A/N: Whoo baby I'm on a roll! Here's chapter three!

Thanks for all of the wonderful reviews guys. I'm glad you all are enjoying this. It seems that the things I write literally just for fun end up being the most popular. But I'm okay with that!

Oh and to the reviewer that asked about the collab: I'm sorry, but I must respectfully decline. Thanks for the offer though.

Warnings: The usual. I mean really.

Disclaimer: See previous chapters, since I'm lazy and no one reads the disclaimer anyway.

10: OMGGG

(In which Levi is caught slacking on the job)

A devious little smile crept its way onto Bel's face.

Oh this was just too perfect.

He stood in the doorway, perfectly silent as he watched the older man, laughing to himself.

"Oh ho ho baby, that's how you do it!" Levi said to himself, praising the woman on the computer screen, oblivious to the prince calmly walking up behind him, socked feet making no noise on the carpeted floor. Bel was the lightest on his feet, so if he wanted to remain undetected, he could do so quite easily.

He came to stand directly behind Levi, watching the screen in amusement as he casually twirled one of his trademark knives in his hand. The woman on the screen was doing some sort of striptease, and was currently topless and in the process of sliding out of her very scant underwear.

She was pretty, Bel supposed, but not nearly as attractive as the woman he had murdered late the evening before. Her boobs looked so very lovely covered in blood, he thought to himself with a large smile.

On screen, the woman was fully nude and touching herself seductively as she danced in front of the camera, the grin on Levi's face growing wider as she came closer.

Bel just stared at him. He almost felt sorry for Levi…but he was bored, so fuck it. Besides, Levi drank the last beer yesterday, and Bel was still pissed about that.

The prince cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

"OH MY GOD LEVI ARE YOU LOOKING AT TITTIES WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING THAT MISSION REPORT FOR XANXUS?"

He couldn't have asked for a better reaction.

The older man screamed and sputtered as he scrambled to shut down the computer, babbling a lengthy string of incomprehensible mumbo-jumbo, with the odd 'sorry' and 'boss' peppered in. He shot up from the seat and all but bolted out of the room, nearly knocking over the PC tower in his panic.

Bel just laughed hysterically.

Served the pervert right.

11: Pierced (Pt.1)

(In which Lussuria is adamant and Fran just can't say no)

"I'm not so sure about this Lussu-nee-san…" Fran said from the seat as the heavily tattooed man prepped his needle. Lussuria gyrated dramatically in the corner, causing the man to look at him a bit strangely.

"Oh come on Fran, darling~! You'll look so hot with a tongue piercing! And they're by one get one free, so I'm getting a second one!" Lussuria assured him. Fran stared at him blankly before sighing.

How do I get myself into these situations? He thought to himself grimly.

When he had said that he wanted to liven up his appearance a bit…this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. But since Lussuria had bought him lunch earlier, he felt obligated to go through with this. It could be interesting, and he had a slight oral fixation anyway, so why not?

But that needle looked pretty big…

"Is this gonna hurt?" He blurted out, his deadpanned expression belying the nervous edge in his voice. The man chuckled affably, his smile surprisingly soft despite his intimidating biker gang appearance.

"Not as bad as you're imagining. Trust me. It feels a bit like when you bite your tongue really hard, that's all." He said, poking out his own pierced tongue. Fran gulped unconsciously.

That didn't make him feel any better.

He bit his tongue all the time, and that hurt like hell.

The man walked up to him and grabbed his chin gingerly. "Alright kid, open up. We'll do this nice and easy."

Fran hesitantly opened his mouth and poked his tongue out.

"You're doing fine." The man said reassuringly as he clamped the pink muscle with a set of round tongs. It felt slightly awkward, since he was beginning to drool a little, and the pressure on his tongue made him feel a bit nauseous for some reason.

And Lussuria's flamboyant cheering in the background was not helping.

"Alright, here we go." The man said as he poised the intimidatingly thick needle over Fran's tongue, right in the center of the circular clamp. The man repositioned it a couple of times, before it was finally centered just right.

"Ready?"

Fran shook his head as he pinched his eyes shut.

"One…two…three!"

"MMMPHH!"

"Oh Ramon~! You're a genius!"

12: Deaf

(In which Squalo acquires yet another endearing nickname)

Levi was getting a bit annoyed.

Not because Belphegor had eaten his croissant right off of his plate and laughed like the little troll he was, or because Lussuria had scolded him for getting mud all over the tiled foyer that he had just mopped up, or even because Mammon had charged him a hell of a fee for knocking over his stack of phonebooks.

It was because Xanxus and Squalo were arguing about something. Thankfully, it wasn't anything serious or important, for once (they were actually in a heated discussion about some kind of car engine and something about horsepower).

More specifically, Levi was annoyed because he needed to ask Squalo a very important question about his target for that afternoon, since Squalo was the one who briefed everyone on their missions. However, when Xanxus and Squalo got into these 'deep' discussions, it was hard to get either of them to listen.

But Levi would try, because he his mission depended on it.

"Excuse me, uh, Commander Squalo." He started, only to be completely ignored as the two continued shouting at each other.

"Squalo!" He said, a little louder. Instead, he gained the attention of Belphegor, who decided to be helpful by throwing a piece of rigatoni at Squalo's face. The swordsman growled something incomprehensible at the smirking blonde, but before Levi could garner his attention, he was back to shouting about this 'fast ass european car' he had seen the other day.

To the swordsman's right, Fran sat quietly eating some spinach dish Lussuria had made just for him, looking a bit annoyed at the unnecessarily loud conversation occurring less than a foot to his left.

"Oi, Fran!" Levi started. The illusionist looked over at him. "What?" He asked flatly.

"Get Squalo for me." He snapped impatiently. Fran stared at him blankly before turning to the loud rain guardian.

"Hey long-haired commander, Levi-san wants you."

Of course, he too was ignored. Bel, who was finished with his lunch, decided to chime in. "Ey! Squ-chan! HELLOOOO!" He shouted, also to no avail.

"Squalo!"

"Long-haired commander!"

"Squ-squ!"

"Strategy Commander Squalo~"

Jeez, is he hard of hearing or something? Fran thought to himself.

"Squalo!"

"Squalo! For fuck's sake!"

"Grandpa!"

Squalo rounded on the mist illusionist, teeth bared in a snarl. "Voi! What the hell is it Fran?"

A beat passed.

Everyone gave Squalo a strange look.

"…why did you answer to grandpa?"

13: Save Face

(In which Fran actually gives a compliment and ends up getting thrown in a pool)

It was something that Fran had never really given any serious thought to, to be truthful. Sure, he thought it was kind of weird that Belphegor wore his bangs so long; long enough to obscure half of his face completely from view…but then again, Bel was kind of weird anyway, so after the first week or so with the Varia, Fran put the prince's odd quirk out of his mind forever. Everyone in the Varia had weird hair in some way (his was pastel green for Christ's sake), so it wasn't something he felt the need to dwell on back then.

But now, two years later, it seemed like he was the only one out of the loop.

It was something Lussuria had said at dinner the previous night.

"Oh~! I wish I had those gorgeous eyelashes of yours, Bel. Some people are so lucky!" The sun guardian whined dramatically. The blonde just smiled arrogantly, basking in his self-importance at the compliment.

"Of course you do, Ushishi~! Every part of the prince is perfect." He said superciliously as he ran a hand through his hair.

Fran mentally rolled his eyes at the older man's conceit. What a pompous ass, he thought to himself in annoyance, before realizing something.

If Lussuria had seen Bel's eyelashes, that meant that he had obviously seen Bel's face too. And for some reason, no one else seemed to the least bit surprised by that. Fran pouted slightly as the gears in his mind began to turn uncontrollably.

Had everyone seen Belphegor's face before? They must have, since Squalo promptly responded to the prince by telling him how girly his face was.

The mist guardian was suddenly a bit annoyed. He couldn't really explain why apparently being the only one seated at the table who had no idea what Bel looked like bothered him; he just assumed it was because his natural need to know everything so he didn't look like an idiot was making itself known.

Or maybe he was just genuinely curious.

Either way, when he saw Lussuria in the kitchen the next night after dinner, he asked him about it.

As casually as possible, of course.

"Hey Lussu-nee-san, how do you know what Bel-sempai's eyelashes look like anyway? I thought he never showed his face to anyone?" Fran began nonchalantly over a glass of iced tea. Lussuria made a curious noise as he chopped a watermelon at the counter.

"We've all seen Bel's face, honey. It's not really a big secret or anything…" He said matter-of-factly. Fran took a sip of his ice tea before continuing.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah~! He's such a little cutie!"

Fran gave the older man a deadpanned stare. "I'm sure he's precious, Lussu-nee-san."

"Why do you ask?" Lussuria rebounded quickly. Fran suddenly felt unsure. He didn't really have a good reason for asking, other than he was just curious, and knowing Lussuria, he was sure the flamboyant martial artist was already planning out his and Bel's honeymoon.

After a three minute mental debate, Fran just decided to be honest. "I was just curious, because I've never seen his face before, that's all." He said with a shrug. Lussuria finished up the melon and put it into a bowl.

"Well, to be fair, the only reason Bel showed us was because Squalo and Levi were arguing about what he looked like. He didn't want us thinking he was some sort of alien or anything."

Fran gave him an odd look. "When was that?"

Lussuria laughed softly to himself as he took a seat across from Fran. "Oh that was a long time ago, when Bel first joined up with us. But you know, after a while, he just sort of stopped caring if we saw him."

Fran's eyebrows rose slightly. "Really?"

Lussuria nodded. "Yep! We just took that to mean that he was comfortable with us."

Fran just nodded as he sipped his iced tea, processing the information. Lussuria gave an amicable chuckle.

"Don't worry Fran," he began as he got up to leave the kitchen, "you'll see it too. It's only a matter of time."

Fran shrugged apathetically and chugged the rest of his iced tea.

Turns out, it was actually much sooner than he thought.

Three days later, to be exact, when Fran received a distressed text message from the prince.

'Hey asshole I left my towel upstairs. Bring it down to the pool.'

With an eye-roll, Fran snagged the towel from Bel's bedroom and walked as slowly as he could to the other side of the mansion where the pool was located, hoping that with every single second he took, the prince was that much closer to catching a cold.

Well, he had to arrive sometime, and sure enough, as he walked out onto the pool deck, Bel snapped at him for making him get back in the pool to avoid freezing.

"What the hell took you so long? It's fucking freezing out here!"

"Well why are you out here at eleven at night, dumb-prince?"

Belphegor swam up to the side of the pool and rested his folded his arms on the marble border.

"Because I was doing laps, that's why. I like doing them at night before I go to sleep. Not that I need to explain myself to you of all people."

"Whatever." Fran said blankly as he walked to the edge of the pool. "Here."

Belphegor dunked his head under the water to warm himself in preparation for exposure to the chilly evening air. After a few seconds the prince surfaced, wiping excess water off of his face as he blindly reached for his towel.

When he didn't feel the soft material in his hand, he looked up with a mildly annoyed expression.

"Give me the damn towel!"

But his words were lost on Fran, who was suddenly staring at him quite intently. After several silent minutes, Bel growled in annoyance.

"What are you staring at?"

Fran opened his mouth to say something and then quickly closed it again, instead crouching down to hand Bel his towel. Just as Bel reached out for it, Fran pulled back, still staring at him with that odd expression.

"Will you quit fucking around and give me my towel?"He snapped.

Fran eyed him curiously, head tilted to one side as he studied him. Belphegor was beginning to feel a bit unnerved. He felt like some sort of specimen in the lab of a mad scientist, waiting for Fran to come and pull his wings off or something.

Fran, on the other hand, was feeling a sense of both accomplishment and intrigue. When Bel came back up for air, his hair was slicked back, reaching just a bit above his shoulders, the water-logged strands an entire shade darker.

And his face was on full display.

Fran eyes wandered over the prince's exposed face, committing ever little detail to memory, almost wishing he had a camera or something, because chances were he'd probably never see it again.

As much of an asshole as Bel was, Fran had to admit that, if they had met under different circumstances, he probably would've made a pass at him. Belphegor had a nice, heart-shaped face, with pale, unblemished skin, regal cheekbones, nicely shaped eyebrows, and thick, dark eyelashes. (Fran understood then why Lussuria had been so jealous of Bel's eyelashes. They were, in reality, quite nice.)

"Fran?" Bel said quietly, now completely weirded out by the illusionist's silence.

But Fran found the prince's eyes to be the most fascinating. Grey eyes weren't very common in Italy. Actually, he realized, he hadn't ever met anyone with grey eyes. They were really light too, almost white, which Fran found quite curious.

A bit creepy looking, but in a pretty way, Fran thought, and oddly, grey was a very fitting color for the prince, he realized. Nothing was ever black and white with Belphegor, just varying shades of grey.

To be perfectly honest, with a face like that, if it wasn't for the fact that Bel was a psychopath with an insatiable bloodlust, he probably could've made a living as a model. One of those really androgynous ones like in the expensive high fashion magazines M.M. used to have lying around her studio back in Paris.

But, it was what it was.

Bel was a certified nutcase, and he belonged in the Varia.

"Fran! For fuck's sake, give me my goddamn towel!" Bel snapped as he splashed the illusionist back into reality. Fran calmly wiped his face off as he relinquished the towel. The prince snatched it from him thanklessly after heaving himself up out of the pool, teeth chattering audibly.

"About time, jackass. Why the hell were you staring me like that anyway? Do you wanna fuck me or something?"

He looked over his shoulder at Fran, who was in the process of standing up as well. He was still unnervingly quiet, glancing up at him every few seconds.

"No, it's just…"

"What?"

"Hmmm…you have a really girly face, sempai."

Belphegor blinked once. Twice. Face perfectly blank. Nearly as blank as Fran's, in fact.

"Girly?"

"Yeah. It's so delicate. If I saw you on the street, I wouldn't think you were a crazy murderer. How misleading."

Bel's smile tightened in irritation.

Fran discovered that that accursed frog hat gains an extra ten pounds when thoroughly soaked with water.

Damn, that last one was long as hell! haha Well, whatever, I hope you all enjoyed it anyway.

Next section will be up tomorrow, I guess, since I'm being so diligent with my updates for once. Is there a full moon? Oh wait no, it's still the beginning of the month.

Anyway, read and review!