Hi Guys! Sorry for not updating! More chapters coming soon! No gore in this chapter, but I guess you could say fluff? Actually no. This chapter is the connection from the gore to the romantic part, and I hope you enjoy!
Belphegor's POV
I don't know why I stuck up for him. Xanxus wanted to send him somewhere else, or he would kill him to finish my job. I don't know why, but I felt like I couldn't just give him to anyone. He need special care. By me?
~Back when Bel wanted to keep Fran~
"Kill him. Or send him back." Xanxus sat in his chair, sipping red wine.
"Why can't we keep him? We need another Mist Guardian, right?"
"Are you defying me?" Xanxus's eyes flicked up towards me.
"No..."
"Good. Kill him." I hung my head.
"No."
"What did you say?"
"I won't kill him."
"You just said No. You do realize what happens when people say no to me, right? They get hurt." I didn't say anything, still hanging my head. I felt the heat coming seconds before the shot hit my leg, and the pain was so great it numbed any other feelings.
"If you want to keep him, you have to give me something in return. You have to tell me the name of the place that you and your family ruled over." The only other person I had told was Mammon, and that was after four years of knowing her.
"You'll let him stay."
"I don't know why you like him so much, but yes, I'll let him stay." For some reason unknown to me, I told him. When I did, his eyes widened a bit, and he almost dropped his wine.
"You are dismissed. Give the boy the spare room." I left the office and took the unconscious boy off of the couch. I carried him up to where Mammon's room was. Hesitantly, I placed him on the bed and left the room. 'The things I do for you...'
"If you ever need me, you can call Momma Luss and I'll come running!" Gaylord. I wonder if the frog even knows your gender yet... Ushishishi...
"Excuse me, but can I-" The frog's monotoned voice was cut off by Lussuria's ranting and raving.
"Oh, you must be hungry! Let's have your first official dinner with the Varia!" Lussuria caught me following them and pointed a finger at me.
"And Bel, change out of those nasty bloody clothes! It's been hours!" I looked down at myself and crossed my arms.
"Don't tell the Prince what to do." I through one knife in the Gaylord's direction, but purposely missed. I turned down the hall towards my room.
"Don't worry, Fran. Knife's are his thing. I'm suspecting he will throw tons of knives at you, so don't be nervous when he tries to skewer you!" That's damn right! I can't figure you out, therefore the Prince has to punish you!
Fran's POV
The Varia. What a strange place for me to end up. I had only been here for a few hours, but it felt as if I belonged here. You don't belong any where, but this place comes pretty close. After a dinner of stew and chaos, I went back to my new room. A picture of the lab flashed before my eyes. The white. The concrete. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to open my door. I pushed against it, and pulled, but it wouldn't open. How the hell... The Xanxus-loving Levi came next to me and twisted the knob, the door opening inwards.
"T-thanks." He nodded, but it looked like he was checking out my body. I walked into my room and shut the door behind me. I weird hat and a few piles of clothes lay on my bed. As I went closer, I saw a note. Can I still read? It took me a second, but I could read a bit of the letter.
Wear the hat or I will make you a human cactus. The Gaylord made me give you these clothes, so feel honored to be wearing the Prince's clothes.
I picked up the hat, and it was surprisingly light and soft. I put it on my head, and it fit perfectly. I walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. My green hair hung in greasy strands, with some blood still caked around my ears and hairline. My face was downturned and pale, my lips like the nasty mint toothpaste at the lab. My eyes still had the purple triangles at the corners, and my eyes were still liquid antiseptic. I looked at the hat, and realized it looked like a frog. What the heck? If my face wasn't frozen in my mask of emotionlessness I would have maybe chuckled or smiled. Maybe. I couldn't remember who I was before. I took off the hat and began running the shower, steam fogging up the mirror. I let my clothing illusion drop, and stepped under the running water, washing away my first half-day at the Varia.
Belphegor's POV
"Oy! Franny-chan, it's your three month anniversary!" The Gaylord pick up Fran and swung him around. For some reason, I felt the need to tear Fran out of his hands and protect him from the gayness that is Lussuria. What the hell? What am I thinking? Fran didn't struggle, but after he was placed on the floor again took a few steps back from Lussuria and asked for hand sanitizer.
"Ushishishi... Three month anniversary? The Prince is going to have to do something special.. What shape of human cactus? I'll let you choose." I fanned out my knifes and grinned. Fran pretended to be deep in thought. He looks kind of cu- What the hell brain?! He's your freaky un-cute kohai!
"Let's do stripes today Sempai." I happily complied. Fran yawned and began to pull out each knife and bend them.
"Don't bend them!" I yelled, my grin dropping.
"Fine, I'll just throw them out then." He threw six of my knifes onto the floor.
"You want to die?" I asked. Lussuria put his hand out in a stop signal between us.
"Bel, pick up your knives, and Franny dear, don't bend them. It costs us money to buy the metal that Bel uses!" We both shrugged and began to pick up my knives. The Froggy and I crouched on the floor, picking up my ruined knifes.
"Bel-Sempai, why do you hide your eyes?" I stopped trying to unbend the knife I was working on.
"The Prince can do whatever he wants." I said. He looked at me skeptically.
"But your bangs don't even move, and I can't even guess what they might be." He continued.
"As it is my three month anniversary, can I please see them?" I answered before he finished his last word.
"If the Prince has them hidden, no peasant deserves to see them." I picked up the last of the knives and took them to my room to be repaired when I had the time.
Every month anniversary that he had he always asked me the same question. And I always replied the same way. The world couldn't handle my eyes. At least that's what I told myself. The real reason I hid them was because I wasn't ready for anyone to see them. Not even myself.
