Fran's Holiday Treatment
by Berufura
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
All characters belong to Akira Amano.
Chapter 1: Chatting with a Stranger
That day...
It was our first conversation, ever. We didn't know each other. We weren't meeting face to face. We weren't hearing our voices either. It wasn't that beautiful. It was just...
Annoying.
Flashback
After attending college for months, I am on a long holiday. It's heaven. I like holidays. No homework and no part time job. Some people like to take up a part time job during holidays, but for me, holidays are holidays. My savings will treat me well. No holding back when buying anything.
I get bored too easily. I don't really like malls, to be honest. Hanging out won't help to relieve my boredom, so I decided to surf the internet until something popped up in my window. I thought it was some kind of advertisement, but it caught my eye. It's a chat-with-a-stranger website. I clicked on it with confidence.
I wouldn't reveal my true identity, though. I'd lie if they asked. But, wouldn't it be fun to chat with people you don't know? Click.
You: hi
Stranger: ciao~
You: italian?
Stranger: sort of
You: oh. Asl?
Stranger: 24 m italy
Stranger: you?
You: 22 m bleurasia
Stranger: liar
Stranger: where in the world is that?
Stranger: it doesn't exist, stupid
You: I lied
Stranger: as expected from a peasant
You: peasant?
Stranger: yea, isn't that clear?
You: umm... I'll disconnect
Stranger: wait
Stranger: I've got something to say
You: ...
You: hurry up, I'm going to disconnect
Stranger: I'm a prince. Remember that, peasant! Ushishishi!
Disconnected.
I couldn't believe the conversation was that short. I wanted to chat more, but not with that weird guy who claimed to be a prince or something. So, to add more fun, I'd say that I'm a female if the stranger is a guy, and vice versa.
Stranger: konnichiwa
You: what does that mean?
Stranger: it means good afternoon
You: oh
You: good afternoon
Stranger: so, asl?
You: 22 m bleurasia
You: hbu?
Stranger: 18 f japan
You: cool
Stranger: no, it's summer here
You: no, I mean cool
Stranger: you're weird
Disconnected.
Just before I said "you're the one who's weird", she disconnected. And so, that female/male trick doesn't work when the stranger asks first. I needed to be careful, hmp.
You: hi
Stranger: hi
You: asl?
Stranger: 24 m italy
I gulped when I saw that. Is he the fake prince earlier? Well, I can lie. I can trick him. Let's continue the conversation.
You: are you a prince?
Stranger: of course! You must be the one of my peasants
You: aren't you going to ask who I am?
Stranger: go on introduce yourself, peasant
You: tch
You: fine
You: 20 f blowrasia
Stranger: really, it doesn't exist, stupid peasant
Stranger: are you the bleurasian earlier?
You: no. I'm a blowrasian
Stranger: ushishishi, you're a funny liar
You: thanks?
Stranger: yea
Stranger: now, tell me your true asl
You: you'll doubt me no matter what
Stranger: the prince always knows whether it's right or it's wrong
You: fine
You: 20 m france
Stranger: france eh?
You: doubt me again?
The conversation paused for a while. I almost disconnect it, but then...
Stranger is writing
Stranger: you're not lying
You: how do you know that I'm not lying?
Stranger: I've located your IP address
You: what?
Stranger: ushishishi
You: you have such resources to locate me?
You: are you a police or stalker or something?
Stranger: actually mafia
You: now you're lying
Stranger: the prince never lies
Stranger: want some other evidence?
You: okay then, who am I?
He gave another pause. This time longer, but I didn't want disconnect. I wanted him to give me proof.
Stranger is writing
Stranger: give me your e-mail first
You: for what?
Stranger: just give it, peasant
Then I gave it to him. Not my active email, though. Just the email I use for playing games through Fakebook.
Stranger: hmm...
Stranger: sent
You: should I open it?
Strenger: what do you think?
You: k, wait
I logged in to my email and saw a new mail on it. It's from him, that fake prince, i suppose. I clicked that, and then I suddenly jumped out. He really is a stalker! An expert one! Damn it, he got my photo, along with all my personal data. That was the thing he sent to me. Now my cover has blown up.
You: are you sure it's me and not someone else? You might be wrong
Stranger: I'm sure
You: ...
Stranger: so, Fran?
You: hmph
Stranger: ushishishi
Stranger: my name's Belphegor
Stranger: you can call me Bel
You: I don't care
Stranger: you have to care, because I'm a prince
Disconnected.
He's scary. I don't want to use this chatting website ever again. I don't want to meet him again. Geez.
To be continued...
Author's note:
A short one. Kind of weird story, but... inspiration can come anytime, anywhere, right? This thing's suddenly popped up into my mind because one of my classmates played om*gle. Anyway, please rewiew! Good and bad reviews are totally welcomed.