Main character: Belphegor.
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Location: Varia mansion.
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Mission: To fix the damn hole in his jacket that came from hell itself.
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Disclaimer: I do not own khr in any way, shape or form.
Belphegor is NOT a seamstress.
"Senpai."
"Senpai."
"Bel senpai..."
"Sen-" "What?! Why do you bother the prince so?"
"It just looks to me like you aren't doing it right... Senpai."
"Shishi, shut up toad! You can't even fix your little froggy hat so be quiet before I make you, shi."
"That's mean. You're the one who made all those holes in the first pl- SENPAI!"
Bang. Thwack. Plunk.
"THE PRINCE SAID TO SHUT UP!"
"Ow."
Fran sighed as his fingers wrapped around the thick metal knives penetrating his thick frog hat. That served somewhat of a purpose. At least it it protected him from being impaled in the head by his insane knife throwing senpai.
He yanked it out and prepared to bend the stupid things beyond use if it weren't for the look Bel senpai gave him. Or rather could have, the fringe of bangs covering his eyes kept anyone from seeing most of his face. Fran bet he could probably do things better if they weren't hanging in his face.
Like now. He was trying his hand at sewing. You see, earlier on he had been frolicking around the woods, doing his usual routine. Killing unsuspecting victims just for the sake of seeing the crimson blood spattered among the dense forest floor. The thrill of it all.
Just the coppery scent felt exhilarating and he knew he had to have more. Their chilling screams only intensified his bloodlust causing most of them to die, others critically injured. All in all it had been a wonderful day and he came home covered head to toe in the slimy red mess.
Lussuria had taken one look at the bloody prince and clucked his tongue like a disapproving mother. "Bel~ You must learn to wash up immediately after killing the masses. Or it will soak into your clothes and never get out~" Bel "tch'ed" and headed upstairs for once obeying Luss without a usual princely remark. Peasants should learn to stay in their place though. Or bad things might happen. He snickered.
After a nice relaxing shower fit for royalty while his clothes washed and dried, he dressed into his casual clothes. A usual dark striped long sleeved shirt and black jeans. Shaking his head like a dog to get rid of all the dampness after he brushed it was essential. Gave off that brutish prince look.
Taking one look in the mirror and placing his tiara on his head with an overly excessive grin he swung open the door and pranced into the hall, marching gayly {Happily you noobs.} down the steps. Nothing could spoil this moment of accomplishment.
Murdering the human population always put a skip in his step, a larger smile to his face and more pride than ever in Bel. Strangely enough.
Prancing to the laundry room he flipped the dryer door open and proceeded to fish out his now dry and sparkling uniform. His smile died when he grasped the fabric of his jacket though. His fingers when straight through a large rip in the side.
That wouldn't do at all, a prince's clothes had to look perfect. He tapped his chin for a moment of deep thought. Lussuria was handy with a needle and thread, but the gaylord was afterall like the woman of the house. Luss cooked, cleaned, sewed and looked after the other members even became like a personal nurse.
If anyone could fix it, the gay peasant could. With that assurance in mind Bel exited the cluttered room with his clothes slung casually over his shoulders. Not bothering to close the dryer door, the bulb in there could burn out for all he cared.
"Gay peasant?" Bel poked his head in and out of rooms, searching Varia's large mansion for the usually easy to find housekeeper.
After maybe twenty minutes of searching Bel was becoming frustrated. Lussuria was nowhere around here. This pissed him off. He could be relaxing in his room but instead he was busy hunting down a... Well... Pedophile? Lussuria was many, many things. Some of them not to be mentioned concerning the sane and somewhat innocent minds of readers. This was rated T for a reason.
"WHERE IS LUSSURIA?" Bel finally screamed so loud it caused Levi to storm out of his room and begin having a bitch fit. Bel was apparently disturbing his 'beauty sleep' although it obviously did no good. He grinned devilishly. "Ushishishi, where is the gaylord?" The prince expected an answer. Levi however didn't look like he was about to answer he was so busy fuming and ranting about nonsensical things all of which Bel was ignoring.
All the commotion brought Squalo crashing out of his room in his shark footy pajamas. It was a Saturday so technically they had nothing to do other than sleep in, train or watch Bel kill oodles of innocent lives. Obviously sleeping was much more fun.
Squalo didn't seem to notice his undignified apparel as he unsheathed his sword waving it around like a madman. "VOOOIIIII WHAT'RE YOU BRATS SCREAMING ABOUT? SHUT IT BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASSES." Instead of feeling the least bit threatened Bel fell to the ground shaking in uncontrollable laughter. He rolled on the plush carpet clutching his side and turning red from lack of oxygen.
"I'll kill you." Hissed the captain as he realized he was in his footy pajamas. However he never got the chance when a gunshot rang down the halls, shattering the inner half of the wall. "Shut it you trash!" Came Xanxus's sleepy yet booming voice down the hall. They were screwed.
So Bel simply asked once more where Lussuria had gone and scowled at the information that he had gone shopping and wouldn't be back for a long time yet. Peeved beyond reason he resolved it was too long for him to wait so he'd just do it himself.
And now here he was with Lussuria's frilly disgustingly pink sewing kit that looked like it was made to appease the female population. Trying to sew the stupid hole shut. How did people put up with this.
Swallowing and wiping his clammy palms onto his jeans, Bel focused on trying once more. His hand trembled as he brought up the pointy metal stick as he called it, although it was normally referred to as a needle. But the prince couldn't be bothered with that, trying to get the confounded thread through this needle was the hardest part. Now matter how accurately he tried, the thread kept narrowly missing the eye of the needle.
Bel finally lost patience. Growling he threw everything at the wall. This made a large thud which resounded around the room. Instead of caring, he sprawled across the floor with a pout, sulking like a little child. Prince the ripper, royalty, could not even do the simplest of sewing. The though infuriated him to no end.
The small tapping sound on the door only tweaked on his nerves more as his kohai's usual monotone voice came from the other side. "Senpai, the banging is getting very annoying. Could you keep it down?" Bel scoffed.
How dare him, a frog, boss the prince around. "No." He snapped back. "Go away you toad!" His warning wasn't heeded however. The door clicked open and Fran cane shuffling into the room. Eyes widening only a fraction at the mess his senpai had created everywhere.
Pink and silver sewing objects were scattered all over the floor along with a variety of different colored threads. Lussuria's now empty kit was laying out on the floor, all the contents splayed every which way.
"Who knew senpai had such girly hobbies." Fran said not missing a beat, his comment was met with a cluster of knives in his hat and a very pissed off Belphegor. The prince hissed and pointed towards the door. "Get out!"
Fran only shook his head. "The stupid long haired captain sent me here to watch over you and make sure you don't make any more loud noises." Bel scoffed at this. "The prince is your elder froggy, the prince doesn't need a babysitter." Fran clicked his tongue.
Ignoring him Bel decided he'd try again. Picking up his jacket and the previously tried sewing supplies he sat cross legged on the floor. Trying to poke it through the hole. It wasn't working, another exasperating sigh escaped his thin lips.
He never noticed Fran had moved close until the frog boy spoke. "What are you trying to do senpai?" Bel nearly jumped at how close Fran's voice was near his ear. "If froggy must know, the prince is trying to fix a tear in his coat, shi." He then turned back with more zeal, trying to poke the infernal string from hell into the socket.
"Maybe it would help if you pinned your bangs out of the way." Fran commented smartly earning a growl of irritation from the latter. "I grew them out for a reason." Bel snapped in response. Sighing in relief as he heard Fran get up and leave the room.
A few minutes later Bel was surprised when he could suddenly see clearly and the thread went cleanly through the eye of the needle. "Take that ushishi, there is clearly nothing the prince cannot overcome." He smirked triumphantly but it faded when he realized he couldn't feel the familiar brushing of bangs on his face.
"Senpai sure has interesting eyes." A monotone voice came from nowhere. Bel's eyes widened as he realized his eyes could be seen. But how? Cautiously he reached up to his head realizing his long blonde bangs had been pinned back. Growling he wrenched them off, it stung a bit, but he'd never let anyone know. Worst of all, they were My Little Pony clips. Ones with purple unicorns on them.
Bel screamed and threw them against the wall in disgust. "Where did you even get those?!" He exclaimed pointing one royal finger at Fran who in turn shrugged emotionlessly. "I snuck into the stupid captain's room and took them." Belphegor gave him a funny look and he simply shrugged.
Shaking his head he turned back to work and began making sloppy and distorted stitches into the jacket. But it just didn't look right. Not in the least, so he pulled them all out and started over again. The next ones only looked worse. So he tried again and again repeatedly. Constantly stabbing the poor fabric, unable to understand why they weren't coming out straight and tiny.
"Senpai."
"Senpai."
"Bel senpai..."
"Sen-" "What?! Why do you bother the prince so?"
"It just looks to me like you aren't doing it right... Senpai."
"Shishi, shut up toad! You can't even fix your little froggy hat so be quiet before I make you, shi."
"That's mean. You're the one who made all those holes in the first pl- SENPAI!"
Bang. Thwack. Plunk.
"THE PRINCE SAID TO SHUT UP!"
"Ow."
Fran sighed as his fingers wrapped around the thick metal knives penetrating his thick frog hat. That served somewhat of a purpose. At least it it protected him from being impaled in the head by his insane knife throwing senpai.
He yanked it out and prepared to bend the stupid things beyond use if it weren't for the look Bel senpai gave him. Or rather could have, the fringe of bangs covering his eyes kept anyone from seeing most of his face. Fran bet he could probably do things better if they weren't hanging in his face.
"Jeez. And you call yourself a genius." He sniffed.
Stab.
"Urk." Fran coughed a bit, pulling the knife from his stomach and twisting that one up as well before letting the useless piece of trash clatter to the floor and join the rest.
"Don't you ever bleed froggy?" Bel cocked his head to the side, momentarily forgetting about the piece of mishmashed clothing he was distorting. Fran did the same, placing his hands behind his back in a casual stance and bending forward. "I'm human too senpai." He sniffed.
Bel rolled his unseen eyes and went back to sewing. Fran inserting criticism here and there, not helping one bit.
It was three hours later and Lussuria was cheerfully putting away the canned food he'd bought. Suddenly many thumping sounds were heard. There was a large crashing noises and a few curses followed.
It wasn't much longer before he heard thumping down the stairs. The door to the kitchen opened and there stood Fran, he seemed to have Bel's entire knife collection in his hat as he held out some unidentifiable ball of cloth and dropped it into Lussuria's hands.
"Bel senpai requests that you fix the tear in his jacket." Fran commented blandly before mysteriously disappearing from the room, meaning walked out the door.
"Oh my~" Lussuria shook his head and pushed up his glasses before carrying the loathsome mess to the sewing room.
"Now if I could only find my sewing kit..."
The moral of the story is, don't let Belphegor touch anything having to do with sewing no matter if he threatens you with one of his original looking knives and tries to decapitate your head.
I'm sure you would prefer to die knowing your sewing things are in order and accounted for.
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