A KHR Fanfiction by LouiseRisa
If We Were Any Different
Summary: You were known as the Princess and your hobby was torturing people. That was what you thought until he came back into the picture; bringing back some memories of the past. Stupid prince and his laughs! BelXreader; Readers' insert; can be considered Bel x Fem! Bel? Rated M for rather dark scenes and suggestive themes; this is just one of the many versions I have in my head.
Disclaimer and Acknowledgement: I do not own KHR; thanks to JT for the torture device ideas and a certain bastard for making me sadistic enough to write this.
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You glared at the man before you. It was considered quite a feat in your famiglia as you were usually graceful in your movements and always maintained a calm yet guarded expression when you're not in the middle of a duty. None of those imbeciles had seen you gotten angry before, much less glared openly at your own boss the way you were now.
The nerve of the man! Just because the Princess agreed to join his pitiful famiglia, didn't mean that you'll do each and every one of the man's orders!
"Principessa," the fat, balding man said in a stern voice, but you couldn't care less; even though he's the don, the name that sent shivers down the spines of the strongest mafiosos was yours – Principessa il Sadico.
You specialized in the method of tortures; your favorite would be the ones you've collected from the medieval era. You glared daggers at the man again, imagining vivid images of him strapped to your torture bed as you flipped your long blonde with blood red highlights hair over your shoulders; you had no recollection of your real hair color, but you had taken a liking into the particular hairstyle you had now since of young age.
You shrugged, "I will only do as I please, Old Man. Just because I joined your famiglia, doesn't mean I'll do every single order you gave me. I'm pretty sure that the Vongola or the Gesso will appreciate me more."
The hidden threat was hanging in the air and the atmosphere became tense as the men – guardians – stiffen around you; their hands itching to reach for their weapon. You looked at them square in the eyes, clearly amused; they knew you could single-handedly take them all out if you so wish.
Your boss, a man that went by with the name Eliodoro, gulped before he stood shakily. He walked to the double doors in the meeting room you were sitting in and turned to you.
"Principessa, I apologize for my rude behavior. But this is a job only you can do, if you do not wish to do it …" the man never got the chance to finish his sentence as a small silver blade appeared out of nowhere to be buried deep in his throat.
An almost familiar sinister laugh rang through the grand room.
"Ushishishishishi… The Prince is here for his Principessa…"
You rolled your eyes at the almost possessive growl the voice emitted; that was typical of him, to barge into your mission just like that. You were supposed to take down the Piccolo Famiglia slowly from the inside, as was the order of your boss, Sawada Tsunayoshi, after his attempt on the CEDEF's wife.
The whole Vongola was in an unrest due to the incident and it had even made your royal blood boiled at the fact that they had the nerve to attack the sweet woman that took care of you when you were injured once; it may had hurt your pride to acknowledge this but seeing the smile on said woman's praise was worth more than anything, as would the whole up and down of Vongola would agree to.
So, you volunteered to take on this mission on yourself. You had had planned perfectly on what to do, since most of the mafia never knew of your allegiance.
You even had a guillotine prepared in your torture chambers set out for this man in particular. You couldn't help the whine that escaped your lips as the stunned men starting to cower in fear as Prince the Ripper – Belphegor – appeared.
"He was mine, Bel~!"
"Ushishishishi… Principessa took too long; and the Prince doesn't like it."
You harrumphed and glared at your childhood friend, feeling his eyes on you rather than seeing them as the men tried to escape. Note the word 'tried'.
As soon as they moved an inch towards the door, a few more blades embedded themselves before them, sending them toppling backwards; effectively scaring them off the idea of running away.
"I'll save these for you then, Principessa," he told you as he gestured with one hand to the shaking men. You grinned and hugged the blonde, giving him a light peck on the cheeks for the gift.
"You're the best, Bel~! But I'm still pissed that you took my kill; again!" you mock-glared at him before you promptly dragged the fainted men out to your torture chambers. They had fainted at some point at seeing how casual you were with the Varia officer.
You giggled loudly and disappeared from the Prince the Ripper's sight, not noticing the slight frown that you'd knew he had on should you turned around.
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It was late in the evening when you were done with your 'toys'.
'How weak,' you thought as you wiped the blood and gore off your hands; the dead bodies of the whole Piccolo lay in various parts of the room you were in.
You chuckled at the sight of one man, apparently still breathing, even though his intestines were out for display. You smiled; it wouldn't hurt if the person who saw your smile was going to die, and walked closer to the gasping man.
"Aww… It's just you and me now, Javier," you grinned sadistically, eyes sweeping over your 'comrades'. "You know what, I like you," you paused slightly at this, noticing another presence that had slipped into the room. Ignoring the nosy prince, you continued, "You were always the quiet one. You weren't involved in the incident but you didn't even try to stop it either."
You clicked your tongue at him as he whimpered; watching you going through the collection of knives you had lain upon a surgical table.
You could practically feel the blood thirst appearing as a glint in your eyes, almost staining the baby blue of your eyes red with the pure desire.
The man, Javier, was already on the verge of dying anyway; why not play with him a little longer? You fingered a knife that was a gift from Bel for your fifteen birthday two years ago. You grinned, a predatory sadistic teeth flashing smile; it was the very same smile that earned you your title as the Principessa il Sadico, the same one that send shivers down the spine of even the strongest of Mafioso, and the very much same smile that was making the one other occupant of the room tremble in excitement.
Sensing the strong air of anticipation from the prince, you looked up to him in the shadows – as if to seek permission from him. A knife embedded on the board behind you, its blade barely grazed your own neck, was the reply you were waiting for and you knew that your next move was very much approved.
Castration could be said to be an inhumane action to some – perhaps even a form of art to another –, but to you, it was just for the pure agony that your toys suffered through that probably made you as excited as Bel was as you listen to the pain filled scream of Javier rang out in the room. You hadn't given him any pain killers or morphine to ease the pain; after all, where would the fun be if your toy was asleep?
It was not long afterwards that the man lost consciousness and eventually died, his blood drenching the marble tiles in thick pools. You pouted in disappointment; you had thought that Javier, being the quiet one, might be able to prove more of an entertainment than his petty famiglia.
You looked up from your perch on the surgical table to watch Bel appeared from the shadows, his ever present smirk plastered on his face.
"Bel~" you whined.
"Ushishishishishi… Yes, principessa?"
"I want a new toy."
"Shishishi, then I'll get you a new one."
"But I want Javier; I hadn't had enough fun with him yet a-..." you couldn't find the words to finish your complaints to your childhood friend as he had moved suddenly and ever so gracefully from where he was standing to be choking you, having you hover in mid-air.
"Is this all a game to you?" he seethed, anger making his face flushed red; redder than the rubies he had for eyes that only you alone knew of.
"What if I say it is?" you retorted, ignoring the pain in your throat, your eyes twinkled with amusement at the event unfolding before you. He couldn't have fallen that far, right?
With a growl he let the hand choking you by the neck loose slowly, before landing a needy, almost desperate kiss on your lips. It was the first time that he had initiated any physical contact with you in the past few years and frankly you were shocked; pleasantly shocked, dare I say.
You gasped and even moaned loudly at the fervent kisses from Bel and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue past your defenses and explored the hot cavern that was your mouth; each crook and cranny left untouched. His hands roamed freely on your clothed body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Your mind was caught up in a trance and everything happened in a blur as the surgical table was suddenly empty of its dead occupants and bloodied tools and your bare back touched the still wet blood on it; yours and Bel's clothes had been discarded sometime during that state of ecstasy you were in.
It's too late to turn back now; you couldn't break free of his strong vice grip. Not that it mattered much to you. After all, Belphegor, the youngest prince of the country next to yours, was and would always be your childhood friend, and first and foremost of all, you beloved fiancé.
As he kissed the senses out of you in the chamber full of dead bodies, you could tell, from the hungriness that was barely kept under control from the blonde man kissing you that even if you wanted to escape, there was no escaping the painful pleasure all these kisses were promising you of.
Truly, if you were any different, Bel should be worrying if you're the right girl he's supposed to marry.
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A/N: There! I've typed it, now leave me alone!… Err… Hi guys… Sorry, that was for those annoying bunnies. They wouldn't leave me alone and it's 2.30am and I need my sleep and all that crap. This is my first reader's insert fiction and I hope you think I've done a good job with it; at least a passable one. Sorry if the ending seemed a little rushed, and please tell me if I've put this in the right rating (couldn't decide to put it as T or M).
Please read and review and I might just type up the other versions I had in mind…
Extra note for readers of That Is All, For Now: Good news guys! I've been working on the sequel and know what? I'm too tired to be continuing to write it right now, but give me a little more time and we can enjoy the sequel together~! Feel free to PM me on anything you'd like to see in it, and I'll try to incorporate your ideas with mine. Thanks!