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Marked
By: x-LittleMissAlice-x
Nightmare
"Hello Fran, How are you feeling?" a woman's voice asked in the midst of the darkness. It echoed against invisible walls, as if coming from every direction. Her voice sounded so close, in yet so far away as it reached his ears. Fran couldn't help but wonder who's it belonged to.
Fran suddenly bolted up, snapping back from his thoughts. He soon winced, placing his hand on his throbbing head at his sudden swift movement. His heart beat quickened, pale eyes darting around the room aimless as Fran tried to pinpoint exactly where he was.
Where was he? Why was he here? How did he get here? He didn't remember going anywhere this morning.
He finally took the time to study his surroundings.
Their were two leather seats, the color of a slate gray. The two comfortable chairs were sitting across from each other within the medium sized room, a little stool in between them to rest their feet on. Next to the chairs was a small round table propped up by three metal legs that intersected at the bottom instead of four. It was a round top with a bowl resting on top. Inside the bowl was this blue, glow-in-the dark kind of liquid, with green apples for decoration. Next to the table-top with the mysterious liquid bowl was a long couch, a dark gray like the other chairs, with golden pillows. The walls were a cluster of a variety of plain browns mixed with some white to give it a cross-hatched calming or neutral look. Paintings filled the walls, having o particular shape or object to them, just a splash of color in the dull room. Perhaps it was for the soothing of one's mind?
Bookshelves were on the left side of the room, filled with nothing but information and organized neatly. The room seemed normal, at least. The only thing that Fran found strange were the excessive amount of mirrors that filled the room – as if they were used to watch their subject from every possible angle.
His light green eyes finally made it to the woman before him, the one who had just spoken.
The girl was young and beautiful with medium length blonde hair and feathery bangs pushed to the side. She had a spray of freckles across her nose and a bright, sweet smile on her pink glossy lips. She wore a short, black pencil skirt and work button-up shirt. A sparkling, butterfly necklace hung by her busty chest. She sat in a polite way, a light red clipboard in her hands, clutched close so he couldn't see what she was writing. Her eyes stared attentively at Fran. Her knees and ankles touched together with her black heels, and her back completely straight within her own leather seat. She had a 'light' air or atmosphere around her, despite the gloomy dim lighting of the room or plain colors, but also one of authority.
But the only thing Fran took note of was that she had really pretty eyes.
Her eye color was a dark, sapphire ocean blue, that couldn't help but seem vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place his finger on it. But despite the kind-hearted gaze, Fran felt troubled.
"Well, Fran? Are you okay, dear? Your looking a bit pale," she commented, the sweetness in her soft voice and concern deep and noticeable within her eyes.
She reached the back of her hand out to him to make sure he didn't have a fever.
A mistake.
In a moments notice Fran's own hand whipped around, slapping her hand away from him to stop her from touching him further. His eyes flashed a cold, icy green in warning within his hollow gaze.
The woman blinked, dumbfounded by his swift movement. Was he afraid of her? Why did he have to push her away and seem so cool and collected in his expressions? They were just there to have a conversation...
She retreated her hand back to her side slowly, watching him carefully as she analyzed the situation. She shifted in her seat a bit to a more comfortable position, glancing down at her clipboard and the sheet of paper on it, before turning her gaze back to the young boy. How should she approach his attitude towards her?
"So, Fran, how are you doing? You seem a little different today," she managed to say.
"I'm Fine," he insisted coldly, an edge of impatience in his voice. He was growing restless in this room, and with this woman. He had no idea what in the world he was doing here, nor what his purpose was in all of this, but he wanted to know, now.
"My goodness, someone is a bit irritable today~", she sang teasingly with a small wink, trying to lighten his mood. Fran just frowned at her blankly, clearly not amused, but also not denying his bad mood. She had to find some way to lift Fran's spirits up. Maybe if they based on some common ground...
"So Fran, How's school?", she asked curiously, her pearling white smile back in place.
"Boring," he answered immediately, staring at the young woman dumbly.
She let out a small, nervous laugh, shifting uncomfortably within her seat. "Um.." she mumbled to herself, her eyes glancing around the room a bit before meeting his blank eyes once again.
"W-well then, have you made any new friends yet? Anything interesting going on?", she asked, starting to play with her thumbs in her lap - a nervous and shy gesture. This kid was going to be harder to talk to then she expected. His answers were so non-descriptive, so vague. How could she help if he wouldn't even attempt at telling her anything or what was going on?
The young boys hands resting on his knees tightened. His straight, cautious-looking posture slumped slightly. Fran paused for a brief moment, hesitant in her questioning. His mind shifted to Belphegor for an instant, his face's frown deepening and his brows furrowing the more he thought about him.
Fran pursed his lips, glancing down at the tile below him as he found the smooth surface of the floor more interesting than the woman before him. He studied it, noticing the cloudy dark greyish blue color on the farthest pattern in a square like shape, then a golden one, then in the middle, under the small round table, was a darkish white.
In the end, Fran decided not to go into it the subject.
"Not really," Fran stated, meeting the others eyes once again.
He wasn't going to say anything about him being bullied in school. It wasn't important enough to mention about Belphegor and Fran's big "disputes". Sure, they got out of hand, a lot, and ended up a just a little bit sexual, but Fran could handle himself around his senpai. He didn't need any help. Not now, anyway.
Besides, like he would tell this stranger about his personal life.
"….I have a question," Fran finally stated.
The woman snapped out of her thoughts. She was just thinking about his hesitation, wondering whether or not she should pester him further about the subject. But, she quickly changed her attitude, her bright blue eyes lightening. She leaned forward to the edge of her seat, a huge grin on her face. Yes! He would finally open up to her!
She nodded several times, using her hands to indicate for him to continue. "Yes Fran! Please, anything. You can ask me whatever you'd like. I will try my best to help," she smiled brightly, nodding once again to secure her answer. "Please, what are your concerns?"
What is with that confident attitude? Is she really that interested?
"Um..." Fran began, his expression shifting to a more thoughtful one, "What are you doing exactly? Interrogating me? 'Cause your not doing a good job of it. Did I break the law or something?" he asked in his mono-tone voice. He wouldn't be surprised if he did or was accused of doing something like that. Wherever he was lately, trouble seemed to follow.
The woman looked dumbfounded at his assumption. Did it really seem like she was investigating him? Did he really not know?
She paused, trying to put it into words as her perfect blond brows furrowed. Her eyes glanced into her lap as a tension lingered in the air.
Fran looked tense in his leather, his eyes set on her in expectation. What was she thinking exactly?
It almost important. Because when she pulled her eyes back to look into his their was a new maturity in them. She actually looked serious. She was acting so immature and unreliable earlier, being mentally moved by some kid. She looked hopeless, nervous only a couple moments ago, but now she looked like an adult that genuinely cared for his well-being and wanted to break the news she had next in mind in the easiest way possible.
"Please, lay down on the couch and make yourself comfortable. I think you'll have to for this," she said softly.
Fran was still, studying her. Get on the couch? Why?
He really didn't understand it. Fran leaned forward, his gaze filled with sparkling interest. He was going to say 'I'm fine here, just spit it out already' but decided against it , perhaps because of the intensity of her sapphire eyes.
Fran stood from his seat, and took a couple steps to the dark, leather couch. He fell back and collapsed against it, laying across it lazily with his ankles crossed over the arm of the chair. He impatiently crossed his arms over the other in irritation. He didn't like this room. Their was something uneasy about it. He wanted to leave, quickly. So why couldn't she just allow him to get back to their lives?
"Okay? I don't have all day," he mumbled. The woman smiled a bit, though it was a sad, solemn one.
"Fran, sweet Fran," she sighed. "I see you all the time. I can't believe you don't remember..." she trailed.
"What do you mean 'I see you all the time' ? This is the first I've seen of you in my life," Fran mumbled. The woman whimpered.
"That hurt Fran..." she whined, "How could you not remember me? I take the time to do so for you. How rude," she pouted.
Fran rolled his eyes.
For a second there she was acting like an actual happened? He actually liked her better that way. She caught his interest there for just a moment. He wasn't going to listen and treat her with respect if she acted like she was so much younger than he was. So what if he seemed like some 'arrogant little 14 year old'? He had no sympathy for anyone who took everything so harshly - especially if they dealt with it immaturely.
"Then I guess you didn't make much of an impression then, huh?", he stated sarcastically with a bored expression. "Now, if you don't mind, could you please just tell me what I 'm doing here and we can go on our merry way?"
"Fran, I don't think..." she began hesitantly, beginning to glance around the room with her eyes, as if the walls had ears or they were being watched.
She needed an excuse. Anything she didn't have to tell him. But, when her eyes shared a look with those hard, serious ones a shudder couldn't help but move down her spine. How could he be so young by act so serious? What had compelled him to become that way?
Sighing in defeat, she closed her eyes briefly. Swallowing her fears she let out a gentle sigh.
"I'm your therapist. You went through some trauma a while back, and I am here to help you with your problems. To get over your grief and overcome your fears. To help you become a stronger person. My job is to get you to open up and tell me whats going on in your life so we can both come to a solution. I help so you can recover, get better," she explained softly.
Get better. It sounded like he was sick with some kind of disease or something. Something vile that needed to be cured. Or moreover, something broken that needed to be fixed. But the deepest of cracks can never be put back together, no matter how hard you try. You can paint the outside of it, cover up all the abuse and scars on the outer shell - but the inside can never be repaired. Once the fragility is mishandled and chipped, it can never truly be fixed whole again. All that's left is the aching memory of the burning scar.
Fran was about to remember that.
Fran stared at her, taking in her explanation. His facial expression was as unreadable as always; calm and collected, though anticipation was deep in his eyes. After another moment of silence passed between them, he finally confessed, "I don't understand. Why do I need a therapist? I don't remember experiencing any 'trauma'. Did something happen?"
"Well, yes, something did happen. .But, you seem to have forgotten, so maybe it's better that way. Better not knowing. The truth hurts, Fran. It's best to live your life in ignorance. Become shrouded in false light, be enveloped and wrapped around in beautiful lies. If you do that, then you can go back to the life you live now. You can have the chance to be happy, Fran. Isn't that what you want? Your family, your friends and loved ones, to be surrounded by them is what you wish, yes?"
"My life? What life?" Fran suddenly snapped, the depths of his eyes starting to flare in anger. He clenched his fists at his side, clawing at the leather as his jaw tightened. Her words struck a nerve in him.
"You mean that dull existence where every single person sees you as some thing? A pathetic doll that needs to be controlled? They don't even treat me as a human being! I have to live to everyone's expectations, do what others say without question. It's so stupid! And my parents? Great, your even bringing them into this? They shouldn't even be called as such! Why would I even want to be around them? They don't acknowledge me as their son, they don't care about me, let alone 'love me'. They just put up with me, expect me to do every single demand they say flawlessly. To make our family 'look good' for the public and throughout the neighborhood. I am nothing. I don't need any friends, they just bring you down and show weakness. The world isn't such a sing-song place people make it out to be. It's cruel and filled with cheats and lies. I just wish..."
Fran finally stopped his yelling, panting hard as he tried to catch his breath. His heart was racing through his chests, his whole body felt like it was on fire. His limbs were trembling at his sides and his gaze drilled into the ground, immediately regretting his outburst.
Had he really just said all that? Was that really how he felt?
He slowly glanced back up, meeting the woman's eyes. She had been surprised at first, but now she looked sympathetic. She stood, took a couple steps forward and sat next to Fran on the couch. She smiled gently, starting to pet and stroke Fran's hair in an understanding manner. The boy under the touch flinched at the contact, let an abused dog not used to be treated with kindness, but still not tamed enough to have the urge to snap back.
"Then what do you want Fran? What would make you happy?", she asked softly, staring into his light green eyes. The look in his gaze before had been frightening. Boiling, hard, and just plain angry. Now though, most of those harsh feelings seemed to have subsided, only leaving pain and suffering left to see vulnerable in his eyes, even if it was only brief and barely caught.
"Your life now, you may despise it, hate it with your entire being, but it was better than your past life, I can guarantee you that. It may be more troubling in many ways, but it is more bearable, manageable to be in. Do you understand?", she asked, cocking her head to the side as her wavy, blonde hair fell over her shoulders.
She felt sorry for him, and she hated feeling such a way. She knew from Fran's character he probably hated being pitied. He wanted to look stronger in front of others, no matter how fragile he actually was on the inside.
Fran refused to say a word, taking in the woman's motherly touch. His heart squeezed painfully at her words. Fran moved his lips, but his words were lost in a mutter of sound.
The woman looked confused. She inched closer, trying to hear him better. "Pardon me?" she asked politely.
Then, she saw Fran's eyes jerk back up at her, filled with irritation. She pushed her loving hand away and scooted further down the couch to get as far away from her as possible. His expression turned into a deep frown, letting out his last breath of control.
"Do not touch me! I said I just want to be left alone! Is that too much to ask for? Why must everyone insist on getting close to me? I don't need friends. Family has never come to my aide; since the beginning all they have done is throw me to the sharks and I have had learn how to adapt, learn to survive. I've always been on my own, and nothing will change that.
"But Fran, you aren't alone! You weren't always in the beginning..."
"Don't act like you know so much about me. How would you even know that? Go ahead, enlighten me. Who? You said their was someone else, didn't you?"
Where was this conversation going?
"Yes Fran! There is someone else, their always have been. My patience really is running thin with you. I'm here to help you, not talk around in circles. Learn to show some respect to adults! Here I am, this mature, beautiful young woman who is willing to give you her aide and this is how you treat me? You should be thankful!" The woman was starting to raise her voice as she spoke, obviously not satisfied. It only made the situation worse.
Fran cracked a small smile, his gaze devious. He was good at using his stinging words. He did it so other people could feel the jab of pain he always felt, and this person was starting to annoy him. Treating him like some senseless child like everyone else, it made Fran irritated.
"Oh really? Is thatwhat you are? A mature young woman?" he asked sarcastically. "Don't make me laugh. Besides, I didn't ask you for help. If I'm such a burden then just leave me alone and go away – It would be some improvement for the both of us. I don't need you or anyone else in my life. You could disappear from the world and I'm sure no one would notice or care. Their would be one less annoying, irritable, and helpless person in my life who thinks they understand, but don't. Find someone else to bother and give sympathy to. May I leave now?", he asked in a polite tone after his harsh words, his expression now blank and unreadable.
The woman was the definition of fuming as her muscles flexed and eyes narrowed at his bad attitude."Can I not talk any sense into you? Your such a.. such a.. Ooh! Your making me so angry right now! Why must you be so cruel to the people around you? That will only push people away."
"I want to push people away. Don't you get it? No one cares for me, or at least I don't care for them back. Theirs no reason for people to hurl themselves at me for some pointless little thing. If any reason its to get something from me, to use me. "
"But Fran, their is a person! Your feelings are already so-far gone, you push others away without giving them a chance. What happened to make you so intrusting of others..? Theirs someone you know that cares for you dearly, and I would hope you do as well."
"I don't have an obligation to tell you that. And who? You? That's not very 'heart-warming' or impressive."
"No! But yes, well, I do, but that's not my point! If you look hard enough you can find several people who care! Your sister, Fran! Your little sister cared about you too!"
"W-woah wait. My sister?" he asked. Fran was taken aback, even blinked his eyes a couple times, trying to remember if he heard correctly. His brows furrowed in suspicion as he tried to remember, but to no avail. What was she talking about.? He was an only child as far as he knew. "Who?"
"O-Oh crap," she muttered under her breath, smacking herself in the forehead. How could she have let that slip? She shook her head back and forth, chewing on the side of her perfect lip.
That wasn't suppose to slip out! Stupid, stupid, stuuuuupid, she thought, her eyes shut tight. "Well, um..."
"Answer me, lady," he pushed further without mercy. Fran was in control now, and he knew it. He would press for information about this, and he didn't care what she thought about it. "Where is she? Why don't I remember her?"
"W-well, Fran, I don't know why, but shes no longer here."
"Then where? Where is she?" Fran demanded. Was she telling the truth about this? Could this person possibly remember his past? He wanted to meet this person, the one this woman claimed to be his sister. What happened to her? Had she run away from home? Was she staying with a relative? Where exactly was she? Why didn't he have any memories of this girl?
"Ugh, you really do love pushing others buttons like someone I know," the woman grumbled. "Look, she's dead now! Okay Fran? She's no longer 'here', she isn't anywhere. Your sister, Fran, your little sister, died. She's dead, and theirs nothing you can do about it. So can we stop going further in the matter?", she snapped back. She hated being used like that! Why did men have to emotionally take advantage of her?
It took her a moment to realize what she had just done. She hadn't meant for it to come out that way.
Immediately, she felt regret wash over her. She felt her heart sink as she pursed her lips. "I-I'm so sorry Fran. I didn't mean.. it wasn't," she tried to say, but no apology could lighten the impact. Finally, she let out a ragged sigh of defeat. "I'm so sorry, Fran..."
What was she talking about?
The woman glanced up at him, her gaze concerning towards the young boy who just stared at her in disbelief.
When she spoke, it had been all a drowned out as it reached his ears. It took a moment for them to finally sink in, and when it did, he wasn't prepared for what he would feel.
His heart ached and dropped to the pit of his stomach as he clutched his dark green shirt. He could feel his hands start to tremble and his eyes sting. His gaze tore from the young girl refusing to show his weakness. Fran's hair fell over his face to hide the deep hurt and anguish within his eyes.
What was happened with him? What were these feelings overwhelming his entire being?
He swallowed hard, trying to get himself back under control.
Emotions burs through him. He felt helpless, anger, sorrow and pain, as well asthe double-edge sword of love. His eyes; he would have been lying if he said they didn't want to cry.
How could he have forgotten about that? Of course. That's why he was how he acted like today and was so emotionally unattached to the world. That;s why he refused to get close to anyone or show facials, to always hide what was on his mind. It was all because of that excruciating event.
It was true. His sibling, his dear little sister, had died. She was the only person he felt understood him, and she was gone. Forever.
After that, his entire world seemed to have slowly been crashing down. He was never the same since.
..Suddenly, their was a loud knock on the door before the woman could respond or try to comfort him. Fran jumpped at the sudden noise. He closed his eyes tight, trying desperately to bury those emotions once again and fight back the tears that tried to escape the corners of his eyes. He had to stay strong.
"Oh! He's here early," he heard the woman comment in her annoying sickly sweet tone. "Fran, you appear to have a visitor. I knew he would arrive~ Theirs someone I would like you to meet," she said sweetly, motioning her arms out to the door as it opened.
At first, no one appeared to be there, hidden in the darkness.
Then, Fran looked up as he heard the figure take a step forward, gazing down at a silver and black shoe.. Then, another as he saw the bottom of jet black jeans. Wait, what in the world was going on?
Finally, the figure was strolling towards Fran. His pale green eyes widened in disbelief. Dirty blonde hair and long bangs. A stripped purple and black shirt. A tiara on the side of his head, and a wicked grin plastered across his face. It was none other than...
"Belphegor," the blonde woman and Fran seemed to say in union - one in a light-hearted giggle, and the other in a wary and cautious tone of familiarity. She blinked her bright blue-green eyes, a curious expression in her gaze. "Oh? You know him already?"
"S-Something like that," Fran managed to say, creating a shaky smile of fake reassurance. "How do you..?"
"Oh! Didn't you know? That's my son! Isn't he charming?", she smiled proudly, practically beaming in satisfaction. Fran's jaw dropped to the floor.
Belphegor snickered as he casually approached Fran and brushed past his mother. "I'm glad I could make you so proud, Mom. Taking care of my troublesome, uncute Kouhai, I assume?", he asked in a playful tone as the woman smiled.
Now that Fran saw the relation between the two their large, stretched smile seemed to be the same. It was enough to make Fran shudder at the sight.
Fran shifted uncomfortably, scooting farther away across the couch as the blond just kept coming closer, a hidden glint in his eyes. As Fran pressed further back he was actually just sliding down, sinking into the slate blue arm of the chair. Pale, fragile limbs wrapped around himself protectively, shutting his eyes tighter the closer he heard the other come. Each step made Fran jump, his heart race faster. Then, the cushion next to him sunk at a sudden weight. The words next spoken made a chill move down Fran's spine.
"Hiding from me again, are you?"
He could hear the hint of amusement in Bel's voice. Fran refused to look at him.
He felt a hand rustle through his hair, the contact making Fran visibly flinch. Slowly, he looked up at his eyeless face.
"Stop. Don't get any closer to me," he warned, though his words were soft-spoken and quiet. He sounded tired, worn out from his day. Couldn't he just go home and rest? He hated dealing with people.
"Hmph. Make me," Bel smirked, his lips clashing with Fran's without any mercy.
Fran jumped and shut his eyes, starting to squirm. His heart raced wildly within his chest, fragile hands trying to push Belphegor off him. Bel moved closer, sliding his body smoothly to trap Fran under him.
Fran's innocent pale green eyes darted over to Belphegor's mother, a desperate, longing gaze for help. But she proved to be none.
The woman just giggled madly and said something like, "You two make the cutest couple!~" The thought made Fran want to fall over and gag.
"Mmf!", Fran struggled, when he felt his tongue slip into his mouth. The wet saliva searched through every inch inside of the tunnel, starting to pull and tug as it played with his own. Disgusted, Fran bit down hard on the organ when he was given the chance. Belphegor quickly retreat his invasion of Fran's mouth at the burst of pain struck through it.
As their lips parted Fran was panting hard, glaring at the mess of blonde hair in front of him, who frowned back. "Ya lil shit, ya bit my tongue!", came the retort of Belphegor, growling lowly under his breath.
"Well, I-I said Sto-", was all he could barely say at the intake of air, before he was forcefully kissed once again, not able to get out his plea. His hands balled a fist in Belphegor's loose shirt as the lower half of his body struggled, brushing against him from their closeness.
Fran shut his eyes helplessly, waiting for something, anything that could save him. He had to think! Anything that could get him out of this situation. All Fran ever seemed to do around Bel was run away. He could never get himself under control when Belphegor was around. It was so damn irritating! Not even biting tongues and butting heads would do any good. Why couldn't Bel just back off and leave him alone like everyone else?
The hard kiss broke once again, breathing even harder than before from the lack of oxygen in their lungs. Fran stared at the blond, eyes weak and his will diminishing. He tried to ignore him, distract himself from what was going on as he looked in the corner of his eye at the mirrors on the walls. The reflection inside of them made his eyes unintentionally stare in disbelief, unable to pull away.
It showed him, and Belphegor on top of his frail body - like they were now. But instead of trying to catch their breath, in the mirror he was kissing Belphegor back. It looked like he was actually enjoying it! The rough, wanting demeanor and all! His fingers were laced within his blonde, thick layers, eyes fluttered closed with their lips in sync, and.. and what was with that adultery act? H-His own hips were buckled wantingly against Belphegor's like some kind of little man-slut? The hell was that? Oh, and let's not forget the figure of his own Mother watching their ordeals right in the middle of her office, not even trying to intervene? This was crazy!
Panicked, he looked over at another mirror quickly, hoping he was just imaging these images, but only finding the other reflection was even worse. Now, Fran's fragile hands were clawing at the older males back, itching to get closer. Belphegor was sucking at the base of his neck, playing with him with his wet tongue and the trail of saliva that slid down. Fran's head was thrown back over the couch and his eyes closed shut as if he was crying out in bliss, his legs wrapped around Belphegor's waist. Fran's pants were unbuttoned and unzipped. Belphegor's hand could be seen snaking down his pants with that mischievous, dark smirk, and... Oh god, Fran was going to be sick!
A blush crept across Fran's cheeks when he swiftly looked away, not trusting the mirrors anymore and their 'ideas'. Why was he seeing such reflections through the glass? W-was that what his mind secretly wanted or something? Surely not. No, he was just being delusional, that was it. Going mad.
Fran's eyes turned back to Belphegor, still breathing hard as his chest rose and fell. He felt very uncomfortable.
His limbs trembled involuntarily under the taller, stronger male. He could feel those eyes, that hidden gaze watch his movements closely in their brief silence, raking over his entire body as if to wonder what he would do next with Fran - a predators gaze wanting to devour their prey.
Fran looked very hesitant, and did a double-take - turning his gaze around the room, then glancing over at Belphegor nervously, before turning his head away once again. He couldn't concentrate on anything! And he had no idea what Belphegor was thinking; or at least, he didn't want to know.
Their was something about this situation Fran didn't like. It made him scared. Fran usually never feeling something so unneeded.
But he was frightenedat what Belphegor could do to him; the whole rush of it all, and the unknown familiarity from the past he just couldn't explain. . .
"P-Please," Fran choked back, his grip on the blondes shirt tightening as he looked desperately at his face, searching for any kind of remorse, anything that proved he was listening to his pleas.
Fran's vision was fogging, unintentionally slipping through some hot tears that threatened to spill over. His body shook even more than before. His breath was coming out so fast he could feel his mind become light-headed. Was this what experiencing fearwas like? He was going into hysteria.
"I'm sorry but- I-I can't. I just," Fran sputtered, he couldn't even form a complete sentence or think straight. His voice cracked when he spoke, and the inside of his heart ached as he tried to swallow it all back. What was going on with him?
Looking back at Belphegor, soft green eyes yearning for him to understand, he was surprised to see an actual smileon his face. Was he amused at his actions? What was so funny about it?
His smile; it wasn't a large, insane grin like normal, but instead a small one.. Not harsh or teasing like usual, but an actual decent, nice one.
Fran was surprised, not knowing what to think of it. His thin pale legs shifting uncomfortably under Belphegor, as Fran stared at him curiously with pale green eyes. "I..." he was at a loss of words. Finally, he let out a sigh of defeat as if giving up what he was going to say.
Gentle lips softly pressed against Fran's plush pink ones in a gentle kiss, a warm hand caressing the edge of his cheek. Fran flinched back, not used to such a light action from him. He could feel the depths of his stomach flutter helplessly, eyes as round as saucers staring at his face in disbelief.
Was he dreaming?
The hand across his cheek felt nice. He could feel the edge of his face heat in a cute blush. It was a careful touch, protecting even. Fran hated to admit it, but he actually liked it.
Fran's eyes softly fluttered closed, his long eyelashes batting against his cheeks. He silently savored this moment. Soft, wet lips just light pressed against his own, as if Belphegor was taking his sweet time slowly taking away part of Fran's soul instead of trying to devour him whole.
It was a different sensation.
Fran could feel his body start to go limp against him, his mind stopped struggling to fight back. He wouldn't fight it anymore; he couldn't find the will to. That numbing sensation that melted all his troubles away told him it was going to be okay. All the negative feelings, the hurt, it faded away. For the first time in Fran's life he felt free.
Fran regretted when he their lips parted. Reality set in again, the pain and sorry heavily crashing back down to him. Belphegor's deep exhale of breath that hit his face afterward was relaxing, like a breeze on a hot summer day
Fran couldn't believe what he was thinking.
The blush that crept on the edge of his cheeks deepened. Shrinking into himself Fran quickly glanced away, murmuring something weakly under his breath. Belphegor smiled to himself. The blonde stroked his cheek once more, resting his shaggy head against Fran's shoulder with a teasing smirk.
"What was that request again, Froggie?" he whispered smoothly in Fran's ear, a hint of amusement in his voice.
The kouhai could be heard muttering quietly, "You heard me," in a shy, quiet tone.
"Hm, did I?" Belphegor grinned to himself, playing dumb.
"Obviously if your smirking like that.," Fran stated back. The blond chuckled lightly.
"Aw, your no fun. Pretty please with a cherry on top?" Belphegor asked sweetly, pecking a kiss on the side of Fran's cheek.
Fran felt that sensation again; the hot, sizzling rush down his body. Even though it was brief and was no longer there, he could still feel the traces and the fluttering butterflies in his tummy.
Fran pouted like a child. "You really do enjoy doing this to me, huh?"
"Always. Ushishi~"
"Typical.." Fran muttered, finally releasing an exhale of defeat. "I-I asked if you could do that again," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Fran was ashamed of himself; not to mention super embarrassed.
Was he seriously begging?Fran never begged, ever. But then again, Belphegor tended to make Fran do things he normally wouldn't.
"Oh, you were asking? It sounded more like pleading to me," came Belphegor's response. Fran's expression slippied into a small frown.
"Just shut up and kiss me already, you stupid Prince," he replied.
The blond snickered. "Blunt, aren't we toad?"
"Do you always have to have the last laugh, Bel-Senpai?"
"Hm. Yep, pretty much. At least, in this case I do," he smiled, turning Fran's pale face to the side as he pressed himself into a soft, deep kiss.
It wasn't just him being irrational. Whenever Fran made any physical contact with Belphegor, it made him feel like he was on top of the world, like nothing could touch him. Finally, he could just stop thinking, and be swept away by this new wind. He had no idea where it would take him, but he still wanted to always feel this way - comfortably numb. In truth, it was only a way to run away from his problems. But even if it was only for a moment, a couple seconds he had the luxury to have his own neatural high, Fran would sacrifice anything to get it.
He was falling. Literally.
Suddenly, the couch right from under them disappeared, the ground below breaking apart. They fell through the floor, the mirrors, the dull room, and even that crazy, fan-girl, blond woman therapist dissolved. Fran was falling through the air, his lips still passionately connected with Belphegor and their hips locked. Fran wrapped his arms around Belphegor's neck, wanting to be even closerto him.
They fell through the fluffy white clouds, the mist cooling their bodies in the bright blue sky. He was uncaged now and he wanted to keep it that way. This light feeling the enveloped him made him feel like a feather in the air. He never wanted it to end.
However, the pink, orange and purple dusk that creamily danced around their joined bodies, disappeared. The happy, playful sun that warmed their face turned to darkness. It all vanished into cold, lonely voice of space.
Fran was lying across a kind-sized bed with silky black sheets and blood red pillows. The walls were black as well, red oozing down the walls like blood. The only lightening in the room was the candles that flickered above the headrest.
Fran's body shivered from the freezing cold, danger lurking in the room. His eyes looked back at Belphegor, sinking into the comfortable mattress of the bed. The fire from the candle gave off a small light, illuminating the side of the blonde's face and creamy skin.
"W-where are we? What's going on?" he asked, squinting in the darkness. He couldn't see a thing! "This place, it's so cold," he murmured, rubbing the sides of his arms to warm himself up.
"This is my room," Belphegor smirked. Fran blinked, glancing around the room once more. This was getting creepy...
"And its okay, don't worry. I'll have you warmed up soon enough," he whispered huskily in Fran's ear. Fran shivered as a warm hand sneaked up Fran's shirt, softly caressing the smooth, tender flesh on his lower abdomen. Fran's head threw back, a small 'mewl' escaping his lips at the seductive touch as he squirmed restlessly under it.
"N.-Ngh. P-Please don't.. stop," Fran murmured as he felt the warmth travel further up to his torso, touching every inch of skin it could in its path.
He felt Belphegor's fingers suddenly pinch his nipples, teasing twirling the pink bud.
"A-Ahh..!" Fran cried out, starting to feel his shallow breathing become irregular. His tongue masterfully licked and sucked on the other one, playing Fran like a musical instrument, sweet tune of moans escaping the back of his throat.
Fran's legs shifted together, feeling the bulge in his own pants grow embarrassingly tighter against Belphegor as he chewed on the edge of his lip. Bel must have felt it to, because that wicked grin came back to his face.
"Mmm?~ Whats that nice feeling going down there? I never knew Froggie was turned on so easily," he commented with a snicker. Fran's body flushed from head to toe.
"I-I don't know what your talking about," Fran denied, brushing against the silky sheets. God, why was he so nervous? He looked like such an idiot!
"Ushishi? Then whats this pleasant surprise right here?", he asked. The palm of Belphegor's hand slid down Fran's stomach to rubbed against his groin over his pants flirtatiously. Fran's hips lurched forward into the touch instinctively, his back arching against the pillows.
"Mmgh," he moaned. Blinking at the sudden sound he quickly pressed both of his hands over his lips in cute surprise. Lowering his head and trying to hide his blush, he shivered under the hungry, wanting intent in Belphegor's hidden eyes.
"W-what are you thinking of doing, Bel-senpai?" Fran asked in a hesitant, small squeak.
"God, you have no idea, Fran. I'm going to fuck you so damn hard you won't even be able to walk in the morning..."
It was morning and the suns rays shone through the thin curtains and brightened the room with a soft glow.
A young boy, who's childish face only appeared to only be twelve in slumber, was on his back, tucked safely under his green polka-dot blanket. He was wearing a green, froggie pj button-up shirt and some loose pants to match. His expression was nothing but peaceful, long eyelashes caressing the boys pink, rosy cheeks, and soft breathing escaping his soft plush lips. He appeared to be in the most beautiful of slumbers, as always.
But then he began to shift.
His eyelids shut tightly for an instant, his angelic expression twisting into one that turned into discomfort, then anguish. Tears could be seen running down his cheeks, crying softly in his sleep. His feet started to kick around within the covers, then they wildly thrashed uncontrollably in a frenzy of arms and legs. Fran's entire body broke out into a cold sweat, gasping for air as soft, helpless yelps sounded in his room, then actual terrifying screams.
Immediately, Mukuro stormed into the room of the frantic noise. As the door busted open a look of surprise was on his face when he saw Fran. Quickly, he made his way over to the boy's bedside, placing a hand on his shoulder to shake him back and forth.
"Young Master! Young Master, wake up!" Mukuro called to him, but to no avail. He shook Fran harder, worry deep within his visible blue eye.
Finally, Fran's lids opened slightly, but his gaze looked lifeless. Sure, he always seemed to look that way, but their was something alarmingly different than the usual expression. It was as if he was in a different world, dazed with his eyes glazed over. The color of his beautiful emerald eyes not looked like a clear crystal gray, his face in a look of mental shock.
"S-stop.. don't.. touch me.. It hurts," he cried lowly, looking like he was in pain or mental distress as he let out ragged gasps.
Mukuro blinked, not knowing how to handle the situation. He immediately let go of Fran, not wishing to harm the child. But still, he insisted on yelling at him once more to snap him out of his dream-like state.
"Squirt! You have to get up, now!"
Mukuro?
Fran audibly gasped, jolting up from his bed with a sudden start. His breathing was irregular as he clutched his chest tightly. His eyes widened and darted around the room wildly, trying to find any sense of familiarity. Green. A frog stuffed animal. Books.
Good. He was back in his room. No black. No darkness. He was fine. Everything was going to be okay.
After a moment of self-calming, he let out a shaky exhale of breath. Echoing in his mind were the words I'm okay. I'm safe, over and over again. Finally, he turned his eyes over to Mukuro with his usual, blank face. "Ah, Mukuro. Did you need something?"
Mukuro looked absolutely dumbfounded, flabbergastedeven. "Squirt, I just about had a heart attack! You were screaming, panting, making loud noises - I felt I had to help you snap out of it, you looked like you were in so much pain. Did you have a bad dream?" he asked.
Pain. It wasn't only that. He was afraid back there, absolutely horrified. Fran had been consumed by the beast, no doubt in his mind about it. Bel had eaten his mental state, and his heart.
"S-something like that," he managed to say, still shaken. "What exactly happened last night?" he asked quietly, a hand holding his throbbing head.
"I could ask you the same question," Mukuro said, sighing in relief. At least he seemed to be okay. "You collapsed last night, but were not exactly sure why. Maybe from stress? Afterward I dressed you like I always do and carried you off to bed while you were unconscious. Your parents and I were really worried," he explained.
"My Parents? Yea right. They were probably only worried it'll affect my 'studies'," Fran thought bitterly, though he didn't voice his feelings to his companion.
"I see. Much appreciated, Mukuro," he commended, earning a hesitant but small nod.
"Of course, it's my job as the butler of the house. But their is something I would like to mention, if you don't mind."
Fran raised a brow, but managed a confused nod at the statement. "Sure, by all means."
"Well, I hope you don't get embarrassed about it, but.," he exposed the slightest of smiles, pointing to the sheets. They were soaking wet!
Fran's face was absolutely flushed.
Ah. Of course. This just isn't my day.
"U-Um, could you..?"
"Of course. I will clean it up right away," Mukuro answered, holding back a chuckle. Fran climbed out of bed and Mukuro immediately went to work. "Would you like me to wash your Pajamas as well?"
"Y-yes please," Fran managed to say. This was so damn embarrassing! Great, now Mukuro thought he was some weirdo; his own butler! A 'wet dream'. Really? Just fantastic.
"Hey, um..."
"Yes, Young Master?"
"Could you please not express this to Mother and Father?" Fran murmured, refusing to meet his eyes.
Mukuro smiled. "Of course, if that is what you wish."
"Thanks."
What had all that been about? Had he had a nightmare involving Belphegor? What the hell had he been thinking while dreaming, well, that? What even was that back there? He had such a messed up mind.
But Fran did realize one thing from that dream.
One, that someone very important in his life was gone forever, and he couldn't even remember who she was; his so called sister. And also, all the pain Fran buried in his chest would fade when he was with Belphegor. He may have been dangerous and unpredictable, but it was the only thing that made him truly feel alive. Deep down, Fran knew he needed to avoid him, but he also wanted to selfishly be around him. Maybe that dream really was true; he needed a therapist.
Little did Fran know, he had already starting falling, and that their next encounter was only around the corner.
Thanks for reading! c:
To be continued. . .