I don't really know why I'm posting this, but… I came up with this idea when talking to my best friend on msn… And he was like, 'YOU GOTTA WRITE IT DOWN!'. So… I guess I'll give it a try…

I've been obsessed with B26 (BelxFran) since I cosplayed Fran almost 2 years ago… (ALMOST 2 YEARS ALREADY… D:) But… This is my first fic EVER… And English is not my mother tongue. So… Your brain may explode while reading this. You've been warned! Don't sue me if you die! D8

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! because if I did, Fran would show up randomly in almost every single chapter.

Summary: Belphegor is a pretty famous singer, also known as 'Prince the Ripper'. Fran is just an ordinary guy who has just moved into a new town. What will happen when they meet…?

Warning: I just warned you seconds ago. ;_;

S-so… Here we go…! Yaay… *hides*

Bloody Prince

We had just moved to this village today, and trust me, unpacking was boring. And there were still lots of boxes left! I just glared at them, like if that would hurt them or something, or even make them disappear. I quickly stood up and headed towards the door. I was going out for a while. I really, really needed some fresh air. So I went downstairs. To be honest, I didn't really like our new house… But of course, I wouldn't tell Dad the truth, as he was all excited about the move.

Well, I wasn't. I mean, we had already moved… Six times in the last three years… And I had a hard time the first time we did it. I mean, just put yourself in my shoes, I never got to see my aunt again, nor my best friend, M.M. And I guess no one likes having to say goodbye to the ones you love… I remember crying every single night. I cried because I missed those chocolate cookies my aunt would bake for me. I cried because I missed M.M. a lot –she could be a bit… well, really bitchy sometimes, but she was someone you could always rely on.

Something like that happened the second time we moved. I suffered again when we left. I didn't want to lose Ken and Chikusa, but I did, just like I had lost M.M.. At that time, I made up my mind. I wouldn't try to make new friends anymore. I'd just start to avoid everyone because I didn't want to get attached to anyone ever again. Why would I want to do so, when it was obvious we would end up moving any time soon?

Besides… Dad used to be worried sick about me when he saw me crying –not only freaking worried, he wouldn't leave me alone in case I got all depressed, and it was… awkward… That's why I also started to… Bottle up my feelings. Yup. Now most people think I am just a weird kid who has no emotions at all. But I don't really care about what they say, so…

Dad was in the living room, lying in a careless sprawl on the sofa. Looks like he was also fed up with unpacking stuff… He was watching TV, one of those ridiculous soap operas old women adore. Why did my father like them? I don't really know, but he became kind of addicted to them after he and Mom got divorced.

"Dad?" I said, in a monotone voice "I'm going out for a while, I won't be late."

"Okay, Frannie. Just be careful" he answered, his eyes still glued on the screen.

Frannie… I'm not a kid anymore Dad, I'm almost 17, for God's sake! I wish he stopped using that stupid nickname… It sounds… girly… When I was about to open the door, I noticed Dad had hung a mirror on the wall. I got a look of my own reflection before going outside. So ugly. I had a pair of weird marks right under my eyes, I was freaking pale and kinda skinny, a bit short for my age and my hair was green. I absolutely hate green. Why, you ask? Because frogs are green, and I find them a bit disgusting.

But even though I despise frogs… I was wearing a T-shirt with some frogs printed on it. Yeah, Dad got me this T-shirt for my 16th birthday so I was forced to wear it from time to time, whether I liked it or not. You know… I've never had a girlfriend, and I'm sure now you know why… Girls do not like ugly guys like me.

I sighed and headed outside. It was 4 o'clock, and that meant that I had almost five hours to get to know the village. First of all… I needed to know where Namimori High, my new school, was. And that meant… I'd have to ask random people how to get there, as otherwise I'd probably get lost. If I got lost, I'd get home late. If I got home late, Dad would be mad… If Dad was mad… He would send me to bed without dinner –he treats me like a 5-year-old kid, I'm telling you– and it's impossible for me to fall asleep with an empty stomach.

I started walking slowly –I had enough time, so there was no need to rush– trying to find someone that could tell me where the school was. Talking about school... What would my teachers be like…? I just hoped that my new P.E. teacher wasn't as strict as Lal Mirch, my former one, was.

Seriously, I was sure that tomboy wanted to kill us all! I remember this one day when she told us to run for two straight hours… Two hours! I couldn't run for so long and they even took me to the infirmary… I'm such a weakling… Maybe someone can run for so long… But I am NOT that someone! I swear I'd prefer someone to constantly stab me with knives than having to run for two damn hours… Two dam–

Ouch.

I bumped into something. If I didn't space out so easily this wouldn't happen so often… I rubbed my nose softly and then I looked up to find out that I hadn't bumped into something, but into someone. I had bumped into a freaking walking pineapple. Not literally, of course.

The guy in front of me had this weird bluish pineapple-like hair… But what really got my attention were his eyes. His left one was blue, but his right one was red. Why would he use a red contact? Creepy. He had this stupid smile in his face, and he was looking at me as if waiting for me to speak up. And so I did.

"Hey, Mr. Pineapple. Would you please quit staring at me? You are creeping me out."

He chuckled softly.

"Kufufu… 'Pineapple', you say?" Creepy laugh (I think I like the word 'creepy' a lot). I knew he was weirdo! "So you've just bumped into someone you don't even know, and you insult me instead of saying you're sorry? Not very polite, huh?"

Well, he had a point there. I would apologize and then ask him to tell me where the school was; he should know how to get there, as it was the only high school in the village… It's the perfect plan! I sighed and rubbed my nose one more time.

"I'm sorry, Mr. I spaced out and didn't notice you were there until I collided with you" I looked at him, a blank expression on my face.

"Don't worry, little one."

Wait a sec. 'Little one'? Another stupid nickname? My bad, I hated 'Frannie' with a passion, but I even liked it better than… 'LITTLE ONE'…

"I'd prefer that you would call me Fran instead, if you don't mind, Mr. Pineapple."

A vein popped up on Pineapple's face. Oops. Did I make him mad? Well, I'm sorry. What should I call him when I don't even know his name? Mhmm… Okay, maybe "Pineapple" is not the best way to call someone you've just met… But that's the way I am, I guess…

"Mukuro. Mukuro Rokudo. I'm a teacher at Namimori High. As you are obviously a transfer student, I guess you'll be going there soon, right?"

What…? How can you be so retarded, Fran? Your first day in your new village, and you have just insulted one of your future teachers. Fan-fucking-tastic.

About half an hour later, Mukuro and I got to Namimori High. Yeah, he offered himself to show me the way. I didn't know why though. I mean, I'd insulted him but he was helping me anyway, so I guessed he was one of those "oh-I'm-such-a-nice-guy-love-me-students" teacher.

He was telling me lots of things about the school, although I wasn't really interested, you know. I mean… If he was telling me about what I should do to make the teachers love me and pass all my exams without studying anything, I'd listen… But this… 'This school has the greatest facilities, blah, blah…' I yawned and kept on nodding from time to time.

"And then… There's Varia. Ever heard about them?" he asked, always with that stupid smile in his face. This time it looked a bit… forced though.

Varia? No idea about what that was, to be honest. Bet it was a sect or something! I think it was obvious I knew nothing about that 'Varia' thing, because Mukuro let out that weird laugh of his one more time and stopped walking. Then he turned around and looked at me again, probably ready to tell me everything about it.

"They are a pretty well-known band here. They have been playing together for about two years now and I think no one at school dislikes them, you know? Well, no one but me" he said, chuckling again. Seriously, he was a bit too creepy to be a teacher.

"So? What about them?" I didn't think that was interesting either. I mean, it's just a school band…

"If I were you, I wouldn't get involved with those guys. But of course, I'm not you, little one. So you can do as you please. Kufufu…"

Why would I want to get involved with a bunch of guys who probably think they are better than everyone else? Anyway, bet those Varia guys weren't as creepy as Mukuro was.

We just walked around the school for a while, and Mukuro showed me all over the place. We would go inside the classrooms I'd have to go to the next day, and to be honest I really liked my new school. It was… I don't know. It gave me some kind of warm feeling, like if I could really feel comfortable in there. Then again, the school was almost empty. We barely found any student, and when we did, they'd look at Mukuro nervously, say 'Hi' and walk away… But there was no one shouting in the corridors, no one bullying weak ones (I was one of those idiots who bullies used to pick on easily, but I'd always been able to get rid of them easily, of course)… Tomorrow wouldn't be the same, I guess.

Suddenly, Mukuro's face lit up, and smiled even more.

"Follow me, little one" he said softly "I'll show you my favorite place."

I still found a bit funny that he was showing me around and stuff, probably because I was used to strict, boring and annoying teachers. He took me through a narrow corridor that led to a huge music room. Have I ever mentioned I adore playing the piano? I've been playing it for more than six years, but I'm not really good at it.

He started approaching the grand piano –I wish I had one of those!– in the room, and he was about to sit down when I interrupted him.

"Mukuro? You are a music teacher?" I asked, a bit curious this time, although my monotone voice wouldn't show any sing of curiosity.

"Kufufu… I am, little one. A piano teacher, in fact. Why?"

"I play the piano too. But I kinda suck. I wouldn't have expected that Mr. Pinea- that you would play the piano." Almost insulted him again, but God, he really looks like a pineapple!

He laughed again before taking a seat and he started playing slowly. It was amazing. He was playing like if it was the easiest thing in the world. He was pretty good! I'd have to start… respecting… him a bit more, I think…

Mukuro had closed his eyes, and he was playing a really nice song. He had probably composed it, as I couldn't recognize it. But suddenly… Some beautiful voice came from a room nearby the one we were in.

O-okay… I was all curious again. So I left the room without Mukuro noticing, and headed to the next classroom. I leaned against the door, trying to listen to the song that was coming from inside. Mhmm… Sure the voice was beautiful. The bass, drummer and pianist were really good too. But the lyrics… Just some retarded, egocentric and sadist idiot could be singing that. 'Bloody Bell I am the best', 'Bloody Bell the prince's magnificence'… What the hell is that…?

I opened the door. I REALLY wanted to see who this guy was… Well, more like I really wanted to ask him what the hell was wrong with him.

And I saw… A… Gaylord playing the drums… A long-haired man playing the bass… A man with this 'I'm-so-going-to-kill-you' look in his face was playing the guitar… Someone wearing a hooded jacket was playing the keyboard. And finally… The singer.

He was a blond guy, probably about my age. His bangs were covering most of his face, and the only thing I could see was his Cheshire-like grin. He was also wearing a tiara on his hair… Gay.

"Bloody hell, bloody heaven, bloody Bel…"

The song ended, and the sadist "prince" started staring at me, still grinning. Well, maybe he wasn't looking at me, I didn't know, but he –and probably the rest of the band too…– was definitely looking my way.

"Ushishishi… Why is a Froggy peeping on the Prince…?"

I was completely wrong. There was someone creepier than Mukuro. And that someone had just called me… Froggy…

… *is ready to be stabbed by a thousand knives*…

Uhmm… Was it… At least acceptable…? ;_;

I guess I'll continue if I get any review… Lalalala *being stabbed*

Lala- *dies*