DREAM – BelFran
"Idiot sempai?"
Belphagor heard Fran's voice from behind him and turned around, still sitting on the couch. He smirked and pulled out a set of his knives, fanning them out in a malicious display. "What do you want, frog? If it's not good, I may have to kill you."
"Do you really think I'm just an uncute kouhai?" Fran asked, his feet shuffling in a shy way. Bel gave an irritated and confused 'huh?' and fanned out the knives a little further. Fran continued. "You told your brother that I'm just an uncute kouhai. Is that really how you see me?"
"Ushishishishi. What's with this, worrying about something like that?" Belphagor laughed and turned back around, reclining in the couch. They were in the remains of their base, taking a break while Squalo planned something or other. Bel didn't really care.
"I want to know…" Fran mumbled, reaching up to pull his frog hat down more, as though if he covered his eyes the feeling of uncomfortable ness would go away. Belphagor just laughed some more.
"Of course that's what you are. If the prince says you are something, then that you are."
"Oh, then does what Jill said count as well? He was a prince too." Fran said, a note of bitterness in his voice. Bel laughed again.
"He doesn't count. He's dead."
"You said that once before, then he turned up alive. You've been very wrong before."
Belphagor placed his elbow against the back of the couch and turned around to face Fran. "Why are you so intent on this, frog?"
Fran looked away for a moment, his eyes flickering. "I don't want to be just some uncute kouhai…" He mumbled.
"Ushishishi. What do you want to be?" Belphagor asked tauntingly, his lips smirking.
Fran frowned and leaned in closer. "I wanna be yours." He stated, as though it were the simplest thing in the world, and closed the gap between their lips, surprising Bel with a dry kiss.
Then he woke up.
He had fallen asleep on the couch; listening to Squalo's planning was too boring. He had needed some action, and since there was none, a nap would suffice. Now Belphagor lay on the couch, blinking through his hair and wondering why the hell he just dreamed that up.
"Idiot sempai shouldn't fall asleep outside." Fran's voice could be heard, and Belphagor sat up so he could see the frog hat-wearing boy looking at him blankly. Belphagor frowned and threw a series of knives at the boy's side.
"Oww! What'd you do that for?" Fran said, scowling and pulling the sharp instruments out of his side. Belphagor laughed and reclined in the couch. Fran frowned at him and tossed the rest of the knives aside, turning around in order to leave, but chose to pause for a moment.
"Idiot sempai?"
"Hm?"
"Do you really think I'm just an uncute kouhai?"
Oh fuck.