Hello there, it's been a while hasn't it? I really can't promise that I'll write more, I'm kinda going on a whim. I haven't written in a while, but a certain friend of mines encouraged me to write something, and so this is for her. I told myself that I would only write it if I had the whole story in my head rather than making shit up as I go along, and well I did it :) This will probably be 15 chapters long, how I have it planned out anyway.

This chapter will be very OOC, but bear with me it won't be for long. As the summary says, Fran hasn't been around Bel for 8 years and the time has really changed them. We all grow up eventually, but maybe they'll find themselves? :) Actually this whole story will be somewhat OOC because I'm writing the characters with the personalities that I had written in my earlier stories. Yes I've kept up with Reborn and know the characters I depict are not the same as the actual story, but you know, it's FF so what can you expect? I like the way I depicted them before so... yee.

Rated T for language, under age drinking, and some scenes I've considered writing.

Summary: Fran has been away on a mission for 8 years. Bel pays him a visit. Very melodramatic, like seriously haha, with occasional humor here and there. Chapters are songs that I feel fit the episode ;)

Start the story already dammit...

Aerials

1. We lose ourselves but we find it all

Aerials- System of a Down

When one is being followed, some logical reactions would be to panic, scream, or run. Anything that attracts the attention of bystanders or whatnot.

But not our green-haired protagonist apparently.

Right now what he wanted was to be followed, which was great, because he was.

This was part of an assignment 8 years in the making, and it was all going to pay off right now.

Fran quietly turned into an alley. It was a dark night, the kind of night you could hold your hand out in front of you and not see a thing. But even with that, Fran could find the fire escape; his pursuers were not far behind. After his rehearsed three flights of stairs he slid a window open, slipping his thin frame inside.

Once inside Fran felt a sudden rush of adrenaline, the closer he got to the end, the sooner this would be over. It was still dark but a faded light could be seen from the hallway. He followed it to its source, a crack under a door. He entered the door to find a dead end.

Meanwhile, his pursuers were in the hall. Who they were was still unknown, but that didn't matter at the moment. All that did was that they were after this young man, as if their life depended on it.

They got to the door and tore it open, but as soon as they did the lights went out.

It was quiet for a second, then there was a crash, something fell, another grunted.

The lights came back on.

A well-dressed man stood in the center with a stunned look on his face. A number of bigger unconscious men lay on the floor, dead or not. There was nothing else in the pale orange room but a table and a light bulb.

The man was now confused, where had the young man gone?

At the moment he thought it, the only window in the room burst, and a couple of knives flew into the man's chest.

He gasped, fell to his knees, and then forward on his face digging the knives further into his abdomen.

The orange room faded into a better lit white one, the green haired young man reappearing with it.

He was taken back, that hadn't been part of the plan. Quickly he realized what had happened, walked over to the mauled body, and kicked over to confirm.

He turned to the window, there appeared to be nothing outside it, but he knew better.

"What the hell!?"

At first there was nothing, as if there was going to be no response at all.

But then a shadow of a man stepped in through the window.

"Hello frog."

...

The duo was now sitting in Fran's apartment. Well the blond stranger sat while Fran paced back and forth in front of him.

"What is wrong with you?" He began but could not find words to continue.

"I haven't seen you in 8 years and that's all you can say?" The blond grinned a familiar wide grin.

"Exactly! Ten years of my work! Gone! Are you aware of what you have done?" The younger man was having a different reaction than Bel had expected. It was a bit more of a reaction, but he liked this reaction better.

"You seem mad." He was still grinning.

"I am unbelievably mad." He half yelled, very unconvincingly, but it was true. Fran had been working on this assignment for such a long time, he had never worked for something so hard, and he never cared for something so much. "What's your problem?"

"I see you found some emotions in the last 8 years." Bel smirked, "And apparently lost all respect for your sempai."

"I never had respect for you; you have the mind of a 5 year old." Fran glared at his sempai, he still hadn't answered his question. "Why arree youu hereeeee!?"

"You were taking forever on this mission." Bel answered simply.

"You know how long this assignment was supposed to take!?" Fran couldn't believe this, "This was a mission estimated to take 20 years. The fact that I did it in 8 is amazing! I mean ALMOST did it in 8. Why'd you kill him!?"

The blond thought then shrugged, "Weren't you gonna kill him anyway?"

"Yeah-" He shook his head, "No, I don't know, I needed something from him! What am I going to do now?!"

They sat in silence for a while.

"I could help you."

Fran wasn't sure what he believed less, his sempai offering to help, or the fact that he hadn't laughed at him since he had gotten here. As he observed closer, he discovered that Bel wasn't even wearing the tiara that had labeled him the prince he claimed to be.

He looked tired. It was strange.

Times change, people change.

But it didn't seem like Bel had grown up at all.

"No. You have to leave."

"Why?"

"You're the reason I left." Fran realized that he had said that harsher than he had meant it.

"Ouch." Bel didn't hurt Fran as he had expected.

"That's not what I meant, but you know-"

"Know what?"

"You know what you did okay."

"What happened that night? Or?"

"No, okay no." Fran turned to Bel, "That night, whatever you think happened probably didn't happen okay? And if it did I didn't do it on purpose? It was you, all you, you're so manipulative, it was all you okay?" Fran was losing it.

"That's not how I remember it." Fran couldn't see Bel's eyes but he could tell what his expression was like under that hair. A curious expression.

"Well then you don't remember it correctly."

"Fran, I remember what happened, but I remember what happened after too. I came to apologiz-"

"No, you're not apologizing for anything. Nothing happened."

Bel looked at his companion, almost disappointed, "You've grown up."

Fran turned away, "I'm tired, I'm going to bed, you can take the couch, there are some blankets in that closet."

Bel didn't protest, he hadn't been told to leave again, he didn't really want him to leave, Bel didn't want to leave. Fran went into the kitchen, looked through some cupboards, and then made his way to his room.

"Good night." He said sternly, shutting the door behind him.

Bel continued to stare at the door for a good while.

"I missed you too frog.

Bel and Fran weren't as they remembered each other to be, both thought as they faded into sleep. Had time changed them? Or were they simply broken?

So the rest of the chapters won't have that hella long intro at the beginning (those irritate me). Also I am in college but my grammar is still the worst. My apologies.

Anyway I don't own KHR I do this for fun so yeah :)

I hope you'll continue to read on.

Have a wonderful day!