A Royal Encore
Chapter Seven
~Family OC warning in this chapter. (Relative of Fran) Slightly paired with Rasiel.
A Royal Family (1 year after A Royal End. Inspired by A Royal Fall, Chapter Nine: "'Hey! Before you go flirting it up with everyone- *noticeable glance at a young waiter*- sit the hell down and get a freaking drink!'" -Rasiel)
'Fran:
I'll bet you thought you could run away from your cousin, eh? Well, I saw you a few days ago, and because of that, I've found out where you are. You can expect me to be over at lunch tomorrow. Hope you have yourself some really sexy girlfriend I can flirt with! Ha, just kidding. Doubt any girl would take you.
-Your Beloved Cousin,
Flem'
Fran groaned, smacking his forehead as he finished the letter, and looked up at Bel, who was staring back at him with confusion. "Who's... Flem?" the prince asked.
"It's just as he says," Fran muttered, "He's my cousin. Beloved, however, is the exact opposite of what I'd call him," Fran sighed. "He's even more of an immature jerk than me. But on top of that, he's associated with the police force. He's so bad, even Mukuro kicked him out. Not to mention, he's only five years older than me, and he treats me like a little kid."
"Well, that's nothing new," Bel snickered. "So I should go warn the guys, eh?"
"Yeah. Make sure Lussuria knows. My cousin is... well, he's not used to gay people."
"Aw, man, not another one! What are WE going to do?" Bel cried. "Froggy, if he's like that, then..."
"Don't worry about it," Fran sighed, flopping onto the bed. "Let me think about it... go warn everyone."
The next day... Noon...
Lussuria was outside, gardening, and waiting for this 'hater of male-male relationships' to show up at the door. Since the rest of the Varia were fully accepting of his true nature, he refused to hide anything from anybody else. He already had permit to be himself, and that was just how he was going to act. He was going to be himself at whatever cost.
"Hmm? Oh, boy, that is one ugly woman," chuckled a deep voice from behind the Sun guardian. Right off the bat, Lussuria found himself getting tense, and he turned, to see someone who barely resembled Fran.
He was a tall, important-looking man, who came up to Lussuria's height easily, and he sported dark, red hair that hung messily around his face. His eyes were sharp, emerald orbs that stared at Lussuria with blank indifference that rivaled his cousin's, and he wore a black leather coat, the top two buttons undone to reveal a toned chest, and leather pants. He was a handsome man, but Lussuria had long ago learned that looks mean nothing in the grand scheme of things, Levi being the one exception.
"Ah, pardon me, ma'am," the man said, stepping forward. "My name's Flem. I'm looking for a boy named Fran?"
"I'm a man," Lussuria said dismissively, walking back into the headquarters, a rose in his hand. He placed the rose in a vase as he stepped through the living room, and led Flem into the kitchen where Bel and Fran were waiting. "Fran, dear? He's here..."
Fran looked up from beneath the fedora that Bel had forced him to where, and arched a brow. "What's this scumbag doing in my line of vision?" he snarled.
"Oh? Haha, little cousin has himself a job, eh?" Flem laughed, clearly unaffected by the Varia's attempt to cover up Fran's feminine appearance.
"Away with you, Luss. Let Xanxus know that this... thing is in hq," Fran said.
Lussuria clicked his tongue and left, leaving Fran and Bel alone with Flem. Bel was next to the Mist, his hands on Fran's shoulders, trying to enhance Fran's appearance further. "So, what," Flem began, "you run this place?"
"Damn straight I do," Fran said, "what about it?"
"Well, first of all, I would fire that gaylord back there," Flem snickered, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. "And second, I'd like to know who that guy is."
Fran glanced up at the prince, and Bel nodded back at him. "Go ahead," the prince coaxed. "Tell him."
Fran smiled. "This is my boyfriend and second in command, Belphegor."
"Ha! Who in their right mind would name their child BELPHEGOR?" Flem laughed. "And this guy's your boyfriend? Huh! And here I am thinking that a girl might actually take you. Figures. You're too feminine for any chick to take you... 'course, the guys are all over ya! Haha! What happened when he got you in bed, eh? Bet he was shocked! Bwahahahaha!"
Fran couldn't help being embarassed by the other's words, and he bit his lip, trying not to let the declination of his self-esteem get the better of him. But just as he was about to defend himself, Bel stepped in. "I'll have you know that Fran is the most beautiful man in the world!" he shouted. "I love him with all my heart, and would even die for him!" His voice dropped to a whisper. "And the first time I got him in bed, I was stunned by how sexy Fran was. You should be ashamed to even think of him as anything less than the most perfect man in the world."
Flem paused momentarily, then chuckled, before laughing uncontrollably, throwing his head back as he did so. "Fran? Perfect? Whoo boy, are you mistaken!" The older man stood, and folded his arms over his chest, and Fran, knowing what was about to come, reached up and held on tightly to Bel's hand. "Fran is nothing but a lying, decietful fraud- just like his Master!"
Bel glanced down at the boy, and Fran shook his head, telepathically telling the prince, 'Hear him out. It's about time you knew, anyway.'
"First of all, he's a filthy, insecure theif. When someone's close to him, he'll go to great lengths to make sure that the one who likes him won't leave him. Whenever the loved one is away, he'll sneak around in their room, overturning everything to make sure that nothing's suspiscious. If the loved one is in the area, he'll follow them to make sure they aren't meeting up with anyone else."
Fran blushed, looking down, and Bel smiled, gently rubbing his thumb against the back his boyfriend's hand.
"Not just that, either. He'll hoard whatever he can find that his lover won't miss, and stash it in some part of the room that the other can't find. He's a wreck, 'Belphegor'!" Flem finished, smirking at his cousin as he drew out the prince's name.
"This true, Froggy?" Bel asked. Fran nodded, flustered, and took the hat off his head, tossing it behind him.
"Yeah... I am. I've been taking things from you for a long time now, too...," Fran sighed. "Knives, wires, whatever I could whenever you weren't around. I'm also the one who secretly taught Mink how to say my name."
"Aw, I thought he picked that up from me...," Bel murmured. "Oh well. I don't care. I DO love you, after all. I wouldn't care if you stole all my clothes and washed all of them! Besides, it intrigues me when you know something about me that I barely knew myself."
Relieved, Fran pulled Bel down, and kissed him, and Flem rolled his eyes, clearly not amused. "Well, Fran, since you're OBVIOUSLY not the boss here, who is?"
"I am."
The red-haired male turned to see Xanxus, and, after a quick surveying with his eyes, Flem nodded in approval. "Yeah, that makes a lot more sense. You're more cut out to be a boss then Fran'll ever be. Yeah, Fran?"
"Whatever," Fran muttered, Bel sitting beside him.
"As a relative of one of our good members, you're invited to stay for a while, but be careful," Xanxus warned. "I'm not keeping track of their manners."
"Feh. As if any of these blubber-brains could lay a scratch on me, yeah, Fran?"
The illusionist stayed silent.
Xanxus shook his head in quiet disapproval, and he sat down in the usual place, Squalo at his side. Lussuria, too, entered, looking rather forlorn as he stalked into the kitchen's cooking space. Levi entered soon after, and Mammon, looking sleep-deprived, entered as well. "You okay, Monta?" Bel asked. "You're kinda pale."
Mammon gave a frail smile. "Nothing, Bel. I didn't get to sleep as early as I should've last night."
"Looking at sexy pictures of Bel's brother again?" Fran asked coolly. Mammon, having been instantly awakened, stood upright and brought his tentacles about him, about to snarl in embarassment and fury when Flem began to laugh again, clutching his stomach as he stared at Mammon.
"Dang, man! I knew this place was going to be weird, but a tentacle baby? Yeesh, you people have some odd fetishes going on! You're all lucky I don't tell the guys about this. I could have the lot of you arrested for kidnapping a kid and makin' him all kinky."
Mammon leapt onto the table. "I'm NOT a kid!" he shouted. "I'm an Arcobaleno! One of the strongest men in the world! You should be glad you're related to Fran, otherwise I could damn well strangle you!"
"He's NOT related to me," Fran muttered. "He's nothing but a self-absorbed jerk."
"Here here!" Lussuria cried from the kitchen. "Blood relations are nothing! Fran's an angel!"
"SETTLE DOWN, GUYS!" Squalo screamed. "Mammon... get off the table."
The Arcobaleno complied with hesitance, and the Varia stared at Flem for a decent amount of time, all wondering if he could truly be related to the man who had doubled- maybe tripled- their unison and power. He did have similar markings to Fran's, although his were black. But looking between the two personalities, it seemed impossible that they could be cousins.
"Hey, boys, stop staring at me, would ya?" Flem asked. "I'm not gay like you lot."
"That's NOT why they were staring, hun," Lussuria said dismissively, setting plates of food before everyone. "Flem, dear, let me explain something to you. 'We lot,' as you put it, are a family. Bel and Fran are like brothers, Squalo and boss are like mother and father, Levi is like the pet dog that we often forget to feed, Mammon is the youngest brother, and I, often reknown as the Varia's mother, am more often regarded as the house maid. We're all so close together that you might not understand it, dear, but you need to know that we are a family. We're not a group of senseless brutes."
Fran smiled at Lussuria, silently thanking him for explaining the awkward to the newcomer, and Lussuria smiled back, silently telling the illusionist he was welcome. But then...
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, MOTHER AND FATHER?" Squalo raged. "I'M NOT A FREAKING WOMAN, LUSS! GET THAT IN YOUR HEAD!"
"And why am I the YOUNGER brother?" Mammon complained.
"Calm down, scum. What's important is that he hit the nail on the head with Levi," Xanxus snorted. The others sort of calmed down as they agreed with Xanxus, and Flem paused awkwardly, before laughing once more. (Apparently, he had a pretty good sense of humor.)
"Family, eh? I get it! Fran got sick of me, so he ditched Mukuro and ran over here where I couldn't find him. Reeeaaal funny. I suppose he does fit in with a bunch of freaks like you, though. What next, eh? Bet I'll find out next he's having an affair with the waiter at the cafe down the street!"
"Hey, everyone!" said a voice as Rasiel walked inside. "Oh? Flem?"
Flem stared, dumbstruck as he saw the man at the door. "Jill?"
"What're you doing here?" Rasiel questioned. "I told you I was going to handle delivering to this place."
"Uh, no, this is my cousin," the man muttered, jabbing his thumb at Fran. Rasiel grinned.
"Oh, no way."
"Yes way, y'big loser," Flem said, regaining his cocky attitude. "But I'll bet you already knew that."
"I never would've guessed," Rasiel denied. "Who do you take me for?"
"A pervert, I guess," Flem laughed. "Hey, dude, these people are kinda weird for me. Can we go?"
"I just got here!" Rasiel protested. Then, after thinking it over, he gave in. "Y'know what? That sounds like a good idea. Let's go... and by the way, the blonde guy over there's my brother."
"Heh! That's a lie, and you know it. I always knew you were a freak, but you aren't THIS bad! C'mon, man, let's go get lunch."
Rasiel turned back at the rest of the Varia, and winked as he and Flem left, telling the Varia that he'd take that guy off their shoulders. As the both of them left, Fran sighed with relief. "Figures the two of them would be best buds. Flem's a jerk, and Jill's a jerk that was rehabilitated."
"Well then, maybe Flem can be rehabilitated, too," Bel laughed.
"Hey, guys?" Lussuria murmured. "Am I that bad?"
"Are you kidding, Luss?" Squalo shouted. "We freaking love you!"
Lussuria paused, then flushed red, and Squalo, realizing what he'd said, also blushed. "Thanks," Lussuria mumbled, before walking away. Xanxus smacked the back of his shark's head.
"Don't say something so warm and fluffy in front of everyone," he muttered.
"Did boss just say the 'f' word?" Mammon asked Bel, who shrugged.
And so, the Varia continued with their duties as normal.
-End Chapter
THIS IS FREAKING HUGE!
Well, sorry about the OC, lotza people hate that. But did anyone catch the pun in his name? Flem, or rather, phlegm, is like... lung-sweat, put simply. XD It's kind of a mucous...? Maybe I'll put that guy in some other stories if he becomes a sorta popular OC
THIS IS SERIOUSLY HUGE!
I expect a lot of reviews in return for this thing! :D
