Warnings: OOC, Unbeta'd, humor fail.

Author's Notes: Seriously, why can't I write fanfics of normal couples like 2795 or 5986? Nooo, instead I write this madness called B80 XD It's mostly in Bel's POV (well, sorta) since I've never done a fic with him and I need to practice for my B26 stories, LOL.

And I'm going to be referring Mammon as a she because…well, I sincerely have no reason. And she's terribly OOC xD You people don't mind, do you? D:

Disclaimer: Are the KHR! guys all over each other in a romantic way? No? Then it's not mine.

Prince Belphegor saw nothing interesting in Yamamoto Takeshi at first. The circumstances they were in weren't the best, either – they had, after all, been in a life-or-death battle between the Varia and the Vongola. It wasn't like he had a lot of time to analyze the kid; he wasn't the Storm Guardian, therefore he was not his opponent and a prince like himself should not bother with peasants like him.

The prince's hidden eyes never focused on Yamamoto for more than five seconds; he was focused on the silver-haired guardian, who he was to fight. The part-Japanese, part-Italian commoner had put up a good fight, he had to admit. Although the blond had won, his pride was injured. Princes were, obviously, invincible! When he heard that the next fight was between the Rain Guardians, he scoffed, amused. Squalo was, after all, the second-in-command of the Varia; there was just no way that Yamamoto kid would win.

The next night came quickly. It was there when Bel finally paid attention to him. He was tall, lean, had short and spiky black hair and soft, friendly brown eyes. Really handsome in a pretty ordinary way, dare he say. Though what intrigued him the most was that smile in his tanned face. Who in the world would be smiling at a time like this? Especially before fighting Superbi Squalo! That kid was an idiot.

At least, that's what he thought until he saw him fight.

The way he sung his sword like it was just another part of his body, how the water around him moved so naturally at his favor, and how he remained confident even when the situation got worse had the prince's eyes glued to him, refusing to leave such magnificent act. He was also impressed when the boy had tried to save Squalo from the beast, and how he cursed himself when he failed to do so.

Three days later, he had the opportunity to fight him in the Sky Match. He was so excited to see what kind of moves the teen would use on him, and was not disappointed to see him use the Shigure Souen Ryu against him. The tricky brat had used his foot to hit him with his sword! And it would've worked if it wasn't for Mammon's illusion.

"This is a life or death match. A man who can fight like this without fear is either an idiot, or a natural born hitman." Bel couldn't agree more with Reborn's words.

And that's where his obsession began.

"Yamamoto, what's wrong?"

Said boy blinked twice and faced the worried eyes of his best friend.

"What are you talking about? I'm completely fine!" He laughed, scratching the back of his neck.

Tsuna wasn't very convinced but let it go none-the-less while Gokudera snorted, making a comment about how much of an idiot he was and continued to chat animatedly with his awkward-looking boss. The tallest one of the three wasn't listening, though, because he has been feeling really uneasy since the final battle with the Varia. It was almost like he was being…observed. He hasn't been paying much attention to it, but that feeling was there every day: in classes, baseball practice, at a friend's house, and his own house…it was unnerving, to say the least. At least he knew he wasn't going crazy, for Tsuna has noticed it too. Not as often as Yamamoto has, but quite a lot of times. Neither of them has mentioned it, and Yamamoto had no intentions of doing it.

With a wave of hand he dismissed himself and made his way to his home, sighing contently when thinking of the long, hot bath he was going to take. He placed his hands in his pockets and walked slowly, looking up at the sky with a small smile. He couldn't wait for the next baseball tournament to arrive; with this much training that they were having, he was sure they would win!

"Ushishishi~"

Yamamoto stopped his track and looked around. What was that? He was alone in the small street and everything looked normal enough. He shook his head and continued walking, but the smile was gone from his lips. That sound…he's heard it before, but where? Too deep in his thoughts, he failed to notice the smiling, shadowy figure resting on top of the building behind him.

"Yamamoto Takeshi…soon you'll be the prince's. Ushishishi~"

"Mammon~" Bel sang, smiling his usual grin.

The illusionist let go of her calculator and glared at her psychotic partner, or at least it looked like it, because as always her hood was obscuring her never-seen eyes.

"What?" She grunted lowly, clearly upset that she had been interrupted in the middle of her favorite hobby: counting money.

The prince sighed dramatically and fell to the couch beside her, the wide smile disappearing. "Oh, Mammon, the prince wants something, but he doesn't know how to get it!"

The Mist Arcobaleno raised an invisible eyebrow. Well, that was something new. Usually the sadistic blond would kill everything in his pace to get what he wanted.

"A prince should not want anything, so I need it now!"

"And what is this you want so badly, Bel?" Mammon asked, her curiosity picked. "It better not be expensive."

"Yamamoto Takeshi!" He exclaimed, spreading his arms and smiling madly once more at the memory of said guy.

After a moment of awkward silence, Mammon cleared her throat.

"You mean the Vongola's Rain Guardian?" She asked disbelievingly.

"Ushishishi~ Exactly!" The prince confirmed, placing his arms behind his head.

His partner was speechless.

"I feel bad for him," She finally said as she sighed.

"Huh? Why?" The knife-user tilted his head to the side, confused.

Mammon just shook her head and resumed counting her money.

"Mammon," Bel whined. "Help the prince!"

"I don't know what you want me to do, but if you pay me I may be able to do something," She said distractedly while separating the dollars and coins.

The Varia of Storm took out a large amount of money from his pocket and laughed. "Ushishishi, the prince knew Mammon would say something like that, so I brought the money. The prince is a genius, after all."

Without hesitating, the only female of the Varia took the cash and counted it before placing it in the table with the other money.

"I'm probably going to regret this," She said slowly. "But I'll see what I can do."

Bel laughed in victory.

"First of all, why the hell would you like to have that Rain brat?" The illusionist asked with genuine curiosity.

"Because the prince says so," Mammon rolled her eyes.

"Yes, now do you have any idea why that is?"

Bel adopted a thoughtful expression.

"Hmm…" He hummed, taking one of his unique-looking knifes and examined it. "Whenever the prince sees him his heart starts beating faster."

Mammon had an idea of where this was going. She wasn't sure if it was good or bad. Knowing him, most likely bad.

"Does your stomach, by any chance, feel weird when you're around him?"

Bel hummed again in thought before nodding. "Yes, it does, but why do you need to know this? Aren't you going to help the prince take him?"

She placed her right hand in her head in an exasperated manner. "Bel, crushes don't work like that."

The prince blinked behind his bangs. "…Crush? You mean like when a skull breaks after being crushed by a heavy building?"

"Lussuria should be the one teaching you this, not me," Mammon murmured under her breath. "A crush is a normal behavior between teenagers like you (blood-thirsty or not); it's a feeling very similar to happiness and shyness mixed, though it also can bring grief and anger. They help you notice other people's qualities and defects and still like them. Now, what new things have you noticed about the brat?"

The prince placed his knife close to his mouth. "When the prince was following him not long ago, he noticed that his eyes weren't brown, but a dark amber color. His smile seemed to light up the place like an explosion, his voice is deep but light (more pretty than the screaming of my victims, too!), and his skin looks very soft-looking. The prince wonders if it feels the same…"

Mammon nodded. "Now, do you feel the need to stab him? Wait, did you say 'following'?"

Bel stayed quiet for a long time as he ignored her last question, thinking deeply. "The prince does sometimes because of the weird feelings he causes in him, but later I…regret it." He finished, surprising himself.

The Arcobaleno was surprised too. "How so?"

"The prince doesn't want to hurt him, but often in his dreams the prince sees himself cutting Yamamoto Takeshi's naked skin and licking the blood. Somehow the peasant seems to enjoy it, though, because his face looks flustered and he's panting out the prince's name pleading for him to do something. When I wake up I have a strange feeling in my lower stomach and I has to fix it by-"

"I don't need to know that!" Mammon snapped. That was way too much information. Bel only smiled although a little confused by his partner's reaction. She cleared her throat again. "As I was saying, a crush appears when you develop special feelings toward someone. You don't want to hurt him, right?"

Bel nodded.

"You feel weird when he's around, yes?"

He nodded once again.

"And you want him for yourself?"

At that, the prince laughed in his own creepy way. Mammon took it as a 'yes'.

"I never thought this would be possible, but, Bel, you do have a crush."

The prince pouted. "How is that supposed to make Yamamoto Takeshi mine?"

"Patience is a virtue, Bel. To make him 'yours', you have to win his heart first. And no, you don't have to rip it apart from his body," She added when the prince opened his mouth. "Getting someone like him to like someone like you…may not be exactly so hard, but it will require effort from you. A lot."

"And what does the prince need to do?"

"The normal advice would be 'be yourself', but that wouldn't work out for you," Mammon said quietly. A second later she heard a knife being thrown to the wall behind her. "Well, you have to do nice stuff for him, like buying him pretty things, getting to know him better, try to NOT to stab HIM or HIS FRIENDS, being polite in front of him, not laugh like the creep you are, not talk about massacres or blood in general, not-"

"Mammon!" Bel whined.

She sweat-dropped. It seems she got a little carried away…

"Can't the prince just order him to like him?" He asked, pouting.

"Only if what I told you to do doesn't work," Mammon said, shaking her head before she added under her breath, "Not that someone would like to be with you anyway."

"What was that, baby?" The psychotic teenager sneered as he took out ten knifes from who-knows-where.

"You should ask Squalo about him," The Varia of Mist said in a bored manner, not feeling intimidated by the prince's threat. "He knows him better than anyone else here."

Bel considered the idea before slowly putting away his knifes. "Alright." And he hurriedly left to find the commander.

Mammon sighed. She still felt bad for the poor oblivious teen; he had no idea what was coming to him.

Oh well, it's not my problem, she thought as she went back to her task.

"What do you mean you want me to tell you about Yamamoto Takeshi?" Squalo half-asked, half-yelled in surprise.

"What you heard. The prince wants you to tell him everything you know about Yamamoto Takeshi." Bel demanded, crossing his arms.

The silver-haired commander just started at him as if he had grown sane before he narrowed his eyes and glared at him.

"I'm not going to let you touch that brat," He grunted, readying his sword.

The blond also took out his knives and sneered at him. "And why is that, you commoner?"

"That weakling is my pray!"

"Oh? But the prince recalls him beating you~"

"Why, you…!"

"Oh, my! Are you two boys fighting again~?"

Both Bel and Squalo stopped glaring at each other and turned around to see the cheerful face of Lussuria, who approached them with a playful pout that was meant to be cute.

"Go away, Luss-nee; the prince is fighting for what's his!" Bel hissed.

"VOI!" The shark exclaimed, clearly pissed. "The brat isn't yours, you crazy prince!"

"Guys, guys!" The Varia of Sun shrieked. "You are fighting for someone? How romantic! Who is the lucky girl~?"

Squalo faltered slightly at that. "It's not a girl…and we are not fighting for him!"

Lussuria gasped and then giggled. "It's Yamamoto-kun, isn't it~?"

Both Bel and Squalo gaped at him.

"From the look on you faces it seems I was right!" He exclaimed happily as he clapped excitedly. "Ah, I never thought I would see a love triangle between you three! Sure, it was obvious Squ-chan had something to do with Yamamoto-kun, but Bel-chan?"

"VOOOOOIII!" Squalo yelled, blushing faintly. "Why is everyone assuming there is something going on with the brat and I?"

Lussuria clicked his teeth and shook his head. "Oh, the denial."

"How did you know who we were arguing about?" The blond teenager asked.

"I just had a feeling~" The flamboyant Sun Guardian said, winking behind his sun glasses.

"Gays are freakishly intuitive," Bel muttered with a mix of amusement and uneasiness.

Squalo nodded.

After some yells, sword and knife cuts and blood loss, both Varia members decided to sit down and talk like the civilized people they weren't and listen to their 'mama'.

"Boys," Lussuria started, smiling excitedly. "Tell me, what are you going to do about Yamamoto-kun?"

Squalo twitched. "How much will it take for you to drop the damn idea of me liking that brat?"

Lussuria pouted. "Squ, denial is bad for your health~! I mean, Yamamoto-kun's body isn't as good as Ryohei-chan's, but you have to admit that he's A-DO-RA-BLE~!"

"What's there to like?" The commander spat out, crossing his arms.

Bel glared at him from under his hair. "Everything, peasant; he's perfect for the prince and not for a pedophile like you. Ushishishi~"

The Varia of Sun squealed. This was oh-so-much fun!

"VOOOOOIII, WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PEDOPHILE?"

Lussuria placed a finger in his lower lip and hummed. "Bel-chan's right, Squ-chan. Yamamoto-kun is fourteen and you twenty two."

"No matter what you say, I'm not letting you touch Yamamoto!" Squalo yelled angrily, standing up. "I will be the one to defeat him!"

The blond stared, stared, and stared at him for some more. He cocked his head to the side curiously.

"The prince doesn't want to harm him."

Both Squalo and Lussuria gasped.

"Ha-ha, Bel-chan, what?" The cheerful member asked hesitantly, unsure if he heard correctly.

"The prince wants Yamamoto Takeshi to like him." Belphegor said, smiling smugly. "I want him to be mine."

His teammates gasped again.

"The prince orders Squalo to tell him about his hobbies, favorite foods and all that stuff; Mammon says that's important to know."

"So…that's what you really wanted to ask me in the first place?" The silver-haired man asked, feeling slightly awkward.

Bel nodded and Lussuria fainted.

This is supposed to be humor but lately I've been failing at it, haha! I will continue it regardless of how many reviews I get because I really like this couple (Actually, I pretty much like Yamamoto x Everyone, but I just happened to be in a Bel mood, haha. And I've been wanting to write something even though I don't like my writing) and I have some ideas for the next chapter. It's probably going to be a three or four-shot, not really sure. By the way, I'm going to a small vacation today, so I won't be able to update until next week (or two :O).

Reviews are deeply appreciated nonetheless!