Night We'll Never Forget. ~

My heart hasn't stopped beating since he appeared in front of me, I bit down my lip and stared at him with extreme curiosity. Blond unkempt hair covering his eyes and sticking out in different directions, a black and purple striped shirt hugs his average built body, he holds in his fingers a few silver knives that glint off the light of the moon above us, a strange and twisted smirk stretched his lips and his white teeth gleam.

The blood and his smile creeps me out, all in all, I was grateful he came to my rescue even though I'm sitting in a puddle of dirty water in a dark slit beyond the large plaza of the city. I was walking home from the store since I suffer from chronic insomnia from time to time, I go for walks to clear my head.

While it was another usual night of not being able to sleep. I decided to walk to the store, heading down an alley until I was ambushed, they were tall, skinny and were unfortunately stronger than I was. Punching me a few times and kicking the side of my body until I let out pained groans.

Unexpectedly, knives cut the air and stabbed the jerks who were beating me up, the spat and croaked until they fell to the ground, unconscious or dead, I didn't want to know. And there he was, smiling as he walked closer and closer towards me, holding more blades in his hands while I couldn't figure out the next words to say.

With a chill sarcastic laugh, he said, "You owe me, peasant, for saving your pathetic little life." Completely amused by the predictable he put me in, while I wasn't so much. I huffed and stood up, I frowned at my spoiled food in the puddle of blood and water.

"Thanks.." I muttered under my breath, not exactly knowing what else to say to this man. So I turned away, about to walk off until I felt his hand grab my shoulder and twist me around, slamming my back into the brick wall, I groaned and he laughed.

"You aren't getting away that easily, peasant. Buy me supper, I'm hungry," He said and all I could do was stare at his pathetic smile and then I noticed the sparkling small tiara hanging off one side of his head.

I looked back at his face and tried to distinguish his eyes, but I couldn't see them. "Are you a chick?" I asked abruptly, it came out bored and not exactly enthusiastically. His smile dropped from my brash comment and he seemed incredibly disappointed, I wondered if everyone he saves does what he wants, like some spoiled brat.

I reached up and gripped his wrist that was holding onto my shirt and pulled his grip away, I gave him a fleeting smile before turning to leave again. Then I heard him growl out incomprehensible words, "You stupid fucking.." He didn't finish, but I felt something dig into my shoulder, I stopped at the edge of alley, my hand on the brick wall as I felt my fingers twitch from the sudden pain.

Looking back, I could see three sharp knives embedded in my shoulder, I reached with my hand and tore them out, flinging them into the puddle next to my spoiled food. Once I got them out, I glanced at my hand and noticed red thick liquid on my finger tips.

I didn't bother looking back at the strange blond haired boy, then I entered the light and left through the crowd.

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Belphegor.~

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The slim haired green boy left without another word and disappeared in the enormous moving crowd, hidden by bright illuminous lights. Belphegor stayed in the dark alleyway, staring blankly at the puddle where he flung the knives in, blood discolored the water.

Bel felt shocked and surprised, the knife that was embedded should have killed him, or at least put him down, however, it did nothing but tear his clothing and leave a small trickle of blood on the tip of the knives, the boy seemed unaffected by the attack.

He curved his lips into a smile and turned away, not even bothering to pick up the knives. Instead he walked into the brightly streets, the crowds of humble people and wandering drunks until he arrived at a gloomy mansion with broken street lights.

He walked inside and heard nothing until he came closer and closer to the kitchen where he could hear horrible yelling. The lights of the kitchen were turned on and a few people were occupying the table chairs, a small hooded fellow fell to the ground when Bel walked in, his dull eyes said nothing of what just happened, there were also dark blue triangles underneath his eyes.

"Belphegor," He muttered unhappily.

"Mammon," Bel greeted and walked past him, not bothering to help him off the kitchen floor.

"Voii!" A tall silver haired male screeched, "Bel! Where the hell were you?" He asked, holding a sandwich in his hands that was being destroyed by his tight grip. Next to him is a happy blond named Lussaria, the other is a black haired male on the other side named Xanxus.

"A walk," Bel answered with a smile, but it instantly fell when the green haired boy flashed in his mind. He clenched his fists and grit his teeth, almost wondering where he could find him and deal with him before his mind exploded.

"I see something is wrong," Lussaria came up beside him, a large content smile upon his face. Bel growled and pushed him away while everyone else glanced at him, not of worry, but of curiosity.

"It's nothing," Bel said irritably, walking towards the kitchen door to head up towards his bedroom. Mammon didn't say or look at him when he bumped into him and everyone else fell back into their noisy ways.

While Bel headed for the grand staircase, his hands tucked in his jean pockets while he thought most of his victims usually comply with what he wanted, even when a knife is thrown at them in an act of aggression, but this kid did nothing and walked away with no care in the world, now that is strange.

Also, it very much amused him.

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To Be Continued.

[Authors Notes]

Hello. I have edited this chapter. 4/26/14

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