This is my first ever fanfic, so I just uploaded it to see if anyone would actually read. I'll add more chapters if I get a few reviews.

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Inside the Varia Headquarters..

Walking down the hallway, Fran let out a quiet sigh. Again, the stupid prince had stabbed him with some of his knives, and again, the only treatment he got for it was pulling it out of his skin. It hurt like Hell, but it wasn't like he was going to admit to the fact that the prince had actually harmed him.

Rubbing at the arm that had gotten stabbed, he winced. It was hurting, a lot more than he had thought it would. Biting down on his lower lip, Fran walked toward his bedroom door and let his hand fall away from the still bleeding arm. He turned the handle to the door slowly, feeling as if he shouldn't even be going in there.

And he knew why as soon as the door was open. Belphegor, the stupid fake prince, was sitting on his bed, his palms pressed against the mattress. He was waving his feet and laughing that creppy laugh like always.

"Shishishi..~" Wincing at the familiar laugh, Fran leaned against the wall that was closest to the opened door.

"What do you want, you stupid fake prince?" His words came out almost playful, as he had intended. Any sign of pain in his voice would have just let the prince know that he could get to him. The blood dripping down the sleeve of his jumper went unnoticed, at least to people who were looking at him. In his head he was wincing every time the cloth scraped against the knife wound.

"Leave out fake." Standing, Belphegor slowly walked over to Fran, and it was obvious he was looking down at the injured arm, even though his eyes were completely covered from view. The normal grin was on his lips, even though it looked strained. Belphegor's right arm moved out and his fingers wrapped around the area just below the area that had been cut. Blood covered the palm of his hand, but he didn't seem to notice it at all.

The grin faded, replaced by a frown when Fran let out a quiet hissing noise. It hurt when he had grabbed him, more so because he hadn't been expecting it at all.

"Shishishi." Laughing, Belphegor let go of Fran's arm and moved away from him, walking towards the door. "Such a stupid frog prince you are, letting another prince, such as myself, actually injure you."

Turning away towards the door, Belphegor laughed again, adjusting the crown on top of his head. "Next time, don't let me actually hit you." And with those words, the door slammed behind him, leaving Fran alone in the large room.

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Fran blinked, confused of the actions that had happened moments ago. What was that for..? Shaking his head, Fran wandered over to the bed and rubbed at his injured arm again. He refused to be conisdered weak, even if it was by just a member of the Varia. He was the noobie, and so of course the others had picked on him and abused him, making Fran clean up around the headquarters, because of the lack of a maid who would deal with any of them.

And Belphegor. He was the one who hurt Fran the most. Not only by stabbing him countless times, but because of the way he treated Fran. Always calling him "Froggy" even though it was him who had forced Fran to wear the stupid hat.

Clenching the fist of his injured arm at his side, Fran reached up with his other hand, knocking the large frog hat onto the ground. He didn't want it on his head any longer. Even if Belphegor was to come and stab him to death, he refused to let that make him put the hat back on his head.

Sitting down on the large bed, Fran ripped the sleeve of his jumper off. It had already gotten torn, so a missing sleeve wasn't that bad. He would just wear a different one. Looking down at the arm, he winced. The area around the wound was turning blue. The fake prince ruined my arm!

Standing again, Fran walked over to the bedroom door and opened it, intending to call a doctor to come look at the injury and then yell at Belphegor.

Waiting in front of the door was that damned fake prince, his arms crossed over his chest, and laughing. "Shishishi. Looks like you ripped up your clothes. Why did you do that, Froggy?" Then his eyes traveled down toward the knife hole. The grin widened, and he laughed again. "Stupid stupid Froggy. Allowing your arm to get injured that badly. You should have known better and dodged."

Frowning, Fran just stared towards Belphegor. Why was he outside my door..?

"I should have dodged? It's hard to dodge a knife when it's thrown at you from close range. Maybe you just shouldn't throw them." His words were laced with sarcasim, and his voice trembled, but he ignored it. Instead, he glared towards Belphegor.

Belphegor, uneffected by the glare, walked up towards Fran and grabbed onto his arm again. Holding it up, he laughed quietly and pressed his lips against the wound. "Shi shi shi~. Look at the poor frog prince.."

Turning down the hallway, Belphegor walked away from Fran and down another hall, laughing while the "frog prince" just merely stared ahead, stunned by what Bel had just done.