Dislcaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Warnings: Unbeta'd, utter shit.

"I'm actually really flexible." Fran announced to the table, earning a few eyes on him. "I can do the splits and stick my legs behind my head." This was answered with a couple scoffs and disbelieving looks.

"Sure, Froggie. Ushishi~"

"Yeah, right, Fran. Only fucking chicks can do that!"

The illusionist merely rolled his eyes, picking at the food on his plate with zero interest. "You guys don't believe me?"

"No."

"Fuck no."

"Not really dear, sorry~"

"I don't give a fuck, trash."

He gave a small frown, barely tugging at his legs while looking at the members around the table. All of them quick to write him off, seeing as he was the weakest physically in the squad. "I really can," He protested.

"Prove it, Froggie. Shishi!" To that, Fran shook his head. Huffing quietly and pushing his plate away.

"My pants are too tight."

Another round of disbelieving noises, all directed towards the young illusionist. He wasn't lying, the black pants clung to his legs that he could barely even walk up the stairs-remind him again why these were the designated uniform pants? Everyone around the table began laughing, Belphegor making comments about frogs only being able to croak.

He would prove it one way or another.

It was a few days before Fran decided it was time to show off his skills. The members of Varia were all downstairs, watching some movie involving copious amounts of blood and guts (It was Belphegor's turn to pick what they watched) and Fran had opted out, sitting in his room wearing his boxers and a shirt-ready for bed before he decided to do something different.

Clambering down the stairs, he heard the screams of women and the sound of a chainsaw passing through something wet and somewhat latex-y. Definitely Belphegor's night. Once he was all the way downstairs, he walked straight in front of the television, ignoring all the protests (Mostly from a certain blonde prince "Move, fuckfake! It's the good part!)

Readying his position, Fran slid down onto the ground, his legs spreading in an incredibly vulgar manner since he was only wearing boxers and a black T-shirt. He was greeted by silence, a slow cough coming from Levi before he stood up, placing his hands on his hips and stalking off.

"Next time I'll put my legs behind my back."

And oddly enough, all the members waited with anticipation for that day.