Chapter 7:

Disclaimer: this is merely based on katekyo hitman reborn!, and is not from the original maker.

Please enjoy and feel free to leave comments. A Belphegor x OC.

-3 days later—

Each day continued as the one before. Even Bel was getting bored. They put on their disguises—Bel as a red haired girl (yes, the same one that he used when he was in Tsuna's school when they were still young), and Akayo as a black hair boy.

"What are we doing this for, Bellie?" Bel narrowed his eyes at Akayo.

"Stop giving people random nicknames!"

"Then… Belsie?" Bel sighed and looked away.

"Call me Bel….if my full name…is a bother…to…you…" Bel stuttered, his cheeks suddenly glowing pink. Akayo smiled, but Bel didn't see it. Akayo closed her eyes and continued walking, suddenly falling down as she bumped into something…rather someone.

"Ah, gomenazai!" The girl suddenly burst, but then narrowed her eyes at Bel's disguise. Bel—in his mind—gasped, but remained calm in front of the girl. It was Haru, a girl that recognized his disguise.

"Do I know you?"

"Ie, I haven't seen you around." The girl pondered for a moment, glanced at her watch, then with a Ha-hi!, disappeared around the corner. Akayo narrowed her eyes at the disappearing figure. For a weird reason, she didn't want that girl near Bel. Today, they, together, Akayo and Bel, were going to be free for a while, for they never knew when they would survive to, if it would be the next hour, the next day, or the next month. But they, at least Bel, knew that they'd be in this together—they were destined to die, anyhow.

Bel walked upon the familiar sidewalks, yet felt a tinge of unfamiliarity. He couldn't be "known" to anyone, he, no, they (Bel and Akayo), were strangers to this town, just traveled here, and on their way out. Bel stopped in front of a long cloth curtain, where savoring sifts of fish roe, salmon and tuna grasped the air, and pulled itself into Bel's nose. He smiled, but then frowned once again. There was a huge risk of seeing Yamamoto, the rain guardian of Vongola here. If he was seen…. he would definitely be reported, they'd have the entire city closed off and in search of them. However much of a genius, Bel wouldn't be able to escape—neither would Akayo. The girl stopped suddenly beside him, as if suddenly halting a car and all the forces shift forwards. Bel raised an eyebrow and turned to her, her features were still visible, so Bel made a mental note to forget about that, but when Akayo didn't talk…she actually seemed quite cute. Bel pinched himself for having such weird thoughts, only a princess would really fit with the true blood prince.

"Ano, sempai, I'm hungry." Bel sighed. How could he not predict this coming? Yamamoto's father's sushi shop was most definitely, the best around town. However small, peasants as well as some hidden royals would come here to dine. He and Mammon had done so together many times. Then he stopped.

-flashback—

"Sempai, sempai! Daijobu-desu ka?" The little boy in the frog hat shook Bel around, who was just a burnt figure lying on the leisurely couch. Bel could only manage to open half an eyelid, and that was already using all of his energy. Bel's only mistake in this battle was that the enemy had gotten hold of Fran, and Fran, still not capable of her full capacity yet, was suffering. Without caring about how strong the opponent was, Bel took them all of them. All fifty of them. But that was with hard payment, stepping on a bomb.

"Sempai…" Fran's voice stuttered, then shyly backed away. This was so not "Fran-like", yet it was his hidden personality. The one behind his mask that he always put on in front of others, even Bel.

"H-h-hai…?" Bel managed, coughing a bit more. His chest had been injured.

"Bentou. If you eat it…perhaps…" Bel smiled.

"Arigato, arigato." Bel laughed (coughing up little bits of red liquid as well), "how sweet." It would sound too sweet, too fake if he didn't add some of that sarcasm he was famous for. Or that laugh. Except- he couldn't manage the laugh. Fran flushed and threw the box on top of Bel's chest, causing him to wince, crunching his entire face.

"Che! It's not like that—I just enjoy making scenes of you dying. It's very amusing." With a slam, Fran exited his room.

-end of flashback—

Bel felt his tongue at the top of his mouth, he closed his eyes and strived to remember the same taste that Fran had created. Oh, no, it was not delicious at all. It was the worst try at cooking anyone could have, more all, it tasted like burnt metal. Yet whenever Bel remembered that feeling he had while he tasted it, there were only two words to describe it—electric care. It sounded way to feminine for a Bel, but he still smiled at the thought. He opened his eyes again, and Akayo was staring at him curiously.

"It's dangerous." He murmured, suddenly wincing, whether it was from the memory of the horrible tasting bentou, or the fear of anyone else that he cared about getting lost, he did not know. Just like in those anime scenes where people make puppy dog eyes, this was where Akayo performed one. The light gazes of sunlight reflecting out innocently, purely, the light pink tinge of her lips slightly gorging, then the cadence of the blinking in her eyes. Bel never knew how to take care of girls like this. He sighed. Perhaps if he got caught…only he got caught, then Akayo would be safe. That would be the least he could do for this new girl—so similar to Fran. A sense of nostalgia filled up his stomach, it made him churn and twist inside, but he maintained a straight face in front of Akayo.

"Shishishi- I'll go get it. You go hide around the corner." As Akayo made her way across the corner, Bel murmured, "be safe…", but only the wind heard and gobbled it up.

-reuniting at the corner—

Bel clutched the little plastic bag delicately, afraid to wound the little pieces of sushi hidden within, trying to keep his signature grin as small as possible, he walked around the corner. Akayo wasn't there. She wouldn't ditch him, if she wanted to escape, she could have done so early in the morning. But then, where was she?

The same panic, the same feeling that he didn't want to admit lurched up into his legs, his stomach, and he leaned onto the wall for support. No…no… he wouldn't lose another important person. He simply couldn't. This day was supposed to be special, where they could be free once in a while, and as his negative thoughts revolved all around him, he fell to the ground, gobbled within welters of Fran's memories.