Heyyy, A new fanfic Idea. *sigh* I was feeling depressed while thinking of this so meh. I mostly wrote it at school while feeling like shit.
~oOo~
Glancing around his poorly lit room, Fran sighed. Once again, he awoke to a trashed room. Prince the Ripper had struck again.
"Not again, Moron Senpai," Fran rubbed his eyes sleepily. A post-it-note fell from his forehead, landing soundlessly on his bed. Blinking a few times, Fran picked up the yellow piece of paper.
'Got bored – Prince Belphegor'
It read in perfect cursive. "Fake Prince Belphegor, more like," Fran corrected aloud, scrunching the paper before throwing it into the bin beside his study desk. Fran sighed, looking about his now messy room, Papers were swept onto the floor, scattered. His wardrobe was open and his clothes were thrown about, some hanging off the tall piece of furniture. A few knives were sticking out of the frog hood that had fallen off as he slept and the window was open, the curtains shredded and blowing feely bout the room. Well this sucks.
Fran walked down to the kitchen, Okay, so far, so good. He hadn't run into the psycho fake-prince all morning. Or was that a bad thing? Who cares; right now Fran was in a really shit mood; although, on the outside, he looked totally fine.
The wonderful smell of pancakes, biscuits, cake and other various sweets greeted Fran as he walked into the room. Lussuria hadn't slept well that night so he devoted his time in the kitchen, baking since the crack of dawn. Oh how great it was to have Luss around. Sometimes.
Taking his seat at the counter, he checked his phone visibly frowning at the flood of death threats from the one sender; Take a guess at who it was.
Lussuria pranced over to Fran, "Here, Hun," Lussuria smiled nervously, placing a plate full of sugary goodness in front of the illusionist. "Is something the matter?" The Gaylord asked quietly. It was probably the first time anyone had seen any sort of emotion out of the boy; well, since he was eight, at least.
"No, I'm fine, just tired," Fran responded lately, avoiding the Varia's mama's concerned gaze. Lussuria's uneasy smile faded.
"You know you can always come talk to me about anything, I am the mama around here,"
Fran stood abruptly from his seat, "You're not my mother," The young assassin growled in monotone, picking up a fork to use as a weapon.
Bel sauntered into the room, sitting next to Fran, a giant smirk plastered across his face. "Shishishi," Bel chuckled, helping himself to Fran's breakfast.
Fran broke his glare with the Gaylord and growled something incoherent, storming out of the room. He bumped into Squalo on the way out, almost knocking the swordsman onto his ass.
Bel continued to shovel pancakes down his throat, "Geez, what got into him?" he asked, almost choking when he found it hard to swallow too much at once.
Lussuria sighed sadly, "I guess he's just having a bad day," He sighed, placing a gloved hand on his cheek, "You wouldn't have anything to do with that, Would you Bel-chan?"
This time Bel did choke, "The Prince didn't do anything," he defended, also trying to cough up a bit of pancake he accidently inhaled. His covered gaze was bet buy another, "I swear! Don't look at the Prince like that".
Luss gave up, moving the plate away from Bel, placed more pancakes on it and shoved it into the Prince's un-expecting hands, "Go give Fran his meal, I'm sure he'd appreciate that".
Bel growled lowly "Why should the Prince do something for that toad? And why should the Prince listen to a peasant?"
"Because I'm the mother around here and I do YOUR washing," Luss argued, fastening his glare at the self-proclaimed Prince.
Bel snorted arrogantly and moved off his seat; He hated doing peasantry work, especially for that un-cute Frog. Walking up the hallway to Fran's room, Bel ate bits and pieces of food from the plate. That Frog better be bloody grateful for this. Bel thought as he neared the Kouhai's door.
The Prince knocked solidly three times, "Toad," He knocked another three times, "Toad," And again, "Toad".
(AN/ Anyone who watches the Big Bang Theory should get this)
No answer.
"Che, stupid ungratefu-"
The door opened slightly, revealing a slightly flustered teen, "You called?"
Bel glanced down at the teen, who was walking back into his room, "The Gaylord wanted the Prince to give you this," Bel announced, oblivious to the fact he was being ignored.
Fran sat back down on his bed, in a mad scurry to pick up a dozen slips of something and shoved them in a box then placed the box under a blanket.
"Frog, What are you hiding?" Bel asked, letting himself into the still messy but slightly tidier room. He grinned to himself; He did a damn good job last night.
Fran looked back up at his Senpai, who was standing next to him expectantly, still holding his breakfast. Fran had totally ignored what Bel came here for and mentally smacked himself when he saw the plate of sweets in Bel's hands.
"Well,"
"…Nothing," Fran answered, making sure his voice was steady. He couldn't let the prince find out anything.
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Bel sat down on the double bed, next to the uneasy jade haired male. "That's what people say when they pretend everything's alright". The blonde placed the plate on Fran's lap, reaching for the box the teen failed to hide.
"Senpai, it's wrong to go through people's stuff, and no, it's not alright even if you are a 'Prince'" Fran stated, fingering the pancake on his plate.
"Ah, so the toad finally admits the Prince is a prince?" Bel smirked holding the box firmly.
"No, just beating you to the punch line," Fran spoke quietly. In truth, Fran wanted to believe Bel was a prince; only, Every time Fran went to admit it, Bel did something stupid to convince him otherwise. It's like Bel wants Fran to insult him.
"So," The blonde shook the box lightly, "What's the Frog hiding?"
"…"
"Froggy?"
"You shouldn't go through my stuff," Fran announced, though not bothered to try and get the box back. That seemed to be what Belphegor was aiming for, right? Making Fran beg him into not opening the box, Making Fran suffer to be put lightly. Fran could tell full well at what Bel what scheming and he wasn't having any of it.
Bel pouted, placing the box up to his ear, listing to the sounds it made as he shook it again lightly.
"Whatever, Senpai; you'll never open it anyway, It's an illusionists box, you need mist flames to open it," Fran flashed Bel a glimpse of his Hell ring, hoping to discourage the older male.
Belphegor sighed, placing the box onto the illusionists desk and came back to sit with the frog on his bed. "Y'know, you should eat something," Bel encouraged, breaking off a bit of pancake and trying to force it through Fran's gritted teeth.
"Not hungry," Fran replied simply, turning his head away.
Bel tried again to shove the food into he latter's mouth, failing yet again. "Why? You're always going on about how important breakfast is," Bel retorted, getting frustrated with his un-cute frog.
Fran stood up, "Just go away, stop treating me like a child, I outgrew my parents so I sure as hell don't need you around," The boy turned around, walking in the direction of the ensuite, picking up his towel and a change of clothes. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to take a shower, and if you're still here when I'm done; I'll have to kill you."
Bel stared in disbelief; Fran really was having a bad day. The blonde looked around the room for a bit, he noticed a calendar lying on the floor, he must've knocked that down last night. It had a red cross on today's square. Bel picked up the calendar and re-adjusted it to the wall where it was before. He brushed his fingers over it lightly. "What are you up to, Frog?"
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Fran walked out of the bathroom, sighing lightly in content when he noticed the self proclaimed prince actually listened to him and left. He had half expected the prince to wait for him, to annoy him more than anything. Because as Belphegor stated before; Prince's don't wait for anybody.
Dabbing the towel over the ends of his sea-foam green hair, Fran walked over to the window, letting the crisp Autumn air circulate around the warm stuffy room.
"I'm sorry…" the illusionist whispered out into the open, the wonderful smell of pancakes still lingered.
"Froggy…You done yet?" came a voice from behind the door, Belphegor, oddly enough, waited for a reply; surprising Fran with this action.
"Froggy…..are you there?"
Fran hung up his damp towel to dry on a rack near his bathroom, "What is it now, Senpai?"
Bel cracked the door open, his wide grin ever present, practically smeared across his otherwise gorgeous face. "The Prince is bored…" Bel began, earning an audible sigh from his Kouhai.
"Do you have anyone else to annoy or do you look for any reason to hang around me?" Fran glanced at the clock on his bedside table. Belphegor pouted, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Is Froggy going somewhere?" Fran glared at Bel, "Can the Prince come?"
Fran shook his head lightly, picking up his wallet and keys. "No, Senpai. I don't have time to babysit you and your desperate cries for attention.
Belphegor's pout deepened, "But Froggy~ The Prince will be good…" he argued, tugging on Fran's hoodie.
Fran decided it was probably best to just ignore the 'Prince' after all, he was not feeling the best today and he really didn't want to put up with anyone's problems. Especially not the egotistical fake-prince.
There will be a second chapter when I'm bothered to write it… Any ideas?
Please review… I am also in the middle of writing two more fanfics and sorry about not updating Loosing a bet.
-Cate.
