A/N: I didn't want to upload this... because I don't like it and wanted to edit it. But then, I've never gone so long without uploading and I couldn't be bothered anymore so I was like screw this and here it is. This is the last official chapter, but since I had a prologue - there will be an epilogue after this. Thanks for your support, people.


Hollie looked curiously at Bel with a slight nod. She wondered what he could possibly be thinking. The way he said her name was exceedingly teasing and foreboding, so she prepared herself for the worst.

Bel grinned. "Why did you save me back then, Hollie?" he asked.

The question was surprisingly easy to answer. "Because I didn't want you to die," she said, but Bel noticed she avoided his gaze so he crouched down to make eye contact when her own bangs flopped into her eyes.

"But why did you do that to me even if there was a chance my brother was bluffing and I'd remain living?" Bel saw the girl's eyes narrow.

"You didn't think I'd be so foolish to believe that you wanted to take my place – you came here for another reason, now why don't you tell the prince?" he went on, just going by princely instinct since he wasn't 100% sure he was right about his second statement.

He stood back up and crossed his arms smugly when her eyes widened in surprise. She glared at him and crossed her own arms across her bloody chest.

"Because you were a close friend and without you, I'd get bored," she said.

Bel frowned. "Stop lying."

"Well what do you want me to say!" Hollie snapped, eyes flashing.

"The truth, because you're not saying it," Bel replied. He didn't know what this truth was, but he knew she wasn't saying it. It was easy to see in her eyes that they hid a secret, perhaps one she'd been keeping for a long time.

Hollie's mouth tightened in a straight line and she looked back up at Bel's grinning face. She frowned momentarily before she suddenly reached forward and pushed Bel's bangs up from his face, startling him. And without another word, she launched herself at him, tackling him to the ground and pinning his wrists to the floor with her hands.

Just taking one look at Bel's surprised expression reminded her of the time she used to ambush him as a child, and soon enough all the emotions she'd been keeping in check for so long came rushing.

Both tears from her eyes and blood from her chest dripped onto Bel's shirt, but neither noticed. Even with her vision occasionally swimming, she could make out his grinning face.

She wanted to slap that stupid grin right off.

So she did.

And then she slapped him again before he could retaliate. She threw insults for good measure. "You idiot, you moron, you self-centred bastard!" and with those insults over with, she bent down and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. His mouth didn't respond from pure shock at her outburst, but she kept kissing him. It was like through the kiss, all unanswered questions were answered.

Soon she broke apart and wiped her eyes.

"You're childish side has come out again, Hollie," Bel said with another grin.

Hollie frowned and slapped him again. "Idiot!" she cried, pushing herself up. Bel got up as well.

"You like the prince, don't you?" Bel asked, still with the infuriating grin on his face. Hollie's fists clenched and she didn't answer. "You liked me from the beginning, that's why you kissed me back then too," he kept saying, the simple kiss having revealed many more answers.

"And you took my eye out to prevent me from dying, because that'll hurt you as well, and you came here today pretending like you wanted to win the game to take my place when you wanted a different reward as the winner, but you lost."

Bel reached forward and took Hollie's chin in his hand, making her look at him. "As the winner, I demand my reward," he said, leaning forward. Hollie stiffened, but he didn't kiss her – instead, he whispered something into her ear.

She composed herself and nodded as Bel looked at her for her answer. Bel smiled, content, and moved fixed his hair and tiara back into place.

"!"

Hollie jumped back, utterly freaked out by Squalo's sudden booming voice. He was charging right towards them with the green haired one walking behind him.

"I don't care about your relationship, I want my bloody match!" he shouted, jabbing a sword in Hollie's direction. "AND SURVIVING BELPHEGOR IS IMPRESSIVE, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO JOIN THE VARIA?"

"Long hair captain, she needs to know seven languages to join," Flan put in.

"VOI! WHO'S THE CAPTAIN HERE?"

Flan sighed and jabbed a finger at Squalo.

"Good!" Squalo said in his normal, loud, speaking voice. "AND-"

Squalo cut short when he saw Hollie had sat down, cross-legged and everything.

"Can I recover first?" she said with a small yawn. "And I'm tired…"

"BUT THE MATCH-"

"Hey, if I really can join the Varia, then I can have a match with you anything, right?" Hollie looked at Squalo with a small smile.

Squalo gritted his teeth.

"The prince is going back with his girlfriend," Bel suddenly announced, taking Hollie by the hand, pulling her up to her feet.

"Ooh, Bel-senpai has a girl-"

"Shut up," Bel said, throwing a series of knives into Flan's hat. Flan began to pick the knives out of his stupid big hat and by the time he looked up, Bel and Hollie had already begun to hop from one tree to another before disappearing from sight, leaving a small trail of blood behind them.

"Hey, captain," Flan said, looking at the back of Squalo. "What should we-"

"HOW DARE THE BRATS IGNORE ME," Squalo bellowed, turning around whilst swinging his sword around. Without another word, he began to chase after the couple.

"…" Flan was officially ditched.

He sighed as he looked around at the carnage around him. Trees had become cactuses with Bel's knives, last night's corpses had begun to rot around the place, wires were everywhere just poised to cut through an unaware passer-by, blood filled the air.

And Flan had the awesome job of cleaning up.