Phoenix Love

Disclaimer: this is merely based on katekyo hitman reborn!, and is not from the original maker.

Please enjoy and feel free to leave comments. A Belphegor x OC.

Chapter 1

2019. Jan. 15.

The prince sat up in his bed and looked up at his room. Crown shaped picture frame that showed the boss pictures of him, Fran and Squalo, his best friends. He smiled to himself and murmured to himself, 'ohayo,' before grinning and hurrying to change. Fran would be back today from his mission today, to assassin a Duke in Switzerland. Of course, everything would be well. Then the three best friends would gather together, have a boss pillow fight, laugh at the wounded and then continue their day happily. Everything was as planned.

-lunch-

When Bel finished organizing his hair for thirty minutes, he placed on his tiara carefully, making sure only one streak of hair covered the tiara, that everything was just the right amount rough, and the right amount of tidiness. Just like a prince should be; wild with ambition, yet clever and genius-like - perfect.

Everyone was eating in silence today, not even Lussuria was speaking. Bel frowned and continued to his seat. He thought everything would be perfect.

"Jaa, let's talk about something." Bel turned to Squalo who was also eating quietly. Normally, he would have gone like, 'vooiii! I'm eating, shut up!' but today, he made no sounds; just gave Bel a glance then continued eating his plate of food.

Bel frowned even more, and left the table without another word. He knew Lussuria would follow him, tell him to finish the dishes 'full of love and care'. But today, he didn't. Bel stalked silently to a corner and leaned on the wall. There was definitely something wrong, something big. He heard footsteps in the hallway, and he smiled. Perhaps something was right about today after all.

"Beru-kun…" Lussuria murmured, placing a hand on Bel's shoulders. Bel raised an eyebrow, the usual Lussuria would have waved happily, then ran up to hug Bel carelessly. This wasn't the Lussuria he knew.

"Hai?"

"I know this may be really hard on you, Squalo-kun took it pretty hard as well…"

Bel held his breath, nothing had affected Squalo before. Not the Varia battles, not the future battles, nothing. The most they had made him agitated, but never silent.

"Fran is gone…forever."

Bel stood in shock, paralyzed, petrified, a stone statue in the middle of an empty castle, he laughed, slowly and softly at first, but then started shaking with laughter, tears, not sure whether from shock, sadness or happiness spilled out of his eyes that were hidden behind his long blond bangs.

"Funny, funny!" Bel shouted, clenching his stomach as if it were hurting from too much laughter.

"Beru…" Lussuria glanced at Bel worriedly, "I think you need to calm down…Ietmitsu said he would ship the body over tonight… please Beru, please, hold it together…"

Bel stopped laughing. His hands slowly raised to his face, hot water slowly broke free from his eyes and delicately rolled down his cheek. One, two,

"Beru! Catch me!"

Bel looked exasperately at the young boy who was waving at him. He didn't know of the evil, he just concentrated on fishing in his little village. All he thought was, he would be able to live in a castle, and there were going to be more people that are going to be playing with him."

"I don't want to. I'm going to get a drink." Bel ignored the little boy that seemed so weak, threw a few knives at him to shut him up for the moment.

"GAHH!"

Bel's eyes widened. Did the young boy not dodge the knives? Why didn't he? Bel quickly ran to beside the young boy. This boy wasn't like his twin brother who only tortured Bel, this boy wanted to play with Bel.

"Daijobu desu-ka?" Bel asked, holding the young boy in his hands. 'So fragile,' he thought to himself. The boy weighed so little, did he not get enough to eat before here?

"H-h-hai…" the young boy stuttered, "dai…jo….b-bu…..de—" Bel used his hand to cover the boy's mouth. He made a mental note to wash his hands ten times more.

"Why didn't you dodge?" This was the young boy's first arrival in Varia.

"Because you're my tomotachi. You wouldn't hurt me." The young boy clenched his arms where Bel's knives had made deep wounds. On his legs as well.

"So…naïve. This is Varia, a place of battles."

"But we're together right? We believe in each other, trust each other, and battle together, right?" This boy's words stopped Bel. Tomotachi. Believe in each other. Trust. Those were things he never experienced in his own home, and he had come here in order to find those things. He laughed at himself. It was this young boy that made him realize this.

"What's your name?" Bel asked.

"Fran."

Bel lifted his hands from his face as he remembered their first meeting. This boy had surprised him, and slowly, they began to become friends, then better friends, then best friends. This boy was the one that brought Bel and the other group members together, and now Lussuria was saying he was gone? No. No. No. Fran wouldn't ditch Bel and Squalo for the Death God. Bel was better, he was sure of it.

-dinner-

Bel didn't talk with anyone for the rest of the day. He didn't move for the rest of the day. Lussuria had, seeing Bel not moving, paralyzed on the ground, left him and went to appraise Xanxus for some other things.

"Beru-kun, at least eat something." Lussuria walked into the little corner where Bel had been for at least five hours. Empty eyes glanced at Lussuria again.

"MINA! Fran's body has arrived!" Levi's loud voice traveled through the entire mansion, and everyone, including Bel who was lifting himself up by the weight of the wall walked slowly towards the front door in which Ietmitsu stood. He stood grim, holding the bag that contained Fran's body, and closed his eyes as everyone gathered around him.

"Is it true?" Xanxus asked, breaking through the crowd. Ietmitsu nodded slightly. Even Xanxus, the one who laughed when Squalo had almost died, was grim-faced. Ietmitsu, seeing everyone including Fran's old best friends, walked into the castle and into the living room in which large couches sulked. He lied the bag gently on the couch, then backed away. He knew that he would be blamed, he would get hit, and though it didn't have any connection with Ietmitsu, he would let them do so. If it could make them feel a little bit better. Lussuria, with hot tears, lifted open the top of the bag. Deprived of his frog hat, Fran looked weak. His hair either burnt black, half-torn, or was dangling messily around. Lussuria gasped and backed away, holding his hands on his mouth. Ietmitsu closed his eyes.

No one moved.

"If you kasous won't do the dirty job, then I'll do it." Xanxus stepped out of the group.

Even though Xanxus might always look fierce and strict, he did have a good side. He did want the best for the Varia, just he never knew how to express himself well. He didn't need to. The entire Varia already knew, which is why they always support him. Slowly, narrowing his eyes as if giving himself support, Xanxus opened the zipper on the bag. In the night sky, only the soft kzzh kzzh of the zipper making it's way down the bag echoed through each person's ears, then into each person's soul and heart that was beating rapidly. Bel shut his eyes. He knew what Ietmitsu was saying was probably true, but it couldn't be, it just couldn't.

"Beru…" Lussuria muttered again, glancing worriedly at the shaking Bel.

"I'll check for myself…I'll prove that Fran is still living, that he's just playing hide-and-seek with us, like he did ever since we were ten!" Bel shouted, his fists clenched tight, small tears grouped together at his eyes, yet he opened them wider so he could stop tearing his eyes.

The cold body of Fran lay there, his hair just like Bel had seen before. Bel closed his eyes shut, but needed to see more. He slowly opened one eye, then the other, his fists never opened. He was still wearing his Varia outfit, except torn to pieces. Those places cut open were covered with blood and burning marks. Bel fell to the side of the couch, his mouth gasping for air uncontrollably, and his eyes no longer listening to his mind (that was also out of control), spit out all those tears that were stored there for all those years. Bel screamed, he screamed. Loud, clear, and high-pitched. Not what a prince should be like, but every prince gets the right to let go of their emotions once in a while, right? Bel threw his arms onto Fran, rocking him back and forth.

"Stop, Beru!" Lussuria screeched, running forth to pull Bel off, but Xanxus told him to stop.

"Let him be."

Bel fell onto the body, and finally lay unconscious.

He sincerely hoped everything was just a dream. Fran would storm into his room in the morning and say, "wake up, sempai!"

- But was it a dream—or reality? He would only know the next morning.