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Fran was a talented illusionist. He was fairly good at thinking on his feet. His masks were uncanny and could fool even the brightest of battle geniuses. He rarely, if ever, experienced waves of emotion, and he could not recall the last time he publically displayed them.
But right now he was in complete and utter shock. It was the worst kind too; where he was frozen in place and his mind turned to putty. The hand was removed from his wrist, and traveled downwards…downwards.
And squeezed. Continuously. Groping would prove to be an appropriate word.
That sure snapped Fran out of his shock. He slammed back against the counter, and was about to conjure an illusion, when a booming voice broke through.
"Voi! What's all this banging?"
Bel moved backwards enough centimeters for Fran to slip under his arm and leave swiftly. He thought about running to the sanctuary of his room, but his legs were so wobbly that he fell against the wall on the outside of the kitchen instead.
The room was an open area, and the thin wall was the only way that kept it sealed from a portion of the hallway. He assured he was out of sight before furiously wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Well that was an unexpected little incident. Oh by little, he meant colossal and caused extreme amounts of overbearing confusion. Fran had no idea what the fuck had just happened in there. His body still burned where Bel's hands were. It was as if there were trails of hot wax hand imprints on his body that refused to let him forget.
He wasn't a girl. He didn't get especially perturbed by those things like first kisses, nor would he ever. He believed that it was the last that meant something, and the first was useless.
Except for one incident that he had ruled as not ever happening (he was still too mentally scared to speak of that time), Fran had never kissed someone. Or been brutally felt up by either. His interest in intimacy was incredibly low, and his ability to court someone was non-existent. It had never been on the top of his list. Mastering a super-hero pose easily over-rode that.
So he had never experienced anything as what had just occurred.
Still, off the top of his head he could list at least five hundred other people he would rather share it with, and Fran did not know many desirable people. He hung out with the Varia, if that shows any examples of his limited choices.
He didn't mean to eavesdrop he wasn't even paying attention, but loud-captain's voice was constantly booming at excruciating ear-splitting decibels (hence the name).
"Che, Bel, didn't know you still acted like horny teenage trash."
The words 'horny' and 'Bel' raised a form of a vile in his throat. The smell of him that was littered over Fran's clothing only added to his gagging. Senpai's words were murmured, and he had to move his body sideways so his ear was closer to the kitchen.
He could barely see and his view was only of Squalo's frowning expression, and half of Bel's.
"Froggy is playing an interesting game."
That phrased worried him. Games with senpai usually consisted of knives, blood, and the occasional mass murder. All of which endangered Fran's life. But if this new game involved the previous molestation, than he wasn't sure how to deal with it.
Squalo's frown turned into an all out glower. "Eh that homo was right," He muttered before leaving Fran's vision, and returned with an unidentifiable food substance, that was emanating a strange fowl scent. It almost covered the smell of senpai. Almost.
"Luss?" He asked his nervous smile from before dissipating.
Long-haired captain started to leave the room, and Fran had to duck into the corner to maintain his hiding position. "Yeah, damn drag can't keep a secret." The footsteps stopped, and Fran felt it was safe to peek his head out again. Squalo had stopped and turned around to continue his sentence, "Too much sexual tension between baby officers."
"Shishishi Squalo would know all about tension."
"Voii! I will cut you." He drew his blade, but then oddly his anger was settled and he retracted it, "Whatever, Lussuria just told me to come down here and ask if you understand." He continued on his path.
Without even looking back at the stunned Bel, he yelled, "I think he means it's not a game. But whatever, do what you want trash."
Bel tried to ignore this statement. It didn't mean anything, he was a Prince and the cards always ended up falling into the Prince's hands. This was all part of the plan, nobody could defy him.
He didn't think about that too hard, and pushed the idea that the moment was arbitrary, and unusual. It was all part of what Bel originally intended, in a subconscious way.
Even though he ignored it now, he would realize in the near future that nothing was going according to plan.
Normally he didn't really care if Squalo was around, in fact his ear drums preferred that he wasn't. Thanks to his recent interruptions, Fran felt like he owed him one. Actually he owed him a lot. Like the safety of his chastity.
But if it wasn't for him, Fran could've retreated to his room unnoticed. He had barely gotten half way down the hallway, when Squalo spotted him.
The damn hat didn't allow him to move very fast, an undesirable quality in an assassin he thought.
"Oi Fran, Bel still has a mission for you."
….Didn't he realize that he had just saved him? Already trying to put him back in danger. Unbelievable.
"Yeah." He replied, and slipped past him to re-enter the kitchen.
At least he was prepared this time-he doubted that senpai would jump him, but he already had an illusion ready.
Bel was sitting on one of the stools, fully recovered from what had happened before. His legs were crossed, and the manila folder was open in his lap as he examined the contents. Once in awhile, when the creepy smile vanished, he would have this thoughtful calculating look on his face. It was the only time Fran ever believed he was a genius.
"Frog, there's a new mission for us." He slid the folder across the counter.
Fran bit on his bottom lip and commented, "Ah that could be a problem as I am now a victim of sexual harassment."
A knife was lodged into his arm.
He pulled it out, bent it and threw it to the floor. Safety hazard? Well they did say most deaths were caused by tripping on fake-Prince's knives. Or something like that.
"The Prince forgets it entirely." Fran missed the warning undertone in the sentence. Hints in verbal communications were a thing he should really learn to pick up on. Social situations would become a lot less life threatening.
"Is senpai having trouble coming to terms with his homosexuality?"
A series of knives were plunged into his body again. Sure it didn't hurt, but having cold metal dig under his skin was a chilling feeling. Not the most pleasant.
"Like you should be saying that," He muttered in half of a whisper.
Normally, there would be an awkward silence here. If it were two other people, the shadowed reference would kill the conversation. Maybe it was because of the constant banter, or their personalities, but there wasn't a pause between sentences.
"But for a straight fallen-Prince the tiara seems very out of place." He nonchalantly flipped through the report, facing away from Bel. He was resting his upper body against the counter, pushing his weight on his bent elbows.
Bel rose from the stool and eloquently walked over towards the kouhai. Fran's gaze remained on the folder.
"It's a crown you dumb-toad," he hissed.
"Still, sexual harassment of another man is a definite sign that your g-"He was interrupted shortly by his air supply being cut off. Bel had grabbed him by the collar and turned him around so abruptly that Fran's hip slammed into the counter violently. He lifted him up to his higher eye level.
Then through gritted white teeth he growled, "It never happened."
There was an eye-to-bangs moment when their stares were unbroken. After though, Fran was thrown back with excessive force to his normal level, and he steadied himself just in time with the counter top.
"Okay, okay, I understand." Fran let the topic go. It was too early to deal with Bel's nasty little storm mink. That thing really was a hassle.
He just then noticed that he had been looking through this report, but not processing the information. The target was a man in his mid thirties with only scruffs of hair left on his shaved head. He had a meaty look about him, and the skin on his face sagged into his wide muscular neck. There were thin rimmed glasses with tinted cracked lenses resting on the bridge of his nose. He looked upwards through them towards the camera with a smug air.
"Wo-ah this guy's pretty high level," Fran exclaimed. Well it was hardly an exclamation, since it was said in a flat voice.
"Ushishishi too tough for the weak frog? Maybe the un-cute kouhai isn't Varia Quality." He snatched the file from Fran's hands before he could finish reading.
"Then I don't think interim-Princes are qualified either." He was honestly surprised that the detestable hat had not fallen apart by now from the frequent times it had been stabbed.
Bel informed him that the mission was located in Japan. Judging by the time, they should be getting ready to leave soon.
The always had to leave early because Bel and airport security did not have a friendly relationships. It was an ongoing problem. Between Squalo's sword arm, Bel's knives, Xanxus's guns, and Levi's pervert mustache-you would think the Varia would invest in private transportation.
Sadly, there are a shortage of pilots who wanted to fly a group of insane assassins. Surprising huh?
Bel hated flying. He hated airports. He hated that he had to spend these several trapped hours with this frog. There were mixed signals running throughout his brain. None of them were romantic, mind you. They were verging between lust and disgust.
Why had he done it?
Because for those minutes, Bel forgot Froggy was Froggy. He just became a petite boy with shinning green eyes, a feminine figure, and soft sea-foam colored hair. It was just hormones, pent-up tension. Whatever. He decided was no deep and meaningful reason behind it, and it wouldn't have a long-lasting effect. It was just a fleeting moment that deserved to be forgotten about. Somewhere it fit into his plan.
It wouldn't happen again.
In short, right now Belphegor was in an awful mood. It was only resolved by the fact that he would be murdering in a few hours.
Thank God.
It had been quiet for too long for Fran to be comfortable. Usually senpai would be getting antsy by now, and would start tormenting him. Not that he minded him being silent, but it was becoming almost eerie. He didn't even look like he was breathing.
He was turned away from Fran, and had scooted as far away as physical possible, nearly hanging off his seat. The poor stewardess looked frightened out of her mind at who she was supposed to deliver food to. 'Prince the Ripper' had a very individual appearance.
"Senpaii~ I want my food." Bel's sleeping position blocked her from giving the tray to Fran. She also highly suggested that he be the one to wake the crazy-Prince up so they could eat while the turbulence was minimal.
Of course, sacrifice the boy in the giant hat.
He leaned over and poked his cheek. No response, until the third time when he grabbed Fran's hand and…stabbed it.
With the knife protruding from his hand, he gestured to Bel, "I think he's awake now. You can probably put down the tray."
Her fingers trembled as she handed over the two, and then hurriedly pushed the cart off.
He really forgot how normal people acted. But in retrospect, he realized that normal people usually don't carry poison in their back pockets.
He removed the knife and dug it into the arm rest with such force it dented the tip. The sound of the precious metal being bent snapped Bel awake. He sneered, but the grogginess prevented him from throwing anymore, and a dirty-look was his only reply.
People gave them (Bel) jealous stares at his decadent meal. The idea of the self-proclaimed Prince eating airplane-food was preposterous.
"Bel-senpai," Fran spoke after chocking on the over-cooked turkey, "have you ever thought about trying to blend in?"
"Shishi, the frog is the one who looks weird," Bel answered.
Fran had never met anyone else that could sit on these uncomfortable germ-infested chairs and make it look like throne. Apparently others were being affected by Bel's 'royalty' in a different way. The girls who hadn't seen the knives or heard his reputation were giggling, and sending him flirty glances.
It disturbed Fran to a new level.
"I think senpai has fangirls," He whispered, and tried to distract himself from his gnawing hunger after he ruled the dinner inedible. He titled his head, while balancing his frog hat towards their general direction. Bel didn't even spare them a glance.
"Everybody loves the Prince," he arrogantly stated.
Fran rolled his eyes, and started, "I never really l-" he stopped himself.
Bel hadn't noticed Fran retort his sentence, and if he had he paid it no mind. It was the first time he really thought about how the older boy would react when he told him. Or would he be forever pretending to like Bel?
He shuddered at that thought.
Well at least now wasn't the time. He was normally dangerous, and when they were suspended thousands of feet in the air, only enhanced the deadly level ten-fold.
Fran just pressed his forehead against the window, put in his ear-phones, and though he always told himself it was a bad idea to do so while being next to Bel, he fell asleep. And hoped not to get murdered, or puke from what little he ate.
He really couldn't complain about that one though; his Senpai's food had far worse of an effect.
By the time they arrived it was already dark outside, and the prime opportunity to strike. They left their bags at the hotel desk and headed out onto the streets. The ring tracker on the target was surprisingly accurate, and Bel wondered if the information on the report was correct.
It stated on the sheet, that he was aware that he was being pursued, but he seemed to be making no attempt in hiding his location. His intelligence was ranked moderately, so Bel wasn't sure why he would make an idiotic mistake like not hiding his ring.
He considered it being a trap, but the thought was pushed from his mind. His battle genius intuition told him that it wasn't. And he was usually right.
The amounts of people were dwindling and only a few were left roaming around. They paid the two no mind, except for a few curious side-glances at the over-sized hat of the younger male. His dot on the tracker was moving slow, and they caught up quickly.
He was wearing a long trench coat that hung down to his ankles, and a grey cap that hid part of his face.
He was sharp to notice the light footsteps behind him, and when he turned around his face blanched. A look of horror struck him, and Bel's stomach whirled with excitement. He loved it when people made that face.
It was the prelude to him spilling their blood.
They chased him into one of the darker alleys. He foolishly thought that he could outrun them by darting through the twists and turns? Ridiculous, didn't he know who was following him?
Fran made an illusion that sealed off all exits, and turned the open alley way to a dead end. He spun around and his eyes widened.
"Y-you're not supposed to be here. You're supposed to be dead! " He pointed to Bel weakly, not even acknowledging the other male. Froggy was a new member of the Varia and word yet to spread about him. He had yet to even meet Decimo.
"Shishi, what is this peasant talking about?" Bel drew his knives. He thought the dizziness was from jet lag, and the spinning from running, he had fought under worse conditions.
"Bel-senpai, will you just kill him already?" That uncute-kouhai drawled.
He was the defensive one in the partnership. Bel had never seen Fran attack anyone, he used his illusions to protect himself and occasionally Bel. Even his stupid box weapon did not attack. This left Prince the Ripper as the offense. While he attacked, Fran kept the area safe and hide the mess afterwards.
You could say they were the perfect partners.
But that sounded just gross.
Bel drew his knives and wires in an intricate pattern, and launched the weapons at the man. His counter-attack was weak, a predictable shot at his leg. The move was so obvious that a defensive illusion was not put up; because of the assumption Bel could dodge it.
But something unexpected happened, Bel vision shifted and became blurred. His knives flew astray, and wires barely brushed the man. The target's own blade though, was plunged deep into Belphegor's calf, drawing blood on contact.
"…Senpai?" Froggy didn't sound alarmed or surprised, but his reaction was immediate. Bel's hand reached down to the hole in his jeans, and soaked his hand in the dripping liquid.
"Ushishi, you spilled my royal blood."
Belphegor had a reputation for once he saw his own blood the fight became serious. So it was odd when Fran noticed that the man did not look frightened anymore. Instead he was making a similar face as the one in the picture. He seemed to be standing confidently. Even though Bel's correct attack had sliced various parts of his arms, the wires were loose, and he swatted them out of the way.
He laughed, "Pretty impressive that you're still able to stand. It has to have settled into your blood system by now." He stepped closer, "I knew you'd come after me, Prince the Ripper, and I found the one poison that would work against you."
He displayed several of his yellow teeth when he wryly grinned, and seconds Bel collapsed to the ground.
What had just happened?
The man assumed that he had won, and paid Fran no mind. That was until he ran into the illusion wall.
"The fuck?"
Bel was slumped on the ground. His arms were bent on the sides of his head, and his legs collapsed at the knees. He was from the Varia-but even he had trouble seeing through his kouhai's illusion. So when three hulking men appeared behind Fran he wasn't able to tell. And neither was the victim.
When he saw them, his jaw dropped, and he tried to stumble backwards. Bel in his last moments of strength flung four knives that locked the hem of his pants (and him) in place.
"W-what? h-hey guys," He stuttered, "I t-thought we solved everything."
They didn't reply, and he didn't notice then that their faces were distorted. A rough estimate of what their appearances were actually, but his fear overwhelmed reality.
Fran reluctantly scooped Bel up so he could support him. His body was far heavier than anything Fran usually carried and even with Bel's leviathan body, he stilled out-weighed the smaller male, and he had to take slow shuffling steps. He could feel Bel's hot faint breath on his neck, and the tips of his hair brushing against his cheek.
"The Prince is lucky huh Froggy?" It came out in a shaky weak whisper.
Fran responded in a monotone that had a more of a stern edge than usual, "Don't look back, senpai."
Bel ignored him, and tilted his head upwards just a little so he could see. The alleyway was quiet, and he could see the splattering of blood on the walls, and dripping from the ground in thick pools. It was gruesome sight, there were limbs discarded, and he could hear screaming.
After a few seconds it stopped. It was a sight that warmed Bel's heart and filled his sadistic needs.
When nobody left the alley, it was then that he realized. Those were illusions, illusions from the mist guardian. The hellish sight he had seen was from the boy who only defended.
The Prince was in awe. A passing thought that the Frog may actually be a strong admirable fighter, raced through his brain before he lost consciousness.
Fran reached into Bel's pocket to pull out his mobile phone. Surely he would have Decimo's houseline? Fran couldn't take him to the hospital, due to questioning; he couldn't put him in a taxi because it was far too late at night. He wasn't trained to heal these types of wounds. Therefore he concluded this as his finally option. He was supposed to go meet the Vongola anyways; it was killing two birds with one stone.
As he waited for the phone to process the call, he pressed his ear against Senpai's chest.
Trouble-some Prince, making Fran go through all this work just for him. But the Vongola would probably frown upon the Varia loosing another member, even if it was the psychotic storm guardian.
The breathing was light; his chest was barely moving up and down. Fran tore off a piece of his shirt to wrap his leg. Finally a tired voice answered, and Fran cut them off before they could finish their greeting.
"This is Fran, the Varia illusionist. I think Bel-senpai is dying."
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