Author's Note:
I thank you all for your lovely reviews and follows. I am here to present you Chapter 2! I apologize for not being able to update as soon as I can. I shall try my best to make this story as interesting as my ability allows me to as an apology. Please do enjoy Prince Belphegor's and our little frog's love story.
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Summary:
Varia is a small country ruled by King Xanxus whom is in a serious need of anger management therapy (too bad he kills all therapists who dared to approach him…) and he lives happily in the castle with his loud, annoying queen named Superbi Squalo. They adopted Belphegor, a young prince of their neighbor country who was left homeless after he slaughtered all the people, including his family. When the prince turns 18, his handsomeness and grace has earned him quite a reputation among females and males around the neighbor countries and also the riches, with high authority among the people. The King and Queen and of course, the prince himself; has rejected all proposers and suitors by replying with a simple message: Trash. One day, on the prince's regular routine of wandering around Varia (to find victims for his knives' target), he meets a young man with a frog sitting on his head…
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Love in Varia: Chapter 2
"Stop following me, fake prince."
Hence, the monotone speaker earns another knife on his new hat…a green frog hat, a special present from a certain crowned blonde who has forgotten to cut his bangs, as Fran likes to call him although Prince Belphegor thinks not because he is a real prince, the prince of Varia. "The prince is not fake!" the blonde haired simply replies with a huge grin which again, increases certain someone's desire to stay further away from the prince.
"Stop stalking me, Your Highness," Perhaps it is due to the fact that he is speaking in monotone because whatever he says is totally ignore by Belphegor who keeps following him into the deep woods and they are almost reaching Fran's little hut and the frog hatted boy hates to bring any outsider to his residence.
Prince Belphegor only smirks when he sees a little wooden hut. Fran only sighs and mumbles something under his breath as he hangs all the washed wet laundries. "Froggy's house is cute, Ushishishishi! The Prince had decided to stay in your house for a few days, be honored."
"I think it is more of a torture than honor…"
O.O
The prince is not surprised that no one in the family knows about his true identity and honestly, he is quite glad about it. Prince Belphegor hates to act high, mighty and princely ever since he was born…because it is not his real, true self. That is the reason he did not hesitate when he killed the whole kingdom of people when he was just fucking 8. He feels an unusual relieve to kill, he feels the kind of pleasure he had never felt before when he sees blood burst from the little wound he make from a living being. He desires the thrill from time to time…
"Fran, who is this fucking piece of shit you brought back home?" a man's drunken voice asks in pure annoyance.
The prince can smell the strong scent of alcohol even when he is still standing outside the little hut. Even the smell is enough to cause dizziness…the sight of many fungi coated empty bottles makes the prince wants to puke his guts out. However, the green haired boy enters the house as if he is not bothered by the smell and the sight though Fran has quickly gotten himself out with just a small bag pack.
"Lets' go, Your Highness…" The frog hatted boy has purposely avoids a direct eye contact with the honorable guest but the prince notices a faint hatred burning in those expressionless green orbs.
Prince Belphegor says nothing and quietly follows the young peasant, they enter deeper into the forest and they soon reach a cave. "I don't want anyone to see that…" the green haired boy admits. He takes off his frog hat and clung to it as if his life depends on it while the prince has volunteer to light up a fire with the firewood he inside the cave which he believes are gathered by Fran.
"Ushishishishi... I don't see your mother," The prince asks as he sits by the fire to keep warm.
"She's probably dead since she's hunted by so many debtors."
Night in a forest can be quite cold…but not as cold as the young peasant's heart. Fran's parents are problems even when they are still young, his grandmother who is his only support has always tells his young grandson how nasty the two of them before he was born. Basically, the green haired boy grows up in strong hatred towards his parents. A family of heavy drinker father, an addicted gambler mother and an aged grandmother with bad eyesight…nothing much to talk about, honestly.
"Go prepare a meal for the prince, the prince is starving," the blonde haired royalty commands as he lies down, making himself comfortable leaning against the cold stone surface.
"Me can't cook, Your Highness," the green haired boy replies in his usual monotone.
Even when he is being honest, he still gets chased out from the cave by the prince's knives… Maybe he can poison him with his cooking, like his grandmother. Nah, he didn't want to ends up spending his entire lifetime in jail and there is a high possibility that he might get executed for murdering the Varia Prince. He is only 16 and he still wants to live on, get married and have a family to live happily ever after.
Fran manages to find some edible plants and mushrooms under the dim moonlight. The green haired boy only realizes he is actually quite hungry when he's cooking the vegetarian stew. Although the prince complains of the awkward taste, he does not waste it. The two boys manage to chit chat a little but most of the time, they remains silent.
"Froggy, the prince wants to sleep," the prince stands up and stretches lazily.
Without waiting for the green haired boys reply, the blonde haired prince sits beside the peasant and lean his head on the younger's shoulder. "Goodnight," Prince Belphegor simply replies. Since the prince's long bangs are covering his eyes, Fran only knows if the prince has slept or not by noticing his breathing whether the fake prince is faking or not. He continues to cling onto the gigantic frog hat and falls asleep, leaning against Prince Belphegor's soft blonde hair…
The 16-year-old boy is dreaming of having his very first kiss. It is a nice dream, really. They are standing in a huge, beautiful garden full of blooming spring flowers and the wind is blowing gently. The only twisting is that instead of bending down to meet the soft lips, his head is raised up… Therefore the girl he is kissing right now is taller than him, probably because the girl is wearing high heels. The girl has short hair and curls naturally, the touch tells Fran so.
"Ushishishishi… Stop sleep-flirting with the prince and get the fuck up!"
The green haired boy opens his eyes with a sharp pain on his back. Apparently, the prince pokes the younger boy with his ugly, awkward carved knives.