Hello everyone!
Yes I have started another new story, I know I know I need to finish my other ones and I will! Soon…I highly apologize for any grammar mistakes, I was in a rush to publish this.
Anyways this is an IMPORTANT NOTE if you have not watched the Reborn OVA. There is a scene where the Varia(with the exception of Mammon) are in a hot spring and they suddenly all get hit by the ten year bazooka! I was wondering how Fran would react if suddenly all of his Varia members were replaced with their younger selves in towels! Because they don't show it in the OVA.
Disclaimer: If I owned Reborn I would force yaoi upon it like a corrupt dictator.
Anyways please READ AND REVIEW
The Varia could best be described as a house full of crazies. They were a group of mentally-unstable, violence prone nut jobs trained to kill people in the most grotesque and torturous ways. Fran always wondered who the hell thought it was a good idea to group these people together.
He thought he had escaped them when their old illusionist returned to life. He was planning to grab his bags and bolt out those doors as soon as possible to the farthest destination from their headquarters. Then he learned that wasn't quite how it worked. There were three large technicalities that got in his way.
Mammon though had returned as a member, only presented himself during high-paying battles. With the Arcobaleno recently restored, he spent 95% of his time assisting them for a price of course. That left Varia in need of a high level illusionist=Fran.
He had never heard of anyone who 'quit' the Varia. You quit when you were dead. No exceptions.
Sure, judging by these Fran could manage to run away and live a peaceful life concealed by illusions. But the third though, was the one that would really end up biting him in the ass.
King of Crazies. Or Prince would be the more appropriate term. A twisted, insane, all together disturbing fake-Prince ad taken an interest in Fran. And God only knows why Fran reciprocated the feeling.
This 'interest' had evolved steadily. Interest to lust, lust to courting, courting to sex, and sex to well more sex. Now Prince-Crazy(Also known as fake-Prince and Bel-senpai) would end up through a royal tantrum (side note: this usual involved knives and mass murder/destruction) if he learned 'Froggy' would be out of general surveillance for anytime more than a month. Which was irony in its finest, counting how many times senpai himself had informed Fran to get lost, so perhaps the larger problem with Fran leaving was who he would be staying with.
Of course he would stay with master for awhile-after all there were things he still could learn. But if Bel knew of this…well nations could become wiped out, continents could disappear from the earth, planets suddenly spontaneously combust-in short all hell would break loose.
Oh don't get the wrong idea, senpai wasn't the possessive type. He had even told Fran himself. He wasn't possessive, He was simply a Prince.
Slowly, Fran adjusted to the fact that he would never be able to leave these nut-cases until he died (basing on his daily threats, it would happen sometime soon); he settled back into normal Varia life. Now when he says 'normal' he means things that would have a sumo-wrestler come crying home.
But today, today was the oddest day Fran had ever experienced in the Varia.
It started out as an average afternoon.
"Senpaii. I think you're being unreasonable." He looked upwards to where the fake-prince's eyes were meant to be. He loomed over Fran with one hand splayed on the wall adjacent to the frog hat, and blocking all escape to his right. The other held a knife up to the kouhai's Adams apple, blocking escape in well, any directions.
Their chests were centimeters from touching and hips occasionally brushed together.
"Froggy should stop lying to the Prince." His face formed a childish frown/pout, only a tad better than the wicked smile seconds before. Bel suffered once a month (or more sometimes-he was irregular) from J.M.S. Jealous Maniac Syndrome.
Fran had to admit usually, he did have sufficient reasons. But it was that stupid Pineapple Master's fault! He had a fetish for younger kids-take that Chrome girl for example. Whenever senpai did being his J.M.S.-ing cycle this was how it worked:
First off, he'd find a surface, ground, wall, rock, cliff, branches that could-and would- break the instant contact was made, and capture Fran between his body and it.
Second was the rampage of rough kisses, shirt removal, and forcible molesting, mirrored by knives, flames, and other various forms of threats.
Third was the progressively advanced form of the second. This is when actual wounds emerged, and threats became a reality. This was what Fran liked to call the 'make it or break it' stage. In this, depending on the severity of the offense, Fran would either be left with several deeply bleeding cuts or being to be groped and kissed more…intimately.
And, the fourth, well the fourth was the unchanging stage. It was the make-up (more accurately the 'you are mine you dumb frog') sex. Fran preferred to call it make-up. It sounded less like rape.
They had just finished stage two, which was apparent by Fran's swollen lips, his coat and turtleneck crumpled on the ground, and various blood-oozing bite marks trailing down his neck, collar bone, and chest.
"Senpai I swear we were just training."
Predicting this would not work, Fran prepared his illusion to shield the knife from slicing his throat. But instead something odd happened.
And by odd Fran meant fucking weird.
Suddenly, his fully clothed fake-prince was enveloped in a flurry of pink smoke. Then, who took his place was some very…very…different. Emerging from the smoke was a boy, only a little taller than Fran. He was pale and slim with thin lean muscles. He had straight blonde hair that concealed his eyes, and mounted on top of his head was a familiar crown.
"Bel-senpai…?" His monotone lacked the questioning pitch, but he was dumbfounded about what just happened.
It can't be right…His hair is more flippy. And he is much taller with broader shoulders-Oh joy look it this one's only wearing a towel. Maybe he has a secret little look alike he didn't murder.
"Where is the Prince?"
Yup that's definitely senpai. I guess this is the bazooka thing everyone was so obsessed with.
The strange looking Bel was definitely much younger (proving Fran's theory correct) he was more slender and his face pointed, having not yet developed the strong jaw line.
"…in the Varia headquarters. Well more specifically your bedroom. "
He looked around, and made a satisfied smile, "Ushishishi, so this is the Prince's castle in the future."
He gazed around the room. A mixture of dirty clothing was sprawled across the ground, and almost the entire floor was covered by an assortment of disorderly belongings. The only clear path was from the door to the king-sized red silk bed.
"Senpai, looks like a kid…?" Fran asked curiously.
For the first time, he regarded Fran. He trailed his eyes up and down lingering confused on the obvious bleeding bite marks. He frowned, "The Prince is seventeen years old."
Fran was about to remind him that he still classified that as a child, but a wide smile lit Bel's face when he spoke, "You look like a frog." His gaze fully fixated on the hat.
Damn he's still taller than me when he's young.
Suddenly a wicked idea popped into his head, and the craving for revenge lurked.
"Actually this hat belongs to Bel-senpai." He removed it and made the attempt to place it onto the Prince's head, only for it to be slapped back downwards onto Fran's own.
"Shishishi that has touched a peasant therefore cannot belong to the Prince."
Is it possible that he is even more arrogant?
Fran wondered if he could relinquish a moment of taking it off himself, but there was no way that future Bel would not hear of him removing it. He would prefer to not to be made into cactus. Again. No matter how much pain hide, he really did not find it an enjoyable situation.
"VOIII!" That would be Squalo. Was this some group field trip to the future? Fran heard Squalo thudding up the stairs. He could hear the opening and closing of several doors until, the captain finally burst into Bel's. He regarded the two with an angry face, "Where am I?"
He stared at Fran, "And who are you?"
Oh today was going to be a long, strange day wasn't it? For whatever reason Squalo was also only clothed by a towel too. He was easier to identify than Bel. His appearance had barely changed, only a few marks of age were missing. At the towels, he couldn't help but jump to suspicions (and become slightly disturbed of where Xanxus intervened). Before he could even begin to introduce himself, there was another presence that burst through the room.
"Oooh Bel-chan! Who is that adorable shirtless boy?"
A very flamboyant presence. It was distinguishably none other than Mama-Luss. He looked nearly the same as well, except for the lacking of the red mow hawk that ran down the center of his head. He also was curtained by only a white towel.
What exactly did the Varia do before he joined?
He didn't know, but he sensed a reoccurring theme. He disliked the idea of being assaulted by the sight of scarcely dressed Varia members. His first plan of action was to get these people out of towels. He sighed.
No wonder everyone was against that damn bazooka. He picked his shirt up off the ground, fantastic.
This was not something he wanted to do. He did not take control of situations. Usually when that opportunity arose, he stood in the back accompanying the room with snarky comments. Curse Mammon for leaving on Arcobaleno duties, and refusing to give any source of contact. So, Fran was left in charge.
He thought this would be fine; they left in five minutes right? Wrong. This thing was screwed up. It had been at least twenty when they were dressed and had assembled down stairs.
Boss refused to partake in the meeting, being whatever the all-knowing boss, and had stalked up to his room. Where he spent most of his days anyways, so it wasn't a huge predicament, Levi had in turn, went into his spiral of depression when he was once again denied of affection by Boss. He had been moping upstairs.
I wonder if he knows that Boss bangs Squalo every night. Hm oh well.
That left the three. It didn't shock him that Mammon was not with them; Mammon was the most intelligent and wouldn't be caught dead in one of those ridiculous short towels. He managed to get them all clothed- far more challenging than it should have been.
He had come to the conclusion, that the Varia was pretty much the same. Lussuria was a homo to the extreme, Squalo was excruciatingly loud (actually his younger self was quite louder than his current), and the 'Prince' was an egotistical brat.
Oh yes, he could say brat now. Fran finally could technically be 'senpai'.
Thankfully Mama-Luss's and Squalo's clothing still fit them sufficiently. But Bel's was a little…large. Fran had offered to lend his own clothing (quite a generous feat, considering it was the devil-prince) but he had refused. Fran honestly never thought that the fake-prince could look so…well cute.
He usually gave him that 'I'm gonna rape you' smile that pretty much killed whatever adorable atmosphere he could create. Fran didn't find many things cute, maybe it was because he didn't find 99% of things on this planet interesting at all, but Bel of ten years was positively…cute.
"I'm Fran. I'm the mist guardian of the Varia."
Instantly Bel objected, "Where's Mammon then?"
Oh, no way in hell was Fran going to go and explain the entire future and the Tri-Ni-Set fiasco. That was something that they could (and would) deal with on their own.
So in response he said, "Busy doing baby things."
Bel-senpai seemed satisfied with this answer, because he leaned backwards and let the large leather couch envelope him.
Fran was still standing in front of all three of them, unsure of what to do next. Could he just leave? Would that be publicly acceptable? He made a motion to, hoping in the Varia would become distracted by, well themselves, and begin to talk among each other.
Squalo's voice broke through his train of thought, "Voi! Why are we still here? It's been more than five minutes!" Long-hair captain: Master of Observations.
"No way, really." Fran murmured in sarcasm, which was completely lost over the heads of the Varia who could not notice due to the lack of inflection in the boy's tone.
Lussuria's mouth turned into its classic 'o' of surprise shape, "The water must've gotten in it!" Then a sly smile appeared on his face, and he asked the question that he had probably been dying to this entire time.
"So Fran-chan, what exactly were you doing in Bel-chan's room, shirtless."
Oh yeah Lussuria's homo-activity sensors must have been going off like crazy.
If Fran's face wasn't masked by layers of illusion, and if he was one to express changes in emotion, his face would've blanched to white as a sheet. Fran was blunt. That was the short honesty of it, but he always spoke the truth, the harsh blemished one. Fran's version of the truth.
"Bel-senpai was raping me."
He never had seen that look on any of the member's face. Squalo's jaw had dropped nearly to the ground, and his eyes were bugged out to ten times their original size. Lussuria was blushing a bright red and both hands were held up to his face in an expression of exclamation.
While Bel looked absolutely horrified, his smile had disappeared completely. Then slowly with meticulous timing he dragged his stare over Fran's body. Zeroing in on the glaring red marks on his neck and exposed collarbone. Then slowly a grin spread across the pale face.
"Ushishi."
Fran had no idea how one laugh could sound so foreboding.
The rest of the night went by relatively quietly. Fran was trying to accept the fact that he may have to live with this Varia.
Bel-senpai had oddly been less than disturbed by the fact that he was homosexual, and sleeping with his kouhai than Fran thought he would. In fact, he seemed to be curious about the matter. A little too curious for his liking, after learning that Fran did not flinch at the feeling of pain when he flung knives. His questioning began.
They were basic, demanding answers to the relationship his future self had, and getting snarky responses as replies. But they ceased when Fran answered finally after becoming increasingly irritated by the onslaught of talking,
"It doesn't matter, because now that we fixed the future fake-prince isn't going to meet me."
That was replied with a collage of knives and a sour face. But then he started staring.
Constantly.
In a creepy, weird smiling type of way. Fran couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. But when Bel smiles it's usually a sign of or leading to destruction/murder/endangerment to Fran's life. Which he considered a bad thing.
Fran couldn't tell how long they were staying, so he had set them up (sent them) to their rooms, hoping for the rest of the evening in peace. But that's not what he would achieve.
It was drawing later into the night, and Fran was heading up to retire into his own room. Suddenly, he found himself slammed against the neighboring wall, all too alike to the situation this morning. The hallway was dark, only lit by the light filtering in from the kitchen downstairs, so it was nearly impossible for someone to identify the aggressor.
Except this had happened to Fran many times. Many many times.
It was significantly less intimidating this time though (not like Bel-senpai managed to be threatening anyways). He was only a little bit taller than Fran, and his body type was slimmer and less bulky than his ten years later self. He was really just a teenager.
Fran could escape fairly easier, or he assumed.
Then in a freakishly similar low voice that shouldn't have developed yet, "Froggy is what the Prince calls you right?"
The older male sighed, "senpai's intelligence reflects his idiotic choice in insulting names."
A knife was promptly lodged into his gut. Fran was a talented illusionist with the ability to comprehend dire situations. People, people, he was still having trouble with the concept of befriending versus offending. In his twenty-four years he hadn't made a huge effort to learn it, but he was able to grasp the predictability of humans.
He was shocked. The last time he had been shocked like this was an event very similar, but with a Bel-senpai very older.
A pair of lips was pressed lightly against his. It wasn't anything like the first kiss he had shared with the senpai of his era. This one was questioning, inexperienced, at to such a point that it seemed gentle, nothing like the hungry grabbing kisses that demanded passion.
His hands slowly moved downwards and lightly softly gripped Fran's shoulders. It wasn't opened mouth-no tongue involved, just a chaste lip to lip kiss. It was what a first kiss was supposed to be, naïve and questioning.
He pulled back, and paused for a moment. Fran assumed that he was deciding whether he liked it or was disgusted.
Apparently, he liked it. Or at least that's the opinion Fran got as he dove back in for the second one.
Now, Bel was known as Prince the Ripper and 'gentle' was certainly not a word involved with the title.
The next kiss was less curious and experimental, but more forcing. An already familiar side showing itself. One hand continued to grip his shoulder while the other moved upwards and tangled with the back of his head, knocking the hat to the ground. He shoved his tongue inside of his mouth and forced Fran's head to the side to make more room.
There was a dominance struggle; Fran believed he had a sliver of chance. After all he was older, only centimeter shorter, than and just as masculine as the young prince of this age.
But…once a seme always a seme.
The kisses were developing into a steamier session. His mind was becoming a little foggy as their tongues began to press against and around each others. Then his hand left Fran's shoulder and boldly moved downwards to squeeze the (at the current moment )older male's bottom . He continued to grope his lower half while never breaking contacting with their mouths.
Fran forgot…how excited teenagers could become.
As soon as Fran felt a lump pressing against his thigh, he immediately snapped out of the make out session and realized how wrong and illegal this was.
He swiftly pushed Bel away and attempted to side-step, but he grabbed Fran's slim waist and pulled him close.
" Froggy said that we'll never meet again."
In the few short hours, Bel had learned of all of Fran's sad nicknames. It was an odd discussion to share, but he insisted to know. He quickly understood the 'Frog' concept but the 'uncute-kouhai' he had more trouble understanding. But he was a genius, and after a few of his snarky comments he understood.
He now knew that for whatever reason-these rash actions were a result of the Prince realizing that he would never meet Fran again.
He rubbed his knee against Fran's almost semi-erection, alternating by grinding his own against Fran's hips. His thin pale hands ran up and down Fran's chest, eagerly experimenting with the pert nipples he found. It was such a change by the way that the Prince did not yet know the exact spots to pleasure Fran's body and the routine was completely different. So Fran couldn't help but arch into the touch.
This only encouraged him further, and Fran needed to stop before they ended up breaking the law.
"Unfortunately there is some chance that dumb-prince and I will meet."' He muttered once again attempting to push the prince away and ease whatever had come over him.
A slim chance, hoping that my younger self is smart enough to avoid freaks like him.
Surprisingly the fallen-prince pulled backwards and a smile etched across his face. Never a good sign.
"Ushishi, was Frog part of the mafia ten years ago?"
He ignored the slightly stalker-ish quality of the question, and decided that talking would refrain senpai from devouring his mouth. Also if he was listening, his actions may be affected a little by his answers.
It was a vague hope, but still a possibility.
"Master-pineapple was training me." He answered while trying to rip Bel's hands out from under his shirt.
"Pineapple?" He threw several knives to pin back one of Fran's hands back to the wall at his side, and the other above his head. He needed his own free so he could fiddle with unbuttoning the coat, in order to make access easier.
"The creepy one that pretends to be a woman." He struggled. It was such a bother to have to use illusions right now. He wasn't in the illusion type mood, plus his hell ring had just been discarded to the ground with his coat.
But he was beginning to think he had no other choice, especially as a hand reached downwards and massaged his lower regions. Then arbitrarily, Bel stopped all his actions. He suddenly grabbed the over-sized hat from off the ground. He clutched it to his body, and disappeared in a flurry of pink smoke.
Fran could've sworn that as he disappeared that he whispered, "Shishi see you soon, Froggy."
He expected his senpai to be pissed. He had returned to his lover, barely dressed, erect, and pinned to a wall. But instead the corners of his mouth lifted into a smirk of pride.
Fran had made some mistakes in his life, but he had never known that those few words he had shared before the bazooka returned to normal would change his life.
And cause a shit load of trouble for a young Fran.
Bel along with the rest of the Varia returned back to their room in the hot spring. They had settled in for bed already apparently, and it was completely dark outside.
Belphegor was known as the lazy member of the Varia, as his name symbolized, so he didn't have any particular goals after he had killed his brother. Except for the occasional Varia missions and his sprees of killing and murdering people, he ran out of things to strive towards.
But now he had a new goal, a very specific one. He would find his Frog. There was no question about it. Anything Bel set his mind to, it could happen.
After all, he was a prince.
So please READ AND REVIEW. I like to know opinions and I fucking love questions.