Death Wish
Chapter Nine: Change Me
It was now thirty days since I'd been captured by Fran.
"Hey... Hibari...," I said uncertainly as I looked at the resting captive who looked even more messed up than normal. "What happened to you?"
"Hehe...," he chuckled. "Nothing... really... just..."
"Just what?" I pressed.
He stood, and walked over to me, before breathing into my ear, "I finally did it with him. I'm fine... just a little... ruffled, to say the least."
"You what?" I gasped. "C'mon, Hibari, what's with you? It wasn't too long ago that you hated this guy!"
He frowned. "Well... after you first lost yourself... he took me back... he lied me down... and he just stood there beside me, a hand on my stomach where you'd punched me, and then, he said that I was too precious to him for you to hurt me. I guess from then on, I started to see him in a different way. And... well... now..."
I sighed, and hugged a pillow close to my chest. "Lucky bastard," I snorted. "I actually told Fran that I loved him, and he turned me down really badly... he said my eyes were 'freaking ugly.'"
Hibari sighed, and placed a hand on my shoulder. "You don't tell a man that you love them. You just don't. They want to be in control, and for that to happen, you need to act like you aren't intrested."
"So... how do you expect that to happen?"
"Easy," the other snickered. "The next time he walks in, I'll kiss you so that he gets jealous. You saw how that worked for Mukuro, right?"
"Yeah...," I uncertainly replied. I wasn't so sure about how well that method would work, but I was willing to give it a try. To tell Fran that I loved him, and then after how he'd reacted...
Suddenly, a thick, white mist bubbled into the room, and Mukuro materialized, then walked up to Hibari, and, without a word of greeting, dipped in and kissed him. I stared, suprised at the intimacy between the two, then decided that I had to go through with Hibari's plan. If they could go from a blunt, physical relationship to this loving state so quickly, then I had to trust his word on this.
"Bel," Hibari gasped, parting from Mukuro for a moment and glancing at me. "We'll work on that later. As for now..."
"Kufufu... I've got you already, Kyouya?" Mukuro laughed, his cheeks the slightest pink.
"Oh, shut up," Hibari panted, "let's go..."
The two walked out once more, and I sighed, falling back into a pillow and folding my arms. I was getting increasingly jealous of those two. They'd been bitter enemies for so long, and yet now they were suddenly all nice and sexy with each other, whereas Fran and I had started out tense and uncertain, and were now even more tense, and distinctly rivals. What was so ugly about my eyes, again?
I picked up a shard of glass that I had recently found beneath the bed, and I pushed my bangs back, staring into my own eyes, reflected in the glass. They were a pale lavender, just as Fran had described them, but the eyes of Mammon? Hardly. As I stared, the orbs within the mirror grew wet with tears, and I sniffled, putting the glass away once more and hiding my eyes with my bangs. The more I thought about it, the more I began to agree with Fran, and the more my self-esteem declined, the more I wanted to claw those eyes from my head. My thoughts were so loud, I could hardly hear the door open.
"I'm back," said Fran as he entered, "Master and his pet are going at it again, hm? Bet it makes you horny, huh, Bel-hime?" I shook my head. "Well, good, 'cause they're going to be like that for a while. Master says he needs to work hard to 'break Kyouya in,' y'know?" The teal-haired boy walked over to me, and smiled, before pressing his lips to my cheek. "It does turn me on a little. Would you like me to break you in, too, Bel-hime?"
"Fran," I started in a serious voice. "Don't."
He stopped, backing off, then sat down beside me. "Something wrong, Bel?" he asked in a soft voice. I knew, however, that the gentleness in his tone was a mask, and I remained cautious.
"Can you fix my eyes with your illusions?" I asked. "Can you make them look beautiful?"
Fran was taken back by the question. He probably never would've guessed that I'd want to change my eye color to please him. But he soon recovered from the suprise, and murmured, "I could try. Lie down?" It was my turn to be suprised when he told me to lie down in that uncommanding voice. But, as it was my request, I followed his command, and lied down on the bed, brushing my bangs back once more, and hoping desperately that Fran would fix what he didn't like so that we might be together. "What color?" Fran asked. "I'm not particular about what you change it too."
"Think you can make them as pretty as yours?" I challenged, smiling. Fran paused, and I noticed the slightest change in his face color, before he leaned down, bringing his face dangerously close to mine.
"Then make sure you watch closely," he whispered. Our lips met, and Fran's hands both found my head. With this, he moved his thumbs down, silently telling me to close my eyes, but I could still see the deep, teal irides, staring into me with an emptiness that held a thousand words. I could then feel his tongue entering my mouth, distracting me from everything else as I tried to remember what was going on, and then, suddenly, my eyes went as blank as Fran's; even when I reopened them, everything felt empty. "I tried," Fran murmured, backing off for a moment. "Your eyes... this is what they look like." Fran held up a mirror, and I blinked, then reached up, brushing my fingers beneath my eyelids. The once lavender eyes were now teal, and very closely resembled Fran's.
"It worked," I murmured. "Fran... thank you."
"Oh no, thank you, Bel-hime," Fran said, grinning. "You're much better, now."
"Then... Fran...," I murmured, reaching up. "Can we be closer?"
He paused, then came in, and kissed me once more, this time embracing me as he did so. I slowly sat up as he pulled on me, and soon enough, I was practically sitting in his lap, my hands on his back as I enjoyed the warmth of my captor. "We can be closer," Fran breathed in my ear. "But not too close, all right?"
I nodded dumbly, already intoxicated by the dream-like intimacy I was sharing with Fran. "Anything," I shuddered. "Anything is fine with me..." I looked into his eyes once more, and whispered, "I love you so much, Mammon." I'd unknowingly broken the spell in a single breath. Fran left on the spot, and I stared after him, momentarily confused, before grinning. "He loves me back," I said shakily. "He loves me so much."
It wasn't much longer until Hibari came back in, limping slightly as he approached me. "Hey," he greeted. He then became wary. "You've got that grin on. Are you Belphegor, or Prince the Ripper?"
"Who knows?" I giggled. "Maybe you're talking to both."
"Look, I can't take a maniac right now. I've already had my hourly workout," Hibari groaned, lying down on the couch. "Just leave me alone."
I stared at him for a moment, confused, then took that shard of glass from beneath the bed, and walked up to him. "Just a little?" I laughed.
"Hn?"
As he glanced back at me, I swiped the shard over his arm, making him wince. "Shishishi... I just want to see that sweet blood... ushishishishi..." The other man paused, then sighed, and closed his eyes.
"Be quick, and don't kill me. I can't die yet."
I laughed, and began to cut down his arm, watching as his expression tensed and relaxed gradually.
-End Chapter
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