Fran's POV
My grandmother always talked about reincarnation. She said that when she died, she would be reincarnated in another body, without most of the memories of your other life. She said that whenever you got de' sha vu, it meant that something similar had happened in your other life. I never believed her. Once you die, your dead. Your just dead. You no longer exist. But the past few weeks, I have been considering what my grandmother said. What if I could be reincarnated? What if I could die, then come back to life and be someone else? Would I still be me, or would I have a new soul all together? I no longer evaded Belphegor's knifes, thinking maybe one would go too deep, to close. Maybe my death could be a fatal accident. I would die, then come back to life as someone else, somewhere else. I might never hear of the Varia, or a certain blonde-haired prince inside of it. Maybe... Maybe I wouldn't be wrong any more?
Belphegor's POV
Nothing hurt more than knowing that the person you love doesn't love you back. He used to dodge my knifes, sometimes he would even catch them before they hit him. He doesn't anymore. He can't be bothered with me. He can't be bothered with the love stricken fool. He can't spend his energy on me. I stopped throwing knifes at him. The Varia was slowly becoming gray and cold, no longer filled with strange words and laughter. It all seemed so long ago. When we used to tease, to play pranks. We used to be like a family, but now I feel like I barely know anyone. Like all of the people around me are strangers. Even if Fran doesn't love me, I can still love him. Ocassionally, I peep through his bedroom door. It doesn't feel weird. It feels like I'm playing a trick on him, like I'm about to set a trap. I never do though, I just watch him until I feel like going away. If anyone in the Varia questions that, they don't tell me. As if they would tell me anything. Fran seems... Different lately. Like he's preparing for something. He keeps saying things like final words... Like he's going to die soon. I can't tell what his mind id thinking, nor what he is planning to do. I decide to watch him for one more night.
Fran's POV
I said goodbye to Lussuria instead of goodnight. I doubt he even noticed. I had bought one bottle of wine for Xanxus, one container of heavy conditioner for Squalo, and an umbrella for Levi. I had hidden them in my room, and hopefully they'd find them after I've died. I prepared myself, cutting off all circulation to people I had maybe loved. Except for one person. But that would go away once I would become reincarnated, so there was no need to do or say anything. I took a deep breath walking up the stairs, knowing this would be the last time I ever would. I opened the door to my room, hearing the annoying squeak that had been there for months. The last time I'd ever hear that. I took one look around my room. Before I went to the bathroom, I laid on my bed, just incase anyone came to check on me. They never had before, but I didn't want anything to go wrong. What had brought me to this place? What had driven me over the edge of sanity? Being gay. Being wrong. Being a freak. I felt tears flowing down my face and I didn't stop them. I tore at my green hair, at one of my freakish flaws. I couldn't wait any longer, so I rolled out of my bed and made my way to the bathroom. I could feel someone watching me, but thought nothing of it. There wouldn't be much for them to watch once I was dead.