Well, here I am again, with the mentioned second OS.

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Understanding

One…two…three…, began Mammon in his mind to count as he checked the amount of money he had recieved for his last mission. He stopped his actions, however, when he heard a sleepy yawn from the person on whose belly he sat right now.

"You really have to count your new money every single evening, don't you?", the prince asked partially amused partially bored, bending his left leg in order to lie a bit more comfortable on the bed in Mammon's room. His arms were supporting his head.

"Hmph. Money is important to me after all", the arcobaleno replied with an indifferent voice, wondering how he had been able to actually fall for the storm guardian beneath him.

The illusionist thought back to the time when he joined the Varia. He had already hated his baby form before he became part of the assassins, but after that he hated it even more. The first missions had been a real torture. Whenever they were between ordinary people, the people treated him like a real baby, wanting him to say something like 'mama' or 'papa' or trying to touch his soft babyskin and squealing how cute he would be. The worst, however, had been the reactions of the Varia members to that. Levi hadn't been able to stop laughing and mocking him, Lussuria had just joined the 'game' by agreeing to all the people and treating him like a baby as well. Squalo had tried to turn away from the events, but the mist guardian had been clearly able to see how the sharkman seriously fought against his upcoming laughters. And Xanxus hadn't said anything, though his eyes had shown the disgust over all the weak people, this trash and if the arcobaleno had seen it right – and that would be even more embarrissing – there had also been a hint of pity for him. If even someone like Xanxus would pity him, then his situation was really seriously bad. The only difference had been Bel. Every time someone tried to treat the illusionist like a baby in his presence, the genius brought out a handful knives, threatening the people so that they would run away frightened.

"I'm the only one who is allowed to bug you, baby~", he always said with his typical wide grin. And after this sentence, he really always teased him the rest of the day. But that was okay to Mammon as it was way better than to deal with the reactions of the other Varia members.

At first, the mist guardian had wondered why the prince acted so different from the other members, seeing as how he was normally the type who would take advantage of a situation like this by mocking along with the others.

After that, the baby had learned about Bel's story. How he joined the Varia at the young age of eight. One reason had been that with his character and abilities he was just perfectly suited for Varia. Another reason had been that the Varia didn't care about one's age as long as one could fight and fulfill missions, unlike the other mafia families who had treated the genius like a weak little child that should just play with other kids but not join the mafia.

In other words his experiences had been similar to that of the illusionist. He was able to understand how annoying the behaviour of adults towards young people could be. And this understanding had been what created the first bond between the two of them, having grown stronger over the past months and years to finally turn into something even deeper than friendship.

"Hmph, it's no use", the arcobaleno sighed, putting his money aside, "I can't concentrate on my money when you are around."

"Shishi, of course. The prince's presence is overwhelming."

"Well, whatever. Let's just go to sleep now."

"Shishishi."

The end :)

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