I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Please Review and Thank You. This FanFic is in Fran's View. Mukuro mentally speaking to Fran. Fran's mentally thinking and speaking inside his head.

Master Pineapple

By Flamewater

Prince was carefully cutting my long hair, my eyes were closed, and lost track of time.

"Fran, I'm done. I think I did a good job." Prince told me happily, I opened my eyes, and had my fingers feel the shortness.

"Yeah, I like it." I commented in a monotone voice and he hugged me for a moment. This time my mind didn't go blank, he pulled away, and placed the silver tiara with six emeralds in the front area back onto my head.

"I figured you would, Fran." Prince stated calmly and he looked at me. "I didn't know it was possible for you to look even better."

"Prince, Your father is here." Anna called out loudly, I blinked my eyes, and wondered how much time had went by.

"You are my little princess." Prince whispered softly before smiling brightly and raced away before I could reply.

Master, I do not belong to anyone. So why did he call me his?

Because the brat is foolish.

Oh, okay. Best not to think too much about it.

"Fran, What did you do to your long hair?" Anna asked firmly and her hands were clenched.

"Nothing. Prince said he loves short hair and offered to cut it. I accepted." I replied calmly while noticing her hands unclenched, a smile on her lips, and briefly wondered why she was upset one moment yet the next was pleased.

"Oh, Frannie. You did good." Anna told me happily, I tilted my head, and she patted me on the head.

Anna and Benigno have not ever given me a hug or a kiss on the cheek. I wonder if it is normal for a child to not receive hugs from people that would be considered a parental figure?

"Dinner is done and I made you a plate." Anna said to me calmly and she looked at me. "Come on, Frannie. Follow me."

I walked behind her while thinking about making a pineapple toy and how I would go about to make it.

"I made sure your food is completely healthy and no chance of you becoming fat or anything like that Frannie." Anna told me cheerfully, I silently nodded, and not really caring if I lost or gained weight. The voice inside my head was not there and must be talking or taking over someone's body.

"I want my bedroom theme to be a Princess theme one." I commented flatly and noticed her annoyed expression, but I really didn't care only wanting to get rid of that frog themed bedroom and would rather have is any other theme. "Prince mentioned to me that a Princess theme is better than a frog theme bedroom."

"Oh in that case I can do a mixture of the Princess and frog theme in your bedroom. Remember Princesses and Frogs go together, Frannie." Anna said happily, a bright smile, and I can tell it was fake. False and truly doesn't matter at all.

"Anna, I was thinking about making Prince some pineapple and frog shaped cookies. When he comes over next week." I told her in a monotone voice, she sighed, and gave me a look.

"Alright, Fran. However I do not want you to eat a single cookie. What if you become fat and ugly, Frannie. Aren't you worried?" Anna asked firmly and I gave her a blank look. "Well, I'm worried and I refuse to let you become fat. I'm looking after you, Frannie."

"I should brush my teeth and wash my face, right?" I asked calmly before leaving her and walked upstairs to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and went to my bedroom.

I wouldn't kiss a frog.

Little one, I'm back.

Hey, Master. Would you kiss an ugly frog and hope it becomes a Prince.

No I wouldn't kiss an ugly frog and I'm not into happy fairy tales.

There are darker and gorier versions of fairy tales. I could tell you some of them. Anna doesn't read the gorier versions to me, but I had found them six months ago and read them. It wasn't scary.

Not a lot scares you, little one.

Anna is worried about the chance of me becoming fat and ugly.

Are you worried?

No for it doesn't matter to me about how I look or about how much I weigh.

What does matter to you, little one?

I do not know, but does it really matter to know such things. What matters to you, Master Pineapple.

I have told you do not call me, Pineapple.

I can't help it. Do you know what matters to you?

Yes, I do know what matters to me.

Liar.

You caught me, little one in my little lie. Well I know what I want to do.

Take over the world that is what a lot of people want to do, but I think it would be quite dull and not worth wilded.

Please do be quiet, little one. If not I will give you nightmares for six nights.

Tentacles and eyes again, Master? How does that even scare anyone.

You would be quite surprise how many people it does scare.

I think illusions are like pranks.

No, Illusions are not like pranks.

Pranks fool people and illusions fool people. Same thing, right?

I will tell for the last time illusions are not pranks.

You are just in denial and everything will be okay, Master. It is okay about being in denial about things and about your purple hair looking like a pineapple. I accept you for who you are Master and the fact you are in denial.

Little one, You have a way with irritating others.

Oh, I didn't know I make others feel irritated.

You are lying, little one.

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