"Silhouette"

Chapter 7

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+Silhouette+

Mint green eyes looked over the syringe with a twinge of doubt. The teen hadn't done this on his own before, and part of him told him he really should be afraid. What if he had gotten the measurements wrong? What if he just wound up hurting himself, or just as likely, overdosed?

He quickly glanced up to the locked door, hearing booted feet move past it. He couldn't very well stay in there forever; eventually he'd be called on… He could only hope his lazy partner had done the proper paperwork so long haired captain wouldn't call for him too soon.

Teeth clamped around the end of the bandage, tightening its wrap around his forearm. Head trained back, he flipped the point of the needle and swiftly found the proper insertion place. He had to keep his eyes glued to the full syringe; he didn't feel the needle tip but he knew it was there. A sigh of relief escaped through clenched teeth, and the plunger was pushed down. Again, he had to keep his eyes trained on the solution, making sure his shaky hand moved slowly and that all of it was pushed in.

When the clear substance was released from its previous container, his jaw relaxed and the bandage was unraveled; the needle quickly thrown in the small wastebasket and the gauze rolled up for later use.

With a small sigh of relief, the young Varia member lay back into his pillows, feeling his body start to go completely numb, and fell under a spell of emotional constipation; nothing mattered and he didn't give much of a shit about anything. He knew what was going to happen next, and before he allowed himself to fall asleep he quickly removed the heavy jacket and crawled lazily beneath the duvet.

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Fran heard the quick steps down the stairs, and in recognition he quickly pulled the leather coats fuzzy hood up, frowning. That fallen prince must have suspected he'd do so, and aimed for the pale fingers that were wrapped around his glass.

Teal eyes looked at the oddly carved knife that had its sharp tip embedded against the opposing side of his palm. He couldn't help but smirk slightly in satisfaction. Absolutely painless.

Still, he let his face go blank and turned to the busy blond in the kitchen, voice showing zero emotion. "Ow senpai, that really does hurt you know."

"Hush brat," the blond man growled, digging through the fridge.

"What is senpai looking for?" he asked, pulling the silver weapon out and tossing it out of the room with a clatter.

"I said hush god damn it!" the Storm hissed. "Fuck, can't you listen?"

An eyebrow cocked and he followed what he could assume was the older man's gaze to the staircase. Ears strained; he knew he heard something. Maybe someone was stomping around upstairs? He'd only really seen their boss once or twice, but he knew he had a nasty temper.

"… The long haired captain is probably just talking to Boss."

"Ushishishi, that's not talking, stupid brat." Confused, the smaller moved to the doorway, ears straining to find what the other meant. He quickly pulled back, eyes averted down.

"… What does… that have to do with anything?" he quickly retreated back to his seat, hood pulled closer to block out any possible louder noises. He didn't really need to know about the boss and second in command having sex in the floor above them. What had Lusseria said about Xanxus being a bad example for relationships?

"Well, the shark-face is busy, so I'm raiding his food." The self-proclaimed prince shrugged. "For waking me up."

"You've been asleep this whole time? It's nearly noon."

"You woke me from my rest yesterday, and your sorry ass left me with paper work last night. Next time I'm doing that shit, I'm writing it in your blood, Ushishishi." The taller grinned widely, pulling out a plate of red velvet* that had been tucked away and hidden by the Sun for their captain.

"… Your first meal of the day; that isn't a very healthy choice." Fran said, finishing the glass of juice.

"Oh yeah, speaking of healthy choices, I'm supposed to take you to the training rooms today."

It sounded a bit too innocent; he'd been to the training rooms before… just not with Belphegor.

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"Move it!" Fran glared as he realized the fire had caught onto the unnecessarily fuzzy side of his hood.

"Bel-senpaaaai, what was that for?" he curiously looked over the white and red flurry that was going around the room, the older Varia member snickering to himself as he watched the rookie pat the small flames out.

"Shishishi, you're moving too slow; your ass is dead at that speed."

"I don't know. Bel-senpai might come and save me again." He watched the angry flurry disappear into the box the Storm held out. '…What was that and when do I get one?'

"Tch, don't count on it, non desiderato. If you can't keep yourself alive, you'll either be taken out by the enemy, or," Fran really must have not been paying attention to the older's speech, or Belphegor at all really. He looked up at the pause and swallowed in a nervous moment to see the ring of knives circling above him. Whoa, he could do that? "by one of us. Ushishishi."

"… Bel-senpai, when do I get a box?" he smiled inwardly to practically see the vein at Bel's temple throb.

"Useless brats don't get one."

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Fran breathed out slowly, mind staying focused on the spot dead ahead of him. Inhale, exhale, concentrate, repeat. Slowly the air in front of him wavered, and a figure was taking shape. While it stood with little color, it was quite an odd thing to see. Still, and with the mantra practically repeating like a broken record, it's shape, color and form were shifting to match.

Pools of emerald opened slowly and the illusionist looked over his creation, smiling a bit.

"…Not bad. I wonder if you're as annoying as the real fake-prince-senpai." He said aloud to the illusion. He'd found no reason to practice Belphegor's form before, but the way training with the man had become more constant, he was sure Squalo was planning to send them out on another mission soon. This would come in handy.

"… Now for that thing." Eyes looked around slightly as he tried to replicate the way the Storm opened his box. Again, not bad. The only problem was he had no idea what that flurry of attacks had been. Instead he tried to make a copy of the fast ball of white and red and spread fake fire around.

"… Needs work," he decided, finding the knife-user easier to replicate when just using his main weapon. With an inward dismissal, the smirking illusion was gone. The fifteen year old sat down, playing absent mindedly with a few more illusions, most of them the other Varia.

"Shishishi, I think that growth on his face is a bit bigger." The mint haired jumped up; the illusion of Leviathon and exaggerated mustache disappeared. "Was I not supposed to be peeking?"

The blond's smirk was really starting to get on his last nerve, but he shrugged and sat back down. "…Tell me what you think of this."

His voice was bored, and after doing another quick sweep over the puzzled prince, he re-created the first illusion.

"Shishishi, not bad." Belphegor moved up closer to the figure, smiling broadly with what Fran could have mistaken as pride as the illusion mirrored him step for step. Then without warning a knife was plunged into the fake's side and was gone. "Not good either. Mammon knew how to make his illusions solid, yours are completely mediocre."

With that, the blond left, shaking his head.

Mammon. Why did the previous member always come up? When he was sure the Storm really had left the room, his duplicate was created a third time, set still so Fran could just glare at it. He'd had enough of looking at that stupid smirking face and he jumped to his feet.

The punch made direct contact as the Varia member punched it, the illusion not failing under the contact or anything; instead it fell backwards.

"… Bel-senpai wouldn't be that easy to knock down." He frowned at himself, letting the fake slowly disappear before heading upstairs.

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AN: So, I hope that was a good enough update? Yes? Another mission and who knows what other fights in the next chapter, so please review!

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