Franella: So this is you're first fanfic?

Me: Yep!

Franella: So tell me Bellisia, what inspired you?

Me: Oh, that's easy! Family Guy!

Cavalonne: Please Enjoy!

A little bit of back story:

So as Bel and Fran are returning from a mission they must stop at one of Fran's old warehouses. They must retrieve the hell ring Fran hid here while his family was under attack. It is a semi-large room and the walls are all covered by bookshelves that have numerous amounts of drawers. The drawers contain various items which very a large sum. As Belphegor and Fran look through the large doors they somehow get locked in and are stuck there until reinforcements come to help them

Let us begin

Bel walked into the semi-large room behind Fran and through a knife into his large frog hat. "Hurry up Froggy. The Prince is tired." He said leaning up against the wall to the right when you walked in.

Fran began pulling out drawers looking for his metal hell ring which had 666 inscribed in the rectangular front in a black color. He knew the long haired strategy captain would scream to his hearts content if he didn't grab the ring and he didn't feel like dealing with the shark's filthy mouth. "Learn to get some patience sempai." He said in his monotone voice. That earned him another 2 knives in his frog hood.

"Don't talk down to the prince you dumb frog!" he said watching the knives thrash into Fran's hood. He walked up to the steel door and tried tugging on the handle. A frown spread upon his face as he looked to Fran and said "It's stuck."

Fran looked back to his elder partner and sighed. "Sempai" he whined "You shouldn't joke around like that. It's idiotic." He said still looking at his partner, his mint-green eyes without a glimmer of interest.

"I'm not joking stupid frog. It's really stuck." Belphegor said demonstrating the stuck handle once again. He watched as Fran made his way across the room and try turning the handle himself, failing as well.

Fran turned back and began searching for the ring again "We'll have to wait until they come find us." He said his voice still bland with a very subtle hint of irritation.

"UShiShiShi. Haven't I already told you the Frog doesn't order the Prince?" he said entertained by the hidden irritation in Fran's voice. As he spoke Bel went up behind Fran, forced him to turn, and put a small knife to his throat. "Or do I need to remind you?" he said in a malicious tone.

"No thank you Sempai. I still have scars from the last time you 'reminded' me something." He said slipping from his sempai's block. "See?" he asked rhetorically lifting up his shirt to show his thin stomach. Along his pale skin we're gashes and scars of all lengths and depths. Some a bright blood red which we're only from a few hours ago and others a dark red from a few days back.

Bel just smiled as the vast cuts we're shown. Proud of himself he let out another strange laugh and began looking for the ring completely ignoring Fran and his mono-tone voice. The first drawer he pulled out had a large bottle of Vanilla Vodka. The next a shot gun-fully loaded then the third and final drawr a pile of blank white paper and a black pen. It was almost as if-"Fran what the hell is with the random junk? It's as if you want to die." He said looking to the frog boy with a frown.

"Well it's not junk and so what if I do?" he said still mono-tone but you could tell somewhere Fran truly didn't have a purpose for living. Bel just looked at him frowning studying Fran carefully to see if he was being sarcastic or being sincere.

Franella: Shitty place to leave off

Me: Shut up Franella! It is my first one after all

Franella: True but you could've done better.

Me: Cavalonne if you'll please

Cavalonne: Review and stay tuned for chapter 2~!