Chapter 3 - A Prince

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn is owned by Akira Amano. I'm just a dweeb that writes for fun.


"You are not one of the lower ranks..." he said, looking at her clothes. The original clothes that Mireille had been wearing underneath the uniform she stole were revealed. Her face flushed pink and the stranger said, "Don't worry, the Prince did nothing to you. He likes to get to know his toys better before deciding their fates, Ushishishi~"

What is he saying? What prince...toys and that laugh? His tiara... His weird antics... His weapon choice... ah, I know who he is now. One of the people I should beware of in Varia. Wait, I'm in Varia HQ! I'm not lost! Not at all!

Forgetting her predicament, she started to giggle. Her face brightened up, and she no longer appeared to be the same person who was cowering in fear just seconds before. "Yes, I'm not lost!" she said, thinking aloud. He looked at her in a weird way, thinking that she's mad to be happy when he's going to hurt her. The young man inspected her clothes once more. The strange crest underneath the uniform was rather intriguing. He had never seen that in all the families he knew.

"Do not ignore the Prince. Answer him right now. Who are you?" he said, sounding rather impatient. Mireille finally turned her attention to him. She looked at him for a moment before answering the boy's question. "This is the Varia Headquarters right?" His grin grew wider, "Answer me, peasant." She smiled, "After you get off me, Belphegor, Storm Officer of Varia."

Belphegor's eyes widened slightly.

Who does she think she is, trying to negotiate with the Prince! But, never mind that, playing games have always been the Prince's forte.

After Belphegor moved away from her, Mireille got off the bed and threw aside the ripped uniform.

Why was it ripped anyway? Oh wait, he probably ripped it while I was out.

What she wore now was different from when she first came into the mansion. It was a Caelum-made bullet-proof sleeveless white dress that hangs straight from her shoulders and fitted loosely at her waist. It matched her long silver white hair perfectly. Her necklace, which Vanilla gave her before she left for Varia Headquarters, hung proudly on her chest. She herself had no idea what the necklace was for, but Vanilla said it was hers. Supposedly, it was a family antique, but she did noy quite get it. Still, she felt its importance and took great care of it. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she focused her attention on Belphegor, "I'm Mireille. Though I can't expose my identity, I can assure you that I am not your enemy."

"Whether or not you're an enemy is for the Prince to decide, peasant. And besides-" Before he could finish his sentence, the door slammed open.

"Vroiiiiiiiiiiii! I heard that you brought a woman into the mansion—wait, you're not just any woman..." the long-haired man stated, as he turned his attention from Belphegor to Mireille. "I did not bring her... What do you want, Squ-senpai?" Belphegor said in a disinterested tone. The man ignored him and walked towards Mireille. "Even though, five years had gone by, I still remember your face. You're involved with the Chiavorone Assassination Incident right!" he yelled.

Mireille flinched and thought, I think I need to go in for a hearing check-up later..

"I don't know what you're talking about. Anything from five years ago is good as gone," she replied bluntly. It was the truth, of course. Her eyes turned stoic for a second. Mireille had always been straightforward, especially when it came to herself.

"Well, I still remember! Why are you here? Did that Chiavorone guy send you here for something?" he asked. Mireille pulled something out from the ripped uniform she threw aside earlier and returned qith a letter with a certain high quality dying will flame.

"That is...!" He could not believed his eyes as he took it from her. "... I'll need to speak with the Boss. Don't go anywhere, brat." He stormed out of the room and headed to Xanxus's office.

"Ushishishi~ Squ-senpai is always in a rush." Belphegor laughed.

"... I should really get going," Mireille muttered, looking out the window at the fading sunlight.

"You're not going anywhere without the Prince's permission."

Mireille could do nothing but stare at said "Prince." She sighed, figuring it best not to argue with the maniac.

"...Then I'll need to stay the night. I hate to sleep with a strange and weird person that I just met, but since I can't go anywhere until I get that letter back from that man.." Mireille said, lying on the bed. Making no objections, the Prince made no move from his seat beside her.

Mireille's exhaustion soon got the better of her, and her eyes slowly close as she drifted to the world of dreams.

Familiar Presence.