There were three things about that day to realize. The first was that it was in winter so it was cold. Very, very cold. Ice coated the outside of the large stone manor and snow covered most of the lifeless trees, shrubs and other things outside. The cold seeped into the manor and filled the halls and rooms with a significant drop in temperature, which brought the second thing to light. The furnaces that were supposed to keep the manor warm and toasty in this winter weather were broken; the night before an incident had occurred involving too much alcohol, a dare and Fran had caused the furnaces to overheat and break down. So now all the people inside the manor, the elite assassins who should have been much better at dealing with cold than they were, were all hiding out in their respective rooms to try to keep warm. Except Lussuria who was trying to make everyone some lunch; luckily though he was the Sun, and the Sun could keep warm even without the furnaces.

The third thing was a secret but it involved why there was a second person out and about on that intensely chilly day; Naruki Yorutsuki, kuniochi of the Varia, was walking quietly down the hallway, making her way to another wing of the building. She wore her pajamas still as there would be no missions when both Xanxus and Squalo absolutely refused to remove themselves from bed; they consisted of a light blue buttoned up long sleeve flannel shirt and matching pants, a size too big so they covered her hands and feet easily. Her long black hair was in a ponytail and she hid something under the large dull gray blanket she was carrying around to keep warm as possible; even she didn't like this much freezing but couldn't just give up when, while there was no OFFICIAL mission, she certainly had an unofficial one in mind.

Naruki found her way to her destination, the wing where three Varia stayed. There was the door marked with a little green frog and the words "Uncute kohai's room" carved into the door with what had probably been the same knife embedded in the wood under the words; there was the door that had a paper attached to the door which read "Entry fee required to come inside; please deposit three thousand euro into Mammon's account" and nothing else; and then there was the door that had a little crown carved into its wood and the words "The Prince's room; no peasants allowed" underneath. All three made her chuckle a bit; she choose the third though and carefully opened the door to go inside, making sure not to make a sound in the process.

The inside looked relatively normal despite the hot pink rabbit with an eye patch and a missing arm on the ground and a sea of clothing that hadn't been picked up since last laundry day; there was the scent of blood everywhere, filling the air, and Naruki knew for a fact it was probably not the only thing that lay unseen in the air. She closed the door behind her and stopped for a moment looking around; the door to the bathroom was partially open, the curtains were drawn to the windows and around the four poster bed. She took a careful step forward, planning each step; a bit of her blanket fluttered and got cut by the invisible wires that criss-crossed the room like a spiders web. She'd been right to beware but she didn't give up, slowly but surely making her way to the bed.

Naruki reached the bed and took a silent breath of relief before opening the curtains a bit; the man in the bed looked to be fast asleep and unaware she'd come in. She opened the curtains more to get a better look; he was curled up tight in multiple layers of sheets, some wool, some silk, all in an attempt to stay warm. Most likely when he realized the heat was off he had decided to go back to sleep, evident by the fact he was wearing his crown in bed and she could see a bit of the purple and black striped shirt he wore as part of his uniform sticking out from under the sheets before he shifted and pulled the blankets even closer. His wild and messy blonde hair as always covered the upper part of his face though he was grinning in his sleep; he looked oddly peaceful and sweet. Naruki couldn't resist a smile before climbing onto the bed, trying not to move too much and wake him. The bed was big though so it wasn't too easy; luckily the man seemed to be a deep sleeper and she sat beside him, speaking softly, "Bel-kun?"

No answer. "Bel-kun?"

Still nothing. "Bel-ouji-sama?"

"Ushi….shishi." Finally something came, a strained laughter that meant he a) had been asleep and b) was very cold. She smiled as a smirk came over his face; obviously he had opened his eyes and now saw the shinobi girl sitting beside him, "Aw, hello principessa~."

"Good morning Bel-kun," Naruki answered, pulling her blankets even more around her own shivering body, "Sleep well?"

"It's cold," he said and chuckled, "Ushishi, what brings you to the prince's room on such a cold day, sweet principessa?"

She smiled, "Well it's special so of course I came."

"What's special?"

"The day of course, Bel-kun. Don't you remember the date?"

He thought on it for a tiny bit. Just a tiny bit. His smirk grew to a smile, "Of course I do, principessa, the prince knows all."

"Good." She pulled something out of her blanket but the prince grabbed her before he even saw what it was; he pulled her down by the collar of her shirt, pressing her cold lips to his in a kiss. It was neither sweet nor gentle; as expected of Belphegor, the Prince of Rippers, it was a passionate and rather violent kiss, with him biting her lip until it bled then licking at the blood. He was pleased, "The principessa has tasty blood. Much better than any except the prince's of course. Ushishishi~"

"I'm glad you like it," she said then handed him the thing from under her blankets, "Here, a present."

"Can't I just have you?" Belphegor asked with the type of pout only a child could muster up; a twenty six year old man was pouting like he was two, most would think it creepy, she thought it enduring.

"I made it just for you, Bel-kun." She returned the pout and his smile returned before his thin hands came out from under his sheets, grabbing and ripping apart the present. Inside was a little handmade doll, a mini version of Belphegor, complete with knives, outfit, crown, hidden eyes and grin.

He seemed to stare at it for a moment then grabbed her again for a kiss. This time she didn't seem to let him get away, biting him first and licking at his blood, causing a chuckle of "Ushishi" to bubble from within him. He continued kissing her, deepening it and letting their tongues play, before pulling away breathless and with a grin, "A mini prince, how cute, principessa."

"Like it?" she asked trying to catch her breath again.

"Very much. The prince loves things that remind him of himself," he practically purred, his fingers starting to pull at the buttons on her shirt, slowly undoing them, "Still…."

Naruki shivered, the cold getting in onto her skin being one tiny reason; it wasn't her real reason though. She moved closer and pulled at his sheets until the prince uncurled and help them open to her, revealing he wore his uniform shirt and nothing else really. No wonder he was nearly frozen.

She climbed in, moving close so their bodies were against each other and turned her head up so she look at him, "Still?"

"The Prince wants his principessa." She smirked and chuckled, "Ushishi, darling prince, I never said my gift of the tiny Bel was the only one."

She kissed his neck, brushing her cold lips against his neck and making him shiver too. His grin grew to Cheshire proportions as her legs entwined with his and he laughed, "Oh good."

Naruki moved her kisses up to his earlobe, kissing right behind it then whispered, "Happy birthday Bel-kun."

"What a wonderful birthday it'll be too, ushishishi…."