EDIT: Beta'ed by 'AmbiguousThoughts.'
"No, Lussuria, nothing happened. No. No. No. The lazy-senpai is still sleeping. Yes. No, not in the same room, what kind of stupid idea is coming up in your gay-possessed mind? No. I said no, Lussuria. Ow, would you stop the idiotic long-haired commander to stop screaming like an annoying woman who lost her purse already? Did the boss rape him again? Eh, Levi? You mean the boss' freaky stalker? What, has he stolen the boss's underpants or something? Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just tell him to shut up. Both of them. Yes, both of them. Oh, go get a hearing aid, you Gaylord."
Fran was talking on his cell phone to Lussuria who called to see if the two were doing fine when Bel woke up. The illusionist was searching the fridge to find some breakfast for his senpai and himself when the Gaylord suddenly decided to ring and blab on whilst Squalo was in the background, screaming. Sounds of breaking glass and numerous falling objects could be heard, and Fran, who was clearly annoyed – even though his face and tone of voice didn't show it – just decided to end the call and switch off his phone.
"Nnn…," the prince protested with a small groan at the noise before turning over, rolling the blanket around him before falling asleep again. Fran looked up from the fridge before sighing when he saw his senpai, curled up in a ball, his hands holding on tight to the blanket which covered half of his face in the sleepy attempt to block out the light – like an innocent young child not wanting to wake up.
Fran was tempted to go and have a closer look at the sleeping prince, but he was still stuck with deciding about food. He couldn't find decent breakfast material, and he most certainly could not cook. After a few minutes of checking out this and that, Fran was just put off.
Oh, to hell with it.
The illusionist thought, before he took out two cup noodles from the area near the microwave, filled up the kettle with water before plugging it in.
Fran then walked over to his senpai, who was still sleeping even though the lights in the room were switched on. The kouhai bent down and knelt down next to the sofa, about to shake the prince to wake him up, but he stopped his hand when Bel softly mumbled something.
"-gy…"
What? What did he just say?
Fran moved closer to his senpai and waited for another mumble, but it never came. The prince was silent after that one incomprehensive word.
Idiot-senpai… The only time I want you to speak and you shut up. The kouhai thought, before he sighed, and decided to tug on the prince's blanket to wake him up.
"Senpai. Senpaii. Wake up, Senpai~," Fran spoke in a dragging monotone. Bel frowned and groaned in annoyance of someone disturbing his sleep, but Fran wouldn't give up. "Bel-senpai. Senpaii. Senpaiiii~, that overly hyper freak and that silver haired woman-man are coming to pick us up soon, so wake up, stupid-senpai. Ne, Senpaiiii~," Fran kept on going in his same monotone, but as much as he was persistent, the prince was stubborn.
"Shut up, Froggy~. Ten more minutes…," Bel spoke sleepily, his hands pulling down the blanket from his face, his closed eyes hidden under his messed up bangs. Fran looked at his senpai for a few moments as he pondered the methods he should try to wake the lazy prince up. He considered the water throwing, but figured it would be inconvenient to get stabbed with those weird knives afterwards, so he simply stood up and walked to the window.
"Wake up, Senpaiiiii~," the illusionist spoke in monotone once again as he pulled open the thick curtains in one move. Bright, white morning light shone into the room and Belphegor moaned in complaint when the light shone directly on his face.
The prince tried to still stay asleep but the light was just too overpowering, and he couldn't force himself to sleep anymore. Bel reluctantly opened his eyes and was about to stab his kouhai with at least a good seven knives in frustration before he was stunned by what he saw.
The image in front of him was of Fran, and nothing else, but that was enough to make the prince's heart skip a beat. The kouhai was wearing gray sleeping shorts which showed off his pale, white, smooth looking thighs with a black long sleeved loose t-shirt which covered most of the shorts. The sea-green hair looked paler, but fresher than normal, with a slight hint of bed head under the frog-shaped hat, and it framed his face which looked so much healthier in the mornings. His cheeks gave off a slight tint of pink glow and those eyes of his reflected the light of the room. Fran looked petite, frail, and huggable. At the back of the illusionist, the white light from the outside shone from behind, accenting his small shape and making his kouhai look like a mere angel.
"Finally, moron-senpai," Fran walked up to the prince. "How stupid is it of you to…ah-," Fran let out a small gasp of surprise when Bel suddenly grabbed the kouhai's wrist and pulled him down towards himself. The younger teen landed roughly on top of the prince, the two bodies sharing their warmth. Green eyes met ones which were hidden under golden bangs, and for a moment, there was complete silence. Fran could hear his heart thumping so hard, he unintentionally blushed whilst the prince was trapped in those emerald eyes which glistened before him, and reflected only him.
The two could feel each other's heat, each other's breath…they were so close, and they were getting closer still…
"Ne, Fran, what are you doing?"
Fran abruptly pulled away and sat up quickly in confusion - just as the lips were about to brush against each other. The prince silently cursed and swore in his mind - he was that close to fulfilling his fantasies with his kouhai, and yet, the pale-haired illusionist pulled away. Bel didn't understand what went wrong. The moment, the timing…everything was perfect. But Fran just had to pull away.
Similarly, Fran was frustrated at what he had just done. Surely, his senpai must have taken that response as a rejection, and he didn't know when he was ever going to sort things out with him. For all he knew, in that minute…he heard Mammon's voice. That sweet, soft, child-like voice which echoed like a glass bell and never suited whatever she was saying. He heard Mammon, and he just automatically pulled away.
What was that all about? Why did I hear Mammon?
The young illusionist shook his head slowly, not understanding a single thing about the moment which had just passed between himself and his senpai. Bel observed his kouhai and wondered what the younger teen was thinking, but literally, he was quite pissed off at the situation. Bel was a prince, and a prince always got what he wanted, no exceptions. Being teased like he was - getting closer and then being pushed away, time after time – the prince did not like it in the very least, even though he himself was questioning the reason to why he had pulled his kouhai down on him in the first place.
Bel took one last look at the young illusionist, who was still unchangingly staring at his lap, before leaving to have a shower, slamming the door behind him and making Fran feel that much guiltier.
What exactly is going on between us…?
"The prince does not eat cup noodles. Who exactly do you think I am, you pitiful frog?" Bel commented as soon as he saw his breakfast set out before him. His mood had improved after he had bathed, but that didn't mean that he was going to accept a food that wasn't right for royalty.
Fran, who was silently eating the noodles, just looked up at his senpai with a blank expression before he spoke in total monotone, "Fine by me, moron-senpai. But if you starve, it's not my fault."
Five knives were immediately stabbed into Fran's arm and a wide smile stretched across Bel's face. Then, the prince laughed, that freaky, unique, mysterious and slightly insane soft laugh which Fran had come to both enjoy and hate.
"Ushishishi… You shall please the prince, Froggy," Bel spoke with a sweet, child-like voice, but the murderous intent which drifted from him made the phrase sounded more like a deadly threat.
"Sure, sure, idiotic-senpai," Fran automatically let the words go before he thought about them, but before he realized the situation between him and Bel, seven more knives were already stuck in his flesh.
"I said, you shall please the prince, you stupid frog." Bel stabbed yet another knife into his kouhai, but this time, he didn't let go. Instead, he twisted the knife inside of Fran, smiling innocently whilst Fran bit the insides of his lips to stop himself from screaming in pain. The illusionist appeared unchanged, his face showing no feelings whatsoever, not even a tiny flinch.
"Stop it, Senpai."
Fran's tone was neither pleading nor begging. He wasn't even asking. It was just Fran's usual monotone and Bel was starting to get very annoyed.
"You'll be punished for not obeying the prince, worthless Frog." Bel spoke as he twisted another knife in Fran's body and fresh, red blood dripped off the illusionist's skin.
Worthless.
Fran didn't know what hurt more, the knives or that word. But he knew that the prince was serious, the striking pain of each twist of the knives proved that.
"Why don't you scream? Why is there no reaction? Answer the prince, you frog."
Bel twisted a different knife with every word, but Fran kept his mouth shut. He knew too well that if he said anything, it would be offending to the senpai, in some way or another – and that wouldn't benefit him in any way.
However, as Bel still saw no response from the illusionist, he clasped the small, cute face with one hand, his own face closing in before he spoke through gritted teeth, "You know what, Frog? I'm getting bored of seeing that blank face of yours."
Bel-senpai is angry.
Fran figured that out, but he didn't understand why. Strangely, neither did the prince himself. He just wanted to make the kouhai stop being so…emotionless. He was just so annoyed of his kouhai being so still all the time, and he had quite enough. He wanted to get a reaction out of that blank face. He wanted to make the kouhai emit sounds which were far from monotone. And the only way, Bel figured, was to hurt him.
Bel started dragging each knife down the pale flesh, making deep raw cuts, each wound almost immediately oozing up with blood. But before the prince could harm Fran any further, the doors to their suite flew open.
"Oi, what the fuck is going on?" Gokudera stepped into the room before stopping in his tracks when he saw the image of Bel, clasping Fran's face and pulling on one of the many knives which are stuck on Fran's back and arms. The emerald eyes grew wide. "What?"
"Ah, sorry guys, but we knocked and you guys wouldn't open the door, so we used the spare keys and… Whoa, what?" Yamamoto was following in, closing the door behind him and stopped mid-sentence when he saw the same image as Gokudera has.
"Bel, are you fucking insane?" Gokudera quickly acted and pulled the blonde off from Fran whilst Yamamoto examined the illusionist's wounds.
"Whoa, these are real deep. What were you thinking Bel?" Yamamoto pulled out the bandages he always kept with him and did first aid to the wounds – without pulling the knives out.
Bel, on the hand, just looked at the two with a big smile.
"Ushishishi… The prince was just merely punishing the ignorant frog." Bel chuckled, and Gokudera flinched in disgust.
"You've lost your mind, you blood-obsessed bastard," the silvernette mumbled.
"We should bring them to Tsuna and the base, Gokudera. Fran's injuries could be fatal if he doesn't stop bleeding," Yamamoto suggested. A rare worried frown came up on his face as he examined Fran – who amazingly sat as still and as silently as before, despite all the blood and cuts.
Gokudera nodded in agreement, before he dragged Bel off to downstairs, followed shortly by Fran, who was supported by Yamamoto.
The prince, despite his great big signature freaky smile, couldn't stop glaring at the proximity between the Japanese swordsman and the young illusionist, whose breathing was getting fainter by the moment even though he insisted he was fine.
Why did I do that? Why am I angry?
"Gods, I can't believe you did that to your own comrade. What kind of Mafioso are you?" Gokudera kept going at Belphegor, who shrugged with a smile and a snicker.
"Ushishi… You used to handle the same pain. Is that why you are so empathetic to the frog?" Bel wanted to know.
"Shut up about that. I'm with the baseball freak now."
"Ushishishi… A pity. You were so cute too."
"I said shut up, you bastard," Gokudera snapped before looking away. He didn't even want to look at the knife loving maniac.
The two were outside of the Vongola Decimo's room, waiting for the tenth to finish his meeting with the Cloud Guardian, whilst Yamamoto had already taken Fran to the infirmary to take care of the injuries immediately - a fact which both Bel and Gokudera didn't like in the very least.
Gokudera was already suspicious about his lover's attention to the small illusionist, and seeing Yamamoto handling the young teen so tenderly made Gokudera extremely jealous – even though he didn't admit it. He didn't like the way Yamamoto asked Fran if it hurt, or the way he softly wiped the blood which trickled down those slender arms. The smoking bomb felt like blowing up the pale-haired frog-head.
Similarly with Bel, he felt like slicing the swordsman into the smallest of bits and pieces. He didn't like the way Fran (even though reluctantly) leaned on Yamamoto for support, or the way he gripped the man's arms when the taller man accidentally nudged against one of the knives. He felt like pulling that body right back into his arms and in his arms only. Imagining Yamamoto being with his kouhai right now made him develop a strong temptation to start cutting everyone open.
"Hibari-san… I do hope you find him." Suddenly, the cloud guardian of Vongola stepped out of the room, followed shortly by the shorter body of Vongola the Tenth himself.
"Hn…," Hibari made a sound in his throat as a response. His pointed pitch black eyes were as merciless as they were from since he was still the head of the discipline committee in Nami High.
"Tenth! I…," Gokudera stood up to talk to his boss, but was met by a fierce glare from Hibari Kyouya, a glare which the Storm fearlessly returned.
Gokudera and Hibari had a long conflict, they didn't like each other from the very beginning, and the fact that Yamamoto used to date the Cloud Guardian didn't help either. The Cloud and Rain were united for a very long period of time until one day, when Gokudera was dying and Hibari was badly injured, Yamamoto chose to run to Gokudera, and Hibari hadn't forgiven him for that. He violently chased the Rain out of his life, but the conflict between him and Gokudera remained.
As for Bel, the night of the Sky Ring Conflict was his only connection with Hibari. He cut the guardian badly with wires before running away. If it was before, and in usual conditions, Hibari would have bitten the prince to death at first sight, but now, he had other things on mind, and he swiftly walked away from the area.
"Hibari-san is still as cold as ever…," Tsuna sighed, before turning around to face Gokudera and Bel. "What is it, Gokudera-kun?"
"Tenth, this stupid prince acted very inappropriately today, and I am here to report to you about his actions as a witness and your right hand man," Gokudera informed to his boss, as formal as always. Tsuna, who had gotten used to this formality over the years just nodded in comprehension and invited the two in.
They all sat down before the Storm guardian described what he saw in detail whilst Bel - the person in subject - just ignorantly rocked backwards and forwards on his seat, causing distracting squeaky noises and smiling, caught up in his own manic world.
When Gokudera finished, it took quite a while to shake the prince back from his insanity.
"Ushishishi… Yes? Is there anything you wanted to say to the prince?" he questioned, as his hand reached for the sweets on Tsuna's office table and popped it into his mouth.
"Um… Bel-san, I just wanted to know the reason of why you stabbed Fran-san in such a violent manner. Gokudera here said that you twisted and dragged the knife in his flesh," Tsuna asked as politely as he could, a sweatdrop rolling down his face. The Vongola Decimo was only nineteen, and he hadn't forgotten how well Bel could 'play' with those knives and wires, neither did he get over the fear of one of those knives being stuck in him, just yet.
"You mean the frog? Ushishi… The prince was just merely punishing him," Bel replied with a big smile, remembering how good it felt to see the blood staining the young illusionist's shirt.
"Bel-san…um, I don't mean to intervene with your ways…but, you do realize that Fran-san could have died?" Bel's smile faltered as Tsuna slowly approached the subject. Indeed, he remembered how his kouhai couldn't even walk with his own strength, and how pale his cute face looked as he was breathing faintly in the car. He didn't even think about those consequences when he stabbed… He didn't even consider the idea of death - losing his kouhai. Losing 'Froggy'. Forever.
Tsuna noticed the change in Bel's expression and sighed in relief when he knew that Bel understood what he meant, and that the blood obsessed prince wouldn't stab him.
"I would like to ask you not to do risky things like that again, Bel-san. We just got Fran as part of our family, and we don't want to lose him. I don't mean to offend but-" Tsuna's mind raced quickly as he tried to think of the best way to say this to Bel, but the prince cut him off mid-sentence.
"The prince understands." Bel nodded to support the phrase, before he paused, and asked, "Can I go see the stupid frog?"
Tsuna smiled warmly and nodded, telling Gokudera to send the prince off to the infirmary room. Gokudera reluctantly accepted, and the two made their way over to meet up with Yamamoto and Fran.
Meanwhile, in the infirmary, Fran was sitting on the bed and shivering a little as the cold air blew on his rarely exposed skin. Yamamoto was sitting behind him, starting to clean his back with alcohol.
Shamal had agreed to help Fran, as he saw that the illusionist had the potential to be a very cute girl, and Yamamoto stayed around to help out. He had to use scissors to snip off Fran's shirt before Shamal professionally treated the wounds, pulling the knives out, cleaning the cuts, adding medicine to it before neatly sewing close the deep, open wounds. A blood bag along with a salt solution bag which was hanging on a pole was also attached to the thin wrist of Fran's, making up for the blood and energy he had lost. Shamal then left for his date, ordering Yamamoto to clean up the blood on Fran's skin one more time and to bandage the pale-haired illusionist.
"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" Yamamoto spoke as he wiped away the dried up blood stains from the pale skin with alcohol-soaked cotton wool. Fran nodded in response and endured the frequent strokes of pain which shot through his body when the alcohol slipped into the cuts.
"Okay, now the back's clean. Let's bandage it first before we move on to the arms, ne?" Yamamoto asked for an opinion, to which Fran expressionlessly nodded. When Yamamoto saw that, he chuckled lightly in the way that he always does.
"What?" Fran questioned, not understanding what the swordsman found so humorous.
"Maa maa, it's nothing. It's just that you're not even flinching or screaming when actually you're really badly hurt. You must be in pain, but you're not showing it - I just find that interesting." Yamamoto replied lightly with a bright smile as he tenderly wrapped the bandage around the petite body.
"Don't act like you know so much," Fran spoke in monotone before realized that Yamamoto was helping him. The care-free Rain Guardian took no offense whatsoever, and just continued to bandage and talk.
"Well, you're holding on to the bed sheets so tightly, it's obvious that you're in pain. And you're shivering a little, are you cold?" Yamamoto asked with a smile. Fran sighed at the overly-happy swordsman, before he gave in and did a little nod - for he was definitely going to freeze in mere seconds if he was left exposed to the air conditioning as he was. Yamamoto nodded in comprehension before he quickly finished off his cleaning and bandaging before disappearing to somewhere.
Suddenly, a warm weight was plopped onto Fran's body, covering his bare shoulders. It was a blanket, he realized, and he wrapped it around himself, looking up at Yamamoto who brought this thick blanket to him.
"Better now?" the swordsman asked, cocking his head to one side.
"Yes… Thank you," Fran replied and added the 'thank you' in a soft voice, still in his signature monotone.
"Maa maa, it's okay. I couldn't leave you freezing, could I? Oh, and sorry for ruining your shirt." He smiled apologetically but Fran just shook his head like it didn't matter.
"Oh yeah, I got you a shirt too whilst Shamal was treating you, but it's mine, so it's a little big." Yamamoto picked up his own folded, clean white t-shirt from the table nearby and handed it to Fran. The young illusionist let go of the blanket he cocooned himself in and tried to put the shirt on, but he found it took an increasing amount of effort as it was too painful, even though it was a simple act to lift his arms and arch his back. Yamamoto noticed this and took the shirt out of Fran's hands.
"Hahaha, you could ask for help, you know?" he said, before softly slipping the loose shirt onto Fran, who reluctantly allowed the swordsman to sort him out. The shirt hung loose on Fran, the long sleeves covering his hands almost entirely. "Aww, haha, you're so cute, Fran," The swordsman commented lightly and rubbed the illusionist's frog-head with his hand, causing the illusionist to immediately glare at the care-free man.
At the exact moment where Yamamoto was slipping the shirt on Fran, the prince walked in with Gokudera. They both saw how close the two was on the bed and the comment and action of Yamamoto afterwards was like the final blow.
"You bastard baseball freak!" Gokudera shouted at Yamamoto before he quickly turned and stormed out of the room.
"Gokudera? Wait!" Yamamoto quickly ran after his lover, not quite understanding why the silvernette was mad at him, but he ran after the Storm Guardian anyway, leaving behind the two assassins from Varia.
As soon as the two were alone, Bel grabbed his kouhai's wrist tightly before pulling the small body up, causing the illusionist to sway a little, still lacking blood and energy.
"What was that?" Bel hissed quickly, but Fran just looked back at him blankly.
"What was what, Senpai? And please let go of me, it hurts," Fran replied in monotone.
"You know damn well what I meant, you stupid frog." Bel was gripping the thin wrist so hard Fran felt like it was going to crack, but he amazingly kept himself from flinching.
"I don't understand, Senpai," Fran shook his head, his face expressionless. He felt the dizziness hit him as he shook and dark splotches appeared in his sight. The illusionist's head spun and he would have flopped forward if it wasn't for the prince gripping onto him so fiercely.
"You and that stupid freak of a Japanese swordsman," Bel spoke through gritted teeth, but Fran couldn't comprehend it. The dizziness was making the floor look uneven and it was taking over him – he couldn't stand it.
Fran fell onto Bel, resting his whole weight on the prince – head resting on chest, much to the senpai's surprise. He was about to shake Fran off and consult him further, but something stopped him. In the process of falling, the too-loose shirt slipped off one of Fran's shoulders and it revealed the bandaged cut which was particularly deep - the white bandage was partially soaked with blood.
The prince suddenly remembered what Tsuna had said to him before he came here.
"…you do realize that Fran-san could have died?"
No. He hadn't realized that before, and he just forgot all about it again until now. Dying used to be such a small matter for Bel - a person just simply died in his hands anyways, so he wasn't concerned about things like that. However, the prince never considered people close to him dying. Sure, he killed his own twin when he was younger, and that was what made him an assassin in the first place, but others, he had never even thought about it.
Bel's boss was like an immortal, never defeated and never dying or falling sick – with the little exception of when the Ninth and Tsuna froze him. But then again, that wasn't dying. Squalo was also seen as the violent shark that would never rest. When he was supposed to die in the ring conflict, Bel didn't even believe it - he just snickered. Somehow, he knew the swordsman survived. Lussuria was simply a Gaylord, so he/she couldn't die in Bel's mind, whilst Levi… Well, frankly, Bel couldn't care less about Levi. No one that Bel cared for had ever died. No one but…
Mammon.
Yes, that was the only time the 'death' of someone made an impact on the prince. Mammon was the closest to him in the Varia, and her death traumatized him. Bel went out killing masses of people without any orders, he laughed and screamed and cut himself time after time, he heard the arcobaleno's soft voice whispering about money and debts, and he truly lost himself to insanity for the second time in his life - the first, being when he killed his twin brother and mostly everyone in his palace. He eventually recovered with the help of the Varia, but nonetheless, the event was a traumatic experience. Bel didn't want to lose anyone like he had lost Mammon.
The prince then thought of the person in his arms - the illusionist who came to take Mammon's place. He forced Fran to wear a frog-shaped hat in the first place so that he resembled Mammon, who always had that frog/snake pet on her head. But now, he just wanted Fran to wear it because it marked the illusionist as his 'frog' – that, and he also thought that the hat looked adorable on Fran. He thought about how fast he had grown to be attached to this person – three months – and yet, Bel couldn't imagine a day in his life without seeing that cute expressionless face, without hearing that mono-tonic voice which insulted him almost on a minute basis. The prince couldn't even start to imagine how much worse he would become if another illusionist was to leave him forever. He wanted – needed – 'Froggy', Fran, to stay with him.
"Ah, sorry, Senpai. I-," Fran was trying to steady himself quickly, afraid that Bel would push him away before he could find his balance. But, the prince did the opposite. Instead of carelessly pushing away his kouhai, Bel lifted his arms and held the illusionist's body against him, once again sharing the heat of their bodies.
Fran's eyes grew wide with shock and surprise of the sudden change of emotion in his senpai, but he didn't resist. The dizziness was taking over him, and Bel's shoulders and warm hug was the most inviting place to rest his head on. Fran could feel his heart pumping fast, and surprisingly, Bel was reacting in the same way – two hearts thumping in perfect rhythm with one another. Fran would have blushed if he weren't lacking blood at the moment.
Bel's hug was like a kid hugging something that they loved very, very dearly. It was an innocent hug, which just happened without being thought about beforehand, and it was desperate, as if he didn't want to ever let go, as if he wanted to keep Fran as his own. It was also apologetic and filled with guilt… Fran knew that the prince would never say 'sorry' or anything of that kind because of his pride in being one of royalty, but he sensed it in this warmth, this embrace, that Bel was asking for his kouhai to forgive him, and to never leave him.
The two assassins didn't know how they felt about each other, they didn't understand the weird sensations – jealousy, lust, loathe, anger, pain. They went through a mixture of emotions, and yet in this moment it was peaceful. There were no explanations, no confessions, and no description to what they really are for each other. But it felt 'right' – and that was all that mattered in that very moment.
"Bel-senpai, I'm sleepy…," Fran whispered into Bel's shoulders, his voice dragging sleepily, his eyelids heavy.
"Then sleep," Bel whispered back before he took the kouhai to the bed and laid the petite body of Fran down. He stood back up, but Fran tugged on his sleeve.
"Stay with me, Senpai." There were no suggestions to what possessed Fran to ask for this, maybe it was because he was tired, or he was caught up in the moment…whichever it was, Bel didn't mind, all that mattered was that the illusionist called for him, and he followed.
Bel laid down next to Fran before he pulled the blankets over both of them. Fran looked into Bel's eyes – hidden underneath his bangs – and it weaved a sweet, soft link between them. And even when Fran fell quickly and soundlessly asleep…the link didn't break. Bel examined the illusionist in his sleep, and was filled up inside when he heard the kouhai whisper his name. There was no lust in the moment, no contact of the bodies, just connection and sweetness. A purely emotional thing.
And that day, the two assassins didn't dream, for they were both in deep sleep.
A/N: To end off this chapter, thank you for all your reviews, favourites, alerts and views! I was so high with all the great response I wrote this all in one go, so I hope you enjoyed it ^_^
Ps. I can only upload on weekends due to school and homework crap… sorry if it's a long wait T^T