I am possibly one of the most idiotic people to exist. With this fanfic being written I know have 4 fanfics to update, LOL
But I have a LOT of time free on my hands, so the updates shouldn't be too slow. Hell, I wrote three chapters in the last 4 hours. I am that bored. I am currently at the beach and yesterday the sun was shining and today? Rain! And there's nothing much to do with the internet being slow and all and freezing every second, so I thought I'd do a number of fanfics to keep me occupied =P
So here is my Mukuro x Fran fanfic, 6 Good Things, 6 Bad Things, 6 Interesting Things
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6 Good Things, 6 Bad Things, 6 Interesting Things
Chapter 1: Cheating
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Fran sat on the violet couch made in a soft velvety texture that was simply comfortable to lie in. His arms were wrapped around his figure and his legs were curled up and pressed up against his chest. He looked up at the photo of a certain crazy blonde, his bangs covering his eyes, hiding away any emotion that couldn't be seen with the mouth. His teeth were exposing and gave off a small glint in the sunlight in the picture and who was that in his arms?
Well, that was Fran himself. His face was emotionless as he stared at the lens of the camera. The man who was holding him, known as Belphegor (or in Fran's case 'Bel-senpai'), was most likely staring at the lens himself through the weirdly fashioned hair, but Fran remembered that not long before the photo was taken, Bel-senpai had told him three little words that right now had him considering suicide.
'I love you'
How could Fran believe that Prince the Ripper could possibly hold feelings such as love, or any emotion that was considered positive for a normal person? The only time he was happy was when he was ripping the organs out from his victims and soaking himself in the scarlet liquid – the crazed lunatic.
But when Fran thought of these memories, he found himself to be just as crazy as the blonde. Not only did he believe what Bel had said, but he had returned the feelings. He looked at his ring and memories flowed into his mind that he had been told – or something like that...
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His sea foam hair sat on his shoulder and with each step that hair gave off a small bounce before perching back onto the hidden shoulders. His face as always showed no emotion. Only his eyes could provide any hint of feelings, and even then you'd have to be extremely observant to notice them.
But if you were amazing enough to read his feelings, you'd read that he was bored and not only that he was also a little depressed. His sister had once again gone off somewhere after a single night stay. Fran still couldn't understand why he was so close to his sister considering he only saw her once every few months.
Yet he couldn't imagine having his sister out of his life. She was amazing with illusions and could even hide her real appearance, which was similar to his own. The only real different was her hair reached her lower back and the colour instead of sea foam was a lovely pink red colour and upside down hearts underneath her eyes instead of upside down triangles.
Her sister's voice was like his, only a bit higher in pitch. It also held no emotion, and yet she could use her illusions to make her happier and have her face show actual emotion. The only time she ever took that illusion down was when they were alone with one another. She had nothing to hide from him.
This time around though, she had given him a present. But when she had, her eyes had been wary. The gift box was the same colour as her hair and eyes whilst the ribbon was the same colour as his eyes and hair. He reluctantly pulled at the bow and removed the lid to the box. Inside was a ring – a hell ring to be exact – with the number '666' embedded on it. His sister watched him carefully. They both looked into each other eyes, not like lovers would, but like they were talking with one another. Words could not be expressed for this conversation – not for them anyway.
Fran nodded after a while and placed the ring on his finger, staring at it. He felt... stronger with it on. He looked at the older sibling, who showed relief in her eyes alone, "Fran, if you ever need help, call me. You know my number." Her voice was mono-tone like his, but it did have a hint of emotion in it. Fran had come to the conclusion that females could not be without emotion in the voice, but his sister was pretty damn close. She didn't cry, she didn't whine, she wasn't annoying like the other girls he'd seen around the town. She wasn't even completely dark and cruel. Her character was completely unique.
That was why he loved his sister. She was able to stand out in more ways than one and she was one of the best role models one could have. She took care of those around her and she was always trying to have fun, even without cracking a smile. It was one of the reasons she had formed the false illusion of herself so that she could make others smile with her own. It was hard for his family to smile or show any emotion at all. It was just how his family was, but his sister could do a little of that even before she learned illusions.
His sister was an amazing person and an amazing family member.
He had woken that morning with a note on his bed side table. The handwriting was definitely hers. It was too perfect to be any others, and the contents could only be worded by her. It summed up everything she had told him the night before plus it said that she had to go back to her home. She had had a great time with him and she couldn't wait for another time like it.
Fran smiled mentally at the note even though his face couldn't perform the gesture. He'd need to put a lot of effort into doing that and it was useless to do so when no one was to see it. That was how she saw things anyway. If no one can see your smile, then don't force one upon yourself. It was just the way their family was. To most beings, smiling would make one feel better, but to them, smiling was almost physically painful.
He once again looked at the ring on his finger and at the number engraved upon it. He hated not being with his sister, but he knew she was the same. She had more of a duty than he did, being the kind person she is. She would've stayed longer if she could. She had told him that far too many times, but if she hadn't, he would never have believed her.
Before he could dwell on the memories for too long, a strange chuckle was heard. His eyes looked at all the surroundings before he realised the sound was in his mind. It was a man's' voice, so it couldn't be his sister. He'd have to be a pretty good illusionist to get into his mind, so that was another fact known. Before he could think more on it, the man laughed again. "You think too much, little one."
Fran registered the voice as well, making the man laugh. After hearing it a third time, Fran thought it would be a good idea to register that as a signature laugh, or chuckle, whichever it was. He would have to see the man in person to know for sure what it actually was.
"Oya oya, what would your name be, may I ask?" Fran stared forward. Instead of vocalising his answer, he simply thought it, knowing that he would hear it if he was an amazing illusionist.
"You're the one approaching me, so you should tell your name first." He replied, his voice even monotone in his mind. The man chuckled again in reply
"Then shall I simply call you little one?" He answered. Fran had to admit, the man was pretty good and he sounded... Fran couldn't express the sound into words.
He continued walking whilst communicating with the man about random topics, until the ring came up into the conversation, "666, the Devil's number. Do you know what that ring means?"
Fran stopped walking suddenly. He knew that 666 was the Devil's number, but he never actually thought of what the ring could actually mean. He questioned the man who merely chuckled. Fran continued walking when the man starting talking about the number, 666.
"6 good things, 6 bad things and 6 interesting things, then the unknown will become known and everything wrong will transform into everything right – and vice versa." The topic interested Fran more than he thought it would. Was this why his sister was wary about giving him the ring? It made sense sort of, with the way she was and all. Is there another reason to it though? Is there another reason why she had given him the ring, despite all her worry?
Fran wanted to know the answer, but before he could ask the man more on the subject, his presence suddenly vanished. His laughing still echoed in his mind however.
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Fran finally managed to uncurl his legs. One interesting thing had occurred – the conversation with the man. One good thing had occurred – his sister had just called to say she'll be coming earlier next month. One bad thing had occurred – He had been looking at Bel's phone to read a text he had just received since he was in the shower. It was from a girl and it could definitely be classified as sexting. Fran knew then that Bel was cheating on him.
Along with the text there had been images – very dirty images of the red head who was just posing like a slut in her undies alone, her breasts exposed – overly sized if you asked Fran.
Fran couldn't take it anymore and threw the phone at the wall, effectively destroying it. Bel stepped out of the bathroom just in time to see him walk out of the room. He looked at the phone on the ground, completely destroyed with no chance in hell in getting fixed. Bel sighed but shrugged it off.
It was who he was – Prince the Ripper.
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It had been a month since the incident and Fran was now sitting at home, bored once more. He was currently waiting for a certain sibling to come over. She said she would arrive earlier that evening, but Fran knew she would be late like always. He heard a knock on the door and stepped to greet whoever was there, not making any rush. He wasn't anyone different around his sister, just he felt a little more joyful in her presence. He wouldn't rush for her or anything. He and his sister were very alike with that matter.
He opened the door and saw a certain blonde and almost slammed the door closed but Bel grabbed the door and forced it open. Fran stared at the man before he was pushed against the couch and kissed roughly. He heard the metallic sound of the knives sliding against one another and then the sound of ripping fabric was heard. Fran stared in horror as his shirt was torn off with the uniquely designed knives owned by the one and only, Prince the Ripper.
Bel licked his lips and didn't hesitate in sliding the knife through the jeans, effectively turning them into shreds. Fran groaned as the knife ran through his skin as well, leaving behind a cut in his skin that was soon oozing out the ruby red liquid that sparkled slightly in the dull light. The blonde leaned down and licked the cut, drinking the blood. Fran's cheeks were slowly tinting to a beautiful pink.
It was wrong, he knew that much, but it felt so right at the same time. Even though his skin was being ripped and now he was being turned around so the prince could get a better look at the backside, he couldn't help but moan in pleasure. He was now thankful his sister was late, and he hated himself for it.
No different from other times, Bel didn't hesitate in unzipping his own jeans and letting his hardened member push into the asshole. Fran grabbed the couch and bit his lips, managing to keep his emotionless expression, with the exception of the tears forming in his eyes.
Bel grinned and didn't give the younger boy adjust and started moving, almost wildly. Fran could feel the wet crystal tears slide down his cheeks and they didn't stop flowing out of the sockets. It hurt like hell, yet Fran couldn't help but enjoy the feeling. He liked it, and he knew that he shouldn't. He knew it, yet...
Yet, he couldn't hate it. He was meant to hate Bel for cheating on him and worst of all for not caring for his feelings, yet he loved the man. He loved the annoying blonde that did nothing but fuck him and throw knives that embedded into that hat he was forced to wear and his skin. He ripped his clothes every time, except the varia uniform, and he always left him straight after. Never spending time with him unless sex was involved – or he was bored. Even then, it always ended with sex somehow.
The man was absolutely crazy, but Fran was just as crazy for loving him. More tears flowed down his cheeks and Bel reached down to jerk roughly at the hard member that Fran was gaining. He moaned making the prince smile widely.
Then the world seemed to freeze as cum shot from the tip and onto the velvet couch and the warm feeling of cum flowed in his ass. He panted and fell forward. This time was no different to any other, and Bel was gone not long after he had pulled his jeans back up. Fran immediately cleaned up the mess before getting dressed. He didn't want his sister seeing this.
Where was she anyway?
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"Rokudo Mukuro, you are an extremely lucky man to be let out of that prison for a month." The man laughed before resting a hand on the girls shoulder. Her red pink eyes stared at the man with midnight blue hair. Her hair was currently tied into twin buns that weren't very well done considering that strands of hair hung out in spots, but that seemed to make it more casual. The hearts that were turned the wrong way stood out on her cheeks.
The man laughed his signature laugh before pulling the pins out of the buns, letting her hair fall loose. She groaned and immediately tied them back, making them look any different. He chuckled again and reached out to repeat the action but she pulled away, "Your brother will be waiting, cute one."
The girl grunted before turning from him. He grinned and wrapped his arms around her figure, pulling the pins out with his teeth. She groaned again and grabbed the pin from his teeth – quite roughly – and put her hair back. Mukuro grunted and licked the blood that formed into his mouth from the treatment. The girl didn't get far before Mukuro did the same thing.
She sighed and didn't bother tying her hair again, which made him grin, "Do you have anywhere to stay?" She asked him quietly and his grin widened, "Why no, I don't. Are you making me an offer? An offer I can't refuse, I must add."
The girl sighed before grabbing his wrist and pulling him, "We'll have to ask Fran, but he should be fine with it. He always lightens up when I'm around, or so I've heard."
Her voice was completely monotone as she spoke. Mukuro raised an eyebrow interested in the girl and her brother. They certainly had a close relationship, and he had a pretty good feeling who the brother was. She was very much alike the boy he called little one.
The one that owned the 666 Hell Ring.
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1 Good Thing
2 Bad Things
1 Interesting Thing
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Yo, minna! Argh, I was trying to find some nice M rated Fran and Mukuro, and what did I come across? TWO fanfics! There were only two Mukuro and Fran fanfics. Quite upsetting actually ;-;
So I decided to write my own, so I hope you enjoy. Yes, there's a little bit of Bel x Fran, but for those who've read my fanfic 'Interaction', this is not the fanfic of your choice ;)
So, for those who don't know what I'm talking about, I'm writing a fanfic based on a pairing YOU choose. These are the choices:
Tsuna x Basil (Cute pairing)
Yamamoto x Hibari
Hibari x Mukuro
Bel x Fran
Dino x Tsuna