Here is chapter two.
I already did a disclaimer in the first chapter.
I also apologized for the Austria thing.
This should count for the whole story.

Pairings: Still B26

So let's start.


"Do you trust me?" – "No!"


Fran's POV.:

I saw Bel walking back inside, but I ignored it.
I rather concentrated on the stones that flew around me in the air.
I had to stop my training a few minutes later thought, because, using real illusions to let things fly around was taking much energy and I would still need some of that later… on my mission… in Austria.

I made my way inside and run into… literally run into the long haired commander Squalo – sempai.
"Voi, Fran! Watch were your fucking step! Oh and you should go get Bel down here, you two should get on the way in about…" he looked at his watch and sighed , "actually you guys should be already sitting in a car on the highway now."
The man really overdid it with working… I mean he did everything!
Planning and doing his own missions, helping all the other members to plan theirs, correcting the reports and even play the secretary for Xanxus.

I nodded.
"Pardon Squalo-sempai." And left to get to Bel's room where I thought he would be right now.
I knocked on the door politely.
It got opened by one of Varia's lowest rank workers.

"Yes Sir?" he asked.
*Still creepy to get called 'Sir' by people that are older than myself.* I thought.
"Is Bel-sempai here?"
The guy nodded.
"May I come in then?" I asked, getting a little inpatient when the man just wouldn't make space.
"Yes sir!" he let me in and the first thing I did was looking around.

It was a big room.
Bigger than mine.
Actually a little too big for my liking.
Also it was much tidier than I had expected it from the fake-prince.
But it was likely that Bel himself wasn't the person that held the room this clean after all.
There was a big panorama window with a great sigh to the gate of the castle and the biggest king-size-bed I had ever seen was standing in the middle of the room.
It wasn't that king-size that the hotel's offered.
More of the king-size only a real King could afford and therefor sleep in... Let's just call it fake-prince-size-bed.
It seemed a little overkill to me.
The room got rounded up by the blonde fake-prince laying diagonal over the bed reading a book.
At least I guessed he did so, because I couldn't actually see if his eyes were fixed on the pages or somewhere else.

I sat down on the bed mustering him for a while.
He reminded me of the Cheshire cat.
Not only his characteristic grin, but also his one or two sizes too big, striped shirt (which still looked good on him… guess he's just one of these people that could run around in a trash bag and still would look hot – again I was thinking stuff I shouldn't think of) and the way he was moving around or now, laying on his bed also reminded me of said cat.

"What you want?" he interrupted my thoughts about his similarities with the striped animal of Alice in Wonderland.
*You shouldn't have looked at him this long, he is no good and a sadistic manipulative liar!* I schooled myself.
"The long-haired-commander told me to get you down because we really need to go. He said we already are late." I answered.
"As Froggy can see, I am still packing. I'll get down as soon as I am done." He said, seemingly getting back to his book.


Belphegor's POV.:

I had found someone to pack my luggage.
I handed him the list of the things I needed and lay down on my bed to read while he did his new found job.
And then it knocked.
I nodded as permission for the peasant to open the door.
"Is Bel-sempai here?"… Oh for bloody god's sake, even his voice was enough to distract me.
As the peasant had answered the question, the voice got heard once again.
"May I come in then?"
The peasant made some space for Fran to get in.
My concentration was once again held captive by the frog as soon as he stepped inside.
He was watching around my room skeptical and then he came over and set down next to me.

*Look at your book, not at the cute little kouhai of yours… Look at the bloody book..-.*
I really tried as hard as I could to take my eyes off him, but feeling his gaze seemingly undressing me in the boy's mind, didn't exactly make things easier.
"What you want?" I asked as I finally admitted my defeat against his mysterious power to catch my attention again and again, every time I tried to get it off of him.
"The long-haired-commander told me to get you down because we really need to go. He said we already are late." Fran answered.
"As Froggy can see, I am still packing. I'll get down as soon as I am done." I snapped, and pretended to turn my focus back to my book.

"You? Packing?" Fran asked, monotone as ever, but I was still able to hear is mockery inside of that sentence. "I see only a poor man packing your stuff and you laying on your bed, lazy-prince-sempai."
If I wouldn't know it better, I'd say he was angry at me, but gladly I knew better.
He couldn't be angry because he was an emotionless brat… or at least pretended to be.
"I know, but still, I am the one who controls the packing this man does, and on top of that, I'll pay him. So maybe I am not the one who actually packs, but I still am needed for the process of doing so." I explained, trying really hard to not look up from my book.

I could practically feel Fran glaring at me.
Then he got up and took the list out of the peasant's hand and suddenly many things in the room began flying into my suitcase… first of them was my book.
"Done, can we go now?" Fran asked, still seeming annoyed… or he would, if he wouldn't be an emotionless brat.


Done with this one as well.
Thank you to everyone who read this up until this place.
Again a thank you to my Hikari.

Have a nice day.

ByeBee