A/N I humbly apologize for the extreme lateness of this chapter… TT-TT Life just wasn't going my way. Ugh I hate school, and marks *hides in her dejected Emo corner* I'll be able to write more now that's summer break though so… ^w^" I'll try my best.

This is SLIGHTY AU. I will stick as closely as possible to the original storyline, HOWEVER! There will be things that are different so… yea…

WARNINGS: Is rated M for Gore and Violence! (Lemon… not planned at the moment.)

Main Pairing: B26.

Other Pairings: XS, Hints of Raisel x Bel, And others (pairings come along as story progresses, don't be shy to request for some, I may incorporate them into the story, or try my best to :3)

DISCLAIMER: KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN DOES NOT I REPEAT DOES NOT BELONG TO ME! KHR belongs to Amano Akira! The only thing that belongs to me is this idea/plot bunny.

This is a slightttlyyyy boring chapter, Sorry! Fran's character is hard to write xwx" can't tell what he's thinking behind that poker face, so yea...

SPECIAL THANKS to ALL REVIEWERS *hearts* and especially to RINGLEADER101 for giving me a good wake up slap. It was nice to know there are still people reading my story.

Now... ON WITH THE STORY!

*I suggest reading this chapter in extreme monotone* or *Imagine Fran's poker face*


*A Fallen Prince – Chapter 4*

~*Fran's POV*~

I had stared at my cousin with an impassive, yet slightly interested look as he told me the story of the little boy he had found on one of his missions; I was about 8 then if I remember right. He never told me the name of the boy, but from the way Mammon talked about him, he seemed quite fond of him, actually he seems to like this random kid he found more than he likes me! But I don't necessarily blame him cause… truthfully I kinda like him too (though he sounds like a total psychopath, but I guess that's why he's appealing?).

Well you probably can guess who I am, if you can't... Uhm… What ARE you doing here...? … Jokes, no hard feelings. Anyways, My name is Fran.

I have teal green hair and the same colored eyes. My friends all say that I am very 'feminine' looking, I may have a lean and lithe body, but I don't really look that much like a girl... Do I? I have never liked the way I look. I'm not saying I look bad, I know I look very actually extremely attractive, but not in the way I want. My green hair and eyes always attracted unwanted attention; as well my feminine features would attract the attention of perverts and stalkers. If I could change the way I look, I'd want to look manlier, something like a superhero! Superheroes don't get harassed everyday by weird people. Nor do they get "hit on" by people of the same gender. I have even thought up of a few extremely cool poses to use for when I fight bad guys!

My parents had died when I was about 4, I came home from school and there were police officers there. They escorted me to the hospital, and I had waited there for a long time, even my grandma came to the hospital to wait. I later learned that both my parents were involved in a traffic accident; they were alive when they came into the hospital, but during surgery, things took a turn for the worse and they died. My grandma took care of me after that; Mammon who was my cousin heard about what happened and came to visit whenever he could. He later started teaching me self defense because he had a feeling that I needed to learn it so I don't get attacked by random people, (mostly stalkers...). Mammon later on taught me how to create illusions when he saw that I had potential in doing so. I had thought that physically fighting would be much more useful than using illusions to fight, but Mammon gave me a very long lecture after explaining the importance and usefulness of illusions. Illusions are used to confuse and trick an enemy in to traps, without lifting a finger, or breaking a sweat you could defeat your opponent. Illusions were extremely lethal if used correctly, but if you aren't careful, then the very illusions that you use could harm you.

When I asked why Mammon hid his face under his hood, he had said that if people could not see your face, then they couldn't tell what you were thinking, and it would be easier to control your enemy. I love and respect Mammon a lot as a big brother, not that I let it show on my face, but I know that he knows I do. I decided I wanted to do the same thing and so I started hiding my emotions.

Well back to when I was listening to Mammon's story, I had been completely entranced by the story.

The little blonde boy Mammon described sounded... Lonely, I felt pity for the boy, but I also felt something else as well, this boy gave me a weird feeling in my gut... I wonder what it is.

Mammon continued to talk about the boy, he told me of how he first discovered him, and what he was doing. Strangely enough, this blood filled story soon became my favorite bedtime story, and I made him tell it to me whenever he was here.

Well...It has been over 8 years since I first came under Mammon's care. I have to admit that he has been the best big brother/cousin anyone could ever ask for and I was greatly indebted to him for taking care of me since my parents died. I didn't want to burden my grandmother a lot either so I quickly moved out as soon as I got a job and sent cool stuff and post cards to my grandma, she wouldn't be lonely since my grandpa is there too.

*reminder for extreme monotone*

Aha, I got you didn't I? You must have thought my grandpa was dead since he didn't come see me at the hospital with my grandma. Well he's alive, but he had to stay home and tend to the business (or he was forced to by my grandma, he had wanted to come but….). Why does everyone infer that someone is dead whenever we don't mention them…?

Ah… I got off track again. Anyways, right now, I'm extremely shocked. Well shocked in 2 ways. One, there's a strange and extremely suspicious man at my door claiming to know my cousin Mammon. And two he's dressed like a peacock and overall he looks like… a Gaylord –w-. He was squealing and cooing over how cute I looked and how I resemble Mammon, if that's not disturbing… then I don't know what is.

And NOW, he's saying that Mammon's dead. I feel like putting this guy through that hell's illusion thing Mammon taught me awhile back, he said to use it whenever creepers don't leave me alone. The illusion should be able to stun and scare the affected person for about 2-5 minutes, plenty of time to get away.

But before I was able to do so, the man suddenly puts both his hands over his mouth and gasps.

"OMGEE, I FORGOT TO INTRODUCE MYSELF! Well Frannie-dear~! My name's Lussuria, or Mama-Luss, or you can call me Luss-nee-san~! Maybe Mammon's said something about me to you~?"

I felt the corner of my eye twitch while he was talking, but I remember Mammon talking about this guy once… it was about the place he was working at…called the Varia? Ohh! and it was also in the blonde boy's story again! Mammon had said that Lussuria, an overly flamboyant, colourful, and mother-like figure had squealed in delight over the boy before quickly taking him to his room to "fix" him.

"FRANNIE-DEAR~! Helllooo~?" Lussuria had continued talking while Fran had zoned out.

"….uh what? Also, can you please stop calling me that?" Fran did NOT like being called Frannie, let alone Frannie dear~!

"Well I was asking you if you could come cheer up Bel-dear, and take over Mammon's spot as our Mist Guardian for a while. I remember Mammon saying you were a strong illusionist, and he trained you to be able to protect yourself. Bel-dear is about the same age as you as well, so how about it?" Lussuria looked…sad, yet hopeful as he stared at me.

"… You just told me that my cousin died and now I have to replace him? Also, who the heck is Bel?" Fran was slightly annoyed though his voice came out in the same monotone. Mammon was a precious family member, for someone to speak so lightly of his death irked him…a lot.

Lussuria gasped, "YOU MEAN MAMMON HASN'T TOLD YOU ABOUT BEL-CHAN?" the man nearly screeched before sighing, readjusting his glasses and straightening himself out.

"Well Bel-chan has blonde hair, I don't know what his eye colour is… he always has these long bangs covering his face… OH! And Mammon was the one who saved him!"

Fran's apathetic mask cracked as his eyes widened a tad, Bel is the name of the blonde boy in Mammon's story. The person he found interesting, the person who could stir up the weird feeling in his chest.

Lussuria stood there quietly as he watched Fran, as much as he wanted to giggle at the cute shocked face Fran was showing, he knew that if he did little Fran would get mad and reject his proposal.

"Soo~? What do you say Frannie~?" Lussuria had a finger pressed thoughtfully into his cheek.

A few moments passed before Fran spoke,

"Fine, I'll go." An excited Lussuria let loose another squeal before wrapping his arms around the small boy in a constricting hug. A small smile tugged at the sides of Fran's lips as he thought of finally being able to meet the blonde, no, Bel in person.

I can't wait.


XwX" I'm not extremely happy with this chapter. But... Please review and tell me what you think :)