Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman REBORN! was created by Akira Amano
Claimer: I own the OCs and plot; nothing more, nothing less.
Warnings: takes place before Xanxus acquires Gola Mosca. There is a little bit of blood in this chapter. There will be limes in the future.
Pairing: BelOC
The boy had no work ethic whatsoever.
Aria had come to Belphegor's room to tell him they were leaving by the time it was ten o'clock in the morning. Belphegor was still asleep by that time. They barely managed to get out of the castle before eleven o'clock.
Aria had a car waiting for them, since she had told the driver to be ready for them a little after ten. The driver was in a foul mood since he had to be waiting for an hour. Aria apologized, but then Belphegor had to say something about how the driver should be honored to be able to be a driver and escort for a prince. Aria apologized about Belphegor, too.
This boy easily gets bored, seeing as he usually does nothing. Seeing as they're both stuck in a cramped car for a long time, he's made it a game to get Aria to say something. Seeing as she doesn't normally respond to people, he must find it an exciting challenge. She wouldn't give him the pleasure of getting what he wants, though
The chaos begins to ensue inside of Aria's head, because of Belphegor's annoying her. The more of his incessant talking makes Aria's patience begin to wear thin, which had been thin to begin with. Not even her working on the cherry sucker in her mouth is helping her calm down.
She begins to mess with her hair to get the tangles out, and that's how it all starts as always. As time wears on, her breathing begins silent, shallow and ragged. She zones out, unable to pay any further attention. All she knows is that she can hear the boy's voice, and it's something she's grown to absolutely loath.
When the time comes to two hours, Aria's vision starts to go blurry. It's not because she's getting faint, but it's because she has no reason to focus on her sight anymore. Blurs of black, and small flashes of gold, pop up into Aria's view, although it's just her mind playing tricks on her. A constant repetition of the police man's telling her that her parents have died repeats over and over in her head. Aria can feel herself shaking.
She's snapped out of her stupor when the car suddenly lurches. Aria blinks and looks around, Belphegor also falling silent. Aria looks out the window to see a positively majestic view before her. There's a line of trees along the side of the road. The clouds are covering some of the sun, which makes rays of sunlight fall through the gaps in the leaves of the trees. It almost seems as if an imp, troll, or something magical of the sort, could walk out at any moment.
But the road is dirt, with rocks being jagged and fully able to blow a tire.
The driver comes out of the car, cursing under his breath. Aria and Belphegor watch him move to the back left tire. Aria comes out of the car to help change the tire. As the driver and Aria get to work on the tire, Belphegor comes out and whines about how the driver is an irresponsible one, although the prince himself won't lift a finger to help hurry the process so that they can all leave.
When Belphegor goes to throw knives into a tree, seeing as he is bored enough, Aria turns to the driver slightly.
"I apologize on behalf of the "prince," Signor," Aria apologizes quietly. The driver chuckles with a smirk as he replies, "I would've gone by the normal road, but I knew of this nice road with a nice view. The price of seeing such a view is the road. I was hoping to get a blown tire in the hopes of annoying Purinzu za Rippa as a sort of revenge. Goes to show one shouldn't insult the "peasants," the ones who get you what you want in the first place."
Aria smiles, finding that the driver is someone she can consider a friend just because he's gone to the lengths of having revenge in a small and concealed sort of way.
Once the both of them are done, they both go into the car. When the driver has the car starting again, he honks the horn for Belphegor. Aria feels herself give a small smirk, as this will annoy Belphegor that he has to be honked for. Belphegor does come back, and gets into the car. For a while, he stays quiet with the silent fuming of his anger. It would seem he didn't enjoy the events they've already gone through.
"Ushishishi," Belphegor cackles. Aria doesn't react although she hears him. Belphegor turns to Aria, with the same morbid grin he usually has, and says, "I know how to make you talk. Ushishishi~"
Belphegor suddenly takes out a fan of knives. Aria does notice this and reacts. She grabs her gun and aims it at Belphegor's face. The two of them stare at each other as Belphegor's grin naturally disappears.
"You're restricted in this small space, unable to take a full swing, am I right?" she asks. "And inside this car, I can't miss. Are you happy I finally spoke? Was it worth it?"
"Ushishishi, of course it was."
Belphegor smacks Aria's hand to the side. He pushes her against the car door. Aria grunts with pain when her head hits the window. Belphegor now has one silver knife, with intricate designs, in his hand. He puts his knife against Aria's skin on her neck and actually makes a cut. His grin grows when he sees the beads of blood.
"Ushishishi, don't get cocky. A prince is always better than the peasants," Belphegor tells Aria.
Aria just stares at Belphegor. Her gut is surging with a killer fury that she's unable to act upon. Aria decides to do something that she thinks Belphegor won't expect. Aria lifts her head, actually pressing her neck into the knife. She feels the pain, but can bear it for now as she feels a drop of blood start to run.
Aria presses her forehead and nose up against Belphegor's forehead and nose. He keeps his grin, but now has a surprising curiosity evident in his expression.
"Do it, make me bleed. Good luck doing all the work by yourself."
Belphegor's smile vanishes. He didn't expect Aria to hit his weak spot in his personality. Belphegor relaxes, and even removes his knife from Aria's neck. He moves away from her and plops into his seat. He suddenly looks and feels lazy as Aria sits up and holds her neck.
Belphegor watches Aria as she begins to clean herself up. What he's actually watching is the cut he put on Aria's neck. He's enjoying the cringes as she cleans up. Belphegor is disappointed that she didn't make any noises signaling she's in pain.
Belphegor had looked forward to the sounds. He was looking forward to the feeling he got from any sounds of pain. He wanted to feel the ecstasy of feeling his knife cut through skin, the pure joy of hearing pain, and enjoy the blood as if it was art in itself. It goes without saying that Belphegor wanted Aria to be someone who would let him feel these feelings he prized.
The two remained silent after the incident. Aria is trying her very best not to point her gun and shoot at Belphegor, let alone show her hate. Belphegor is reveling in the memories of when he had cut and killed countless victims. Both assassins are entertaining themselves with their own minds.
Aria suddenly leans forward. She taps the driver's shoulder. She then points to the side of the road. The driver pulls over with Belphegor staring at Aria. She gets out and gets into the passenger's seat. She nods at the driver, and he gets back onto the road. Since each car has a small curtain as a divider—for the Varia—Aria pulls the divider so she won't have much to do with Belphegor.
Belphegor frowns when this happens. He can deal with being alone, but being ignored is a whole different thing. Belphegor is thrown into further discontent when he hears the quiet voices of the two up front conversing amongst themselves. For a very brief moment, Belphegor wants to be able to relate just like how actual kings and queens try to think of ways to make their subjects adore them and their views.
When Belphegor hears quiet laughing, a want to know what those two are laughing about grips at him like a child wants to know what their parents are talking about. Belphegor leans forward, with a knife, and slashes the curtain dividing the front of the car from the back. Aria turns back so she'll be able to see from the sides of her eyes. The driver looks from his rear view mirror, obviously not happy and shocked.
The two up front fall silent. The driver focuses on the road while Aria turns to look out her window. Belphegor crosses his arms and puts on a smug grin of content.
Aria definitely isn't happy. She was just starting to enjoy talking to the older man. She doesn't appreciate that Belphagor had to act like a child and throw a silent tantrum. She didn't like that he got what he wanted either.
We can't get there fast enough, Aria thinks to herself with dread and anger.
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It didn't go fast enough for Aria. Aria gathered up the courage to turn on the radio. The time flew by faster, but was still too slow for her tastes. Aria had put on Italian rock music that had a mix of English in it. The driver didn't mind it, and actually thought it better so the whole road wouldn't be in an awkwardly tense silence.
Belphegor sat in the back. He listened to the music, and actually enjoyed it. The driver would see Belphegor's head bobbing very slightly to the music. Almost no one could resist getting into music in some way, and that even applies to Prince the Ripper.
The couple times that the driver stopped for gas, that gave an excuse for the two teens to get a snack, etc. Belphegor had to be carefully watched. Aria would find a few cherry suckers to suck on to pass the time, too.
When the driver finally dropped off the two teens at the hotel he was told to drop them off at, the sun had almost completely disappeared behind the tree line.
Aria turns to the hotel. Xanxus had instructed that Belphegor and Aria get a room together because it would cost less and he doesn't think they're attracted to each other.
How right he was.
But now that Aria had spent a car ride with Belphegor, it made her realize it's not a good idea to be in the same room as him if she can't stand him in small spaces.
As Aria and Belphegor head into the hotel, they both start to take in their surroundings. The hotel isn't the best, but isn't the worst either. The outside is painted tan and the building is three stories. The hotel next to it is a much better hotel, and on the other side is a worse hotel. It's probably best for them to take the normal hotel so that they don't attract a lot of attention.
When they go inside, one half of the lobby's floor is tiling while the other is blue and green carpet. The chairs are blue with one glass table with a small pile of magazines now outdated. There's one man leaving the desk with his luggage strolling behind him, and at the desk is a middle aged woman. Her make-up is caked on, short neat brown hair, and olive brown skin.
When Aria and Belphegor approach, the woman attempts to be happy when she welcomes them. Her voice is annoying and very high. Belphegor's morose grin creeps onto his face as he immediately imagines putting "pretty designs for make-up" on this woman's face with his knives.
"Can we have two rooms?" Aria asks politely.
"Certamente," she chirps.
"Don't be so shy," Belphegor suddenly butts in. "Ushishishi, she's funny. We want one room."
*Beaming Happily* Alright, I got the reviews I wanted. That led to this update! :D
I hope you readers like this story much more than the first story. I thought the first story was a bit... common. If I need to change Belphegor's character personality at all, I need to be told. Criticism is always good, so long as it's civilized and none of the cursing-you-out-because-you-suck crap. It. Does. Nothing.
Anyway, I'll need a review before I update another chapter into this series. ^_^ I love you readers! ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO TAKE THE TIME TO WRITE A REVIEW!