Authoress Notes: Sorry, it took me so long to write this chapter I'm in the middle of finals/final prep right now! Not that, that's much of an excuse…hopefully the next chapter will be longer! I re-wrote this like three times, it just didn't want to come out right!

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn or any of the amazingly supertastic characters in it. I wish I did!

-----Chapter Two-----

Fran was becoming vaguely annoyed. Actually that was an understatement, he was exceedingly annoyed. His stupid sempi had agreed to meet him almost two hours before, yet here he was, alone, searching through dimly lit, dingy alleys trying to find the idiotic man.

The green haired boy sighed heavily; the older man was most likely just off sulking about having to spend his visit to Japan with his "Un-cute kohai" and "the stupid bomb-brat". Honestly the Varia claimed Fran was the most annoying with his constant critism, but how could he EVER be as annoying as the blonde man? After all the "prince" was superior in every regard.

Fran pulled out his cell phone in annoyance, trying for what seemed like the fiftieth time to get through to Bel.

"The number you have dialed is currently unavailable, ple-"

Fran struggled to keep his face impassive as he snapped the phone shut. The one night Bel finally decides to leave his phone ON he can't be bothered to ANSWER IT. Storming around another corner he saw someone lying on the ground in a puddle, or something of the like. Probably some stupid druggie had over-dosed and passed out.

Moving forward Fran was prepared to stomp on the unidentified man's head. Maybe killing the few brain cells the slob had remaining would make him feel better about his missing in action superior.

Suddenly Fran paused, staring at the figure closely, as if he was not fully prepared to believe who he thought he saw was real. He had realized who it was.

His sempai was lying prone on the ground, in the middle of a small pool of blood and some sticky substance Fran did not want to identify. Usually pristine blonde hair was tousled and coated in the substance from before. His tiara was laying a few feet away glinting in the moonlight.

"Bel-sempai," the green haired boy began timidly, trying to test for consciousness. "Bel-sempai are you okay?"

Fran was almost happy that he did not receive a reply as that was probably the single most stupid thing he possibly could have asked. Bending down to his superiors level the young illusionist tried to think of a plan.

He need to bring the prince somewhere safe, and fast. Gokudera's apartment was the obvious choice. Although the blonde would never forgive Fran for allowing the bomb user to see him so vulnerable desperate times call for desperate measures.

Leaning down the green haired boy lifted his sempai carefully, thankful that his baggy striped shirt was so long. Moving away from the alley, Fran suddenly paused and turned around. Still holding Bel carefully he retrieved the tiara from the ground as well. There would be hell to pay if he forgot that.

-----Chapter Two END-----

Authoress Notes: Okay so more will happen next chapter! I promise! I'm sorry this chapter was rushed even despite the time it took me to put out…I love reviews and critism so send me hate mail or just plain old "write more damn you!" mail! Thank You for reading :)

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