Well, this is my first fanfiction having to deal with Katekyo Hitman Reborn! I just begun reading this amazing series, and I'm barely at chapter 100 - sad face D. So I do not know much about the Varia. This story was created by myself, and 26FranFiction26. I will give credit when needed due when we worked on a chapter together. 26FranFiction26 is going to begin writing omake's brancing off the original title to fill in any plot holes, and other. Check it out! Hope you guys enjoy.
The distant sound of car horns honking, and turn signals blinking registered only vaguely in the ears of Fran and Belphegor. The trio looked very odd, and unfamiliar to the prying gazes of normal Ikebukuro citizens, that were out walking the streets due to their own business. Some children with their mothers even stopped to point occasionally, at the lovely furs almost floating on their very pleasant leather clothing. Despite the heat. . The duo seemed completely unaffected, even with the leather fabrics being latched onto their skin. Sighing deeply, Fran turned to look at Bel, who seemed occupied with his own thoughts. The male was indeed quite lazy and you could see it clearly in his posture
"Senpai. . How much longer do we have to walk? This is so boring" Fran muttered in his monotone, finally catching Bel's attention. The crown that was poised in a perfect diagonal on the side of his head seemed to lean further down on this day. It could merely be a sign that something was about to occur; or the male was once again, being too lazy to fix it. "Senpai-" Fran started again, before Belphegor's steps had stopped abruptly. Without the usual smile stretched on his lips, Belphegor looked almost lonely and awkward to Fran. Even the frog placed on his head seemed to be a greater weight than normal.
"Do you smell that?" Belphegor asked unexpectedly. Fran tilted his head to the side, struggling against the burden of the frog hood but attempting at not showing it. The smiling brim of the hood, still gripped the top of Fran's head just as always, as well did the frog's eyes seemed to be looking at something no one seemed to see. "That smell. . It's so. . Rich" Belphegor said, his mischievous grin returning, and stretching across his face. Fran had gotten quite used to this smile, as well as Bel's personality due to them being stuck together for everything they were needed to do. Fran didn't particular care for the male, but he had enough in him to tolerate Belphegor. At least he was respectable. . In a sense. Or in Fran's own way that is.
"What're you talking about Senpa-" Fran was again cut off by the whistling sound of something flying through the air. Drawn to the sound, both males looked up into the bright blue Ikebukuro skies to see a . . was it a body? It was in fact a body flying through the air and coming right at them. Blinking, the two unconsciously took at least one step back and looked at their feet to see a slight beaten-up male, laying before them. This male had a minimal amount of blood dribbling from his mouth, which was a great surprise as he seemed to have flown quite the distance. His legs were slender, as well as the rest of his frame and his jacket was black. With fur on it. The Eskimo-styled jacket appeared similar to the Varia uniforms, but the two were not even close to being one and the same. Fran's lips pouted slightly, but Belphegor simply took a step towards the male.
"Ah, what's this?" The male said to himself, having not yet realized that he'd landed in front of two others. Touching his head, the male looked at his hand which was then stained with the crimson red color. Blood. His head was bleeding. "Oh, great. But . . It is interesting" The male said, with a chuckle. Hopping up onto his feet, and brushing himself off. "Shizzy-chan, you haven't grown" The male laughed to himself, shaking his head back and forth. That was when he then realized he was standing before the two Varia members and jumped back. Chuckling in what seemed to be an embarrassed way, the male dressed in the Eskimo-jacket cradled his head. "Cya" He said politely, and spun around to walk away. But Belphegor would not allow a bloodied victim to leave unattended.
"Hey. . What's your name? It seems you've been fighting." Belphegor said, loud and clear. The man stopped and spun around, an incredibly coy grin on his lips. It was so wide. . Fran could not help but wonder if the two - Belphegor and this suspicious bleeding male - had the same smile. It'd be very creepy if they did.
"Well, I am Orihara Izaya. But I'll be leaving before Shizzy-chan comes" Orihara Izaya said simply, shrugging his shoulders to adjust the very large jacket on his slim shoulders. But Izaya was caught in his tracks. Swiftly, the male spun, reached into his pocket and blocked the knife flying in his directions with his very own, precious flick blade. "You seem eager. Interesting" Izaya said, seeing the blond male with the crown holding up many knives quite like the one he'd just thrown at Izaya. "As to why, I don't know."
"The impact you took seemed too great, yet you aren't hurt very much. . And you disrupted my thoughts" Belphegor replied bluntly, putting the situation simply. "Ushishishi" The male laughed, making Fran shake his head in regret. Why was he always stuck with such a fool? It made absolutely no sense to him. Slinking off to a less crowded area on the sidewalk, he bent down and leaned his back against the nearby building.
Why me? Fran thought, his lips still pursed to some degree.