A Royal Encore

Chapter One

ALL RIGHT! This was a suggestion from a reviewer of the 'A Royal-' series, and I'm now taking that suggestion and making an encore (since I was meaning to, anyway!) This particular fanfiction will be set in the past again, no TYL EYL or 12YL here! Just present time!

Varia Headquarters... 9:00 AM

"All right, so what exactly are we going to do? We don't have any idea where the damn brat is, and I don't know anyone with any leads on the subject," Xanxus sighed, his arms folded.

Making sure he didn't turn his back on Bel, Squalo then spoke up, making the prince grin as he closely defended his long, silvery hair. "Well...," he began, "we weren't the ONLY ones who knew about this 'Fran' kid. Mukuro Rokudo, Hibari Kyoya, some of the other Vongola..."

"I want my boyfriend!" Bel protested. "I don't care what it takes- I'll talk to the pineapple if I need to!" That said, the prince grumpily folded his arms, and Mammon frowned, then looked down.

"Do you know said 'pineapple's cell number?" Squalo challenged. "If you don't, I'm going to slice you in half for being an idiot!"

"Shishishi~," Bel laughed. "Careful, Squalo, I might give you a haircut if you talk to the prince like that."

So what exactly had happened to this group of unruly, mean, vile, ruthless men? Well, one night, they were suddenly filled with dreams of the future. Dreams that spanned over about four years- from eight years into the future, to twelve. Within them, there was amazing progression and change in the Varia. While each individual assassin had had their own dreams, each one's visions locked into another piece of the puzzle, and, within a night, the six assassins were united.

Lussuria, as the cook, had dreamt about overhearing many discussions at the dining table, as well as feeling the strength of his breakup with Ryohei, before being led into a happy ending with his family. He ended up proud of himself, and more self-confident than ever before, but not in a way that made him arrogant.

Levi A Than had dreamt... in plain words, of stalking Xanxus and occassionally sneaking into his room to stare at that sleeping face with his almost loving, but mostly lustful eyes. But most of the Varia ignored this little tidbit of information.

Mammon had seen himself as a ghost, trying to kill a relationship that Bel was having with another man. But then, he turned, and against his own morals, he had helped Bel's boyfriend out of a wintery forest, in which he wouldn't have survived on his own. Then, he was reborn, brought back to life by the power of the Sky Arcobaleno, and then, within a couple of years, he found his passion for money sinking, and his happiness slowly being awakened from a deep sleep.

Superbia Squalo had dreamt a happy future, at first, but then, suddenly, it went dark, for Xanxus had suddenly broken up with him. Thinking this was without a doubt, his bleak, painful future, Squalo had almost woken himself up as he fought to escape the futuristic memories, but then, just as his eyes were about to open, things began to change. A drunken Xanxus had come up to him, and all his true feelings had escaped. He was loved by the boss, and once more, the future was bright.

Xanxus had dreamt along a path that, for the most part, he believed to be full of common sense. He'd roughly began a relationship with Squalo, roughly broken them up a while later, and then, just like a boss, he had done the only thing he could do to fix it: he'd drunk himself senseless just outside the infirmary room in which his precious shark trash was residing. Yes. That was the way to make it right.

And at last, Belphegor had seen a sight which he would never forget. Something that made him grin wider than ever before. A man. A young man. A pretty man. Bel had picked up along the way the name that made his eyes sparkle: Fran. Short, teal hair that hung around his face in a perfectly straight curtain, and eyes that matched it with glistening innocence. Pale skin that fell around his frame like canvas, and lavender markings, a defining characteristic, that just added that touch of being untouchable. That kid was beautiful. And then, it got impossibly nice. Bel became this guy's boyfriend, and together, they shoved through whatever life dished out, and the prince found his heart about to burst with joy and pride when his dreams closed with a wedding proposal. It was just the 'Happily Ever After' a prince could ever even dream of.

By now, all the Varia had come to one solid conclusion- they needed to get that Mist guardian, no matter what. But, as mentioned earlier, none of them knew where Fran was. However, through snippets of future memory, they all drew the idea that they were not the only ones who knew about this guy. Mukuro Rokudo, throughout all of their dreams, had come out as a sort of mentoring figure for Fran, but had ended up coming into contact with Fran less often as the Varia took him in.

"Okay, I'm going to call Tsunayoshi," Xanxus grunted. He called the Vongola's boss with a look of disgust on his face, but soon eased as Squalo leaned in, offering the boss his body heat as he moved close. After a moment, Xanxus spoke up. "Tsunayoshi, it's the boss of the Varia, searching for contact with your Mist guardian, Mukuro Roku-" He stopped as a loud scream blocked out his voice on the other end, then frowned when Tsunayoshi hung up on him. He then tossed the phone on the ground, and stomped on it in his frustration. "Damned weak scum," he hissed.

"... Voi... boss," Squalo said awkwardly.

"What," the boss snapped.

"That... was my phone," the shark sighed. Xanxus paused, then grabbed Squalo by the waist, pulling him so close that it made the other man blush like a teenager.

"We share everything, Squalo, that was our phone," he hissed. "Just like you are mine, and I am... eh... nevermind."

Xanxus then released the shark, and left the area, leaving Squalo frustrated, and extremely pissed off. "Mammon, enter the database. Look for this Fran guy. I'll be in Xanxus's room," he muttered, before leaving.

Mammon sighed, and walked away, but Bel wasn't going to wait any longer. The prince was an expert tracker, after all, and he felt as though he had enough information to conduct a proper search for his dear frog. He already had an idea where Fran could be, in fact! He went out to the Varia's garage, and then headed over to the motorcycle that he only sort of knew how to drive. He hadn't had much practice, after all, for the situation didn't usually call for this. Nonetheless, Bel mounted the vehicle, and sped off, not caring what how he was punished later. The prince grinned, and took a hand off of the bars as he adjusted his crown, then moved on into the forest, and took a few almost dangerous turns, then soon made it to his destination: a small cottage in around the same place that his and Fran's villa was in the future.

Shutting down his motorcycle, Bel hopped off of his vehicle, and headed up towards the house, then knocked on the door with princely sharpness. "'Scuze me? Anyone home?" he called.

After a few moments, an elderly woman opened the door, and stared at Bel, clearly confused. "Eh... who're you?" she asked. "Could you tell me where I might find a boy named Fran?" Belphegor asked.

"Oh- Fran? Check out by the river," she said. "That child never hangs around at home, after all..."

Bel bowed, but only slightly- he was a prince, after all- and moved out to the river, looking for any hint of bright teal in his line of vision. Then, a distance away, perched on a rock, was a young boy, looking about the age of thirteen, muttering something to himself in a small, monotonous voice. He turned as Bel came closer, and the prince grinned, seeing the huge... (what was that, an apple...?) hat that Fran was wearing. "Oi, Froggy!" he called. "Prince charming has come to sweep you away~!"

"Who?" the kid droned, blinking in confusion. "A prince, you say? Nah, there's no way. You look more like the cheshire cat than a prince. Wait, what did you just call me? I'm not a frog, idiotic fake prince-san."

Bel laughed, and walked up closer to Fran, holding out his hand. "Come on, now, uncute kouhai, surely you, too, have seen the future. I'm Belphegor! You're senpai! Your handsome Bel-senpai!"

"Ehh... let me think," Fran said, sitting back. "Uncute kouhai? Seeing the future? About Bel...senpai?" Bel began to look hopeful, but that face only spurred Fran on. "Nah, I got no idea. But if you're tellin' me you're a fortune teller now, then please, tell me my future, oh fake-prince-the-prophet-san." Bel paused, and his expression fell.

"Hey, wait, you... really don't know me?" he asked. "That's just..."

"Just what?" Fran deadpanned, starting to pick his nose. "Just too realistic for ya, fake-prince-the-prophet-Bel-senpai-san?"

"Hey! Fran!" called another voice from behind them. Suddenly, Mukuro and company were running over to the two, and just shortly after, the Varia came over as well.

Bel sighed.

Now there was going to be an awful lot of chaos, no matter what.

-End Chapter

And there you have it! This is going to be nine chaps max, as an encore, and also because I'm working on so many other stories as well. But I'm glad- I've been meaning to do something extra!

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