"Alright, brat, we'll be home in a week or two." Squalo ruffled golden locks in an affectionate manner as he stared down at the teenager before him. "Look after Mammon and make sure you feed her and put her to bed at a reasonable hour."

"Ushishi~" Bel wrapped his arms around Squalo's middle before he buried his face against the long-haired man's chest. "Squ-Squ can count on the prince~"

Squalo pushed the younger away from him. He grunted in response; he didn't like the idea of leaving a sixteen-year-old in charge of Headquarters while everyone else was away, but he didn't have much of a choice; while Lussuria and Levi were out on their own missions, he and Xanxus were going out for – well, reasons that they refused to tell anyone else.

Most people had their suspicions as to where they were going, but when Lussuria had gushed about how cute it was that the two leaders were going on their honeymoon… Needless to say, the Sun Guardian had been in the infirmary once again due to gunshot by Xanxus.

"Just don't burn down the fucking place, brat." Turning around to leave the mansion and drive his lover – ahem, revered boss – down to the hotel they had booked out for the week and possibly the week after depending on if Squalo could walk or not again by then, Squalo ignored the way Bel stalked behind him with giggles, excited about being left alone in the mansion with only Mammon for company; he could annoy the baby all he wanted, and no one would be there to yell at him for it.

Once Squalo had gotten into his car and left the Varia grounds, Bel ran back into the mansion. He made his way up several flights of stairs and soon barged his way into the Mist's bedroom without so much as a knock; he figured that since he was a prince, he was entitled to knocking peoples' bedroom doors off their hinges.

"Mammy~" Bel leapt up onto the king-sized bed so that he could sit cross-legged and pull his favourite baby into his arms. "Mammy, the prince is hungry~ Go make him dinner~"

The Arcobaleno squirmed within the blond's hold as her mouth twisted in annoyance. "Let go of me, Bel. Go make yourself food; you're perfectly capable of doing so."

"Nu-uh." The boy threw himself down onto the mattress so that he was laying on his back. He giggled. "I'm only sixteen, Mammy; you can't expect the prince to know how to fend for himself, because everyone should be honoured to cater to him. A mere peasant like yourself will never understand the joys of having so many slaves~"

Finally freeing herself from the boy's grip, Mammon sat on the bed across from Bel. "Whatever, Bel. I don't work for free. And besides; I have someone coming over. They should be here any second now."

Be's mouth turned into a displeased sneer. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a single knife, twirling it around as he opened his mouth to respond. However, before he could speak, a voice he knew only too well sounded from the doorway.

"Why is your door off its hinges, Viper?"

Bel tossed his knife towards the source of his discontentment before he let out a whine. He grabbed Mammon's leg and pulled her back into his arms so that he could glare down at the unwelcome baby who had snuck up on them without Bel noticing. The Varia Storm complained in a childish tone, "But, Mammy, why is he here? You're supposed to be the prince's slave! Not his!"

"I'm not your slave unless you pay me more money than you can afford." The illusionist freed herself once more so that she could jump off the bed and approach the second baby dressed in an oversized red robe. Once she was by the other's side, she turned back to Bel. "Leave us be, Bel. We're busy."

Bel rolled around on the mattress with his arms and legs in the air, greatly resembled a turtle in his childish moment. He knew the other Varia members didn't understand his playful nature, but he was a prince; he didn't need for the Varia to understand him because he could do whatever he wanted. "But the prince wants to play, too~!"

"We're playing an adult game, and if you can't even cook dinner for yourself, I'm afraid you're much too young to play with us."

Bel growled as he heard the other baby snicker at this. He rolled onto his side to face the two Arcobaleno and pouted. "But I am a prince. That automatically trumps everything."

"I'm afraid you're a young prince, and so will not be able to join us." The baby dressed in red smirked as his black hair fell into his eyes. "Perhaps when you are older."

"What do I have to do to prove I can play?" Immensely jealous that Mammon was choosing to spend her time with the Storm Arcobaleno known as Fon, Bel wanted to kill the little martial artist here and now so that Mammon had no choice but to play with him – but Fon was one of the I Prescelti Sette, and Bel didn't want to take his chances fighting one of them.

"It's quite simple," Fon said. His eyes shone with a mischievous aspect that Bel overlooked in his sudden excitement; the blond was so eager to join in, he didn't stop to think that the others would tease him. "If you sit on the bed quietly for the rest of the night and don't disturb us, then you can play."

Bel nodded enthusiastically, his fingers gripping tight to his pants. "Okay~ The prince will be good at this~!"

It wasn't until Fon and Mammon had disappeared from the bedroom for several minutes did Bel realise what Fon had done; the little Arcobaleno had talked him into leaving them alone, and come the next morning, the baby would most likely be gone, having taken Mammon from him for the entire night.

"Hey!" With a shout that rivalled Squalo's own loudness, Bel leapt from Mammon's bed. He ran down the stairs as fast as he could to find where the two had wandered off to; how dare they try and spend time together without him! "That's not fair! Play with me, Mammon! The prince is better because he's a prince!"

Bels's jealousy only grew, and he was sure that by the time the night was over, he would have the entire mansion barricaded off to stop any other babies from wandering in uninvited – he would even hire several night club bouncers to guard the entrances, and if they didn't have the formal invitation sent out by the young prince himself, then…

Well, Bel wouldn't be held responsible for anyone who went missing. Entry by invite only, peasants!