A Royal Return
Chapter Two
Outside the Gates of Vindice that night...
*pant pant pant*
"Have I lost them...?" the man wondered, peering around the tree that he was hiding behind. "I think I've lost them," he confirmed to himself. "Phew! Those guys sure gave me a hassle." The escaped prisoner continued on, grinning. He had knocked out his prison guard and taken a black cloak off of him, so he covered himself with it, completely hiding his distinguishable, white hair, and he left at that. "Now... where should I run?" he wondered quietly.
Varia Headquarters, the next day.
"Froggy... I'm bored...," Belphegor sighed, resting his head on the kitchen table. "I wanna go outside... I wanna stab... and I'm hunnnnngryyyy..."
Fran returned the prince's sigh, and walked over, placing a plate of fried rice and chicken in front of the prince. "Here."
"I want ice creeeaaam," the Storm whined, and his lover groaned in reply. Just then, Mammon walked in, and he headed over to the two, before grinning.
"Do you really think you can get Belphegor to eat something other than ice cream the day after his birthday?" the Arcobaleno laughed. "In the morning?"
"Sheesh, I guess not," Fran sighed. He passed the rejected dish to Mammon, who frowned disapprovingly. "What are you boo-hooing?" the younger illusionist asked. "Don't tell me you want ice cream, too."
"Well, that would be nice," Mammon said. Fran gave a groan dramatic enough to rival a minor 'voi,' and stormed back into the kitchen, trying not to be irked by Belphegor's creepy giggling that echoed behind him.
"How'd you sleep, Monta?" the prince asked, snatching a piece of chicken off of Fran's plate even as he longed for ice cream. Mammon followed his example, and gave his answer.
"Slept well enough. You?"
"Ushishishi~ I think you know very well how the prince slept," Bel hinted, grinning as he looked over at Fran.
"Well thanks for the image," Mammon sighed, floating over to his seat. "Really, one would think that after three years, you two would've dropped down on your nightly activities."
"Am I hearing inaproppriate conversation?" Fran said, walking back into the room with two bowls. He passed one to Bel and one to Mammon, then sat down and pulled his chicken fried rice back towards him. "Sure is quiet without fish-face," he sighed.
"Aw, does Fran miss his little uke buddy?" Mammon said, a smug look on his face. The other Mist's deadpan became even more blank.
"I miss fish-face like you miss your dear soap-opera buddy."
That shut the Arcobaleno up.
"Ushishi~ Froggy, after breakfast, let's play video games!" Bel announced. His lover sighed.
"Y'know, Bel, ever since we got that last year," Fran started, "you've been completely addicted. I think it's totally appropriate that you find better entertainment." Belphegor thought hard, and soon came up with some so-called better entertainment.
STAB.
Fran glanced at the knife in his shoulder, before turning back to his prince. "Classic," he commented.
"Totally."
After breakfast, Mammon went back into his study to... well, study... and the prince and frog couple moved on to the living room - the one by the entrance where there weren't any distracting video games. The two slid down on to the couch, and Fran held out his hand. He smiled as he saw the storm ring on his left ring finger. "It's almost been a year," he murmured.
"Yeah. Almost," Bel answered, his lips pulling back into his signature smile. "Aren't you glad that the prince made a move on you?"
Fran reflected on their past, and his lips played with the notion of a smirk as he replied, "Am I glad that you killed a man, then kissed me in order to get rid of the taste? Still wish you were more romantic about it." Bel pouted, and the frog laughed, before embracing his beloved princely senpai. "I'm just kidding. If it weren't for you, I'd still be stuck with a pineapple fairy."
"Yeah. And nowadays, that pineapple is hanging out with a skylark," Bel giggled.
"A skylark whose also cannibalistic," Fran added.
"Shishishi~ When you think about it, we're one of the only normal couples around," the prince said.
"Yeah, 'cept we're both dudes," the illusionist snickered. The two came in, and met each other in a kiss, embracing as well. Fran reached up, combing his fingers through the poorly brushed blonde hair, holding his prince close. They parted for a moment, and Belphegor gave another little laugh.
"Ushishi~ You know? This beats video games by a long shot," he murmured. Fran gave a small nod, and the two continued.
Meanwhile...
"Huff... huff... huff," panted the white-haired male as he stopped before a town. "No one should recognize me," he sighed. "But just to be safe..." He took the scarf that he had swiped in a previous town, and wrapped it around his face until it covered the identifying mark on his cheek, and he put the hood of his cloak on over his head. He continued on through the town, sighing as he saw how busy it actually was.
'I'll have to find cover soon,' he thought. 'This simply won't do.'
The white-haired male continued on through the town, searching for something he could recognize, say, an old Millefiore building, or maybe even a Vongola building.
... That was it!
A Vongola building!
'The Varia should be around here,' the man considered. 'Maybe if I can find them... I can...'
The thoughts drifted off as he experienced a reality check. The Varia showed no mercy even to his subordinates after he was gone. Once his presence was concealed by Vindice, they attacked his closest subordinates, only stopping at the order of Vongola X. But he soon shook things off again.
Because whether they meant him harm or not...
They were his only hope.
-End Chapter
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