Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman REBORN! was created by Akira Amano.

Claimer: I own the plot, OCs. Nothing more, nothing less.

Warnings: takes place before Xanxus acquires Gola Mosca. Blood and gore warning (depending on how imaginative you are).

Pairing: BelOC; slight sexual joke at the end


She's finally submitting.

They're in their usual hospital room from the past couple days. Those ugly color-vomited curtains are pulled around the bed so that no one could see them, and a nurse had already left literally just two minutes before this situation.

The situation where the blond finally managed to have the brunette strewn out in front of him, compliant and no longer willing to fight as he holds her thighs in his hands as they were settled lightly against his sides. He couldn't stop the enormous grin from making his face feel like it would be cut in half. He can't remember how he got to this situation, honestly. But he's here nonetheless, and he's going to make the best of it.

Even though he got her assent, she had her face buried in a pillow, covering her face so that it wouldn't be seen. If he could do this with the simple request that he not see her face, he would adhere to the silent demand. He can't stop the almost manic giggle that escapes his mouth. He knows he makes it, but it almost seems like it's coming on deaf ears. But that was no matter. He didn't care if he didn't pay attention to his own glee.

What matters is what's in front of him.

The blond lets one of his hands slowly roam up soft skin, moving under her hospital gown. There's no reaction, but he would get one. With his other hand, he snaps out a scalpel. He doesn't remember how he got it either. Belphegor tilts his head, starting to hum with pure contentment as he settles the cold metal lightly against her warm, soft skin on the outside of her leg. He caresses the other leg, more than just enjoying the feel of skin rubbing against skin.

The other leg, he lets the blade do some stroking along skin. His eyes glance down through his blond bangs to see a blossoming red line begin to form itself along tanned human skin. He giggles, and feels a tremor go through those legs, tightening around his sides. He lets out a streak of loud, crazed laughing. She's enjoying it just as much as he is, it would seem.

The scalpel disappears, and he runs his finger along the long cut, enjoying the jerking motions made from the pain that he feels her doing. Belphegor runs Aria's blood on his tongue, deeply enjoying the taste of blood and cherries. He lifts the wounded leg, moving it so that he could run his tongue along her wound, letting his hand move her hospital gown lower, and over her hips so it starts to reach up her own sides.

"Show me how you feel," he mutters huskily close to the pillow so the girl underneath could hear. When no reaction is given, he feels a twitch on his face and he grabs the crisp white pillow, yanking it out of her grip.

Prince the Ripper's body flinches upon seeing no face on the girl, just cut shapes of eyes and a mouth, the blood dripping down in torrents and completely dying the bed in red as it drips down onto the floor in an already-made pool of blood. Prince the Ripper rears back, not at all sure how those wounds appeared to make a face on a blank head.

The room had somehow gradually become black until he notices that there's only a white floor and this bed, while they seem to be floating in space. The pools of blood near the head of the bed start to form into tentacles, and they start moving into the air, wavering as they do so and continuously dripping never ending crimson liquid.

'Aria' sits up too quickly, causing him to sit back, trying to move as far away as possible as she approaches. The cut-on grin on her 'face' actually moves as she says, "Isn't this what you've always wanted?"

He could see the muscle as she spoke. He grabs his scalpel and stabs it into her ear.

I just want to be whatever you want me to be.

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Belphegor's eyes snap open. He sits up, slowly, realizing he's breathing heavily. He feels a searing pain on his leg. He moves the covers and looks at his right thigh to notice bright red scratches to where they're almost bleeding. He had just gotten the bandages taken off of this leg—the only place where there were hardly any wounds—and yet this had happened? He pulls his hospital gown down, since it had hiked up to his side.

The blond looks over to the bed beside him. The curtains are pulled to where he can't see the brunette. His nostrils flare, a sense of annoyed panic coming up. He moves out of the bed, and pulls them aside. The teen girl is on her side, her back facing him. He holds her shoulder and pulls her so that she's on her back now.

She's peacefully conked out. No harm has been done.

Belphegor runs a hand through his sweat-laden blond locks. He crinkles his nose upon feeling how wet he is all over. But he runs his mostly dry hand along Aria's cheek. She looked pale in the dim light. He glances at the clock and notes that it's about three in the morning. Heaving a sigh, he moves away from her bed and goes into the bathroom. He takes a quick shower, also putting on a new hospital gown. He was allowed to take off the bandages today, but he kept them on for no apparent reason. But he doesn't need them now.

The blond teen goes back to the old gunman. He pushes her onto her side. It would seem she'd be hard to wake up since she took some medicine for some reason he doesn't know. He moves under the covers behind her. Yawning, he moves his arm over her, molding it against Aria's arm as well. Moving his face into her hair, he takes a deep breath and drifts off, hugging his toy to have the comfort of sleep take him into its arms sooner.

He doesn't get to really sleep before Aria turns to him. He wakes up in an instant since he only just drifted off. She blinks lazily, trying to comprehend what she's seeing.

And she's seeing a blond-haired guy sleeping behind her when he shouldn't be. She slurs her words as she snaps, "Get out and go to your own bed."

"No."

Aria narrows her eyes, but feels Belphegor tighten his grip around her. It isn't in the usual way where she feels constricted, or like she's property. There's something more human about it. It's an emotion she sometimes felt around the blond when he went back to being Prince the Ripper. She furrows her brow as she stares into blond locks where a set of eyes should be. Surprisingly, Belphegor isn't smiling or anything. He looks quite serious.

I'm going to regret this later, Aria thinks to herself.

She starts to wiggle, confusing the Hitman. But he lets her go a little to realize that she's turning herself around so her back isn't facing him. She settles her head on the pillow, staring at him. Her stare seems to say that she wants him to speak about that look on his face, but he just stares back. She heaves a defeated sigh and closes her eyes.

Belphegor settles his arm over her shoulder, lightly entwining his fingers into her brown hair. He leans forward so his forehead settles on hers. He feels her tense up, but to his contentment she does nothing to push him away. Now he could feel the traces of a smile come onto his face as he quickly goes back to sleep.

Now he could really mold his toy into something that he can sleep with.

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It's like clockwork to both of them now.

Belphegor woke up just as Aria was drowsily opening her own eyes. He yawns loudly, but rolls out of the bed with a little difficulty because of the metal bar that's pulled up on the sides of the small hospital bed. Aria stretches as he moves to his own bed, getting under the covers just in time for the door to open and have a nurse come inside the room.

They both go through the normal checkups and then when the nurse is gone—he thinks she throws a wink at Aria—he turns to the teen girl and says, "We're going to go eat."

"I don't like eating breakfast in the hospital. The food isn't decent and it just tastes like depression. Because you know what it means?" Aria asks. "It means that you've stayed a whole day in a hospital."

"Ushishishi, I didn't ask."

No matter what Aria would say or do, in the end she walks into the cafeteria with Belphegor beside her. He has this triumphant smile on his face as he looks back at her to make sure she's following. He's been doing that every other tens of seconds to where it doesn't seem like he's trying to make sure she's still walking behind him. She wants to say something about it, but figures if she did she wouldn't get any sort of real response so she keeps her mouth shut and keeps up until walking into line to get some food.

The old gunman looks around the cafeteria, noting that families are laughing or talking too loudly—probably trying to pretend they're eating at a nice restaurant and nothing is wrong—and that the loners are either nurses, doctors, or people with downtrodden faces who probably have someone they know or love here in the hospital as well.

She stands at the end of the line, not wanting to take the extra few steps to actually be "in line." But Belphegor sets his hand on her lower back, lightly pushing her forward. Aria shivers upon feeling his hand put pressure on her lower back, and she thinks she feels his breath near her neck, breathing near her hair. And then she's sure she hears an almost silent deep inhale. So Aria freezes after taking those last few steps.

The brunette looks back to the blond just as he's leaning away, a rather large grin on his face. She knew he wanted her to have heard what he was doing. It's his way of telling her that he can do as he very well pleased since she's "his toy."

He leans forward again and whispers, "I think I found a way to stay longer. I'd be a terrible person if I left my favorite toy lying around somewhere, especially a hospital. Ushishishi~"

She lets her jaw clench. He really couldn't comprehend what his presence and his words made her feel. She wonders what he could be missing from his life that didn't let him actually at least understand people before deciding that he wanted to mess with their heads. She still has no idea what about her had caused him to become so fixated on her when he's probably accompanied at least one Varia "lackey" and they all have certain personalities so they would've spoken up against him at some point.

Or it might be because she's the only one around his age. That might have something to do with it. But he doesn't seem like the type that would particularly care about age—and there are other women amongst the Varia.

They get their "food"—Aria is very hesitant to call breakfast food that when it tastes like its rubber or cardboard—and eat at a table by themselves. She could feel eyes on her, and it made her shift uncomfortably every so often. Once finished, he sticks close beside her as they head back to the hotel room. He held her wrist, barely pulling her along, but sometimes she felt a finger caress her skin on her wrist. It made her want to rear her hand away, yet she kept it still and let him do as he pleased.

As much as she hates to admit it, this is the sort of Belphegor she wanted near her—not Prince the Ripper. It's a conflicting stage for her because she knows that wherever she has the blond, the blood-lusting inner-self will always be right there beside her as well.

"You must be feeling better already, mm?" Belphegor inquires, turning to the brunette with a normal smile on his face, although it still has all of the playfulness that only The Prince can have.

"Just having a full stomach is better, I guess. But having to move everything on the way down wasn't as pleasant," she mutters.

"I could give you something that could go down just as unpleasantly~"

The old Hitman takes a chance. She rams her elbow into the Varia member's stomach while looking like she's looking around because she thought she heard something. She hears a grunt, and smirks to herself in satisfaction. She leaves the blond behind and goes back into their room. She's pretty sure that action won't earn her any graceful presence of Prince the Ripper. She'd be right to assume that.


Wow! It's been a while since I've updated this series! I hope you guys forgive me! It's just getting harder to update anything since I work a late shift, and then I go to school in the early morning. I really only ever get a few hours to myself anymore.

But I hope that you guys enjoyed this update! For some reason, it felt EXTREMELY good to "vent" in this update. Hopefully you can expect more updates since I finished my other series.

I still need reviews, though! I need some constructive criticism! I need to know what you guys like, and what I can do better so that next updates are better, too!

But no reviews that are just burning me or something. They. Do. Nothing.