A Royal Child
Chapter One
A/N: Holy cow~ The 'A Royal-' series has just hit the double digits! Haha! All right, everyone, welcome back! And new reviewers, welcome x 10, because this is the tenth story now in the 'A Royal-' series~ The stories in order are:
A Royal Meeting, A Royal Winter, A Royal Spring, A Royal Summer, A Royal Fall, A Royal End, A Royal Encore, A Royal Return, A Royal Blackmail, and at last, this one here is A Royal Child. The only consequences to not reading the others are confusion from references to past stories!
One last thing! I know I haven't done this in a long time, and there's not much point in me doing it now, but-
This is yaoi/shounen-ai/boyxboy, don't like, don't read!
I do not own KHR, but so help me, if I did, this series wouldn't just be a fanfiction. Ha!
"Bel."
"Nn..."
"Bel, wake up," Fran muttered, nudging the prince. Belphegor yawned, his blood-red eyes cracking open in a glare.
"The prince was dreaming," he mumbled.
"Sorry, senpai. But we're here, and I figured a good round of killing would get you all excited, so-"
"Yay!" Bel said, grinning widely now. "Let's go!"
"Yeah, just don't get blood all over that jacket - I just washed it," Fran muttered as he got out of the car. "And don't stab me while you're on your blood-high, either. I hate it when you do that."
"Ushishishi~ No worries, Froggy. Tell you what, you handle downstairs, and I'll handle upstairs. That way, we won't get in each other's way."
"We're supposed to be working together," Fran sighed.
"Yeah! Working together not to kill each other! Sounds great, right? The prince is a genius, right?" Bel laughed. The illusionist facepalmed.
"Sure, senpai. Whatever tilts your tiara."
Still giggling madly, the prince started towards the headquarters of the base that he and Fran were to take down, before he suddenly ran in, and the illusionist started after him. Almost immediately, the building became a small, confined battlefield. The moment Bel was upstairs, Fran concentrated, muttered the spell-like words of his special technique before his hand transformed into a dragon - one which he was rather proud to weild.
Meanwhile, Belphegor was taking out the enemies upstairs, laughing insanely as each one became a 'cactus.' It was a matter of seconds before he, the prodigy of the Varia, was finished. And as the last one fell, the prince giggled and sat down in a swivel chair, spinning childishly around in it as he listened to the pained shouts from where Fran was working. "Ushishishishi~," he giggled. "Froggy's so epic..."
Just then, there was the sound of crinkling paper among the yells, and Belphegor leapt back to his feet, knives at the ready. But the one standing before him wasn't some super-dangerous man, but a child - possibly just getting into their teen years. The boy had bright blond, almost white hair that stuck up a bit and covered one eye slightly. His eyes were an amber color a lot like those of a Deathperate Tsunayoshi, and perched on his nose were a pair of frameless glasses. His skin was a ghostly pale, and his small form clearly didn't hold much power. "Who're you?" Bel muttered. "We were told not to take prisoners, but if you're just some kid..."
"I'm not just 'some kid,'" the other growled indignantly. "They killed my parents. I'm glad they finally got their retribution."
"... Ushishi~ you kinda remind me of my teen years," Belphegor giggled, sitting back down. "How old are you?"
"Twelve... maybe fourteen, I don't really know. No calenders here," the kid muttered. "Wish I was older. Then, maybe, I could've handled these jerks on my own." Belphegor giggled again, before noticing that downstairs had become awfully quiet. He hopped back over to the staircase.
"Froggy?" he called. "You done?"
"Yeah, you?" came the reply.
"Um... yeah!" Bel said. "... Just a sec!" He then turned back to the somewhat morbid almost-teenager. "You wanna hang with us, kid?" he asked with his signature grin.
"... Sure. Nothin' better t'do," they sighed.
"What's your name?" Bel asked.
"Andrew," the kid answered. "But I prefer my nickname - Spark. Because I have Lightning-class flames."
"Oh~ You know about flames? Ushishishi! You're going to be accepted right from the start. Maybe you can redeem Lightnings for us, too, cause we don't have the best," Belphegor laughed. The two reached the bottom of the stairs, and Fran gaped at the sight.
"Bel," he sighed. "Who's this?"
"Spark's his name," Bel said. "He was being held captive by these guys."
"Senpai, you know we don't take prisoners," Fran protested. "And this just some kid!"
"I'm not 'some kid'!" Spark protested. "Stop saying that!"
"He's not that bad," Bel snickered. "And remember, you were thirteen when Mukuro took you in."
The illusionist blushed. "That has nothing to do with it! We're Varia! A kid wouldn't last ten seconds in-"
"I wasn't even fifteen when I went on my first assignment," Bel added.
"Well, sure, but you're an exception... Squalo and boss would never allow-"
"What about Mammon?"
"All right, shut up," Fran snapped. "Fine. We'll take him back, but you better keep a close eye on the kid, all right?"
"I have a name," Spark muttered.
"You be quiet, we just saved your life," the illusionist added.
"Pfft, yeah right," the boy sneered, sticking out his tongue.
"Let's go," Fran sighed, walking back towards the car.
"Ushishishi~ Yay!" Belphegor cheered. "C'mon, Spark!"
"Yeah, whatever," the kid sighed, trailing along after the prince. "It's not like I've got anywhere better to go." Fran slipped into the driver's seat, a very uncharacteristic frown on his face.
"Boss is going to shoot you," he said to his lover.
"You'd never let that happen," Bel giggled.
"Shut up."
"What the hell...?" Xanxus sighed as the three males walked into the dining room. "We don't take prisoners."
"We know that," Belphegor and Fran said at the same time.
"So then why the kid?" the boss asked.
"You people suck," Spark muttered, leaning against a wall. "Who're you anyway?"
"Who am I? Huh, you trash should enlighten the kid trash before bringing it to the battlefield," Xanxus muttered. "We're assassins. We don't take care of kids."
"Sounds like a personal problem, grandpa, I can handle myself," the kid answered, sticking out his tongue. The boss immediately pulled out a pistol, before Lussuria rushed in and restrained him.
"Calm down, boss!" the Sun cried. "It's our fault that the poor dear doesn't have a place to go to - we may as well take care of him until we know what to do with him!"
Xanxus took a few moments, before sighing. "Fine. But only because it reminds me of Squalo." With that, the boss stood and left, and Spark looked up at Bel.
"Mind telling him to stop calling me an 'it'?" he asked.
"No~ The prince finds it amusing," the prince giggled.
"Senpai," Fran groaned. "What have you gotten us into? This is just like the time you took in the marshmallow. I'll bet we have to share a room with the kid now, too."
It dawned on Belphegor exactly what it meant to share a room again, and he bit his lip. "Maybe I should have thought about the consequences more."
"No kidding?" the illusionist muttered, before heading to the table. "Luss, where's the skylark-pineapple couple?"
"They went out on a date, why?" the Varia's mother questioned.
"Well, the pineapple raised me," Fran mumbled. "I guess he could try to take care of this guy too, right?"
"Fran, take some responsibility," Lussuria said, folding his arms. "Don't try to push off your child on to a parent figure - that's horrible!"
"What?! Oh, come on! Don't go labling the kid as mine!" Fran complained. "I don't even have the respect to call him by his name!"
"Learn how to grow respect, then," Lussuria clucked, before dismissing the Mist as he disappeared back into the kitchen. Fran groaned.
"Great," he spat. "There goes the last, tiny, sad little drop of man pride I had left. I've had it stripped away piece by piece for years, and now, Bel-senpai, you've cleared off the last of it."
"Ushishi! Cheer up, Froggy," Bel giggled. "Least I call you prince, not princess, right?"
"So what, exactly, is going on here?" Spark asked. Prince and frog glanced back at him.
"Look, kid, for your own good, you should assume that everyone in this base is homosexual," Fran said seriously. "But don't worry. We'll protect you from the troll under the bridge."
"And by that, he means the trashy trash~!" called Lussuria from the kitchen.
"In other words, this creepy dude with piercings," Belphegor said. "He looks kind of like a cross between a warthog and a towel rack."
"I'm standing right here," said Levi from the far corner of the room, before the author ignored him.
"But you don't need to worry about him, because if there's one thing everyone has in common, it's a hate for that dude," Fran said, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. "Even he himself has it in common with us, but he's too uncool to admit it."
"Which is why we avoid him," Belphegor said. "And now you know everything you need to in order to survive here!"
"No, senpai," Fran castigated, "there's much more he needs to learn."
And thus began a rather long introduction and tour to all aspects of the Varia.
-End Chapter
Sorry about the OC, everyone! Please don't kill meh~! But since he's a kid, and the Varia are rapidly approaching their thirties (Squ, Xan, Luss and Lev are already in them, I think), he won't be paired with anyone - promise. Thank you again to Love Cronical for the suggestion~ I hope you enjoy!
Review or be bitten to death~!