How strange it is that people like this for the yuri I cannot express… but thanks anyway I guess.

Seeing as Chibiko (Phoenix of Starlight) has advertised this story I am compelled to urge you to read her story as well. It's called "A Royal Meeting." I won't make you read it though, I kinda stopped reading at about Ch. 12 or so. I didn't as much read that as I did skim and groan in pain, not necessarily in that order.

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"Anyway… can we finally kiss with us both conscious?" whispered Annabelle.

"No!"

"Hmph! You're no fun at all…" pouted Annabelle, crossing her arms.

"Look ya bimbo. I do NOT want to kiss you," hissed Fran, clenching everything.

"Why not? I'm a princess! That makes you my slave!" Bel widened her eyes and her lip stuck out further, threatening to fall off. She looked just like a kicked puppy.

"That isn't going to change my mind, Annabelle," growled Fran. Bel gasped sharply. "What now?" said Fran, harsher than she had meant to.

"Y- you said my name for the first time! Oh, how I wish this could be under sexier circumstances! With me between your legs and you between mine and me with a…" Bel trailed off into her fantasy drooling, and it took all of Fran's willpower to not bitchslap her. She instead opted for a light cough to snap Bel out of her (rather sexy) lesbian fantasy. "Awww… Oh well. So, what's your name? Just for future reference, don't think for a second that I'm gonna stop calling you Froggy."

"Is it really necessary?" groaned Fran.

"It's only polite. I mean, I introduced myself, right? Now come on~!"

"Alright, alright. My name is Fran." At this point, Fran had given up hope. Her composure had abandoned her long ago.

"Hm… Fran… it rolls off the tongue." Among other things… Bel smiled broadly at the thought.

Meanwhile, Fran was busy blushing at Bel's forwardness. No honorific? Geez, I'm not her waifu! Fran blushed harder and her green face paint made it seem like she had peaches on his face. "…What?" she choked out.

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"You make me so wet…" Bel moaned. Fran broke down on the floor and clutched her face. Nosebleed. "Ushishishi~! You're so dirty Froggy!"

"W—what was that for!" Fran cried, hand over her face. Her voice was muffled.

"Hm? What?"

Fran could only roll her eyes as she groped around for something to stop the bleeding. Where's a tampon when you need one? "You just said that I make you wet!" she answered grabbing at the bed, Fran found a piece of cloth and pressed it to her nose. Upon finding that it was her underwear, she threw it at Annabelle's face, where it was most appreciated.

"I wanted to see Froggy's reaction," she said, plucking the panties from her head. Fran suddenly rose, ignoring her lack of underwear. She knew she wouldn't need it anyhow.

"I'm leaving. I need to see Xena and tell her I'm here," she said venom oozing from her voice.

"'Kay, have fun Froogy!" sang Bel.

"Good bye, Annabelle."

"I told you to address me as princess, senpai, or onee—"

Fran slammed the door shut before letting Bel finish and the blonde sighed on the other side of the door.

"I wonder what she'll say when she finds out she has to work with me. Hmm… I should give her a gift… Ah!" Vibrator in tow, Annabelle opened her door, only to see Fran already turning to the next hall. "Aww… no surprise vibrator today, Fran," Bel giggled as she withdrew into her room.

As Fran walked down the long hallway, a draft made her feel very awkward between her legs. She was too absorbed in her thoughts to care. "Princess, huh?" she spat. "God save the prince who rescues her."

You make me so wet…

Why was her heart beating so quickly? What was the truth behind the sensation between her legs?

Fran began to mindfuck herself. I don't like other girls. But… I used to be a guy and I liked girls. So, it's normal that I like girls now it's just that everyone will think I'm a lesbian, except I'm not because Mukuro turn me into a girl so I'm not a lesbian, I'm straight! I'm straight! Fran stopped in her tracks to lean against the wall and clutch her head, collecting her thoughts. She had given herself a headache. Yeah Fran. You're straight. Straight as a fucking rainbow.

"Aw! It's the tsundere!"

FFFFUUUU—Damn.

Fran lifted her head and was face to crotch with the super-lesbian she had seen earlier. The only difference was that she was now cover with a long, black leather coat, adorned with fur trim. "H—hi… Lussuria…"

"D'awww! You remembered my name!" gushed the super-lesbian, "Moe~3"

"You're scaring me…"

"I know~! I get that a lot!" cheered Lussuria.

"That's not a good thing." Stupid bimbo.

Lussuria's giggles faded and her expression calmed. "Oh, right," she said, "are you looking for the boss?"

"Boss? Oh, Xena, right?"

"Yep."

"Yeah, actually I was. Do you know where he is?"

"But of course~!" Damn, thought Fran, just when I he stopped giggling he starts again! Well, at least he's helping. "He's over here~" called Lussuria.

After many, many, many hallways, the pair stopped at a rather beat-up looking door; it was covered in dents. "Bossu~" called Lussuria, with a trolling expression, "the new Mist Guardian is here~!"

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"Bossu?"

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"BOSSU?"

"WUT?" came the reply, and quite a loud one at that.

"You're here~!" Derp.

"WTF. WHAT DO YOU WANT TRASH?" SAID XENA. (I LIEK CAPS LOCK!)

"It's nice to meet you, Xena," said Fran, offering a low curtsy. Xena was quite the looker. Her slightly curled raven hair fell to her shoulders and her blood red eyes held a certain seductive quality. She wore a white long-sleeved shirt with a loose black tie and a matching black jacket, slung over her shoulders like a cape. That's my boss? Dude, she is HOT!

"Look girly, I don't care what you do, but if you touch my strawberry ice cream you die," stated Xena in a tone as flat as Fran's chest.

"Ah… Okay."

"Bossu~!" Fran whirled around and saw Annabelle walking in, a stack of papers in tow. "I have the reports from my last assignment~ Ohai Froggy~!"

"Just leave them on my desk, princess trash," commanded Xena, not even bothering to look and the blonde.

"Okay~!" sang Bel, happy to be reunited with her Froggy.

"Oh, by the way, new trash," Xena started again, looking up at Fran for the first time. "Annabelle here shall be your partner."

"P—partner?" Fran repeated as she blushed, her mind immediately clouded with dirty thoughts.

"Ushishishishi, I used to work with Mammon, so you and I are going to be working together on our… missions."

"Oh... okay," Fran calmed. I'm obviously spending too much time with these people. I mean really, It's not like this place revolves around rape.

"Ushishi~? Is my little loli getting some dirty thoughts?" giggled Annabelle.

"Y—…Ah, n—no! Of course not! Why would I?" Fran protested clumsily.

"Ushishishishi~ Isn't it obvious?" Annabelle chuckled, placing her hands behind her head and sticking out her ample breasts.

"Hm. Show-off," Fran pouted, folding his arms.

"Shishishi~!"

"KYA! Xena, who's the new toy?" shouted another woman, walking in. She had short silver hair which would lead anyone to mistake her for a man, but her high, squeaky voice made up for that. Xena glared at the uninvited guest while Fran noticed her for the first time, her headache resurfacing.

"The new Mist trash," scoffed Xena, "shark trash."

"KYA!" repeated the 'shark trash,' drawing a 'sword' from her skirt and flailing it at Xanxus.

"Hey, Lussuria," began Fran, refusing to talk to Belphagor, "who's this chick with the earsplitting scream?"

"This is Squala," introduced the super-lesbian, "she's our Rain Guardian."

"Hm. Not very 'tranquil' if you ask me," muttered Fran, "and what's up with her hair? It makes her look like a Bieber."

"A what?" questioned Bel.

Squala, both having heard and understood the statement, turned his sword on Fran. "KYA! Say that again, loli!"

"What's with your hair?" Fran repeated in expert monotone, "It makes you look like a Bieber."

"KYYA!" Fran stuck her fingers in her ears when the other shouted. "BITCH! I'M THE STRATEGY COMMANDER! YOU OUGHT TO RESPECT ME!"

"Alright, quit PMSing, Bieber-haired commander," deadpanned Fran, "I have a headache."

"She's not going to quiet down at all," growled Belphagor. "She's like this all the time. She lost a bet and doesn't have any more tampons. She's also too lazy to get more and too prideful to ask for any."

"That's fucking brilliant. Are you saying I have to get used to this?"

"Yup."

"FFFFFUUUU—," Fran raged in her droning, emotionless voice.

"Ne, Fran-chan~! You still need to meet Levi~!" interrupted the porn star. Annabelle and Squala groaned simultaneously upon hearing the name 'Levi.'

"Froggy doesn't need to meet Levi," protested Belphagor. "Better yet, we can just lock Levi away where Froggy can't be exposed to her."

"…No one really likes Levi," added Squala.

"She stalks the boss," the princess concluded.

"He... stalks... Xena?"

"Mm-hm," said Annabelle, "unless we're here in the base, she NEVER leaves Xena's side. EVER."

"That's not strange at all," Fran said, her sarcasm as prominent as if it were oozing off of the walls.

"Levi-chan is trying her best!" defended Lussuria.

"Best to what?" retorted Squala with a chuckle, "Catch boss on her own so she can pin her down and molest her?"

"No! No," Lussuria yelled, "She wants to prove herself worthy of right-hand woman. Any other motives she has are—!"

"Not happening," interrupted Xena. She glared at Lussuria. "Ever."

"..." An uncomfortable silence fell upon the room, and as Squala lifted her hands to make an akward turtle, Bel decided it was time to continue her new-favorite-hobby of teasing Fran. Sexually, of course. "Ne, Froggy," she began, prodding Fran on the shoulder.

"What is it, fake-princess-senpai?"

"!" Bel looked taken aback at the response. "Fake princess?"

"My master once told me I have a knack for giving people offending nicknames. It's only fitting right?" Fran teased, using the same tone Bel had used.

"I'm a REAL princess," Annabelle hissed, her intense narcissism prevailing over her want to taunt her toy.

"Hmmm? Did I hit a nerve?" Fran pressed. "Horny-princess-senpai?"

"What, so now it's horny princess?" questioned Annabelle, suddenly having the urge to STAB Fran. "Tch."

She suddenly calmed, causing Fran's calm demeanor to falter. "Hm? Finally think of a comeback, idiotic-fake-princess-senpai?" (A/N … these names are so pathetic!)

"I have," Annabelle said.

"Let me hear it."

Annabelle turned to face Fran with a smirk that could break the will of Chuck Norris. "Ushishishishi. So, you're the difficult type of uke."

"Gaspeth!" Everyone in the area (count out Xanxus) gasped at the remark, and Bel let out another snicker when Fran blushed.

"Actually," murmured Lussuria, "that kind of suits her."

"L-lussuria!" whined Fran.

"Ushishishishi~! I win Froggy!" Annabelle laughed; hand over her mouth, giving her the look of a queen who had just demolished a kingdom. Fran remained silent after that, and in a couple of seconds she was magically curled up in a ball in the corner. Growing shrooms.

"Well. She wasn't very happy about that one," laughed Squala.

"Aww... Fran-chan looks pretty defeated," added the porn star.

"Ushishi~ See? The princess never loses to her froggy~!"

"Kya… Bel, I get the feeling she doesn't like you very much," the androgynous girl stated, as Fran tended to her mushrooms.

"Shishishi~" Bel continued to laugh, with no sympathy for the green haired girl.

"Aww... and to think, she has to share a room with you too~!"

"Poor girl."

Fran snapped her head up at the group. No one would have guessed her teal eyes could be so scary. "Excuse me…? What did you say?" she screeched, standing up and turning around.

"Yeah, partners share rooms," said Squala blankly.

"Oh, well that's just GREAT," sulked Fran.

"Shishishi~ Fuck-buddies?" said Annabelle, eyeing Fran (again).

"... Maybe tomorrow," murmured Fran, walking away.

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Losing will to write… anyway, this one is a bit more copy-pasta, considering for the last half I did actually copy and paste the story and edit as I went along. I don't think this chapter had as much potential for lulz as the last one. I don't liek this chapter. Imma go chase Mudkipz. I liek those.