A Royal Spring
Chapter Ten
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"Master?" questioned Fran when Mukuro walked in, panic written in his expression.
"Have you seen Kyouya?" he asked frantically.
"Huh? You lost your bird?" asked Fran, cocking his head to the side. Mukuro glared at him.
"This isn't a joke, Fran! Do you know where he went?"
Fran put his hands up in defense. "No, I don't know." Mukuro groaned in stressed frustration and ran out of the room. "Sheesh, what's with him?" Fran asked Bel, "It's like he's about to get attacked by the albino guy again."
"I know!" Bel agreed, "and I thought the trauma of that had cleared by now."
Fran shook his head with disagreement. "If that tropical fruit can't forget the number of times he's decieved someone, there's no way he'll forget that marshmellow guy."
Bel giggled and walked over to sit at the table, then pushed his chair back to swing his legs up onto the table. "Everyone's gonna get here soon~," he hummed.
"Yeah, now get your feet off the table, didn't you have a mother once?" the Mist scolded, pulling the prince's legs off of the table.
"Eh, for a short time," Bel agreed, amused to have his kouhai personally drag his legs off of the table. Squalo suddenly gave a loud, strained 'VOI', bringing the attention on him.
"I need an idea for Xanxus!" he shouted.
"Why is this, again?" Fran monotonously asked him.
"The anniversary of the first day we met is TOMORROW," Squalo said for the second time, his expression scrunched up in a rather comical thinking face.
"Well, think on your own, would you? I don't need any more pressure from anyone else," the young Mist grunted, giving Belphegor a point-making glance. The prince shi'd softly and reached up as much as he could to pat Fran on the head. Fran rolled his eyes and looked back to Squalo. "But you know, he might already have something planned."
Squalo went silent, a blush forming on his cheeks, apparently wanting to receive some affection from the Sky rather badly.
"Long-haired commander~?" said Fran in an almost mocking deadpan voice. Squalo shook his head to clear the thoughts clouding it, and looked back over at the Mist.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll think on my own," he grunted, before grabbing a plate and transferring his fried fish to it. "Brat."
"Shishishi~," Bel giggled, "The prince wonders if anyone's ever eaten a pineapple in front of Rokudo before."
After a pause of trying to comprehend what Bel meant, both Squalo and Fran were laughing as they imagined the scene. "Can you imagine the horror on his face?" snorted Fran between laughs.
"Shishi," Bel snickered, "Uh huh."
"What's so funny?" asked Mukuro, coming back into the room, his eyes so heavily filled with disappointment that it was almost hard to see that they were mismatched. Everyone went silent, though Fran had to help Squalo get his jaw off the ground.
"It's not good to do that, long haired commander," he muttered, "People will think they look weird."
Squalo rolled his eyes and folded his arms, "What's up with you, Rokudo?"
"I found out where Kyoya is," he muttered. "He's on a two-week long assignment. Without me."
Fran was fast to speak up. "Hey, it's not like you were clinging to him very well."
Everyone simultaneously looked at the frog-hatted illusionist, all confused. "What do you mean?" asked Mukuro. Fran glanced at Bel.
"Well... just reflect on the past few days," he said, his teal gaze turning back on Mukuro and his voice softening slightly. He put his hand on his own chest to emphasize what he was about to say. "You've been fawning over ME and ignoring HIM. Don't you think he felt a bit left out?" Fran then proceeded to use the totally cliche 'if you were in his shoes' method. "If he was ignoring you and paying more attention to another man, how would you feel?"
Mukuro considered for a moment, and no one missed the spark of anger that flashed through his gaze when he really began to ponder the situation. "I wouldn't like it," he admitted.
"Master, the full truth would be nice," Fran said, returning to his deadpan voice.
"I'd be sad, but more angry than sad... sadness is a pretty dumb emotion anyway, who came up with it... probably some girl..."
Fran flicked the taller illusionist's arm just as a 'come back to Earth' gesture. "Master, don't pick on the opposite sex when I'm acting as your therapist!" he protested. "Sheesh."
"Sorry Fran," Mukuro apologized, "I guess I'm just a little ticked off that he didn't say anything to me."
"Wake up and smell the sushi, Mukuro, this is Japan!" Fran said, failing at shaking the taller man by his shoulders.
"What the hell?" almost everyone in the room said simultaneously.
"I don't know, I felt like it," Fran returned, "but now that I realize that had nothing to do with the subject, I will rephrase."
"That's fine," Mukuro stopped him. "I get it."
There was another small silence, before suddenly-
CRASH.
Mukuro's eyes went wide for a moment as he took in a short breath, and it was soon after that he had fainted on the ground, small glass shards tangled in his hair.
"That was meant for Squalo," growled Xanxus, stepping in and looking at the shark. "Is breakfast ready?"
"Yeah," said Squalo, looking down at Mukuro and wincing when the illusionist's dark blue hair started to darken with blood. "And how hard were you going to hit me with that?"
"Hard enough to break any normal person's skull," said Xanxus, smirking, "that trash got lucky."
Squalo gulped nervously and slowly went to get the breakfast, suprised at Xanxus's current mood. Fran poked the tense air and decided it was time to be funny again.
"Hey everyone!"
As usual, all attention was focused on Fran.
"What's with airline food?"
Somewhere in the background, a cricket chirped. But at least the tension was gone. "Shishishi~, Froggy, the prince doesn't get it."
"Neither do I, senpai, most of the jokes I get are from random American shows."
"Okay," Bel snickered.
"EXTREMELY UNCOOL!" screamed the Vongola Sun, running into the kitchen.
"What's extremely uncool?" asked Fran, unaffected by the randomness.
"Why does poor Lussuria have to clean bathrooms during breakfast?" Ryohei raged.
"'Cause he burned down our headquarters," replied Fran, setting a plate of pancakes on the table.
"So we're all hobos~," said Bel cheerfully.
"And we've just enough money to not be dead broke. 'Scuse me, Ryohei," said Mammon, floating in and holding their money in his hands. "We've got roughly two hundred euros and a thousand yen."
"A thousand yen?" repeated Fran. "Isn't that a lot?"
Everyone sadly shook their heads, except for Fran, Ryohei, and- of course- Mukuro, who was still passed out.
"Okay then," Fran mumbled, feeling ganged up upon.
"Alrighty~!" said Bel, clapping his hands together, "The prince is hungry."
"Bel-senpai, what did I say about ending words with an 'ee' sound? It's uncool," Fran scolded as the prince sat down.
"Don't wanna hear uncool from a frog in a maid outfit," giggled Bel. Fran, offended, was fast to throw a pancake into the prince's face.
"Froggy thinks the prince should shut up and eat his food," the illusionist snapped. Bel peeled the pancake off of his face, shrugged, and took a bite out of it.
"Whatever," he snickered.
Fran rolled his eyes and looked to where Ryohei was- or had been, at least. "Where's the extremely crazy guy?" asked Fran.
"Went to help Lussuria clean the bathrooms. Good thing too, I didn't want him here," said Mammon, hovering in the air.
"Okay, then," Fran said, before breaking into a yawn, "Man... 'm tired..."
"But Froggy," Bel spoke up, his cheeks puffing out from being stuffed with pancake, "You slept like a rock last night. Literally."
Fran poked Bel's cheeks and commented, "Well, my princely-chipmunk-senpai, I'll have you know that I got exactly three and a half hours of sleep, because a certain SOMEONE tends to snore."
"I was feigning sleep, Froggy!" protested Bel, swallowing his mouthful, "A prince doesn't snore."
"So I've heard, senpai. That only made it harder to fall asleep!" the kouhai complained, now tugging on a strand of Bel's hair. The prince batted him away, blushing lightly.
"Alright, the prince apologizes," he mumbled, before taking another ridiculously big bite out of his pancake. Fran made a Lussuria-style scolding face.
"Senpai, where are your manners? Really, would you eat like this in front of the president?"
Bel rolled his eyes and looked at Fran with annoyance, then said, his mouth full, "Shtop br-i-nging Amrrika 'nto conbersations."
"Swallow your food before you talk," the illusionist snapped, giving the prince a light whack on the shoulder.
"Man... I'm getting hungry just watching that little glutton," commented Levi, walking in. Xanxus, hearing the voice, turned and kicked at Levi, but accidentally hit Squalo instead. The shark groaned with pain and clutched his stomach, before looking up at Xanxus with a wince.
"V-voi!"
"It was meant for the Lightning trash, so just pass it on," muttered Xanxus, before sitting down at the table.
Squalo, infuriated at the fact that he'd been kicked by his lover, gave Levi an intense glare, then aimed a lazy, but fatal, punch at the Lightning. Levi walked out of the room shortly after, more annoyed than hurt. The Varia Rain guardian walked back over, his face expressionless as he took the seat beside Xanxus once again. Xanxus, sensing the unhappiness of his Guardian, was fast to lean in and kiss him on the cheek. Of course, he made sure it was at a time when no one was looking. All of the attention had turned on Mukuro, who was starting to recover from his mini coma.
"Ugh...," he moaned, trying to sit up. Fran, after receiving permission from Bel, helped the taller illusionist do so, and Mukuro's eyes fluttered dazily before they slowly opened. "Fran...?" he questioned, mismatched eyes looking with confusion at Fran's.
"Are you alright, Master?" the kouhai asked. Mukuro felt the back of his head, and his eyes went wide when he felt the blood. He looked at his hand, cursed his glove for being black, took off the glove, and felt again. When he saw the blood on his hand, he looked pissed off. He glared at Fran.
"Who attacked me?" he asked.
"Calm down, Xanxus accidentally hit you with his wine glass," Fran told him, not realizing how ridiculous that sounded until Mukuro's mismatched glare worsened.
"Accidentally cracked my skull open, you mean?" Mukuro asked, before giving a pained look and moving his hand to the back of his head again.
"Master, really, chill," Fran said, putting his hand on Mukuro's cheek so the illusionist would look at him.
"Hey... hey Fran...," the illusionist said, "you're really cute, you know?"
Everyone fell silent, until Bel decided it was time for a princely intervension. "You DARE call Fran cute when he's made it so clear that he doesn't want to be around you?" the prince hissed, pressing a knife to Mukuro's throat. "Get back, Froggy, I'm not going to hold back, and you can't stop me."
"Senpai, no, he got hit really hard, maybe he's just got a touch of amnesia?" Fran suggested, tugging on the prince's arm. "Come on, senpai!"
"Amnesia? Kufufu~, not me, Fran," Mukuro said, standing, then tripping, and finally managing to support himself with a chair. "I just have a bit of a hazy knowing of the most recent events... Is someone important to me currently out?"
"Y-yeah, Hibari just left on a two-week long assignment... you were really upset about it, too," Fran murmured.
"K-kyouya...?" Mukuro said, suddenly looking confused, before brightening, "Oh! Probably because I'd be missing all of the battles we went through constantly~"
Everyone stood stiff, shocked beyond words.
"Something the matter?" the tall illusionist asked, looking about the room.
And there wasn't one person in the room who didn't have the thought...
That Hibari had some biting to do.
-End Chapter
BOOM! And there's a cliffhanger! Out of nowhere! Yeah! Yeaaaah! Woo! Now... Who's gonnna high-five me? *gets pelted with random heavy objects* Ow! OW! Stop it! Please! *pelting stops* Heh... didn't know you guys liked the story that much! *rock hits head* OWWW!
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Me: Oh wait! I have a story! Okay, I have this friend. She doesn't know anything about Reborn, she doesn't watch it. But I was playing Kufufu no Fu so she could hear it, and all of a sudden, she said, "This sounds like pineapples."
IS SHE PSYCHIC? Some questions will never be answered.