Fan Service
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Again, haha, a very huge thanks to Featherain for betareading this fiction!
Chapter 3
"Where are we going again?" asked Bel.
"To the place where our mission takes place, senpai," Fran replied, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his idiotic partner.
"Ushishi... That sounds fun."
And they continued on, going north, north and (again) north, until they finally met a random person to ask.
"Excuse me, sir, do you know where this is?" Fran flailed his arms around for attention lazily before he went on to unfold the piece of paper Squalo gave had given them. Since the long haired commander really didn't know the exact location of where their mission took place, he drew it based on his so-called 'supershark' memory.
And it was super. Super stupid.
"Oh, you must turn left at the third intersection, then go straight until you meet a traffic light, and then turn right, and then you'll see another traffic light, then turn right, then..."
"Okay -okay, thanks, sir. You're a big help," Fran cut the man off monotonously before he turned around quickly leaping off to the surprise of the man down below.
Belphegor didn't ask any questions, like, where exactly they are going to. He was just followed Fran with his stupid grin on his face and a knife held tightly by his right hand.
Meanwhile in Varia HQ
"VOOOIII! Where the hell are those brats? It's been more than a night!" a flying wine glass sailed high above gracefully before it struck onto his head.
"Shut the hell up, trash," Xanxus grumbled -the one who threw the wine glass –greatly disturbed by the noise as he wrenched off another chunk of meat from his turkey leg.
"What did you tell them to do, Squ-chan?" Lussuria placed his palm on his cheek. "I'm worried about them!" the colourful man wailed, swaying his hips around as he clasped his hands together beneath his chin.
"I just gave them such a simple task to do!" Squalo shouted in annoyance, swinging his sword back and forth, not aware of the fact that he might break something.
"What is it?" asked Xanxus and Lussuria in unison. It was like a duet, really. You have the grumbly low male voice, with the ear-splitting high pitched girly voice of a woman (who was a man in reality).
Squalo crossed his arms and closed his eyes in thought.
"Hmm..."
"Oi, froggy, the prince doesn't like the way they look at us," Belphegor said aloud as he looked at the villagers of the town. They were frozen in stance, their faces and bodies frozen with fear as their eyes darted towards the two.
"That's not us, Bel-senpai, but your knife on your hand," Fran replied calmly, his eyes flashing to the silver knife shining from the light and to the people who still haven't moved a centimetre yet.
"They should have looked at us with pride, because I'm a prince after all, ushishishi," Belphegor laughed on as he kept on twirling the knife around his hand. "They're just peasants to me."
"Poor them," Fran said with the smallest of empathy as he shook his head.
"Hey, you're a peasant too, froggy," Belphegor whined, wincing.
"And you would warm the peasant up?" Fran shot back, not even bothering to look at the blond teenage boy.
"No, stupid. That's because you're the prince's frog, ushishi,"
"So which one am I? Your frog or a peasant?"
"Both," Belphegor smirked as if it all made sense from his mouth. Fran sighed.
"Stupid fake prince. That's too stupid of you to make a frog a peasant. A frog cannot even hear you," Fran said that with a super-monotonic voice and mimic to go along.
"The frog cannot hear me?"
"Yes, it can't," Fran nodded.
"But the frog is just responded to me,"
Silence.
"I forgot that I am your frog, your highness,"
"And why is that?" Bel prepared three knives on his hand.
"Obviously, because I'm not a real frog,"
And those three knives landed perfectly on Fran's frog hat.
"Then, starting from now, you're a real frog."
"No."
"Yes!" Belphegor chanted back childishly, stomping his feet with added effects.
"Ah, here we are, Bel-senpai. We're arrived. Finally our mission will be completed," Fran pointed to a certain shop in front of him. Not a shop, to be exact. It's a...service center.
"What? An electronic service center? What kind of hitman is he with a service center?"
Fran shook his head, "you're too noisy, senpai." Fran then walked towards the building without another word before he was soon welcomed by the employee.
"Hello, sir. Can I help you?" the smiling man greeted cheerily in the centre of the shop, a pressed uniform to boot.
"Yes please," Fran handed the suitcase to the employee. "Please fix this."
The employee opened the suitcase and it was a-, "oh, a fan?" he asked, his eyes widening with slight surprise.
"It seems so," said Fran.
"What? Our time –especially the prince's time was wasted by this stupid mission? A mission of fan servicing?" Belphegor exclaimed, his mouth open with dignity and shock.
"Yeah. Blame that shark, not me."
"Froggy," Bel's smile grew wider.
"Yes, Bel-senpai?"
A thousand knives -no wait, that's a bit cliché -twenty knives stabbed Fran's entire body at once, making him look like a cactus.
"Ouch."
"That shark peasant!"
"Take your anger on something else other than violence on me –have you ever thought about anger management?"
THE END!
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