwack.
Fran felt his head jerk forward painfully when something hit his hat from behind; the door to his room swung shut promptly after.
He didn't need a mirror to know that a silver knife was now stuck to the back of his frog hat.
END