Chapter 7 – Of Traps and Annoyance

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn is owned by Akira Amano. I'm just a dweeb that writes for fun.


After the occurrence of that strange event, Mireille was given errands to do so as to prevent an inevitable event from happening, lest those two was left in the same room at the same time. It would do Varia no good to have killed a guest in their own area. It was on mutual agreement that the Prince would not be able to control his blood lust another time. It greatly irritated the Prince that no one believed he had self control but he knew better than to argue. He let it be, despite having a strange feeling when he did not see her around.

Since then many days had passed. It had been a busy week for Mireille. She was sent off to every parts of the country to do errands for the Varia. Xanxus had made a rule that if she wished to stay; she had to make herself useful. She was there in his room, fixing his clothes worn out from all the missions, when he woke up. He would have thought to play with her when he returned from his mission. But, by the time he returned; she appeared to have gone for another errand for the Varia Boss. Sometimes days passed without the pair seeing each other – between errands and missions– and that sickening feeling grew.

That feeling kept him from his sleep. Grudgingly, he dragged his feet to the balcony of his room. Every room had one, a balcony. He stared, if his eyes could be seen, unhappily at the dark skies, his face worn a frown. "I still haven't got a clue what happened the other day," he muttered unconsciously, and when he did realize what he was saying, he kicked the one of the balusters. His mood grew worse by the minute. Why is the Prince getting so worked up over nothing? He did not know, neither did he wish to know. He always had a stubborn character and because things always went his way, he was never bothered to care about other people.

He tried not to be bothered about others, he only cared about himself. It did not worked out well because whenever he saw her, that sickening feeling nagged at him. Images of that night came to mind. And whenever he remembered how weak and frightened she looked that night, he wanted to just… hurt someone. The Prince was getting weird. Why was he… over someone whom he just met recently? No one had ever made him that way. Maybe, he should get rid of her. Yes, the Prince should and then everything will be just the way it should be, again. Or will everything break apart?

While he was lost in his thoughts, Lussuria came barging into his room, knocking him out of it. He did not move though, and merely ignored Lussuria's presence. "Bel-chan, Bel-chan, I know you can hear me. Mireille's not back from her errand. Could you ple-" Lussuria said, in his usual-yet-annoying-to-the-Prince's voice. "…Annoying," The Prince muttered, clearly in a pissed off tone. "Clearly, she did stupid things like falling or something. She will return later. Why are you bothering the Prince with such trivial matter?!" He was getting worked up again and this time, even Lussuria was there to see it.

The Prince was going to ignore him right? Why did I reply? It was because of that annoying woman!

The Prince walked off then, seemingly trying to avoid this conversation from continuing. As he walked out the way, Lussuria spoke again, "…But she's late for almost an hour. She doesn't do that often. But, Bel-chan knows her better. So, she'll be fine right, Bel-chan?"

"The hell would I know!" Belphegor replied and slammed the door behind him, taking his varia jacket along. An hour. No matter how stupid a person can be, thereis a limit of stupidity as a hitman. There is no way a hitman would be– He bumped in the the long-haired commander.

"Bel."

"What?!"

"Why do you sound so pissed off?"

"Kaching. Just look way you're going, Squ-senpai!"

"….WHY YOU– I have no time for this. Have you seen Mireille? This is the first time she's late. She was going to get a parcel for the Boss downtown from the–WHERE ARE YOU GOING BEL?!"

Belphegor ran off before Squalo could finish his sentence. Squalo sighed and walked towards Xanxus' office. Belphegor, on the other hand, wore his jacket in a rush and ran out of the mansion. Approaching downtown, he was greeted by the smell of sweat and alcohol of a group of annoying people scrambling to the bar. They stopped to look at the Prince as he ran past them. "What's the rush kid, you killed someone?" "Look at his fringe, you think he's nuts?" "AHHAHAHAHAHHAHA, brat must have pissed his mom off!" The crowd burst into laughter not knowing who they were talking about.

"I HEARD THOSE REMARKS, FOOLISH PEASANTS. IF I WASN'T BUSY I WOULD HAVE SHOW YOU PEASANTS SOME BLOOD WORKS. THE PRINCE WILL REMEMBER THIS HUMILIATION AND MAKE YOU FOOLS PAY….in death," Belphegor thought and a grin appeared on his face.

That grin did not last long for when he heard her voice, a frown appeared. A weird feeling nagged at him, bidding him to reach for the voice. His body was moving on his own, into the dark alley. Normally, he would have planned this thoroughly. This time, the battle genius could not. Everything was against his will. Looks like I really have to get rid of her…

"Look, I have nothing. Could you please leave me alone now?" The familiar voice resounded. Close enough and Belphegor found her. She was surrounded by thugs. Thugs managed to stop a hitman? Really now, woman?

"You can't lie to us. We're professionals. Our informant told us where you went and what you were given. We're not letting you go until you give us that parcel. Well, even if you did give us that parcel, you're not leaving this place alive." The group of thugs replied, pushing her to the ground.

"Who's not going to leave this place alive again? Ushishishi~" Belphegor spoke suddenly. The thugs turned their heads to the direction of the voice. Nothing but darkness. And then, the head of one of the thugs fell.

"The f–Who's there?! Show yourself coward!" That event left the thugs to shake in fear.

Mireille got up to her feet, displeased with the turns of events. One of the thugs approached her, "Who said that you can mov– OUCH!" "Shut up," Mireille replied as she twisted his arm and shove him aside. "Belphegor, why are you here? I can handle this myself. I don't need your help."

"Ushishishi, says the hitman who failed to finish her mission in time." Belphegor said, showing his face to Mireille. Her eyes showed displeasure and this made the Prince rather pleased. Looks like all this pain was to see her angry face.

Mireille lunged at the thugs and punched them in stomach, making them passed out. "Who said I failed?" Mireille smirked, taking something out from the pocket of the leader of the thugs. A box with an insignia. "This is… that family." She ambled out of the alley, moving away from it. Belphegor grimaced, "Did that woman just leave without the Prince? All the trouble I–ah…" He realized that he went through all this trouble for a woman. He scratched his head, confused with his actions.

He grabbed Mireille's by her arms. "I didn't say you could leave yet." Hoping that she would be pissed off which came true when she darted her eyes at him, "I'm going to be late." He obviously thought he would be happy when he see her angry. Yet, he frowned in displeasure. His feelings backfired his plan. He did not wanted to see her angry at him. Why?

"Shut up!" He shouted, not realizing this would piss her off even more. "Why should I?!" She replied in an even angrier tone. "Because I'm the Prince! You, a lowly woman should listen to me! ALL THE TROUBLE I WENT THROUGH TO FIND YOU! WHY CAN'T YOU APPRECIATE–" He stopped when he noticed the change in her expression and what he was telling her. He did not plan to blurt everything out to her. He backed away from Mireille. Her eyes were widened with confusion, "Why?" The Prince looked away, "Why? It's obviously because you're… "

Mireille approached Belphegor. He was cornered. "Why?" She asked again. His breathing became uneven with this unfamiliar expression on her face. What was wrong with the Prince? He would look like a fool if he said he was worried, which he was not. He looked at her and looked away again. His fingers still had not left her arms and his eyes left her to watch his hands. He let go her arms instinctively and walked away.

The Prince has been walking away from everyone, hasn't he?