Hey There Delilah
haven't listened to that song in ages.

I wrote this for the Lovely (with an intentional capital L) MikaUchiha666.
Lovey, lovey, love her.

Yes.

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word count: 653

[I do not own any KHR characters]
The OC in this shot belongs to MikaUchiha666, you should check her stuff out. She's an awesome writer.

=Advice/Comments are loved=

_Dee_

On a day like any other in the Varia mansion, a girl named Mika is currently in the kitchen and attempting to fix herself something to eat. The chefs are at the market grabbing ingredients for tonight's dinner, or else she would just make one of them do it. She sighs.

Her deep blue eyes scan the various boxes and bags in the pantry, finally pulling down a box of cookies, eating two, and putting the box back. Ugh, I don't want that, she thought. She looks around more. Marshmallows. Her bright pink tongue licks her lips, contrasting to her soft and pale skin. Mika loves marshmallows. She grabs the bag and pops two perfectly puffed plumps of sugar into her mouth. Her cheeks inflate, giving her a chipmunk quality.

These aren't cutting it either, she thought.

It is in this moment, that a certain leader of Varia walks through the door. With a small yet classy crown on his head, and a bottle of champagne in hand, a certain prince stumbles through the door with only one thing in mind. Head.

Where's that concubine of mine, he thought while his drunken face flushed redder with every sip of his Cristal. Under his thick mop of hair, eyes that could belong to one only as royal as Belphegor, scan the kitchen in his stupor. He's searched everywhere in the house for her except here. Mika curiously checks to see who is in the kitchen with her.

Bel sees her face and grins. "Concubine! It is time to pay your homage to your prince!" His feet stumble to the left.

A finger pushes Mika's black-rimmed glasses up a she lets an eyebrow rise in question. "And what do I owe you?"

"Ushi shi shi shi… you owe me your life, and you will pay it in servitude." His hand grabs onto the island to stable himself.

"You're drunk. Go away."

"Not until you drink from the bottle~."

Mika, while flipping her jet black hair over her shoulder, walks over to the drunken prince. She snatches the bottle from his hand, takes a large swig, and dramatically places it on the island. "There. You happy?"

The ripper's grin gets more devious. "Wrong bottle."

He points down.

She groans and tries to walk away, but Bel will not allow her to deny thy duty to the prince inside the pants. He yanks her by the top of her head and forces her to kneel in front of him. "Your task awaits, peasant concubine."

She glares and immediately exacts her revenge: she bites the little prince.

Mika didn't even bite hard, but there was enough pressure in the bite for the red queen to easily yell "Off with her head." Bel quickly steps back, throwing three knives that slice across her cheek. Any other time, these blades would've killed her, but he's too drunk and is seeing everything spin. The grin is gone. "You dare defy me?"

Mika rolls her eyes and walks towards the fridge.

This angered Bel to no end. First she bites him, then walks away from him? There will be castigation for such subversion. He storms in.

Now browsing in the fridge, Mika tiptoes her short-self up. She has figured out what she wants to eat. Filet Mignon. Her mouth is salivating to the thought of the cut grilled medium rare, still slightly bleeding as she slices it into bite-size chunks. She grins, her fingers touching the top shelf…

Yanked!

Mika jumps to someone grabbing the back of her light pink jersey-knitted dress and throwing her into the kitchen table that is only there for show. The prince bends her over the table and flips the skirt of her dress up to reveal her small and bare butt. "BEL, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!"

"Giving my concubine her royal spanking~."