Author Notes:

Sorry for being late on the chapter. I was a bit busy with something else and I had a bit of writers block. :S

Sucks with a new story too!

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Bel led the way with Fran at his heel in silence, Bel's tucked his hands in his pant pockets and smiling while walking down the hallway, he smiled pleasantly that he wasn't the one to clean up the mess in the cafeteria. He gritted his teeth, annoyed at the a room-mate even though he wouldn't have one while staying at the Varia.

He glanced back at Fran who was still looking at the floor while he walked, hands at his sides. Bel looked at this 'peasants' clothes, Fran was wearing dark blue jeans that had a rip in his right knee, muddy at the bottom, his shoes were muddy as well, while his sweater was a dark black that was faded and underneath was a dark green t-shirt.

"Do you have anything else besides those dirty clothes?" Bel asked Fran, in a couple of seconds Bel heard nothing come out of Fran's mouth, rolling his eyes, he contemplated that maybe the kids was mute, deaf or stupid for his own good.

They turned left and came down a long hallway that was completely messy, clothes and toys, books and bombs were lying around, some of the doors were wide open and on the doors were a paper that said various names, 'Gokudera's room.' 'Tsuna's room.' 'Hibari's room. Don't enter, I'll bite you.' 'Kyoko's&&Haru's room.' 'Biancha's room.' 'Mammon.' And the end of the hallway was 'Prince's room. Don't enter.'

Bel ripped the sign down and smiled at Fran, pushing the door opened and revealed a semi-messy room, everything was everywhere. Bel was thinking that maybe Fran would have said something about it but he didn't, before Fran walked in he took his shoes off, Bel noticed the action. He didn't think Fran had a brain at all, or any respect.

Once he took his shoes off, Bel noticed Fran had no socks and his feet was a bit dirty from mud, raising his eyebrow at Fran who was now standing at the doorway staring at the floor again, Bel pushed Fran into the room.

"I guess after I'll show you where the bathroom and showers are, I'm not letting a peasant lay on the bunk bed with all that mud."

Fran followed Bel without any word, Bel thought he was more like a ghost as he took him to the showers, telling him he'll come back later once he's finished or if he's finished and Bel's not there, than go back to their room.

Once he left Fran who was staring at the showers, he walked into one of the booths, took his clothes off and placed them aside, turning the facet on and the rushing cold water came out, splashing against his pale marked skin of many scars on his back, he flinched the slightest, breathed in as small warm tears rose and fell on the side of his face as the water covered his entire body.

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Belphegor walked into Mammons room, who had pulled his shirt off at that moment, already noticing the blonde entering but not giving a damn as he turned around.

"Where is your room-mate? Don't tell me you killed him already."

Bel chuckled, "No. He's in the showers, I won't let a peasant room with me if they're as dirty as... Dirt."

Mammon rolled his eyes, the sun outside touching the back of his white smooth skin. Mammon and Bel had been friends for a very long time, before they were condemned to the Varia group home for teenagers. Knowing each others past and as well with each others bodies but over time they grew bored with each other.

Bel found a dark purple shirt and slipped it over his head, fitting it comfortably.

"Remember Bel, if you do harm this room-mate, they won't give you a warning anymore, they'll actually send you to some psychiatric ward or a jail."

Bel scoffed, "This is already a psychiatric jail for us. Everyone freaking crazy here, my room-mate can't even say one word, it's like he's stupid or he doesn't have a brain!" Bel ranted on, gritting his teeth angrily.

Mammon sighed at Bel's immaturity. "Just do me a favor and don't kill him like you did to Rasiel, I actually want someone I can stand.. Even though you are annoying at times."

Bel smirked. "But you can stand me right!"

Mammon then turned away while Bel left his bedroom and walked into his own.

Squalo was inside with a black duffel bag, "Where's Fran you pesky prince?!" The man gritted his teeth angrily.

Bel leaned against the wall, a smirk playing on his face.

"Showers. Whats with the bag?"

Squalo threw it to Bel, "It's Fran's clothes his worker got him. Go give it to him since all he would be wearing are dirty clothes," Squalo snapped and walked out of the room.

Bel sighed, "Now I'm delivering shit to him!"

He grumbled, left the room and headed down the hallway, hearing snide comments from the others as he ignored them, he headed down the left hallway and into the showers.

He looked around, there was water coming from one of the booths. "Fran! I have your clothes." Bel called out, walking to the booths and throwing the bag over the door, hearing a thud then a rustling sound.

"I'll be in the room."

Once Bel left, Fran unzipped the bag and pulled out a few articles of clothing, he slipped them on easily and zipped the bag up then he left the room. He was now wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, the buttons unbuttoned at his collar, and dark blue jeans with no socks. His green teal hair messy and unkempt but he showed no concern as he left the showers.

"Hello. Are you new?"

Fran stopped immediately in the hallway, he glanced at the one who spoke, a dark violet haired male with different colored eyes and a smirk plastered on his face.

"I'm Mukuro Rokudo."

Fran said nothing, he turned his head from the male and began to walk away without saying anything, Mukuro frowned and followed him nonetheless.

"You're the one that is rooming with Bel right?"

Silence.

"Are you okay? Can you speak?"

Fran came to his bedroom but stopped immediantly behind the line that enters the room, Mukuro thought this was weird since it was his bedroom, Bel hopped off his bed with a grin on his face, he spotted Mukuro and his smile faltered just a bit.

He grabbed Fran and pulled him in. "You don't have to stop there peasant. It is your room, but I don't mind." Bel said, Mukuro walked in to the room and sat down while Bel grabbed a knife from his bed.

"I wasn't talking to you."

Mukuro swatted his hand, "I know silly prince. I was just wondering what is wrong with him?" Mukuro pointed at Fran who was just standing next to Bel not moving.

Bel pushed him aside, "He's an idiot that's all. Might be mute I think."

Mukuro scoffed. "Wouldn't he know sign language?"

Bel shrugged his shoulders, pointing his knife at Fran, "He's an idiot then.. Who can't speak."

Suddenly Fran dropped his bag and sat down on the bottom bunk.

They both looked at him curiously, if he truly was going to say something but Fran didn't, his hair was blocking his eyes but they could easily see his firm mouth that was in a frown.

Mukuro got up. "Well I'm going to see if my Chrome is alright, have fun with your room-mate," Mukuro said sarcastically as he left the room, Bel turned to Fran.

"So you really aren't going to say anything?" Bel bended down and placed the knife in Fran's face, but Fran did nothing.

"Do you mind if I try and get it out of you?" Bel wondered, he backed up and pointed his knife at him, in a swift glide he tossed his knife straight at Fran, the blade embedded itself into Fran's arm, but Fran did nothing, he didn't even flinch from the impact.

Bel frowned and walked up to him, grabbed the knife and ruthlessly tore it out of his skin.

"You are a strange little Froggy," Bel muttered under his breath as he walked towards the door, Fran looked up and watched him leave with empty eyes.

To Be Continued.