A/N: Hey guys! c: So, it has been almost a full year since Marked has been published so I decided to edit it. Same concept, but tweeked. I think it is so much more clean-cut now, and all the chapters I have published flow so much better.
If you are new to reading this story - welcome! And I really hope you enjoy it. c: If you are re-reading this story KUDO's to you! And you will probably notice a ton of changes throughout it. I will try to update more frequently and get some chapters uploaded this spring break! You guys totally deserve it. I love you all, and thanks so much for your reviews! It really has helped me get through this story. c:
Warning: Marked is rated M. That means their will be smut. Yes, lovely smut. Not only that, but this is a dark fic. That means their will be twists, and things may not always seem like a happy ray of sunshine. Their will be rape, language, kidnapping, character deaths ( yes, those aweful character deaths. T-T ) and all that good stuff. Their may be some fluff in here, but not for long. Enjoy the happy fluff while it lasts before everything goes down hill. You have been warned.
Summary: Fran is a young student attending a secret school that isn't even known to exist; Varia Assassin Academy. For as long as Fran can remember he has been preping to be admitted to this school, going as far as to shut off his emotions to do so. After a certain period of time a battle royal of sorts is taken place between the students' of the Varia and Vongolia school district. The winner is allowed a single wish. Going to a school filled with crazed students with weapons pointed at every corner is bad enough, but imagine having your own personal bully on your very first day of school to top it all off. But Fran has enough to worry about besides the masochistic Belphegor. With overly strict, rich parents, an unknown organization behind the scenes, a secret that will change Fran's life forever, and a connection that will morph all their lives, Marked is a story full of twists and turns. What is Fran's relationship with Belphegor? How will Fran handle all these problems thrown at him? And lastly, what will Fran wish for if he makes it through school alive?
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Marked
By: x-LittleMissAlice-x
Chapter 1 - First Encounter
"Yo, Toad!"
A sudden voice exclaimed and rippled through the woods, echoing within the tall, thick trees. The boy being announced as 'Toad' immediately stopped in his tracks, his gaze still fixated on the ground. He slowly turned around on the edge of his heel towards the area the sound had been coming from. A gentle sigh finally left his lips.
"Great. It's the big bad wolf," he thought sarcastically, frowing. Why did it always have to be him? Why couldn't this guy just leave him alone for once?
The boy in the woods seemed to blend in with the green bushes and trees. He had long mint-green hair that flowed messily to his jaw line and a little bit over his brows. A pair of round, emerald jewels claimed to be his eyes as they sparkled and shimmered in the sunlight. He couldn't have been older than thirteen in reality, but the look deep within his eyes told there was more to him than what you could see at first glance. There was an essense about him that was mature. The look within his eyes was filled with both knowledge and wisdom, like he had seen first hand the hardships of the world and remained to carry them on his bare shoulders. He may have had an angelic face, but was a merciless and emotionless machine when given the chance. He didn't exist, simply because he was told he never did. To him, everything he did felt indifferent. He couldn't bring himself to feel anymore.
For as long as he could remember he was invisible to the world, and was actually starting to like it that way. At least, that was until he was unlucky enough to cross paths with an arrogant, unpredictable blond. Being admited to the Varia Assassin Academy is bad enough, but imagine having your own personal bully to top it all off. Now, think about that 'bully' being the infamous fallen prince, Belphegor. If you haven't guessed, it's the worse.
"My name's Fran, not 'toad'," he muttered. "What are you doing here anyway, Bel-senpai?" Fran asked, deadpanned. He crossing his arms over his chest and leaning lazily against the trunk of a tree. Then, he looked up.
Above the high forest on a large branch a figure suddenly appeared. Fran stared at an eyeless face with long, bushy blond hair. A wicked grin, as always, streatched mercilessly across the majority of his face. The tiara rested perfectly on the side of his head. He wore black, ripped jeans with long chains dangling on the right side of his body. The blonde had on a stripped, long-sleeved black and red shirt. The sleeves were so long they hung loosely over his fingers as he placed his hands comfortably on his hips.
"Aw, don't be like that. Your happy to see me, aren't you?" Belphegor asked sweetly, before jumping down from the high branch. He landed gracefully on his feet a yard or so away from Fran, who just stared at him with a blank expression. "I warned you, didn't I? My uncute kouhai isn't wearing his froggie hat. Why?" Bel asked. Though the Prince sounded lighthearted now, Fran could feel his eyes narrowing behind his hair.
He slowly approached Fran, silver shoes snapping twigs and crunching leaves the closer he came. Instinctively, Fran took a small step back. Fran's face may not have looked threatened, but inside his heart was racing. Every encounter he had had with Belphegor never turned out pleasant. He was alone with his bully, deep in the woods were no one would even hear if he screamed on the top of his lungs. He had to play it cool. Maybe if he acted like nothing bothered him like he always did Bel would leave him be and pick on someone else.
Fran just shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. Sure enough, the frog hat was off. Fran's fingertips were curled around the rim of the hat in the palm of his right hand, dangling lifelessly by his side.
"Dunno. I just didn't feel like wearing it anymore," he answered simply. Actually, the truth of the matter was, Fran didn't want to continue to be in his Senpai's little games anymore. But Fran wasn't going to admit that.
A small 'tsk' sound came from Belphegor's mouth as his grin faltered. Appearing in front of Fran like the wind itself, the blond clutched the boy's chin, jerking it up so he could get a good look at his face. Fran's grip on the frog hat slipped from the forceful response, falling heavily to the dirty ground. Fran should have seen this coming.
"That's your reason? Put it back on, now," Belphegor threatened, his irritation starting to be heard in his tone.
A tense silence filled the air between him. Fran was dangerously calm, considering the situation. The Prince loathed being ignored, and his rebellious actions were starting to make him even more anxious. A couple more seconds passed, and when the Kouhai still refused to speak, he jerked Fran's face to the side to get his attention. Belphegor leaned closer to Fran, snapping in his ear, "Would you just say something, ya damn toad?"
Fran opened his eyes, staring at Belphegor in the corner of his sight. "Something," Fran replied, his lips forming a faint, amused smile.
Wow. Belphegor totally walked into that one.
"Haha, very funny," Belphegor stated sarcastically. Fran could image the roll of his eyes behind the curtain of blond with his smart-ass comment. Fran couldn't help it; it was just in his personality.
"You were boring me to sleep. So, I tuned you and your childish demands out several minutes ago," Fran stated, adding a yawn to prove his point.
"How uncute," Belphegor replied, "Now put the damn hat back on."
"Why don't you wear the stupid hat, Bel-senpai?" Fran countered. "It's extremely heavy, and it's always in the way. I don't want to wear it anymore, so I would appreciate it if you would stop threatening me to do so," Fran replied smoothly. He needed to be the more mature one in this situation. Belphegor was his bully, and Fran refused to play the victim. If you don't have fuel for the fire, it would eventually fizzle out, right? Fran only hoped he didn't allow this one to get large enough to be beyond extinguishing.
"Don't turn this back onto me, Froggie," Bel growled. "You don't want to make me angry."
"Or else what, Fallen Prince? Your not very smart, are you? You have absolutely nothing to use against me," Fran replied confidently. He had always been a great student and made it a valid point to stay out of trouble. Belphegor didn't have any dirt on him. There wasn't a thing stopping him from leaving this forest, right now; and that's what Fran intended to do.
Fran placed his hand on Belphegor's chest before firmly shoving him away. The Prince stumbled back a couple steps, but quickly regained his balance. Belphegor blinked behind his thick bangs, before quickly looking back up to see what was going on. His eyes narrowed at Fran. The Kouhai was already walking off, not even bothering to look back or say a word. This irritated Belphegor to no end.
"Where the fuck do you think your going?"
Fran merely waved a hand over his shoulder at his question, and then replied simply, "Back to my old life before you came in and screwed it up."
Fran didn't even take two more steps until he felt something latch onto his arm. The next thing he knew, he was pulled down to the ground like the Earth itself was trying to suck him under. A sudden weight could be felt on his torso, and when Fran opened his eyes, Belphegor's face was in front of him, again. His legs rested on either side of his waist, and his wrists were held down forcefully so he couldn't escape. Fran hated this feeling of being contained. Fran struggled under Belphegor, but no matter how hard he tried to break loose, the fingers that wrapped around his wrists only constricted him further. This guy just didn't give up.
"I'm the best damn thing that ever happened to you, and you know it."
"In what universe? Bel-senpai, your delusional," Fran droned.
An animalistic growl rumbled in the back of Belphegor's throat. Oh shit. Fran had pushed him too far.
Everything that happened after that was almost like a blur.
Belphegor released one of his wrists as his hand slid up the side of Fran's body. Tied around in a neat bow Fran had a foam green cloth wrapped around his neck, as if he was trying to hide something. Immediately, Belphegor grabbed the loose cloth, pulling on one of the sides as it quickly slipped undone. Fran didn't even have time to react. His eyes widened as a sinister smirk slowly spread across Belphegor's face. Fran watched as his precious cloth was thrown into the air and tossed to the side. He tried to reach for it, but Belphegor just held his arm down again.
A large white batch was on the side of Fran's neck, a white blod of tried crimson liquid in the middle. It was taped carefully on every corner, sequred so it wouldn't fall off. Belphegor's fingers curled under the bandage, watching Fran's face from under his hair.
Finally, a reaction.
Fran squirmed under his touch, his light eyes sending him a message of small pleading.
Belphegor was pleased. He was in control now and Fran knew it. Even if Fran didn't want him to do it, was silently begging him not to, Belphegor was going to do it anyway. He was far too angry not to.
"You wanted proof, didn't you? Proof that I owned you? Well here it is. Here's my dirt-" Belphegor ripped off the patch in a single, swift movement. Fran grimanced at the spark of pain, biting his lip to keep himself from crying out. This wasn't fair. This wasn't right. Why did Belphegor persist to do these things to him?
"S-stop it," Fran whispered, avoiding Belphegor's gaze, though as always, the blonde ignored him. A series of deep, sharp bite marks could be seen across his neck. Scabs could be seen, as well as dark hickeys all the way down to his collar bone. The sight only made Belphegor's grin widen.
"How wonderful~ They haven't disappeared yet. Doesn't that make you happy, Froggie?" Belphegor smirked, looking back at Fran's face for a reaction. Any reaction. Bel loved it when he could make his Kouhai show emotion.
Fran's face was twitching a bit, trying his best to stay calm and collected. He hadn't snapped yet. Maybe if Belphegor pushed him a little farther. . .
Belphegor brushed Fran's light green hair out of his face with his fingertips. The blonde leaned forward, resting his forehead against the captured frog, his smirk still in place. "Do you remember now? he whispered seductively, his hot breath smoothing against Fran's rosy cheeks. Belphegors light touch trailed down Fran's neck, paying special attention to the marks he created himself earlier.
Fran couldn't help but jump and squirm at the flirtatious contact. He had to swallow back a wince as the blonde's fingers trailed down his injured neck. The sensitive spots on his skin stung and pain throbbed under his pale flesh. His heart was racing uncontrollably through his chest, every touch Belphegor's fingers lingered starting to tingle.
Fran still didn't understand it; he never could. How could Belphegor make him feel so... so good? What was it about him that made Fran's knees weak and his will to keep fighting disolve? He had always been fighting for survival. Always.
But their relationship had always been this way, even in their first encounter.
Flashback
First Day of School
It's cold... Fran thought as his fingers laced around the car door handle and swung it open. The frigid morning air filled the car to greet him, brushing against the boy's pale skin. His body shivered at the contact. He pursed his lips white turning his head towards the driver's seat.
A man sat in the front seat, hands casually resting on the steering wheel. His midnight blue hair was slicked back in a small, neat ponytail. He wore a black and white suit, an expensive silver watch gleaming on his right wrist. The man was Fran's personally driver and butler, waiting patiently for his "Young Master" to climb out of the limo and be on his way. Even though it seemed great to have a butler, half of the time Fran's didn't even act like one.
"Mukuro," Fran addressed. The man in the front seat turned slightly to show he was listening, a small smile lingering on his lips, as always. Fran could spot the black patch over his right eye. Even though the man didn't turn to directly look at him, Fran knew his butler was still listening. "It's far too cold outside. I will attend school tomorrow. So please, drive me home."
For the last couple of years Fran had been home schooled, traveling the world and sucking in as much information as he could. His parents' were rich, after all; he had the connections to be shipped off to whatever city, state, or even country his parents' thought he could learn something useful. His studies involved weapons, human emotions and how to manipulate them, as well as the hacking of electronics. Of course he knew the basics such as math and science, but at a more advanced level. He had never learned in a classroom setting or had to socialize with people when it wasn't necessary. He didn't want to either.
But then why the sudden change of pace?
Apparently, this school wasn't like any other; it wasn't even known to exist. Only the best of the best were admitted, and usually the students either came from a wealthy family or were considered genius', if not both. The school's walls were hidden within a huge forest on private property, tucked away from the outside world. Several paths ran though the land, but most lead to a dead end. Students' had to have a special map with them in order to even find the school, as well as a special uniform and documents to even be let inside.
Even though this school seemed to be 'special' and know what they were doing, Fran was still unconvinced. He didn't want to go to any public setting - including this one - and he would do anything to keep him from doing so.
Mukuro couldn't help but let out a laugh of "Kufufu" at the boy's request. Fran ignored his laugh of amusement, impassive green eyes still staring out the ajar door, watching the endless rows of trees surrounding them. "Aren't you funny. If your father found out I let you ditch again he would surely have my head."
"He doesn't have to find out. I have cash with me, so you can be relieved for the day and do as you please with this-" Fran pulled out a credit card from his back pocket, moving it back and forth in the air. He would sweet talk Mukuro if he had to; it wouldn't be the first time. His butler was greedy – even if he didn't like to admit it. Money always peeked Mukuro's interest.
"Hm..." Mukuro seemed to be considering this as he looked at the platinum card through the front mirror. After a few moments he shook his head, still smiling. "Tempting, but I don't think so. As much as I'd love to help you out, your father is a scary man. I don't want to piss him off again," Mukuro murmured thoughtfully. "Now hop out, squirt, you're going to be late."
Fran's lips turned down into a small frown. He was almost sure Mukuro would cave in too.
Sighing in defeat, Fran picked up his brown leather bag and slowly climbed out of the car, shutting the shiny black door behind him. Fran muttered under his breath, something along the lines of "stupid pineapple head".
Before Fran could even think to change his mind, his 'loyal' butler was already driving off without him. A hand waved at Fran out of the unrolled window, but the gesture was not returned. Fran stared after the car until it was out of sight, engulfed by the forest.
Fran let out a gentle sigh. He tossed his head back, looking up to admire the fluffy clouds that passed by ever so slowly in the sky. A gust of wind blew by and danced in Fran's hair effortlessly, kissing his neck. The yellow, red, and brown leaves danced in the breeze, slowly fluttering to the ground. A few birds could be heard chirping in the distance.
This forest was pretty quiet. Peaceful. Fran wouldn't mind getting lost in this place, far away from the world where he could never be found. Life would be so much simpler then; more livable.
Fran's feet started moving on their own, walking on the gravel path with his eyes still glued to the sky. He felt like his body was on autopilot, functioning on its own while his mind drifted into his own thoughts. He didn't have to worry about getting lost though; the layout of the land and its paths were already etched to memory.
One-two. One-two.
How long had he been walking?
One-two. One-two.
Still, nothing.
One-two. One.
Fran stopped.
A mist started to roll in around him, becoming thicker by the second. If Fran were to try and look at his hand in front of his face, he wouldn't be able to. The air became colder, denser. The chirps of the birds abruptly disappeared. Something wasn't right.
Fran stood there for a minute. Two minutes. Nothing but eerie silence.
Until, finally, he heard the rustling of bushes to his side.
In a single, swift movement his hand was already in his bag, pulling out two kunai and throwing them in the direction he heard something shift. Someone made a small grunt and a curse under their breath, before the sudden presence vanished. Someone had been spying on him. Why hadn't he noticed sooner?
Fran straightened his back and cleared his throat, before stating the sky, "I am Fran, a student at Varia Academy. I should be in the school's records. I also have the school's admission sheet and my own ID card with the school." Fran rummaged through his bag until he felt the items and held them up in the air.
At first, nothing happened. After a couple seconds the mist seemed to slowly dissipate. A couple more and the sound of the birds could be heard again. Fran let out a sight of relief.
It was no wonder very few ever made it to the school. His father had informed him about illusions in the forest to lead unwelcome visitors astray. Somehow, the mist was conducted by the school, though Fran didn't entirely understand how. Whomever was following him must have been a part of the staff at the school, ready to attack if necessary. Either that, or someone who may cause problems in the future.
With the mist cleared, Fran turned his head towards the bush that had been rustling earlier. Yep, whoever had been there before was now long gone. The strange things was, only one of the two kunai Fran threw were embedded into the trunk of the tree. Why was one missing?
Fran decided to shrug it off. He made his way to the trunk of the tree and grabbed the kunai before dropping it back into his bag, as well as his paperwork and ID card. Noticing a hidden path beyond the tree he followed it. After a couple minutes through the series of never ending trees he finally arrived to an open field.
Two different schools could be seen. One the left was a large building made of white marble, concealed inside a large black gate. A sign could be seen that said "Vongola Academy" in bold, black letters. On the other side was a building similar to the other, but instead of marble white the school was a smooth, sparkling midnight color with a white gate.
Fran took in a deep breath, and stared at the school to his right. Instead of the school being an elegant marble white the school was built in a mysterious, sparkling midnight color. A white gate was in front of the school, the exact opposite colors of the Vongolian one. Well, this was his stop.
Varia Academy, huh? I'm not impressed.
He finally made it without getting himself killed or lost. That was a good sign. Now was the hard part; trying to survive his first day of school. This was going to be an interesting day.
Fran managed to get on the school grounds smoothly without any issues. He scanned his ID card through a little slot at the school gate, spoke to an operator, then the gates swung open for him to go through.
Everything else was like a blur.
Several paths were laid out in front of him that lead all over the school. It seemed one could be easily lost if they took a wrong turn. Beautiful trees and vivid flowers of all colors bloomed by the walkways, making the school come to life. A majestic fountain was in the middle of the courtyard, pearl benches surrounding it in the middle of nature. Perhaps this is where the student's ate lunch? That is, if they didn't kill each other first.
What was Fran to expect? This was a school for assassins. This may have seemed like the "good life", but you could only enjoy it before you were dead. Fran had learned first hand that things that seem great on the outside really weren't all it seemed to be. Like the saying goes, "the grass is always greener on the other side".
For as long as Fran could remember he had been training for this. All those years of hell, all that time spent studying and practicing perfection, he hoped it was worth it. This school would be just like his every day life; a thin line of rotting in the ground or having blood on your hands. The world wasn't as beautiful of a place people made it out to be. Their were always people pulling the strings. Always.
Fran was nothing more than a killing machine. It was obvious why he was admitted here. Little did students' know, at the end of the term for their special "examination" students' were forced into a battle royal against members of the Vongola and Varia school district. It was a sick, brutal game; but all the more fun for the higher ups. It wasn't play time anymore for kids, just amusement to the puppet masters. Your friend today could be an enemy tomorrow. Only the best of skills and intellect made it through this place. If Fran managed to survive this environment he would be able to meet with the powerful leaders who conducted this sick game, as well as get anything he wished for.
But that was the thing. Fran didn't have dreams. He didn't want anything; couldn't want anything. This was just what his life had ever been; a fight for survival. Nothing else mattered. Friends brought you down. Emotions got in the way. It may have been a dull existence but at least it was livable.
A doll, that's all he was. Nothing more than a doll... a dol-
Pitter patter. Pitter patter.
His thinking was interrupted as he entered the glass double doors of the school. He glanced up to hear footsteps. They were coming towards him. Quickly. Was someone running? Why?
Suddenly, a figure rounded the corner. Their head was turned around, snickering deviously over their shoulder and not paying attention to where they were going.
What happened next went by in a radiant, sparkling sensation with a blur of black, red, and a hint of yellow.
Thud!
The next thing Fran knew he had fallen onto his backside, a jolt of pain through his rear and his head. He winced slightly, the wind temporarily knocked out of him.
The other had been running by and crashed into the daydreaming boy before Fran had a chance to react. They butted skulls painfully, and Fran was knocked down to the ground. Fran had closed his eyes tight and braced himself by lifted his arms at the last second to lighten the hit.
What in the world did I just hit? Fran thought with a small frown. He tried to life himself back up, but couldn't find the strength to. He fell back heavily to the marble tile. Okay, I know I wasn't that heavy before, nor am I that weak. Could I really have been caught off guard?
Slowly, Fran's eyes fluttered open. He was welcomed with the harsh sunlight refracting through the windows and blinded his view, as well as a headache of a gleam from something shiny. He squinted his emerald eyes and raised a hand to shield himself from the harshness of the sun's rays, before finally seeing what he had run into.
Fran blinked. The world seemed to come to a complete stop. Everything in the background dissolved into nothing. The frantic shouts behind the mysterious figure faded away. The bell ringing through the school didn't even register in his mind. All that could be heard was the shallowness of his own breathing, and his heart skipping in his chest for the first time in his life. Fran was so distracted, only fixated on one, single thing.
Beautiful... he thought as his breath hitched in his throat. He couldn't help but feel the air leave his lungs as he stared at the being in front of him.
Bushy, dirty blonde hair that covered most of his face. A mini-tiara or crown on the left side of his head. Rosy cheeks on his flushed face, and a great, defined body; far more muscular than his own lean one.
The blonde-headed boy had a look of slight surprise on his face, as well as Fran's own. They both stared at each other with wide, bewildered eyes for several moments.
But it wasn't his strong features that caught his attention, nor the frame of his body against his. It was those eyes he saw.
He had only a glimpse of the pair as they bore into his, if only for just a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. They couldn't snap out of his mind.
Blue. A beautiful royal blue. Fran thought, breath taken. Those eyes said it all.
His gaze's surfaces were filled with loyalty and power, but the depths, deep inside his dilated iris' were painfully similar to his. Loneliness. Despair. Lost. The kind like his own that craved attention. To be noticed; the ache for someone to finally understand. The familiar sight made Fran's stomach twist painfully.
Why? Why were his emotions rushing back to him? Why was he feeling again?
For the first time he felt panic. He tried to think, he really did, but his mind turned to putty. His eyes dared to break eye contact, quickly scanning down to notice their position. A blush crept on Fran's own cheeks.
Fran had his right hand behind him to keep himself - and the new weight - propped up and halfway off the ground. His other hand was shielding the light from his eyes that escaped the glass doors. Both of the blonde's arms were on the ground behind Fran to have tried to catch himself from the fall. Their bodies across each other, molded nearly perfectly as their chests barely grazed, their faces barely inches apart. The blonde's legs were on either side of his fragile body. The blonde's beautiful eyes' were now hidden by his long hair once again, snapping Fran out of his trance.
Fran blinked, before his eyes quickly darted away uncomfortably.
The moment was gone.
Fran's heart slowed as he took a couple seconds of self-calming, getting his overflowing emotions back under wraps. He looked up at the eyeless face. Fran cocked his head to the side innocently, an oblivious expression in place, followed by a small, "Umm..?"
Immediately, the boy swiftly pushed himself back up from the ground and recoiled back, clenching his fists at his sides.
"Dammit! That hurt, watch where you're going!" he exclaimed, rubbing his injured head with the palm of his hand. Fran could feel his intensely hardened gaze from beneath his golden locks.
Fran stayed on the ground, looking a bit dumbfounded by the sudden fast motion and loud attitude, his mind still in a small haze. There goes his first impression.
"Sorry..?" was all the poor boy could say, followed by a small shrug. This action made the blonde jump a bit, surprised by the sudden flat tone and curious eyes that were set on him. He quickly changed his expression to grin from ear-to-ear.
"Yeah, you'd better be sorry! I'll make you regret ever bumping into me. Maybe then you'll actually watch where you're going next time," he hissed with a profound, smug smirk; a mischievous glint within his hidden eyes. "Ya see, I own this school and everyone in it -"
Great, a control freak, Fran thought bitterly
"- And you, messing with me, I guarantee I will make your miserable, peasant life a living hel-"
"Actually, the owners' of this school are both the leaders of the Vongola and Varia, currently. You're just a student that attends here. And second, you're the one that ran into me," he explained in his unfeeling tone as he pulled himself to his feet, brushing away any unwanted dirt off his uniform casually. "You must not be able to see very well from that mess of hair you call 'bangs' that's on your face. Why don't I help you?" Fran suggested and reached out a small, pale hand forward to do so. His hand was almost immediately caught by the other in a single movement, clenching his wrist to make it immobile.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" the blonde snapped, his eyes narrowing distastefully under his bangs. Fran just stared at him dumbly with blank eyes. Wow, he couldn't believe he found this loud-mouthed guy 'interesting'.
Suddenly, the blonde yanked his hand and Fran lose his balance, making him fall forward. Then, a hand touched his chest, and his body was shoved unpleasantly into the black sparkling wall. Fran winced slightly at the rough gesture, but managed to lift his eyes to stare at the angered blond patiently.
"Okay, listen here ya little shit," he growled, though Fran just cut in with his emotionless and unfazed tone.
"Actually, the name I go by is Fra-"
"I don't give a fuck what your name is!" he exclaimed, grinding his teeth together to try and regain his control. It wasn't working. "Look, rule number one, you do not, ever, touch the hair! Got it? Second, do not speak to me in that cocky, unneeded, smart-ass tone of yours, or I swear-"
"Or you swear what?" Fran asked with a raised brow, questioning his authority. The blonde might as well had started fuming in anger, smoke coming out of his ears.
Despite his size Fran wasn't one to back down from a fight. He would say what was on his mind without mercy. He was known for making sarcastic remarks and comments to piss people off. If it ever came down to a fight Fran could defend himself. But this guy wasn't worth the effort. Was everyone in this school going to be rash, hot-tempered idiots?
"Look, Toad, I'm feared in this school for a reason. If you don't shut your trap now I-"
"I don't really see why. You're not that scary, after all. Sure, you yell a lot, are ill-tempered, and have a big mouth, maybe even know how to throw your firsts around, but - excuse my French - you don't have the balls to back it up," Fran stated. His eyes then scanned down a bit from his face to his pants, before a gentle smirk came to surface. "Literally," he added, the blonde's cheeks visibly flushing.
"Yeah? Well I guess you will get to see then now, huh? You little-" he began and tightened his grip on the boy's shirt collar, able to lift the lightweight boy in the air effortlessly as his feet dangled in the air. A balled-up fist was pulled back, ready to land a blow on Fran's 'angelic' face. But, then something stopped him.
The voices that had been following the blonde drew closer. The mysterious male froze. His head whipped around into the direction the voices were coming from, before cursing audibly under his breath.
Fingertips slowly uncurled around Fran's shirt and he took a small step back. Fran landed gracefully to his feet and watch his antagonist carefully in case he were to make another move on him.
Though now, the blonde's smirk was back in place, as dangerous and unpredictable as ever. Out of no where, he placed both of his hands behind his back and pulled out a frog hat right before Fran's eyes. His mischievous grin seeming to widen a bit - if that was even possible.
In a single movement, the heavy frog hat was in placed on the Fran's mint-hair. The curiosity in Fran's eyes deepened. Fran rested his hands on the toad hat as it was slipping off so it wouldn't fall, feeling his neck already start to strain.
"What is this?" Fran asked, dumbfounded.
"That, my uncute kouhai, is something you may never take off. If you do so and I happen to find out, then you will regret it. That much I will make sure of," he warned with a snicker, though young Fran's expression still looked as confused as ever.
"Why not? Besides, I will have to take it off sometime. What about when I take a shower, or change my clothes? I very well cannot be wearing this thing. Besides, it looks stupi-"
"Then I suppose you better be sure I don't find out," the blond smirked, his eyes narrowing behind his locks dangerously enough to let a gentle shiver make its way up Fran's spine.
Taking a small step forward, he latched two fingers under Fran's pale chin, and lifted his face up so that they were at eye level. Fran couldn't find the will to protest."You'd better watch your back, Toad, because everywhere you go, even when you're in the midst of slumber, I could be there... just waiting ever so patiently for your guard to go down, before I take my revenge," he warned lowly, his cool breath hitting Fran's face. An 'Ushishishi' chuckle left the blonde's his lips. Despite the threat, Fran's barely-seen, mocking smirk didn't slip from his face.
"Goodness, I never knew you could be such a stalker," he commented innocently. The blonde just grunted in response, irritated.
"Better watch out, because the next time we meet, I wont be letting you get the slip so easily," he stated seriously, too serious for comfort. "Besides, it wouldn't change the fact that you've just been marked," he said lowly, just enough for the two to hear. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second before the mysterious blond finally released Fran's chin, and he ran off, snickering out the double doors.
From behind the corner a male and a female came dashing down the hallway after him. One was an older male with long, silver hair. The other was a sweet-looking girl, possibly around his age.
"VOII! Belphegor! Get your ass back here, you rotten kid!" the male demanded. "Don't make me call that mother of yours!"
"I don't think I will, stupid shark! And go ahead, you can all kiss my ass!" was the response by the one known as 'Belphegor', followed by another "Ushishishi" laugh. He stuck his tongue over his shoulder at them childishly, darting across the garden area.
"Dammit," 'Stupid shark' muttered with a groan. He ran out of the doors after the mischievous blonde. Belphegor took a sharp turn around the fountain, before disappearing from Fran's sight.
So, his antagonists' name was Belphegor then, huh? At least Fran could now add a name to a face.
The girl beside him wore an obviously worried expression plain as day on her face, looking off where Belphegor had been moments ago. Finally, she noticed Fran's movement and blinked, turning her head towards him. "Oh! Sorry, I was staring off into space again," she smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. "I-I'm Chrome, Chrome Dokuro."
Fran just stared blankly at her, not saying anything at all. Something about her seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place his finger on it. Their was also something else gnawing away at his conscious.
This girl... she was wearing a different uniform than his.
While she wore a lavender undershirt under her amethyst vest Fran's was white with a black one. She wore a pure white jacket with her uniform while Fran wore none. While he wore black, doll-like shorts with pockets that stopped just above his knees (kind of like knickerbockers. Pfft. 'knickerbockers'...) she had on a white skirt with a purple butterfly design on the left side of it. In every way her outfit was completely contradicted to his.
She was a Vongolian student. He had to be weary.
"U-Um, s-so what's your name?" she asked, stuttering when she talked. She managed a gentle, shy smile directed towards him. Fran's eyes just narrowed. This girl was his enemy. No matter how harmless she seemed he wasn't buying it.
He finally decided to graze her with an answer.
"Fran," he droned, glancing away in disinterest.
Chrome looked slightly hurt by his lack of interest in her, but managed to say, "Oh, n-nice to meet you."
A small, awkward silence passed between them. Chrome shifted around on her feet uncomfortably, but stared at Fran in the corner of her lavender eyes. But it wasn't so much Fran she was staring at, it was the hat on his head that seemed to be staring back at her.
Fran raised a brow. "What?" he asked.
She blinked and looked quickly away from the frog hat, playing with her thumbs to distract herself. "W-well, it's just that, um..." she hesitated. "N-never mind! It's nothing to worry about, really."
Fran was suspicious, but decided not to press further. He continued to keep a silent watch of her in the corner of his eyes until 'Shark' came back.
He barely made it through the doors, panting loudly from his run. Chrome jumped to help him, offering to get him a glass of water and help him walk.
"W-what happened?" she asked, concerned.
'Shark' growled, muttering things under his breath neither Fran or Chrome could comprehend. "Damned brat gave me the slip," he finally said through his grumbles.
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Squalo! It's all my fault. If I hadn't asked him to be a part of the council..." her voice trailed, but Squalo just sighed heavily and shook his head, waving a hand of dismissal in the air.
"Don't worry about it, Chrome. Now as for you-" Squalo's silver eyes turned towards Fran, then up to the hat. Was it really that distracting? Fran could already tell it was going to cause problems. "- You do realize hat's are against school policy, right?"
"Of course," Fran replied non-nonchalantly. "I did read the entire school hand-book before I arrived here, after all. I would take it off it I could, but I can't. I 'm not allowed to," Fran replied vaguely, his gaze tearing from their eyes to stare at the black and white checkered floor, lost in thought.
Squalo and Chrome stared a worried glance at each other, before shooting Fran their most dazzling, fake smiles they could conjure up. Chrome nodded quickly, and said, "Sure! We understand, right Mr. Squalo? You can make an exception, can't you?" Chrome asked, pouting a bit at Squalo to influence him.
Squalo sighed and pulled out a pen and a piece of paper from his pocket. Scribbling down a small note, he handed it to Fran. "I'll have to take it up with the boss, but I'm sure he won't mind. Just don't keep any weapons in the hat that are against the school rules. The last thing we need is another kid bringing a bomb," Squalo groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That really was a huge mess."
Squalo started to walk off ahead of them. Chrome made her way next to Fran, pointing to the note. "You'll be fine as long as you have that. Just show it to a teacher if they start to ask questions. Although... I-I know it's none of my business, but things would probably be a lot easier if you kept it off." Fran didn't quite understand what she was implying, but by the look in her eyes he had a feeling she was talking about something more than just the stupid hat getting in the way.
"I'll be fine," Fran replied confidently.
Chrome managed a small nod. She glanced around a bit, before murmuring quietly, just enough for the two to hear, "O-okay. But, please, just be careful." Her voice quivered a bit, and she still managed a shaky smile.
Fran cocked his head to the side but managed to nod once before Chrome and Fran caught up to Squalo and they escorted him to class without another word. As he trailed a little behind him Fran's shiny black doll-like heels clicked across the tile floor, trying to lift up the frog hat every now and then to keep the heavy thing balanced. Every so often Chrome and Squalo shared nervous glances, but Fran didn't seem to notice as the boy was lost in his thoughts.
Fran couldn't forget those alluring blue eyes he had seen before, along with the blonde's words. Unanswered questions couldn't help but swim through his head.
What did Belphegor mean Fran was marked? Why was he targeted of all people? Why did everyone seem to fearful towards the blonde? Was Belphegor serious? Or was this all some joke to pick on the new kid? Why could he feel his bottled emotions start to overflow around him? And the greatest question of all... when would he see him again?
All Fran did know was that he would have to remember the name "Belphegor". After all, he was his new bully at school. Mukuro would get a kick out of that. It's not every day you get to tell your butler you have a new 'hater' on your first day of school.
This was going to be an interesting year.
Back to the Present
Belphegor's lips pressed to Fran's again, rough and wanting. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. Fran started to thrash against him, his arms and legs moving around under him wildly.
Fran hated this feeling. He was trapped. Submissive. He couldn't play the victim. He had to break free.
"Stop it!" Fran screamed on the top of his lungs.
The blond blinked at the sudden shriek. Fran took his opportunity at the look of surprise on his face and rolled out from under Belphegor, pulling himself back onto his feet. His heart was still racing, dirt on the back of his uniform.
Fran turned to Belphegor, shooting him a glare. "You don't own me, you never will. Try all you like, but you're just wasting you time," he stated firmly. Fran picked up his school bag quickly, sharing one last glance at the blonde before muttering, "Good-bye."
Before the blonde could do anything about it, Fran ran off quickly through the forest, disappearing within the deep white mist.
Belphegor stared after him, a frown on his face. He stood there momentarily, thinking about what his uncute kouhai had said to him. He signed heavily, moving his hand down to the ground. He picked up the light green scarf in his hands and pressed it to his nose, inhaling Fran's intoxicating scent. He sighed contently. Soft and sweet; just like his lips.
In the corner of his eye, he noticed a large green frog. Belphegor's frown deepend.
He forgot his hat. he thought briefly before chuckling lightly to himself, his voice echoing through the forest once more. If Fran really thought he was going to give up so easily on him, he was highlymistaken. Belphegor always got what he wanted, always. This time would be no different. He would do everything in his power to make Fran truly be his.
"I swear, the next time we cross paths, my uncute kouhai, I will make you fall so damn hard for me that it's gonna hurt. I will make you mine," he vowed with a snicker, "Ushishishi~"
And a couple minutes later, the Prince could be seen exiting the thick, green forest. A wicked grin was plastered on his face, and a light green scarf in the palm of his hand as it flowed in the wind. He also had a hat - a frog hat - held firmly in his hand, hidden eyes filled with nothing but utmost determination.
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To be continued. . .