Disclaimer: There's a world filled where I own rainbows, cookies, lots of money, and Reborn. Sadly that is not this world.

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS. I was really nervous about the story because it is a pretty different plot line than The Aftermath and I Forgot To Say Out Loud. But I thank you deeply for the reviews they really encouraged me.

Ah! I got asked questions! I got all giggly inside when I saw those.

This will be a multi-chapter story! I just was having issues updating. 14 year old Fran lives with the Kokuyo gang. Kind of. Sort of. You'll see. And Shishishi silly! I can't tell you Bel's means of acquiring Fran, that would spoil things!

For finding Mukuro, Fran can blame Reborn for that one. The Varia/Bat cave/Fran hideout will be revealed in the next chapter! Oh and I think that Bel because he is a genius remembers the feeling of being transported into the future and returning so he knew to grab the hat in time. Like when Lambo leaves, it's almost as if he predicts he's leaving. HAHAHA I think Bel was probably so arrogant, that he was like 'obviously this was work of the Prince, who was even seme in the past' except in more Bel-ish terms.

Thank you for the reviews again! I apologize for the extremely long authors note! Please read and review! :D

THIS IS VERY POORLY EDITED I AM SORRY I GOT VERY LAZY PLEASE EXCUSE THE MISTAKES.

Lussuria was good at a few things. One, was that he had a natural talent to pick up on romantic tension, especially of the homosexual kind. They sent out a special vibe, that Lussuria could find no matter how well disguised.

Bel-chan had been emanating them ever since they returned. It wasn't just the occasional wave or two-they were consistent Sure, he looked like the same old Bel; nothing had changed physically and none of the other Varia noticed. But there was no denying it though; he had been acting suspicious lately.

They returned to Italy almost immediately, and Bel (who loved Italy) complained about going back so soon. Not only that but he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts constantly, and it would take him several moments to respond. He would spend hours going through the Varia files, and appeared to be searching for something that he refused to discuss with anyone else.

He could only assume it had something to do with the boy from the future. He still remembered how Fran-chan had said in his adorable monotone way that Bel was raping him. He imagined it would affect anyone.

Lussuria had a tendency to push things in the direction he wished them to go. Even if they not did work out or if people died in the process; he still urged them to follow his destined path. So he thought about lending Bel a hand with his certain predicaments, what did he have to lose? If things went as planned they would be seeing more of an adorable green haired boy, and if they didn't than Lussuria would know where an adorable green haired boy resided.

It was a win-win right?

He knew that Bel wouldn't accept help from a commoner, so his methods of assistance were undergoing a challenge. That was until one fateful day about two weeks from the incident when the Prince stormed into the kitchen significantly pissed off.

He threw a knife at the wall, and missed Lussuria by near centimeters. He sat down at the table and drilled the tip of another into the wood.

"Bel-chan is something bothering you?" He asked, tentatively. While he wanted to help Bel, the young male tended to be very…unstable. Crazy would be another word for it.

"Nothing is bothering the Prince." He spoke through gritted teeth, and never took his eyes off the knife. Lussuria sighed and pushed a plate of freshly cooked pancakes in front of him. He enjoyed cooking and cleaning, and considered himself the mother of the household.

Bel pushed the plate aside, "How can someone so superior as the Prince not even locate a simple peasant?"

Lussuria's eyes nearly sparkled with excitement. So he was right! He was right! His mind already skipped off with images of dressing up Fran in female attire, sneaking cameras into their bedrooms, watching the tapes from their nightly activ-

There was a loud groan that interrupted his thoughts, "The Prince can't find the pineapple or the frog." He was talking more to himself than to anyone else, and could care less whether Lussuria was there or not.

"Did you try asking Mammon?"

"The cheeky baby is out with the other babies."

"You could try asking Tsunayoshi."

Bel frowned, and then smiled, "Ushishi the weak Decimo? I don't think that he would have anything to do with a 'pineapple that pretends to be a wo-'" He froze, and for a second said nothing.

He then stood up from his seat, and without a word disappeared to his room. He came back in a couple of minutes, with two bags in each hand. One, was very abnormally shaped and the familiar eye of a large hat poked through the handle.

"Bel-chan…?"

He turned back and looked over his shoulder with an arrogant smirk, "The Prince is a genius."

The Varia was a strange squad. No one questioned Bel as he arbitrarily left for Japan. Squalo as captain was irritated because the missions would have to be rearranged. He even left furious voice messages on his phone that included streams of curse words.

That was before they figured out that he had never brought the phone with him, and it was still tucked in the corner of his desk. This all led to a final conclusion:

The Prince had no intention of returning to Italy any time soon.

Bel could have broken into the Sawada household. He could have woken Decimo up by pressing a knife to his neck and threatening him. He could have cut him open until he screamed and begged for mercy, until he was in tears as he told Bel the pineapple's location.

He could have done all of those things, but instead he knocked twice on the front door. Why? Because he preferred to watch his prey squirm and try to run before he killed them. If a knife was near him, than he would only get a flicker of fear before the boy went into his dying will mood.

This way, he could see his face pale, and his eyes widened.

A young woman with short brown hair and an apron tied around her waist opened the door.

"Oh, good morning, are you one of Tsuna's friends?"

He nodded, and took a step inside when she opened the door wider.

"Tsu-kun, your friend is here!" She called up the stairs. There was an unintelligible confused answer, and then a few loud bangs and crashes before the Vongola boss came running down the stairs.

"Gokude-HIEEE!" He fell down the last three steps and looked up in shock at the Varia prince standing in his hall way.

"Bel-bel-phe-phe-gor?" He stood up wobbly, and shakily came towards him, "Wh-what are you doing here?"

He walked to the side of the shorter boy, "Ushishi, I came to speak with Decimo." Out of view from Nana he flicked out a knife stashed up his sleeve. Tsuna audibly gulped.

"W-we can talk in my room." He gestured to upstairs, and followed Bel hesitantly.

As the two disappeared, Nana put a hand to her cheek and sighed. "Tsuna has such handsome friends."

She didn't know that around Tsuna, handsome and deadly tend to go in an amorous embrace. It was early in the morning, and Tsuna was still in his pajamas. Bel had decided it was best to arrive before his guardians inhabited his house. Not that he wouldn't mind cutting up them up again, but the Prince wanted his information promptly.

Tsuna sat down and slouched against his bed. Bel leaned against the wall across from him.

"W-what did you wa-nt t-to talk to me ab-bout?"

A grin spread across Bel's face and he whipped out his knife. By 'speak' Bel didn't mean conversation. He meant endanger the other's life for the means of the location. Suddenly just as he moved a little closer, a bullet flew between the two of them. If Bel had shifted only a little he would've been shot.

He spun around, and hissed, "Who dares try to shoot the Prince?"

A child in a suit and with a chameleon sitting on top of his hat jumped down from the window. He ignored Bel and pointed the transformed gun at his pupil's head.

"Dame-Tsuna, stop stuttering it makes you look like even more of a loser."

"Reborn!" He cried and spun around to face his tutor, "When-how, did you get in here?"

Reborn disregarded his question, and had walked over to Bel; he aimed the small green gun at the assassin's forehead. His small mouth turned into a frown.

"What do you want with my student?"

He twirled the knife with one finger, and hid it back into his jacket. The action showed that –for now- he would tolerate conversing. Of course that toleration was filled with disappointment of being denied of cutting someone. He supposed it was the information that really mattered. Though blood would always take precedents over anything else in his mind.

"I'm looking for a pineapple man." If spoken by anyone else, the demand would have probably sounded ridiculous.

Tsuna furrowed his eyebrows together and glanced between Bel and Reborn with a confused expression.

"…Pineapple?"

Reborn jumped off the ground and with an impressive aerial height, kicked Tsuna in the head. Tsuna fell over and landed face down on the carpet. He rubbed the growing lump on his head, and was unable to rise up as Reborn stood on top of him like king of a mountain.

"Useless, don't you even know your own guardians?" Reborn used his head as a stepping stone as he moved back down to ground level. Tsuna sat up and tilted his head to the side even more confused now, and in pain. It took him a minute or two before he responded.

"Pineapple? Guardians?" He paused again, deep in thought, and then he hesitantly replied, "…Are you looking for Mukuro ?"

Bel didn't answer right away. The ring battles had been a little over a year ago, and the Prince had blocked most of it out of his mind. He had settled with the fact that he had actually won, and the other peasants were recalling the situation wrong. He vaguely remembered the illusionist who had fought Mammon. He normally didn't make a point to learn their names, but anyone who could hold his own against the Arcobaleno spurred the Prince's limited interests.

The Prince possessed a photographic (but selective) memory, and he was able to picture Mukuro. Now that he mentioned it, the guardian did have a rather fruity shaped hairstyle.

"That's the Illusionist-peasant?" His finger was twitching towards his pockets.

"Y-yeah, but why are you looking for Mukuro?"

Reborn had disappeared out of sight-apparently decided to leave the meeting up to the future Vongola boss. It would be good training, supposedly. Tsuna had yet to notice that he was gone. He must be used to the strange behavior of his tutor.

So Bel reached for his knife and in a matter of seconds had it against Tsuna's pulse.

"I need his location."

"Hieee!" Tsuna looked between the knife, Bel, and his dying will pills on the night stand out of arms reach. "I-I can tell you where he may be." His eyes shifted over to the pills once again, and before Bel could blink he reached over and grabbed the container.

The move was sudden and the knife had left a small slit of blood on his throat. He popped a pill into his mouth and slipped on his mittens. His dying will mode took over and his normal brown eyes changed to the yellow orange.

His voice changed from the squealing high-pitch to a low one with no fear, "I'll tell you where, but you have to tell me your reasons."

Bel didn't want to challenge him. The Prince was smart, and he knew that with those pills he was no longer the weak middle schooler, but Vongola Decimo-no longer someone to be trifled with. It was too early, and he had jet lag. No matter how much he craved to spill more blood; this was not the time, nor the correct person.

Not saying that the Prince wasn't stronger than the Vongola, but he had seen Decimo's power and it was something that would be troublesome to fight with.

"He knows where I can find the frog."

The answer seemed to be suitable enough for Tsuna. Even though he was unsure of why Bel would be chasing after a 'frog' the answer didn't contain any meanings of killing, so it was okay. He was also aware the Prince was crazy, and that contributed to it.

"He would most likely be in Kokuyo Land."

Bel stood up to leave but with a whooshing noise Tsunayoshi blocked his exit.

"If you ever hurt my guardians…" A flame appeared in his palm as an end to the sentence.

Bel grinned and pushed past him, "Ushishi you are an interesting peasant."

He found Kokuyo Land easily, after frightening one of the civilians near to death when he asked.

It wasn't exactly a palace. It appeared to be some sort of run-down theme park. There were machines that had lost their paint and had turned to a dull grey color. It was filthy, and looked to be completely deserted. For a minute Bel's killing aura rose as he imagined that Tsunayoshi had lied to him.

That was until he saw a young girl sitting on the corner of the theater. He recognized her as the girl that changed into the pineapple-illusionist when fights turned sour.

Oh, 'pretends to be a woman' that's what it is.

As she heard Bel approaching her head snapped up. She stood up and her face blanched. She grasped her trident in both hands and prepared to defend herself, but her knees still trembled. She was remembering what had happened during the ring battles, and when they had captured her.

"W-hat do you want?" Her voice was quiet and tried to hold a semblance of strength in it.

Bel flicked out three knives, and threw them at the girl. Two were deflected by her trident, but the third was plunged into her upper thigh.

"The Prince needs to speak with the other illusionist." Bel knew how it worked, when his little Chrome was in danger- Mukuro appeared. That was a reoccurring pattern in the previous fights he had witnessed. She began to try to conjure an illusion, but Bel immediately scraped her hands with a few more knives.

"With Mukuro-sama?" She seemed confused, and flinched as another blade hit her arm. She hadn't seemed to notice the wires that surrounded her. As soon as she stepped forward she was pierced by their thin strings. Small cuts appeared all over her body and she yelped at the sudden pain. She was trapped inside as her trident fell to the ground.

Bel rose the knife inches away from her face, "Ushishi tell the Prince where the frog is."

Before he could pierce her skin, a booming voice interrupted, "Kakipi, did you hear something?"

Her saviors emerged from the shadows behind the theater. There was two, one very tall with a serious expression and glasses, another short with a scars on his cheeks.

The shorter one had animalistic characteristics exploded, "Hey! Let go of Mukuro-sama's vessel!"

A soft voice spoke up, and put a restraining hand on his shoulder, "Ken. That's Prince the Ripper."

His fighting stance staggered a little, the name alone was notorious. Bel weaved one hand between the cracks in the wires, and gripped the back of her hair. He tilted her head backwards so the skin was sliced again. He cut back a few of the wires in order to press one knife to her already slit flesh. She was completely immobile, not knowing where she could move her body so it wouldn't be cut.

"Where's my frog?"

Ken's and 'Kakipi''s faces paled. Unknowing to Bel, they had been warned beforehand about the Prince and his frog, and had been given specific details how to handle the situation. Under no circumstances were they supposed to let Belphegor see Mukuro's pupil.

So, they became quiet, too quiet, for Bel's liking. He pressed the blade farther in until blood was drawn.

Ken began to panic, "She doesn't know anything Fra-"

Chikusa elbowed him roughly and interrupted, "Ken!" It was too late, Bel already figured it out. He cut the wires in one swoop, and she fell from her suspended position back to the ground.

A pattern of intricate knives formed around him in a floating position. Ken placed a teeth cartage into his mouth, and Chikusa took his yo-yos out of his pockets. They faced Bel in a fighting position and prepared for the attack.

"Ushishi, the Prince will spill your blood."

With a snarl, Ken charged towards him and tried to slash his newly formed claws at Bel's vital body parts. He never got close enough before a series of knives were lodged into his arms, legs, and stomach. Ken stumbled backwards and he fell against Chikusa as blood began to drip from his legs.

Ken pulled the knives out, "How do you know about him?"

Chikusa left his side and jumped into the air. A shower of needles poured down on Bel, but all were deflected by a wall of invisible wires. Chikusa dodged the various knives, by using his yo-yos as shields.

"How do filthy commoners know of him?" Bel threw another knife at Ken, as he began to regain strength.

He panted, and removed it from the crook of his arm. He spit on the ground, and changed cartages, "Who are you calling a commoner, freak?"

Bel frowned slightly, extremely disliking that Ken was still standing, wobbling, but still up. He did not forget the other one who had remained silent during the entire exchange. The wire bounced the needle and it missed Bel by a centimeter. It was enough to make Chikusa believe that he had a chance.

"What do you want with Fran?" He whispered, his voice still steady.

Bel's maniac grin returned in full-force as he brought Chikusa down from the air by cutting his leg deep. He landed in a half crouch next to Ken.

"Mukuro-sama told us in the letter not to let the mafia have him yet, especially the 'Varia Prince'." Ken growled, and he tried to move but was stopped as he looked downwards at the amount of blood pooling around his feet.

"We won't tell you right, Kakipi?" His features adapted to the new teeth and he went to attack again. Chikusa jumped into the air, and swung his yo-yos simultaneously at Bel.

"The Prince is bored."

Dozens of knives flew into the air, and were easy to dodge. They two became confused at the sudden change in tactics, and let their guard down. Soon they were impaled by thin invisible wires. Ken howled in pain, and Chikusa winced.

"Shishi, the Prince will kill you now."

Just as he prepared his final strike, indigo mist erupted from Chrome. Her body disappeared, and in its place was a thin young man with mismatched eyes and a unique hairstyle.

"Kufufu, Prince the Ripper is here earlier than expected. You weren't supposed to be arriving for another week, at least."

With his trident he cut the wires, and his two subordinates fell to the ground in twitching injured heaps.

"You're the pineapple?" The knives raised in the air around his body once again. A new opponent, a new set was required.

Mukuro's smile faltered a little, "I have been referred to that by Little One." He braced his trident, and they were enveloped inside of an illusion. There were indigo shifting walls, but nothing disturbing had popped out yet. He knew these illusions-these illusions had battled against Mammon.

"The Prince wants to see his frog."

An eye popped out of a wall, and tentacles began to scoot across the floor.

"I'd figure you would say that, but there is no way."

Abruptly the illusion was shattered, and a monotone voice interrupted their blooming conversation,

"Pineapple-master, there seems to be quite the disturbance over my presence. I think it would be better if I came out now."

Sorry! Not a lot of Bel/Fran in this chapter! This was sort of a transition one. Thank you for reading! Please Review!