Disclaimer: If Reborn was mine Bel and Fran would be in every scene. Well not every scene, occasionally they would disappear and Fran would come back limping.

Hello! The reviews I got for The Aftermath said that I should continue. Though I didn't get many reviews on that…I've kind of gone into writer's depression. Haha ^^;

So this is chapter three! PLEASE REVIEW! Oh and for those of you who do not read The Aftermath, please let me know if you have any strong objections to me continuing this story because it differs to the current plot of Reborn. As always excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes…please…

So please read and review!

Bel's grin stretched from cheek to cheek. The knives around him dispersed as he took in the sight of his frog. The resemblance was strong, and there was no denying it was the boy from the future. His hair, even without the hat was unmistakable. The ends were shorter and brushed the bottom of his cheeks, but his bangs hung long and covered half of his emotionless eyes in an adorable disheveled fashion.

"Kufufu looks like you broke through the illusion inside little one?" Mukuro slid away from the battle towards his student.

"Yes, it was simple and reeked of pineapples."

Mukuro sent him a glare that had traveled through all six stages of hell, and raised his weapon to fire.

Before he could retaliate, Bel rushed forward and grasped Fran in a tight hug. He wound one arm across his lower back and the other across the upper. The action pressed Fran's slender shoulders against his and rendered him immobile.

However, this did not last long.

Bel switched positions and grabbed Fran by the jaw. He pressed their lips together, and tried to wiggle his tongue inside the younger boy's closed lips. Just as he was starting to make progress he was propelled backwards by an illusionary force.

He laid ten feet away on the ground, but the smile never left his face. He propped himself up on his elbows, before using his bruised hands to lift himself up.

"What the hell…." Fran rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand furiously. Mukuro tried to stifle his own laughter at his disciple's reaction.

"Kufufu I haven't seen little one this angry in a long time."

Bel regarded Fran's expressionless face. It was impossible to tell what he was feeling; he had trouble understanding how Mukuro could even find emotion in it. When he looked closer he could see the flicker of angry in Fran's eyes and the infuriated look at his master.

It did make sense; Fran was not yet the power illusionist as ten years in the future.

His voice remained a monotone drawl, "Master who is this ugly guy with the tiara who forgot to cut his hair?"

Bel's smile quickly turned into a frown. Did the frog not know who the Prince was? Surely that was not true. Fran was unfazed when his master wrapped an arm around his shoulders close to where Bel's had been before. Bel wasn't sure if it was meant to irritate him or Fran, but nonetheless Fran did not push him away.

"This is the Prince that was mentioned in the let-"

"Prince Belphegor and you are the frog," he interrupted all the while keeping his gaze on the lowering limb.

"So this is that idiot."

When Mukuro's arm settled around Fran's midsection, and he made no attempt to shove him away; Bel threw a knife at the taunting sneer. It was easily deflected by the pole of his trident and clattered next to his feet.

He only had a sample of how petite Fran was in the future, but in the past he gave Decimo a run for his money. He did not yet wear the bulky Varia coat, but instead a thin turtleneck. It hung low to his mid thighs, and draped at the right angles to display his protruding rib cage and pointed hip bones.

The arm was placed around the slight curvature of a waist. Mukuro's grip made the shirt collect around that area and proved the near non-existence to a stomach. Bel knew that's where a Prince's arm should be. That was what was right. He had to repeatedly remind himself that in the scheme of things killing the pineapple would have to wait till after he acquired his frog.

"Wait frog? Master is obviously a perverted pineapple," Fran regarded his master as if trying to find some difference in his appearance that would prove him to be more…frog like.

Mukuro stabbed Fran's side with a prong of the trident right above his arm. He twisted it once, before pulling it out. There was not even a single tear in the boy's clothing.

Bel used the knife raised at Mukuro to point at Fran. In a lighter voice he answered, "Ushishishi you are the un-cute frog."

There was silence. Well, except for Ken and Chikusa snickering, and covering their mouths to keep from bursting out in laughter at the ridiculous notion. The wires had gone slack when Fran appeared, and they were able to sit up. Though they were both bleeding in multiple places with deep severe injuries they made no move to treat them-this scene was too good to miss.

Fran was not yet immersed into the mafia world, so day in and day out it was just them having to deal with piles of snarky comments and an antagonistic attitude. It was nice to see the demeanor disturbed a little.

Fran squirmed out from his master to face him and gestured to the Prince, "This man is delusional. We should admit him into an institution."

Bel flicked the knife so it wedged in between Fran's splayed fingers. With immense remorse Bel did not notice even a wince of pain. It really was his frog, not a drop of blood spilled. He picked it out by the back and examined it closely.

"Ah, I see with these original knives…you want to fight? I prefer defense, so I'll reject that offer."

He bent it almost perfectly in half and tossed it over his shoulder nonchalantly. He turned on the heel of one of his knee high black boots, and headed back towards the theater.

Bel was sure he had clarified before, but he was going to take Fran back with him even if force was necessary. It was understandable if they couldn't comprehend-not everyone was at his Princely level.

"I'm taking froggy with me."

Five knives were thrown into his tight leggings and Fran stumbled before stopping in his tracks. He sighed and tilted his head upwards to face his master.

In a quiet voice he asked, "Can I kill him?"

Mukuro weighed the options. His little one had yet to be in a serious fight since he had gotten the Hell Ring. He was still adjusting to the attributes. The blood lust was always overwhelming the first few days, but his little one managed to quell it faster than any other illusionist he had heard of. However, he knew no matter how much his pupil hid it (quite convincingly to others) deep down he was itching for a fight.

Belphegor aroused several problems. He arrogantly thought he could steal Fran. He was under the ridiculous fantasy that Fran would run to him like an obedient Princess. Foolish.

The fight could easily be the solution. If Bel died, then everything would go back to normal. Or if he hurt Fran severely (Mukuro would intervene before anything deadly) he would dispel any thought of every following the Prince.

There was one serious complication.

The physical toll a hell ring took on someone's body took months to become completely accustomed too. Fran only had practiced for a week. Mukuro was concerned about his…size. Fran's body was small, not weak, but not used to becoming completely swallowed and transformed by the powers of hell. His abilities at the moment were uncontrollable. There was a higher chance of Fran endangering his own life than Bel even coming close.

"The Prince should warn you that he always wins~" Bel sang and cut off Mukuro's thoughts. He stood with his legs a little apart and his knives ready at his fingertips. There was blood-lust written all over his face with even the mention of fighting words.

He gently squeezed his pupil's lower arm and announced, "It'll be interesting."

With that he felt his hold slip and his little one becoming lost in his own illusions.

Those words were Fran's key, and he slipped on his hell ring. The reaction was immediate, his head felt hazy and the ground was shaking. But neither of those things effected his illusions.

Suddenly the broad daylight switched to the darkness of night. There were no stars, no moon, just an empty black sky. The area had been transformed to a place with a semblance to Kokuyo land. The buildings were blurry shadows, and the others were gone from side. The only light was of the flickering lamps that allowed Bel to see a few feet in front of him.

Fran was nowhere in sight.

"Hide and seek is my fa-vorite. Come out come out wherever you are."

Then in the in the distance he saw the silhouette of the boy slipping out of a building. Above his head in glowing lightening green were the numbers '666'.

Bel was a battle genius and he knew all about the hell rings- after all they had battled against Mammon. He had only seen their power once, and the impression it left was strong. Illusionists were tricky to begin with; their blood didn't spill as easily. That was the one thing Bel already hated about Fran.

He made no move closer, and in response Bel stomped one white boot and hissed "The Prince says to come here."

He was still unresponsive and when he shifted into the light; Bel launched several knives with invisible wires attached. They snapped in half a few feet in front of the younger. He had never seen his wires break, only once did they fall without his consent. But that was because bomber boy had lit explosives.

The blank sky became littered with thousands of bright stars and a crescent moon. He swore there was a smirk stretched across its bumpy front. It was abnormal; this kind of view should not be visible in a bustling suburb outside of a smoggy city.

"It's a pretty sky…" His voice was a hoarse whisper. It was then that Bel caught view of the ring on his finger. It turned his entire hand up to his elbow a purple and brown color. They resembled long fingers gripping into his flesh.

Then the stars above Bel's head began to cluster together, and shoot downwards. Instantly he raised the knives over his head and interlocked the blades in a shield. Just as they were inches away from him the illusion disappeared.

Fran sunk to his knees before collapsing backwards onto the ground. Bel allowed his knives to fall around him, and run over to the boy. A smug smile twitched on his cheeks again. This would be the perfect opportunity. If he was unconscious then he could not fight back against him, and Bel could drag him away to the Varia happily.

He never said that princes fought fair.

He scooped him up into his lap. His torso rested against Bel's thighs and his head supported by Bel's hand. Fran curled towards him, and nuzzled his face into the crook of his arm. In the back of his mind he did realize the boy was only doing this because Bel was a soft heat source-but he didn't care.

Before he could move to throw him over his shoulder and back to the Varia, a trident was pressed against his throat.

"What do you think you're doing Belphegor? I remember telling you that you could not have him," Mukuro sounded as always mocking, arrogant, but there was a subtle hardness lying behind those words.

He pulled his frog closer. He clutched his head and lower back closer to him, just on the brink of suffocation. The Prince's smile though wide and maniac as always represented his will to fight Mukuro also. It read 'go ahead I dare you to try and take him'.

Mukuro straightened his trident, and allowed Bel to stand up with Fran in his arms. There was no getting around it, but by watching the power Bel drew out of his pupil sparked an idea.

"I have thought of an arrangement."

Bel cocked his head to the side in confusion, but when Mukuro described the compromise; he was more delighted than he had been since his last kill.

Fran was sleeping peacefully. There weren't any loud noises, no yelling from Ken and Chikusa, and there was something warm next to him. It was nice and he moved instinctively towards the heat. He was awakened rather abruptly when something pinched his nose, and he gasped for air.

"Little one you were taking forever to wake up." His master stood in the far corner of the room, leaning against the wall. He was placed on one of the make-shift futons they had constructed out of curtains and ripped stuffed animals. The hand was still hovering over his face and Fran quickly slapped it away.

Wait…Master was over there…then who was he?

He looked up and saw the insane grin of the 'Prince' he had fought before. Fran shot up out of his lap and scrambled backwards.

"Wh-why is he still here? Pineapple-head it's not very nice to use illusions on people when they first wake up." He looked between Bel and Mukuro, and tried to decide whether his master was deceiving him or not. It was hard to see through illusions; it came down to gut feeling.

"Shishishi I'm not an Illusion froggy. " He crawled towards Fran slowly and made the younger retreat back to the end of bed. Mukuro watched with unhidden amusement, punishment enough for the pineapple comment from before.

When Bel came within 'pouncing' distance, Fran shakily stood up. Almost immediately, his knees buckled underneath him. Mukuro was there to grab him by his underarms before he crashed onto the floor.

"You were impressive little one; I did not know your body could manage to handle such strength from the hell ring yet. You did well." Praise was hard to come by as a disciple of the illusionist. With all the insults Fran spouted, Mukuro wasn't too eager to give compliments. Fran's brain momentarily spurted.

He patted Fran's head before sitting him back down. When he reached the floor again, he remembered the current subject.

"Thank you, I'm glad I was impressive when I almost died," he wasn't sure if Mukuro picked up on the sarcasm through his thick monotone but he continued anyways, "But why is he still here? If you're kicking me out, then please don't make me go with him."

Bel broke into the conversation with a knife and a growl, "Shut up. Everybody would want to live with the Prince." He moved towards Fran again and aimed to envelope the younger in his arms.

When Fran started to disagree with a rude retort, Mukuro stopped him. "We have agreed on an…arrangement, that satisfies both Belphegor and I."

Uh oh. This couldn't be good. A decision made by two sadists? One that was constantly looking for ways to get back at his student for his commentary, and the other who had appeared from nowhere and had some strange perverse interest in him-just fantastic. Whatever this arrangement was it was not going to be something that Fran approved of.

He didn't believe that he was going to have a way out of this.

Basically, he was completely screwed.

"I'm guessing this arrangement will not satisfy me?" The answer was obvious, but Fran could always hope. Bel was on him like glue again. This time he was sitting quite close to him with his hands on either side of his thighs and his face nuzzled against Fran's neck.

He would have gotten up to move again, but his strength was rapidly depleting. He tried to separate them with his elbow, but Bel simply pushed it aside to press closer.

"The Prince will get to see his frog all the time."

"You are incredibly touchy and clingy for a prince, and if you are a prince wouldn't I be willing to go with you? You have no appeal of any sort of royalty. All of the vulgar ways I've seen and heard of are definitely not 'prince-like'." Fran paused his momentary outburst to look up at the ceiling in thought.

It had decayed over the years, and the damage from the storm season had left numerous holes that were covered by tarps. He was waiting for the day when a passerby realized the fake roof and-wait.

"A fake-prince."

There was a knife wrenched into his hip bone, and Fran did everything in his minimal power to not let his blood spill. From what he knew of Prince Belphegor even the faintish whiff of blood was equal to the strongest aphrodisiac.

Bel snarled into his ear, "The Prince is real you stupid toad." He then brought his hand to where the knife had landed and searched for any liquid.

Mukuro just observed the bickering between the two, and found it eerily similar to how the letter had described. Well, it couldn't be that difficult to turn their relationship downwards.

"Kufufu wouldn't you like to hear about your future my dear student?" The devilish smirk on Mukuro's face was never ever a good sign.

Fran's first impression of Bel when he read the letter was laughably crazy. Now that he had actually met him, his opinion had expanded.

Bel was violent, perverted, egotistical, and insane. He had some weird obsession with Fran that seemed to be a long-lasting predicament, and under the delusion that Fran was fully engaged in returning his feelings. He seemed to be fond of kidnapping, and referred to Fran as an amphibian species.

If this compromise involved Fran being with Bel all the time, then he was going to start believing what they said about his hell ring was true.

Oh God. How was he going to get out of this one?

So how'd you like it? I PROMISE THIS STORY WON'T BE SO FIGHT ORIENTED. I PROMISE. There was some BF in this chapter. So um please review? Pretty please? I really like them. Like really like :D