A/N: This was done while emo-ing about this fight I had with my Hime-sama. She's forgiven me, and this is kind of redundant, but I owe her a birthday fic, so…
A-Anyways! Please enjoy(?) this drabble (:
Keepsake
"You're such an uncute kouhai, Froggy. Ushishishishi." His senpai's amused voice rings out as his hat takes another round of knives from aforementioned senpai.
As usual, he plucks the knives and bends them, making sure to slip some into his pocket-
Wait. You weren't supposed to see that. I guess we'll have to stop here, since you saw classified things and all…
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Okay, so maybe he keeps one or two of the many knives he is showered with each day, courtesy of his wonderful fake Prince-senpai.
They deserve a better master, he reasons. Besides, he's a prince. A fake one, but capable of burning money nonetheless. He shrugs and continues on with his day.
Unfortunately for him, most of his day involves being around said 'prince', doing the occasional odd-job for one of his other less-sadistic-but-weird-in-his-own-way senpais.
That afternoon, while on a trip to buy a feather-duster for Lussuria (he inwardly imagined the colourful man – He is a man, right? – to use said feather-dusters to repair his Mohawks one day and could never look at him the same way ever again), his beloved senpai asks, very suddenly, with his signature grin, if he has been stealing his senpai's knives, to whom he answers, quite irritably (The nerve of him! I don't steal his knives – I keep them for…for future use!) but still as nonchalant as ever with an answer very much like himself – "Senpai, I'm sure no one even wants your tin toys. In fact, I'd bet they disintegrated upon touching the floor, being the flimsy things they are."
It was with no surprise that his pockets are filled with knives by the end of the shopping trip, his hands wielding the feather-duster the pair had bought earlier to defend himself from his senpai.
As he prepares to turn in, he counts the number of knives he has…adopted over the past year or so.
Four thousand, four hundred and twenty-six. Not bad, he muses. I should consider melding them into something actually useful for a change.
So he thinks about it.
Chains to hold my Box Weapon with, I suppose?
Hm. Possible.
And with that thought, he drifts off to sleep, ignoring the fact that he probably wouldn't act on said thought – They're keepsakes, after all. Each and every one has a precious memory behind it.
The first time he and his senpai had met was…eventful, to say the least, with Bel tossing a hat in the shape of this… – Is that a frog? – creature's head at him, demanding him to put it on.
He had obliged, of course, seeing that his apple-shaped hat had become quite worn out over the years.
The next thing he knew, knives had embedded themselves into his brand-new hat and so began the fake prince and the frog's beautiful relationship…
Little did Bel know, Fran took a liking to collecting the knives he would lob at him each day because to Fran, the boy who had always spent his time taking care of his grandmother instead of making friends, the hat and knives were the first presents he had ever received from anyone –other than his Nana, of course– and he would treasure them greatly for the days to come.
…Not that he'll ever admit that little tidbit of information out loud to himself, much less to other people, in the near future – no, make that never, thank you very much.
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/bows and runs away