A/N: So this is the last chapter, and I'm hoping I ended it well. You all will have to let me know. thank you to all of my wonderful readers and my one faithful reviewer who has been giving me the courage to keep on with this story: koryandrs.

It really truly means so much thank you! You're fabulous!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Katekyo Hitman Reborn, nor do I own the story line to the movie Sucker Punch. But I do, however, love both and enjoy mixing the two together.

Mukuro glided like a graceful typhoon into the dressing room back stage. The others all noticed Mammon's red puffy eyes that he was desperately trying to conceal with cover-up and eye make up. They all wondered what was wrong, but didn't ask, they just figured it had to do with the fact that Giotto had been killed by the awful cook.

"So, boys!" came the sinister mock cheerful voice of Byakuran. "A little bird told me some very… interesting news!"

He walked up to Mammon and wrapped his arm around him and shook him a couple times smiling evilly.

"Y-you promised! You said you wouldn't h-hurt us!" he sobbed, his make up smearing on his cheeks. Byakuran tilted his head to the side and stroked Mammon's purple hair gently as he with drew a gun from his coat and put it to his forehead. Mammon sobbed and pleaded more as he felt the cold metal.

"No one likes a rat Mammon," he said with a smirk, then he pulled the trigger, blood splattering on the mirror behind them.

"Kyoya!" he turned around and faced the skylark next. "No one likes thieves!"

"You'll lose business if you repeat that action," he said, very slowly moving away from the crazed owner.

"Oh? Who's business?" questioned Byakuran curiously.

"Oh I don't know, maybe the Mayor. He is rather fond of me, but then I'm sure you could probably find some one to replace me right?" he replied, looking at him boredly.

"No you're right, that Mayor has a particular sweet tooth for just you," he sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I should just sell you to him as a slave! Get rid of you!"

"If that is what you want to do," Kyoya said looking at his reflection in the mirror and toying with his hair.

"The Mayor is here again tonight, get out there," he hissed. "Gama! Take Mukuro to the Closet for punishment!"

"Yes Boss!" said a buff bleach blonde haired man, as he grabbed Mukuro and dragged him away to the Closet.

"And you!" Byakuran pointed at Fran. "If you weren't so god damn valuable I would have ruined you five times over by now!"

"Well, it's good I'm worth something then I guess," Fran said holding his head up, keeping his face void of emotion, and tone a steady monotone.

"You are the most infuriating creature alive!" yelled Byakuran, pinning Fran up against the mirror.

"Really?" said Fran, his hand slipping under the make up table and feeling for the knife. "I could say the same about you."

Fran stabbed Byakuran in the collarbone, and ripped the key from his neck. He then grabbed the lighter and the map from under the table and ran to the Closet where Mukuro was. He unlocked the Closet and let him out and they lit the Closet on fire and ran down the hall and down the back stairs.

"Do you think we'll make it?" asked Mukuro, hope shining brightly in his monochromatic eyes.

"Yeah I know we will!" said Fran, as they made it to the gate near the entrance, and watched the guard go running to help put out the fire. They ran out the open door as soon as the guard left and ran for the front exit.

"Oh no!" Mukuro whispered, as he peeked over the side of the wall. "There's a group of guys down there! What are we gonna do Froggy?"

"'Something I must find on my own…'" Fran mumbled to himself. "Mukuro… you have to go by yourself… this was never about me escaping… you were the strongest out of us all, you have to go and live for us all. Tell Giotto's mom he loves her… you have to go and live for the rest of us all! For Mammon and me and especially Giotto!"

"But Fran!"

"No! I'm gonna go out there, and when I do, you are gonna run to the gate and run to the bus station!" he said tears in his emerald eyes. "You will live! You will be free!"

"Fran…"

"Be strong Mukuro," he said, patting him on the shoulder then standing up and squaring his shoulders and walking out towards the men.

"Well hello hello baby doll!"

"Meow!"

"Wooow"

"What's you're name Shorty?"

One after one the catcalls came, Fran just stood there and took them. Finally one guy approached him and Fran kicked him in the shin, which earned him a smack upside the head knocking him out.

When he came to he was on a plush bed, in a fancy room. He looked around slowly from where he was and noticed a shaggy golden blond haired man with a silver tiara placed lopsided in the messy locks. He wore a long sleeved loose fitting red and black horizontal striped shirt and black skinny jeans, accompanied with white knee-high boots. He was twirling oddly shaped knives in his hand while he sat.

"A-are you the High Roller?" Fran asked timidly as he cautiously sat up, still examining the blonde.

"Ushishishi, so that's what you call me?" he snickered, tossing a knife up and snatching it out of the air. "I am Prince Belphegor."

"You're a Prince?" Fran asked in disbelief.

"Ushishishi yes you should feel honored to be in the Prince's presence," he said looking at Fran with a face splitting grin.

"Well I guess I have no choice but to just let you do what you want," Fran sighed, and laid back down staring blankly at the ceiling. Bel frowned and dropped his knives on the floor and crawled onto the bed.

"Why do you make it out as if I'm going to treat you as nothing more than a toy?" he purred, tracing his hand gently up Fran's chest, tracing along the side of his face. "I myself am a virgin, but I don't want a toy, I want some one to love."

"Love… ha… everyone I love leaves me…" said Fran coldly turning his head away. He began to think of his family all dying and leaving him alone to be sent to this hell of a place.

"Well maybe this time, this person wont leave you?" he suggested, gently turning Fran's face back towards his, nuzzling his nose.

"I don't think so…" Fran whispered breathlessly, tears clouding his emerald eyes. He could feel his walls slowly breaking, and felt a strong magnetic pull towards this Prince. Bel moved his messy locks from his face to reveal shocking electric sapphire blue eyes. Fran gasped and became entranced in the electric twin pools of blue.

"Let me love you Fran," he whispered, as he leaned in. "Please…"

"Ok…" he whimpered, leaning into the kiss. Bel kissed Fran deeply tangling his fingers in the silky green locks. Fran felt Bel's tongue asking for permission, and he opened his mouth, humming and enjoying the feeling of the slick muscle dancing with his. He ran his hands up the front of Bel's long sleeved stripped shirt marveling over the satin smooth skin. Fran kissed to Bel's ear.

"Take off your shirt," he panted breathlessly, nipping his ear playfully and pulling the shirt up a bit. Bel smiled, sat up and pulled off his shirt. Fran noticed on his left hip there was a crescent moon birthmark. He traced it for a few seconds before his hand was captured and brought to Bel's lips.

"You're turn," he said a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he began to push Fran's shirt up. Bel licked his lips as he revealed more and more of the creamy white skin. "I'm gonna eat you up Froggy, I'm gonna love you up until you want no one else but me."

He began to kiss up the pale chest until he found a perky light pink nipple, which he began to nip and suck on. Fran began to twitch and bite his bottom lip, he could feel a pressure building in his skinny jeans, and it was getting worse as Bel grinded his hips into his.

"Nnn… ha… Bel…" he whimpered, thrusting his hips up. Bel ran a hand down to Fran's pants and undid them, tugging them and his boxers down to his knees. He kissed his way down to Fran's hips earning a shiver from the greenette who's head was turning from side to side, eyes closed.

"Mmmm you taste like vanilla and strawberries," he purred, nuzzling Fran's hip, he then licked the tip of Fran's hardened length teasingly.

"Ha… nnngh… ah…" he had tears in his emerald eyes as he watched Bel begin to bob up and down on him. His toes began to curl, and his fingers tangled in the messy golden locks. "Ah…. Bel… I-I can't… oh god… I-I'm gonna…"

"Mmmm hmmmm," purred Bel around Fran's cock. Fran felt the hot coil of pleasure come undone an instant later, the hot thick white ribbons shot down Bel's throat. Once he had finished swallowing, he shoved his fingers in Fran's mouth. Fran tiredly sucked the fingers making sure all the fingers were well coated in saliva. He removed his fingers, and cover Fran's mouth with his. His hand traveled down Fran's body and between his legs. He circled the tight entrance with a finger before slowly pushing it in.

"Nnnmmph… feels weird…" he groaned, squirming a bit. Bel nuzzled into his neck nibbling and kissing trying to distract him.

"Try to relax," he soothed, as he toyed with his green locks. Slowly Fran relaxed, and Bel was able to loosen him more and added another finger.

"Ha! If I can hardly take this how am I supposed to fit a cock up my ass?" whimpered Fran, his green eyes looking widely at Bel for answers.

"It'll work don't worry Froggy," he said, as he moved his fingers around searching for something. Suddenly Fran's eyes popped open, and he moaned leaning his head back into the pillow as shocks of pleasure went through his body.

"Ushishishi found it!" snickered Bel as he stroked the spot a couple more times then added another finger. He began to loosen Fran up more, but made sure to hit his prostate while doing so.

"Nnnn… mmmm… ha… fuck Bel!" he cried out, his hands gripping the sheets. Finally when Bel thought Fran was ready, he removed his fingers causing Fran to wine at the loss. Bel chuckled at this, then positioned himself at Fran's entrance. Then he slowly pushed into the tight hole. Bel squeezed his eyes shut, and threw his head back, inhaling and holding his breath. He was afraid to move, that if he did he might break the person under him. After what seemed like ages, Fran moved a little under him, and he took that as the ok to move.

"Ha…f-faster! Oh God Bel faster!" cried Fran, as he moved his hips in time with Bel's powerful thrusts. Bel smirked into Fran's neck and went faster, causing the young greenette to arch his back.

"Like this Froggy?" he panted, a sheen of sweat on his lithe body as he whispered into his precious jewel's ear.

"Fuck yes! Ahh… Bel feels so good…only you…" Fran whimpered, clawing his nails down Bel's back.

"That's right Fran, only me, no one else," Bel purred nipping down his neck and along his collarbone. "God Fran! You're so tight!" he growled against Fran's skin.

"Nnna… Bel! Harder! Fuck me harder!" Fran screamed clawing his nails of his right hand down Bel's shoulders and tangling his fingers of his left hand in Bel's messy blonde hair. Fran was a hot mess and could feel his climax coming fast.

"Who'da thought my beautiful jewel would like it so rough?" snickered Bel as he thrust harder. "Mmmm I love you Froggy…"

Bel reached down between him and Fran's sweat covered bodies and began to stroke him, causing Fran to thrust his hips up to meet the hand gripping his length. He opened his eyes and saw those pools of electric sapphire looking back filled with a fire that he wanted to play with. He felt the coil of warmth pooling in his groin and he knew he was gonna come undone.

"B-Bel I-I'm gonna… gonna cum!" he gasped out through his panting and moaning.

"Then let go Fran, just let go. I'll be here to take care of you after," grunted Bel, as he leaned down and kissed Fran. With those words and a few more strikes to his prostate Fran was sent into the body-spasm-white-out that was his orgasm. Bel finished shortly after, the spasms from Fran's body causing him to cum. He kissed Fran once more, looking deeply into his eyes then kissed him again.

When Bel pulled away from Fran, he took off his glasses and put down his tools for the lobotomy he had just preformed.

"Dr. Lal Mirch did you see the way he looked at me?" questioned Bel, as he whipped his hands clean, and began to flip through Fran's folder.

"Well this boy's been through a lot since he's been here, he helped another patient escape, burned down a part of the asylum, and stabbed a nurse in the collar bone. He also lost a friend who was one of the other patients," Dr. Lal Mirch said.

"Might I ask why you authorized this operation Doctor?" Bel asked flipping to the page with the doctor's signature.

"What do you mean? I never okayed this!" she snatched the file from Bel reading over the paper and signature quickly. "Sure he was disturbed, but he never needed anything like this!"

"But Doctor, is that not your signature?" Bel asked tentatively pointing at the signature. Lal Mirch looked hard at the signature, adjusting her glasses.

"This signature is forged," she said, looking at the now empty chair where Fran was. "Where did he go?"

"The nurses came in and took him away… you don't think that the person who forged this signature has something to do with Fran's being taken by the nurses do you?" questioned Bel.

"I am afraid to think so… but until we find the boy and make sure he's ok then we wont know. Come we must get the police and find Fran," Lal Mirch said, holding the folder and marching from the room.

In another room of the asylum, Fran was being sat down, his doll like body complying to everything that his captors forced him to do. His glassy teal eyes had a shine that said he wasn't there any more.

"Oh no you don't you brat you come back!" Byakuran yelled shaking Fran's shoulders. "Come back!"

He furiously kissed Fran, wrapping a hand around his pale delicate throat and beginning to grip light at first then harder when he didn't get any response. "Come back damn you! Come back!"

He began to cry as Fran's lips started to pale and turn blue-ish, "Come back please…" he whimpered releasing Fran's throat and running his fingers through the medium teal locks. "I-I-I'm sorry Fran! Please come back!"

At that moment Lal Mirch and Bel as well as a few cops came into the room. Byakuran just laid his head against Fran's shoulder. The cops pulled him away and cuffed him.

"Fran? Fran are you ok?" asked Lal Mirch.

"He's not there! He's gone!" yelled Byakuran struggling in the hold the police had on him.

"Get him out of here!" growled Bel, as he walked over to Fran to examine him for physical injuries. "Well he doesn't look severely injured, just some bruising around the neck. Should heal up just fine."

"That's good… I just wish we knew now how poor Mukuro is," sighed Lal Mirch, helping Fran up and escorting him to his room.

Miles away Mukuro had stolen some clothes that were hung out to dry and changed into them and continued on his way to the bus station. Once there he went to get on the bus, but didn't have a ticket.

"Get on the bus pup, find a seat in the back it's gonna be a long ride, so get comfy," said the driver.

"B-but I don't have a ticket," Mukuro whispered.

"That's ok, now come on," he said with a kind smile. Just as Mukuro was about to step on to the bus, two police came up to him.

"Pardon us sir but might we ask you a few questions?" asked the first officer.

"I'm sorry gentlemen but I'm on a schedule and this young man's been on the bus since Hartford, just let him off to use the restroom," smirked the bus driver. "And one more thing he's been a joy the whole time."

"Is this true sir?" asked the second officer. Mukuro nodded his head.

"Well then good day to you," the first said the second following him as they walked away from the bus.

"You didn't have to do that for me," Mukuro whispered.

"Nonsense, now you just go find a seat in the back and get comfy like I told ya to earlier the road is long," said the driver with a gentle smile. With that Mukuro found his way to the back of the bus and curled up on one of the benches and slowly dozed off to sleep with the sound of the bus' engine humming him to sleep. At last he was free.

A/N: Hey guys! So, as always comments and criticism of any kind are always welcome! Thank you for your time.