Whoo~ Okay, chapter three . . . And still crappy. I'm sorry. v.v I really will try to work harder on the next one, and I really appreciate all the people who are still following this story, if it wasn't for you guys I honestly think I would have given up by now. o.o

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR! ( Sadly. )

I don't know what's wrong with him. Lately that stupid frog has been acting funny. Blunt-- Though he was blunt before, but . . . It is absolutely annoying to hear him speak his mind with out any regard to my knives. Like he doesn't care anymore . . . About anything, not even himself; Last week he didn't bathe at all, to the point where I threw him into a pond just to get the disgusting smell off of him. It didn't help much, but Lussuria sure took care of him after that and forced-- Hm, no . . . Force wasn't the right word. That stupid frog was like a living doll now, a hollow empty shell that wouldn't do anything with out being moved by someone else. So, to correct that statement, Lussuria placed him into the bath tub, and washed him clean to the whole Varia's relief.

Personally, if I wasn't in the bedroom next to his, I would think he had possibly cracked like the rest of the members thought, I would think that the Varia was too much for him, but . . . That's not the case. I have yet to investigate into it, mostly because it usually happens in the middle of the night, and a prince needs his beauty sleep-- But everyday at the stroke of one ( And I mean one in the morning. ) . . . I hear things, he talks to himself, or . . . That's how it seems anyway. I assumed he was insane until I heard him scream 'MAMMON' at the top of his lungs. That's the night I was tempted to look, but I was suddenly very tired after that, and ended up falling asleep. This has been going on for a little over five days now, and tonight . . . I was finally going to see what exactly was going on that was making that uncute kohai go mad.

It was a almost one, and I was fidgeting impatiently by the door, waiting . . . Listening . . . Curious to see if another voice would echo before Fran yelled. I cocked my head to the side, looking to the clock on the wall; One more minute. Almost time.

I could feel my heart slam against my chest, thinking of the possible blood I could spill if it turned out to be an intruder of some sort . . . Maybe a black mailer trying to get something out of Fran, not that the stupid frog was my worry. I had no worries, I just hoped to smell the blissful sent of fresh, warm crimson liquid as it leaked out from the body of whoever was in there. With all this running through my head, my body trembled with excitement, I couldn't wait.

Again my eyes scanned the clock; Five, four, three, two, one . . . "Why do you keep coming!?" Finally! I kicked the door open, looking about the room. All I could see was Fran on his bed, looking pathetic as he sat with his legs to his chest, hands against his head, eyes wide and scared as he shook with fear.

"What the--? Who the hell are you talking to?" Not the best time, but I couldn't help but notice his frog hat was on the floor carelessly. It pissed me off a bit, but I wasn't going to mention such a small thing . . . Yet.

He seemed bewildered that I was here, staring at me like I had asked the stupidest question in the world. "What do you mean who?! Him! I'm talking to Mammon idiot!" He pointed straight out in front of him, and I looked, to see nothingness. So, Fran really had lost it? Damn, that didn't make things half as fun as it would have been if there really had been someone there.

"What are you crying about you stupid frog? There isn't anyone there. Are you telling me you've been keeping me up for the past five nights with damned yelling for nothing?" Despite my harsh and threatening words, I still had my same charming laid back tone, and my Cheshire cat grin gracing my lips. Frowning wasn't really my thing, I loved to creep people out with my grin, it made killing them so much more entertaining..

He seemed disjointed, like I was the crazy one. He looked across to the empty side of the room, glaring at the nothingness. He really must have lost it, maybe it would be best if I just put him out of his misery now? No that was a little cruel, I'd give him a chance to explain first . . . If he could.

I don't know exactly what happen next, I just know I didn't think it was real. Fran literally growled like a rabid dog, and pounced off the bed to the other side of the room. I knew my grin had faded, there was something seriously wrong with Fran.

"WHERE ARE YOU?!?" He yelled, I stepped forward and plunged a knife into his back, making him stop and fell over instantly screaming in pain. That was the second time this week Fran had shown signs of pain and agony. "Dammit . . ." I couldn't see his face, and I didn't have to to know he was crying, his shaky voice gave that away. What had broken him? He used to be so much fun to torture, now it would just be a waste of breath to even try.

Unconsciously I kneeled down beside him, turning him over so I could see his tear stained face. This was just depressing, he almost looked like a helpless little kid, it made me sick. "Get up . . ." My voice was like ice, and there was no humor or playful expression on my face. This needed to stop, and it needed to stop now. A moment of pause, then I stood up and yanked him back onto his feet, only to push him harshly onto the bed. "What the Hell is going on, Fran?" I hated using his real name, it sounded awful, a prince acting as if a commoner leveled up with him. That wasn't the problem for once though . . . The problem was Fran was getting on my last nerve . . . Right? That's why I was doing this. It's not like I cared for the stupid frog or anything.

He sniffled, wiping his eyes free from the salty water. "I don't understand, how can you not see--" He hiccuped. "Ee Mammon? He was right over there!" He shook his head.

Mammon again . . . That wasn't-- Was it? Well, the two were illusionists, was it possible that Mammon was still within the Varia? Possibly tormenting Fran with horrific illusions? Trying to make him crack? "I can't see him, or, I didn't see him. You know you're making the whole Varia think you're crazy. They way you've been acting the last couple of days. You're not yourself, and it's pissing me off." I muttered.

The teal eyes looked up at me with anger, and as he stood up from the bed I realized how close I was to the edge of it. "I'm not crazy! You have to believe me! The things he shows me, the dreams he forces into my head, the things Mammon talks about . . . It's enough to make you crack!" I didn't know what he was talking about, and the fact that we were standing chest to chest and he was yelling up at me was just getting on my last nerve.

"Shut up, I'm right in front of you stupid frog!" I yelled back down at him.

His body trembled, and he lashed out at me obviously not seeing the flaw in his attack. Since we were so close, I easily stepped back, to which he replied to with grabbing the collar of my jacket and yanking me forward with his fist heading toward my face. I quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping it just before it even touched my nose. Oh he was going to die right now. It would have to wait a few more moments though, the force of my body pushing forward so violently to stop him was enough to send us both toppling over as we lost balance.

Everything blanked out for a moment, and the scene slowly came into view. I sat up, realizing my fingers were still gripped tightly around Fran's small wrist, pinning it to the bed below us . . . Wait, bed? Ah crap. I was glad it was the middle of the night, because if anyone would have seen this I would have been pinned as a rapist or something. With me above Fran, practically sitting on him, and his night shirt half way up his stomach with his breathing deep and loud, this could have been taken in a very wrong manner. The fact I thought about it that way made the whole situation much worse then someone else thinking of it like that though. What was wrong with me?