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The Great Varia Freak Show:: ~

"You're hired, brat! Welcome to the circus! VrAaaaAHHH! Get to work, goddammit! Do you need babysitting, ya damned scum?! Bel, show the new guy around this place!" The white haired man yelled, making Fran raise his eyebrows at his indecent way of speaking.

"Aww why do I have to?! I hate taking care of newbies~!" The blonde man that looked close to Fran's age, most likely a little bit older whined. The green haired boy made a note that his name was 'Bel.'

"Because it's your job, goddammit! Now stop complaining!" The older annoyed looking man yelled, and with that, he stalked off, not leaving any time for argument.

This would be interesting. How had all this happened? How had he, Fran, been dragged into a circus, called the 'Varia' apparently? Weelll....

--

Fran was sick of this. SICK! He didn't want to be treated like an animal anymore. His teacher was only using him for profit at this point, no longer was he actually being 'taught' anything. He glanced over at the purple pineapple haired 25 year old grinned down at him, counting the funds from that day. Mukuro was a nice guy, even if he hid it very well, he had taken in Fran when he'd been on the streets with no home to go to, after all. But... well, after he'd taught Fran a few tricks, the 25 year old had realized that he had a real gift for illusions and such. Fran still wasn't quite as good as Mukuro, but his cute looks and odd looks attracted more people. Apparently, his purple headed friend had a scary demeanor that wasn't good for show biz. It's not like Fran was doing anything big, just a few magic tricks here and there that cost money.

Back to the point.

He was being used; at this point Fran was sure of it. At first, he'd thought of this as a debt he'd had to pay off for being brought in by Mukuro, but now it seemed like more than that. He didn't get any of the profits, and his living conditions weren't that great either. He'd been sleeping on the couch for the last year, if that got the point across. Well, it IS a nice couch... It was a nice apartment in general, with a great view of the rest of the city and everything. Mukuro modeled, so it's not like he really needed extra money though. That's what had him slightly confused, and what had made him decide to complain just for once.

Fran had been confident that if he faced Mukuro, his friend would hear him out and they'd come to some sort of agreement. Of course, when the green haired kouhai had actually faced Mukuro, his confidence had diminished quickly. He'd been shot down, and he could almost swear that his 'friend' had come close to actually throwing a punch at him, and Fran shivered as he remembered being pinned to the wall, staring into that angry glare as it scolded him.

Yup. He was sick of it. SICK. OF. IT. He wasn't exactly a crybaby; in fact, he barely showed any emotion at all in general, he was a respectable teen after all. Even if girls thought he was more adorable than hott, and the guys on the street called him a girl because of his feminine appearance, that made it all the more important for him to act a little tough. By tough, he meant being completely void, even when making rude comments that usually drove people INSANE.

That's when he made up his mind. He would escape! Fran wasn't quite certain when he'd come up with the idea that he was a prisoner in this fashionable apartment, but none the less that was how he felt. He glanced up at Rokudo Mukuro, his captor, who was as usual paying him no mind. How should he go about it? Where would he go? That's when he remembered it. He'd seen a notice earlier. It had caught his attention, saying there was a circus in town! Maybe they could use someone that had talents like his? But if they didn't accept him, he'd be pretty screwed over. Well, it couldn't be worse than staying here, which would only bring more fights between him and his teacher. Fran hated fighting, and liked to avoid confrontations in general. Whether it be verbal or physical.

Now came the difficult part. How would he escape?! Because of their fight earlier, Mukuro probably would expect something along those lines. He was almost as smart as Fran, after all. He couldn't make up some excuse to go buy anything, because he never had before and his teacher would just tell him to wait till the morning. Fran couldn't sneak out any of the windows because well, they lived on the 34th floor. Even if he was good with tricks, somehow he doubted he'd survive a drop like that. It's not like he could say he was going to visit a friend, because the only person he knew in the entire city was his friendly captor. Or not so friendly, it depended on who you asked.

There was a sudden knock on the door of their apartment, and it interrupted his thoughts. Mukuro made no move to get it, and sent Fran a sideways glance. Fran got up obediently, not even thinking something that normal people might perhaps complain 'but you're right by the door...' He opened the door, and he grinned inwardly as he saw a girl that looked quite similar to Mukuro standing there. She had her hands folded behind her back, and she was looking at Fran shyly, letting a nervous smile spread over her lips. Chrome Dokuro.

He felt a plan, well not quite a plan, but he couldn't help but notice that the perfect opportunity for him to escape had been presented right in front of him. In Fran's time knowing Mukuro, he'd had many girlfriends; Chrome had remained a friend until about a month ago. Fran didn't have to ask what the sounds of groaning and screaming that came from his seniors room were. Every time the girl came over, his captor was completely distracted, and tonight would be no different.

All Fran could do was watch, holding back a smile, as the usual patterns he'd seen so many nights for the last month repeated. Mukuro and Chrome made small talk, smiling like idiots at each other, Chrome slightly blushing, Mukuro surfacing Chrome with his eyes accompanied with a small smirk. Then they started to drink. Well, the man did anyway, and Fran pretended to be caught up in a book the entire time.

--

It was only when the door leading to his teacher's room closed that he let himself look up from his book, face blank as usual, but inside feeling ecstatic.

Quickly and quietly, only grabbing his magic bag that he used for his show, he ran (or walked quickly), towards the door. He opened it, and looked back once.

Even if he was being used, he felt slight regret coming at leaving Mukuro without even saying goodbye. Maybe he should leave a note? As a groan came from his captor's room, he chuckled softly. It was an odd sound, and it felt out of place coming from him, but as rare as it was, he couldn't resist letting one out. He turned around, closed the door softly, and ran like hell.

He ran from the door to the stairs. He ran down the stairs, not bothering with the elevator, even though it would have been faster to call one up. He ran from the stairs to the entrance way, and through all this, he didn't look back once. And just like that, he ran out the door, already making up his mind to never come back again.

--

Drop. Drop. Drop.

Damn it, he hadn't been counting on it raining. He'd grabbed a piece of paper from the desk next to the door that was the notice he remembered from earlier. He still ran, why was he running? He didn't exactly know. He probably should slow down for two reasons. 1) It was pouring; his chances of slipping in such horrible weather were high. 2) He was in horrible shape, considering he didn't get out much. He'd get tired very easily this way.

But he couldn't slow down! He felt wonderful to have done something on his own, considering his life had been ruled by other people for as long as he could remember. His green hair was flat against his face, and he probably looked like a freaking soaked cat, a depressed one at that. But really, he should have done this earlier. It annoyed him slightly that even though he felt this good, it didn't portray on his face at all. What also annoyed him was the fact that he knew this was just an adrenaline rush, and in the morning he would start regretting this idiotic decision. He kept on running, looking down at the address printed onto the paper, and winced when he saw the ink was starting to run.

His eyes widened in surprise as he noticed that it was surprisingly close, just out on the edge of the city, in an abandoned field. He felt exhilarated and wondered what it looked like. Maybe it was a creepy abandoned auditorium. Was it one of those circus tents? He hoped it didn't look to ridiculous, like one of those poked dotted tents. He ran a bit more, finally slowing down ever so slightly, out of breath.

Fran had lost his footing more than once and he felt his knees give way as he slipped; landing on his hands and knees. It hurt a little, but he was numb from the cold. This was New York City in the winter, after all. It wasn't exactly warm. He almost considered ducking under a building for shelter, but then he realized he was only a few blocks away.

The weird thing was, he could SEE it.

Fueled even more, he ran faster, spotting the flashing huge lights, and as he turned the corner, he inhaled.

It was huge.

Fran's eyes sparkled as he laid his eyes on a mansion. It couldn't have been here for very long, and he didn't even wonder when they had found the time to build such a huge estate. It was painted all black, but specks of gold caught your eyes, and although you couldn't see into the window, lights lined the blood red roof, shooting into the sky and onto the ground near the entrance. He let his breath go, not even realizing he'd been holding it, or knowing why. Well, actually that was kind of obvious. The mansion was, for lack of better word, breathtaking.

Fran didn't even stop to wonder if they were open, too tired, mind not even processing. In the back of his mind, his adrenaline rush was coming to an end, and warning bells were starting to go off that he was way too cold, but he paid no mind.

Not so calmly, he shot towards the door, and hesitated for a second, his body slightly grateful for the overhang so he was out of the rain. Maybe no one was home, or they wouldn't open up for him. He really should have thought this through more thoroughly. Then, patience growing too thin, he raised his hand slowly and pressed the doorbell. He stood there, shivering, staring at the door, waiting for a few seconds.

Nothing happened.

He felt himself starting to panic, and pushed the doorbell again, trying to keep his patience. When once again, no one answered the door, he felt all energy leave him, and he tried to blink away the grey that was claiming his vision.

Finally, for a third time, he reached out and pressed the doorbell. Fran wouldn't be surprised if they couldn't even hear him, when he really thought about the size of the mansion. Except, he wasn't in the mood for really thinking about anything. All he could think about was staying awake. If he fell asleep here, he had the sinking feeling that they wouldn't be happy with him at all and the chances of him joining their crew would become slim.

He closed his eyes, willing someone to come to the door, and to his surprise, a light flickered on. His eyes shot open when he heard the door get slammed open, only to narrow at the bright light now flooding onto the porch. A man with red and green short cropped hair stood in front of him, and if Fran's eyes hadn't been blurred in exhaustion he would have noticed the slight gay posture, or the way he wagged his hips when he saw the soaked boy. Fran let out a smile of relief, too tired to put up his façade, and he spoke before the man could ask why the hell he was there. 'Iwantojointhcircus..." He muttered, and with that, he closed his eyes and let the cold feeling growing in his body consume him.

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And that's how it had happened. Probably wasn't the epic tale you were hoping for? He'd waken up to Lussuria nursing him in a motherly fashion, and well, that'd been it! He'd been welcome into this freak show. Of course, he'd had to audition in front of a scary looking guy he took to be the ring leader, but he'd been accepted, none the less. So far, he had only learned Lussuria, the gay one, and Bel's names. The others hadn't introduced themselves, or been referred to. A blonde face came into his view, looking annoyed, and Fran eyed the crown that sat on Bel's head. Was it part of his act?

"You're not listening to me. Idiot frog." Bel said, and honestly Fran hadn't even noticed he was talking. Immediately he had the sinking feeling that he wasn't going to like this guy. Fran just didn't like blondes. They didn't sit well with him. Plus, the way the guy's bangs hung made it absolutely impossible for Fran to spot his eyes, so he was left clueless to what color they may be. Not being able to look at someone's eyes when speaking to them made him want to punch a baby. Furthermore, the thing that annoyed him the most was the name he'd been referred to as. FROG? Annoying bastard. He didn't even look like a frog! So what if he had green hair [1]?! He raised his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry; you're just so ignorable, fake prince. It's hard to concentrate on boring things for too long." He said coolly, looking away at a tent that the white haired man from earlier was setting up, as if it held his interest much more than the blonde. Which, frankly, it did. Fran watched the blonde out of the corner of his eye, just to see if his words had had an impact.

They had. He couldn't be sure, but he could swear he saw a slight twitch, that must have came from the 'prince's' eye, for it was right around the area of the blondes bangs. He couldn't be sure because, to his annoyance, as he mentioned before; you couldn't see his eyes. God that was annoying him more than he thought. Well, at least he'd accomplished his goal of pissing off the older man.

"Nehh? Who do you think you're calling a fake prince, idiot frog?!" Bel seethed, and he gave Fran a look that asked 'How should I kill this bastard?' Fran didn't exactly like being eyed, so he decided to start there.

"Fake prince, could you please not eye me like that? It's embarrassing, I don't like men..." Fran trailed off, and he almost smiled just to humor Bel. Oh, the blonde hadn't liked that, he hadn't liked that at all. He had the suspicion that he might just die in his sleep once of these nights, but that didn't stop him from muttering 'fake prince,' under his breath only to annoy Bel even more.

"You've got a lot of nerve, brat. You should respect you're elders, ushishishi~" The blonde's laugh made Fran shiver, it was freaking creepy. This guy was creepy in general. Well, he hadn't denied liking men so that gave Fran a target for later. Why later? Because the certain tone in Bel's voice said that he'd regret it if he didn't.

"Oh and why is that, fake prince?" He asked, and suppressed the curiosity in his voice. Once again he looked over at Squalo now finishing setting up the tent (damn, he was fast), as if it was utterly beyond interesting. He couldn't exactly tell if Bel was watching him because-

He wasn't going to comment. Maybe he should cut off those bangs while the fake prince slept? That was a good idea. Fran heard his target mutter something rude, and he simply smiled politely, closing his eyes in a cute gesture. The blonde paused for a second after seeing it, and Fran had the feeling he was only irritating the prince more, so he held it.

"Ushishi, you could leave out the fake part and I might answer you." Bel said, and turned his head down towards his nails, apparently playing the 'let's ignore the other' game, like Fran. Of course for all Fran fucking knew he was still staring at him. Damn it, he was good. His dislike was growing immensely.

"Oh, does it bother you? I'm sorry. I've never had much respect for those that dress up. It's a turnoff." He droned, not even bothering to look to see what sort of effect his words had gained.

"It's not dressing up, damn frog. I'm a prince~! Ushishishi..." Again with the damn laugh! Fran wanted to kill this guy. But he wouldn't, if only to keep his job. Was he getting paid for this? Huh, he'd have to ask Lussuria later.

"That doesn't make a lick of sense, Bel-sempai..." [2] He sighed, not bothering to continue the childish fight. His targets grin got even bigger (creepier, in his opinion), apparently amused him referring the fake prince as 'sempai.' Well, Fran was Japanese. This guy would just have to put up with it, he had called others sempai for as long as he could remember, and if it amused the blonde freak, he honestly didn't care.

"Shut up. Kouhais should listen to their sempais." The fake prince said, and to Fran's annoyance, wacked the green haired boy over the head in a scolding manner. It felt nostalgic, to be called kouhai, and surprising, so this guy was Japanese as well? It was something Mukuro had called him, and that didn't make his feeling towards the blonde any higher. "Ushishi, good toad. As I was saying before my un-cute kouhai interrupted me...

"I am Belphegor. You may call me prince. The damn shark assigned me to show you around, meaning you're my responsibility" Bel smirked, as if getting to the good part, and leaned down so he was right in front of Fran. He felt uncomfortable so he let himself lean back a little bit, even if it was a sign of weakness.

Shark? The white haired man?

"Because you're my responsibility, it affects you in two ways." The blonde said, grin only getting wider (creepier). He had a bad feeling about this."One... I get to decide your outfit for when we perform." He said, and Fran had to keep his face perfectly normal, although he was infuriated at the revelation. He hoped that this wasn't one of those things where the last thing ended up being a lot worse than the first. "Two... Ushishishi." Bel seemed to have noticed Fran's strained façade for he looked even fuller of himself than he was before. "You'll be my new assistant in my act." He said lightheartedly, watching Fran's expression carefully.

Damn it.

Damn, fucking, it.

And in this case, the 'it' he was referring to in 'damn it' was this man standing in front of him, with bright blonde hair.

"Oh? And what's your act, Bel-sempai?" He asked, monotone voice never failing to amaze him. He sounded so calm, and he felt slightly prideful at the fact of his acting skills, even if they weren't intended.

"Knife throwing." He said, letting out his evil laugh (giggle), watching Fran with utter amusement. His smile must have grown ten times bigger in the time from the beginning of their conversation to now. Fran felt like mentally swearing. So, he did.

DAMN IT.

"Knife throwing...? Well, my life is over." Fran said, letting out a sigh as if this conversation depressed him to the max. Which, it sort of did.

"Ushishi don't be scared I won't skewer you unless I want to." Bel said, apparently that was comfort in his book. Fran was screwed over, that was for sure.

"Sempai, I was under the illusion that you did want to 'skewer' me." He pointed out, and wondered subconsciously when he'd started looking at the blonde. Fran looked away again, so as not to be accused of staring, and found him looking over at where Lussuria was feeding peacocks. God, that guy was weird. He was about to call Lussuria over, considering he seemed to be the nicest one of the bunch here, when his 'sempai' spoke up again.

"It's not an illusion, that's your job~ Ushishishi!" Bel said, and Fran wondered if he'd get used to that blood curdling laugh. He blinked and looked over at Bel. Had the scary man that had judged his audition told them about his act? Well, he'd only shown the man a simple trick that could hardly be called anything special. All he'd done was used the lighting in the room (which there hadn't been much of, but there'd been enough) to reflect another picture of the scary man so it was besides him. Simple really, and it was a trick he'd come up with it to! It was what had made Mukuro realize he was special.

Although to him it was an easy trick, the man with jet black hair and eyes that looked like they belonged to a lion had been impressed.

"If you say so, sempai." He muttered, wanting this conversation to end so he could go and explore on his own WITHOUT the annoying one who was supposedly looking after him.

There was silence between them, a one which Fran didn't mind, but he hoped it was awkward for Bel. Maybe he'd leave that way.

"Well, as much as you want to get rid of me, I'm afraid it's time for me to choose you an outfit for our performance, we do have one tomorrow after all~" Bel purred, and Fran noted the smugness in his face, feeling slightly wary.

"Ahh... Sounds like fun..." He sighed sarcastically, looking around as if asking where they would be going. Bel looked him over, making him feel slightly uncomfortable. The last person he wanted staring at him was this knife bastard, even if it was to decide on an outfit for him.

"Ushishi, for one of us that is! Hurry up, toad." Bel turned on his heel and started walking towards the door of the mansion (because the two had been standing outside with others that Fran didn't feel like mentioning. The only two people he bothered noticing were two adorable looking pink-haired twin girls. Although, they had their eyes covered by a mask, which he found a complete turn-off). Fran considered not following the prince to continue his ignoring game, but he didn't want to make a huge enemy on the first day so he stuck to following the blonde.

"Sure sure..." He said tiredly, following the stuck up man. He wondered how old Bel was, considering he himself was only in his teens [3]. The blonde looked around 23-25, but then again Fran never had been good at judging ages and such.

He was surprised by the easy silence that passed between them, considering they both disliked each other. Although, he had to say he wasn't exactly excited about playing dress up with a certain unattractive annoying prince. He couldn't be bothered to remember that certain princes name, of course. Fran took this moment to look even closer at the mansion that they resided in, having passed out before he could get a good look at the main hall. Plus, earlier that day the stupid long haired man had been rushing him outside to... well he wasn't exactly sure. To see the rest of the Varia probably.

The inside of the house was almost as amazing as the exterior (if not more so). The curtains that lined all the windows looked to be made out of some red velvet material, matching the walls because they too were a maroon. The floors were marble. Black marble. Fran adored expensive things like this, considering he himself had always wanted to be rich and live in a huge house (like a prince), although he'd NEVER admit it.

There were chandeliers in quite a few rooms, if not all, and he found himself admiring the shiny surfaces, already coming up with a new trick in his mind. The ceiling was far above him, and he found himself following the blonde into a narrow hallway. Unlike the other rooms he'd seen so far (not many, actually) the walls were a certain tone of blue. Photographs lined the walls, and he noticed a few of the people he'd already seen.

The first photograph was in high detail, taken from a very threatening angle that still managed to make the man in it (the one Fran recognized as the guy who had auditioned him with all those weird scars on his face) look attractive. The man's dark eyes stared down at the camera, and Fran felt slightly paranoid just looking at it, even if it was just his imagination- OMFG HAD THOSE EYES JUST MOVED?! (Sorry, I couldn't resist that little note XD). The unnamed supposed ring leader was clad in a dark blue that matched him quite well, although he wouldn't have thought so just looking at his supposed employer. He wore a dark red cape, and his hair was in a slightly messy style. The man was positioned on a king like chair, one leg overlapping the side, and although he didn't smile there was a slight glint of evil amusement in the ringleader's eyes. Fran's eyes shifted to the second photograph.

Fran recognized the white haired man he'd seen early, the one Bel had called 'shark,' in the second picture. He was clad in all gold, a gold suit to be specific, and it had obviously been for the picture because he was glaring at the camera as if it was responsible for all the problems in the world. This one, like the last one, was taken at an odd angle which made Fran believe that it was by the same photographer. The man's white hair was much shorter than it was now, and he looked fairly younger. He was standing up, hands pushed into his pockets cruelly, and his pants were hanging low because of it. Once again, Fran looked to the next photo and found amusement to see who it was.

Lussuria stood there dotingly, gloved hands folded fangirlishly (wtf?) onto one of his cheeks. He wore his usual glasses, but his hair was all green unlike now and longer. Fran decided that this man had probably been gay for a very long time. The outfit that fitted over the gay man's body was much like the one he'd seen this morning, except it was a red instead of black. Fran's friend wore one of those hats that looked like it belonged in a cocktail movie, and if he didn't know any better he'd say that the man was hitting on the camera-man. It was a great representation, and, to Fran's surprise, this picture was also taken at an unusual shot, in such ways so that the older green haired man was looking up towards the camera.

The next photo, Fran didn't really care much for because; he had no idea in the slightest who it was. The stranger in the photo had... unusual black or brown hair and he stared expressionlessly at the camera. By unusual, Fran meant it spiked backwards in every which way. This man wasn't very attractive, Fran couldn't help but note. The man wore a light shade of tan clothes, which in truth he had a feeling weren't the guy's usual apparel considering the unknown man was pulling at his clothes uncomfortably. NEXT.

No. Not next. Backbackbackbackback.

Although that was what Fran thought, his eyes were kept glued to the next and last picture. It was, unexpectedly, of his new sempai 'Belphegor.' Except, it didn't exactly look like Belphegor. Fran would have expected the prince to be in some sort of expensive garb that was overly priced and looked like it was suited for a very tale, but to his surprise it was quite the opposite. He felt himself sucking in all the details, even though he didn't want to. It was quite unpleasant. The blonde was seen leaning against what appeared to be a brick wall, and the thing that had astonished Fran was that he was covered from head to toe in black, except for the crown of course. The thing was, well, it's not like he looked good. But he certainly looked... better than usual. Fran hadn't notice quite how pale the blonde was, and he was certain he wasn't for that matter, but something about the lighting and the black clothes made him look incredibly innocent, but at the same time like a badass murderer. Instead of his usual mocking maniac like grin he had a huge smile on his face, and there were bandages under his as usual heavy bangs. His hair wasn't as well, spiky, and Fran could tell he was younger by at least 5 to 10 years. It never passed through the green haired boys head that makeup or style or even cool positions of the camera had anything to do with how unusual the blonde boy looked in the picture. It was altogether blurry, but he couldn't bring himself to mind. His eyes trailed down to some knifes that were being held in his targets hand, and he noted how close they were to the skin of the prince, and he felt himself shiver slightly at the thought of one of those sharp blades pierce into any human.

I really hope that this bastard doesn't plan on throwing THOSE knifes at me.

The main point was though, although the blondie looked better than usual, Fran felt an eerie/creepy dislike to the picture.

The blonde in front of him stopped suddenly, making Fran run into him and look up at the knife bastard with a neutral but slightly annoyed face. "Neh? Damn frog, why the hell are you shivering? Don't tell me you caught a cold yesterday. Lussuria told me that you nearly fell into him because of being cold; I think he might have harassed you in your sleep. Ushishishi poor toady~" Although he said that, Fran glowered at how smug and amused his sempai looked. Damn prince.

"I'm fine, fake prince. Thanks for your genuine concern." Fran answered dully, not in the mood for conversation, letting mock hurt seep into his voice. He personally found Lussuria's company quite happy-making, because even though the man was gay and had flirted with him this morning, but he had the suspicion that the elder man was doing it more for reactions than results. It seemed like the kind of person Fran could get along with, and not target with a barricade of insults like he did with most people.

"You're welcome ushishi" Bel smirked, and then turned so his back was to Fran and he once again moved forward towards the end of the hall. He didn't respond, not finding the need to do so. "Oh look, we're here!" He all but sang, sounding a little too cheerful to be innocent. He opened one of the doors at the end of the hall, and Fran realized that he'd subconsciously kept on following the blonde. The door was a yellow color, which looked odd against the blue walling but somehow seemed to go well.

Fran eyed Bel suspiciously as the blonde held the door open for him, and he walked in, one eye never leaving his potential enemy. Once he was inside and his back was already turned so that he couldn't protect himself if his sempai decided to play a cruel joke, he looked ahead and was surprised to see one of the pink haired girls from outside there. So was her twin! Hadn't they just been outside? While dwelling over this his eyes passed over the rest of the room.

They appeared to be in some sort of dressing room, filled to the brink with all sorts of masks, hats, costumes, everything that would be needed in a circus actually. Fran felt slightly impressed, and wondered what his outfit would end up looking like. He hoped it was nothing embarrassing.

"Master Bel. My apologies I did not know you would require this room or I would have cleaned it up." Said the pink-haired girls in unison, and he raised his eyebrows at two things. 1) They sounded like freaking robots. 2) Why the hell did Bel get to be called master?! He wanted to be called master by pretty girls! Unfair!

"Pfft, scum. I don't care, get out. I have other matters to attend to. Squalo said they were important, which they're not. But the damn shark will bite my fucking head off if I don't find this brat a costume." Said Bel carelessly, and he noted how the twins flinched at the 'scum' part.

Squalo? Ah. So that's his name. Good to know,

"Sempai? You shouldn't treat girls that are prettier than you harshly even if you're jealous of them." He said with his usual monotone expression, and he held back a smile as the girls gave him a surprised slightly scared expression (although he could swear he saw a flicker of amusement/happiness in their eyes). They also looked slightly grateful, and he wondered if he seemed like he was flirting by sticking off for them, which in a way, he was. His gaze flickered from the cute girls to his target, and saw that Bel actually appeared to be annoyed, even if he tried to hide it. Looks like he'd won this round. "Don't worry though," he said, right before the prince was about to speak up. "I know the real reason you're jealous of them." He said, putting a fist up with his pointer finger rose in a matter of fact way.

The two girls looked at Bel suspiciously, as if he was hiding something from them, and then back to Fran like he had a secret relationship with the blonde. Pfft, as if. Bel simply looked curious though, if not amused. "Oh? And what is that?" Bel asked calmly, wondering what bull shit of an excuse Fran would come up with.

Fran thought for a second, and forced a polite smile, although he felt like smirking, and he brought his hand down to meet the other one behind his back. "It's because you're gay and you want to be a girl of course. I mean it's obvious, princess. You're jealous because they have the parts that you want- if you know what I mean." And he ended his statement with calm eyes, feeling proud of himself for being able to say that with a straight face, even if it was out of his character. He didn't need to look at the twins to know that they were sputtering, and he didn't care whether it was of surprise, confusion or amusement. Probably the 3rd one considering he could hear the sound of gagging. Bel just kept on grinning, even if he seemed to be getting more annoyed by the minute, visibly restraining himself from hurting the frog.

"Ooh? And how would you know this? It takes one to know one, Ushishishi~!" Bel seethed out, and he wondered how he managed with that insane giggle of Bel's, then added on for better measures as if to insult him, "freak." Fran kept on smiling, not insulted in the slightest, purely finding it hilarious that he was making the blonde so pissed.

"So you DO admit to being a fag." He said, and he had a feeling that he probably shouldn't push it much more or he really would die in his sleep. Or when he was getting scary looking knives thrown at him. Shudder. He'd definitely prefer the first one. He raised amused eyebrows as the prince raised his hands in annoyance, although Fran saw it as defeat.

"Scum's, you dress the fucking toad I can't stand people like him!" And with that, he walked out indignantly, head held high, acting as if he was winning an immature match that meant absolutely nothing to him. Fran really did hate that part about the prince, but he managed to smile in apology to the 'scums.' To his surprise, they were laughing loudly in amusement, apparently grateful to him for teasing Bel. Gah, they were annoying. He hoped they didn't do this often. If they were grateful, then they should repay him with themselves rather than smiling at him like idiots, which he considered to be a very unattractive look for them and he felt almost positive they didn't do it often.

Finally the pink haired woman looked up, and Fran felt himself shiver a little at the evil looks on their faces. Were twins evil? He didn't know, but at least they were cute.

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Fran sighed, staring into the mirror the twins held out for him. He looked ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous! Apparently the damn pink haired women had heard Bel call him 'toad,' because embarrassingly enough he now wore a slight frog hat. He HATED it, too. All he wanted to do was throw it away (actually, he might just beat it up first if he ever got the chance). His lower body had a tight teal suit, which apparently 'matched his eyes.' His tie, on the other hand, was black. He couldn't imagine how much everyone from the Varia would laugh when they saw him, and he wondered to himself if maybe the girls were trying to make him look gay. They were succeeding.

His eyes traveled up and down his newly found outfit, each time finding something more to criticize. The pants were way too tight, he better not have to sleep in these. The sleeves were too fucking long. The tie wasn't the right length so it didn't hang correctly, and he didn't know how to retie it if it were undone. The teal jacket sparkled in the light. Fucking SPARKLED! He felt like Edward Cullen! His shoes squeaked when he walked.

...

That's when it hit him.

It made him look like a girl. The suit was oddly proportioned and hung tightly to his stomach, making it look smaller and thinner than it was, then the suit broadened out among the hips. His upper part, where most girls might find breasts (hopefully), was drooping slightly (obviously too big considering he had absolutely no muscles in that area which were meant to fill the space up), so it looked like he could be a flat girl. And then he was brought to the fucking tight PANTS. If he ever so much as thought of having a boner he'd probably be in pain. Yup, here came the pain.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that his own addition wasn't exactly helping. The ring that Mukuro had given him for Christmas was placed on his right hand ring finger, because it hadn't fit on any other finger and he sure as hell wasn't going to put it on the other hand and have people thinking he was engaged, or even worse married.

His hair and tattoos had always been called gay by others, and right now he was hit with the realization that there had been slight truth in the jerks that had called him gay's harsh words. Once again, he side.

I wonder what Bel-sempai will think. Fuck, I don't want to give him ammunition to tease me. DAMN IT.

In truth, he didn't care what the blonde thought; it just bothered him a little because he'd probably have to end up spending time thinking about his insults. Damn. That's when he heard the door open.

"How long does it take to pick out-" Fran had turned around the second he'd heard the door open, and he was quite amused at the shocked look on his sempais face. "Holy shit." He heard, and he glared at the amused look on his teachers face.

Smug, that's the word. He fucking hated smug bastards.

"Good work, girls." Was all that the blonde said, maniac grin a little wider than usual, and his famous laugh ringing in the room.

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A/N: Well! That was... fun. It took me a while to write but tell me what you think! =D I WILL write a follow-up to this, but it will definitely (let me say that again people, DEFINITELY) go faster if you review. So, if you haven't realized by now, the couple is 'BelxFran.' Depending on my mood swings and what you guys think I'll probably add some 'XanxusxSqualo' in here as well. I plan on making this one slow-paced romance wise, but believe me, when I finally get to the lemon parts I won't be deleting anything just because I love you guys ;] that's right! No skipping around with me! Heh, so yesh! Review! Love it, hate it?

P.S.

OMGOMGOMGOMG! SOSOSOSOSOSOSORRY MUKURO! I MADE YOU SUCH A JERK AND I LOVE YOU! WHO WOULDN'T LOVE PINEAPPLE HAIR?!

[1] So yeah, I know how in the anime Bel calls Fran a frog because of the hat and Mammon, but because Fran didn't start out with the hat and I'm not quite sure how I'll incorporate Mammon into this in the future, the reason our favorite blonde in the world calls Fran a little tiny froggie is because his hair is green.

[2] Don't own this line! It isn't really owned since loads of people use it, but just to let you guys know I took this from the anime. I don't want to get in trouble for stealing although I doubt I would, just being paranoid.

[3] The actual age of Fran hasn't been released yet, and to all you smart people out there claiming he's 25, I don't mean to burst your bubble but he's NOT. XD That's his voice actors age; just thought I should clear that up... And he could be, but I'm just saying that rumor started with no real evidence.

Volt out. 'Straight? So is spaghetti until you warm it up.'