True Self

Chapter 10

Rasiel sat on his- Fran's- bed, drawing out the scheme he had so carefully concocted in his mind down in a notebook. Belphegor had a mind not unlike his own, and as such, any knife cuts Bel were to make, his brother could predict. And so, Rasiel had a massive plan. The first attack would happen that night. Rasiel would fix his hair up all nice and princely, then, since its color didn't matter in the dark, he'd take the knife that his mutated 'Froggy' self had secretly taken from Prince the Ripper. He'd sneak into the room of Bel's most beloved- or, second most beloved- and cut and cut and cut a little more. The plan was perfect. Belphegor would be punished, and Rasiel would be avenged.

Oh, but not quite yet. No, there needed to be more. If the younger prince was merely scolded, no, that simply wouldn't do. Attacking Squalo was just the beginning of Rasiel's brilliant plan. After that, Rasiel would make even more problems. He would cut up Bel's clothes, and humiliate the younger by slipping Lussuria's uniform into his room instead. The coat would be large, fluffy, and smell just right for everyone to notice. And maybe Bel wouldn't, even! The humiliation portion of Jill's plan would be appeased. Next, the older prince would steal Xanxus's pistols, and hide them in Belphegor's room. The punishment would be severe. But if Bel wasn't killed there, there was still more in the plan. Rasiel would, while hiding Xanxus's pistols in his brother's room, steal several knives, and once the pistols were found, he would stab himself repeatedly, before making a dramatic show of crawling to Lussuria on his stomach, whimpering with pain. He'd describe Belphegor's attack flawlessly, and then, without a doubt, Bel would be killed for treason.

It was the perfect plan.

Rasiel headed out that night to Squalo's room, knife in hand. His hair was swept in front of his face, and he already had the voice down to a science. "Ushishishishi~," he laughed, lacing himself into the bed as he leaned over before Squalo. "Strategy Captain, Squalo...," he giggled. "Prepare to be destroyed..."

The prince in a frog's body attacked Squalo mercilessly, but was suprised to find no screams, or even counterattacks. He sighed, and after doing his work, he slipped out of the room.

In the far corner of the room, Fran bit his lip, massaging his sore chest. "Sorry, Master, you're going to ache a bit when I give you back your body," he murmured.

"It's all right," Mukuro sighed. "If that shark doesn't feel the pain of those stab wounds, Belphegor can't be punished for them. Here, now, just use the power from that pain in order to heal Squalo's body. Fran concentrated hard, and soon, the shark's sleeping form began to heal itself at a rapid pace. By time he was finished, Fran followed his Master's phantom back into Mammon's study.

The next morning, Rasiel stalked into the kitchen, cleverly wearing the 'Froggy' deadpan. He slid into a seat, and folded his hands, waiting patiently for Squalo to show up. "Fran, dear?" Lussuria cooed, walking over. "Do you... need anything?"

Rasiel looked back up at Lussuria, and growled, "Get back in the kitchen. Can't you see I'm-"

"! HEY, BABIES!" Squalo screamed as he barged into the room. Rasiel's deadpan was lost as his lips drew back into a cheshire grin. "I FEEL

AMAZING TODAY!"
Rasiel frowned. 'What?' he wondered. 'Where are the stab wounds?'

"LUSSURIA!" Squalo shouted, running up to the chef and grabbing him by the collar. "Did you sneak into my room and heal me up or what?"

"Um...," Lussuria hummed, before suddenly being cut off as Squalo gave him a sudden and fierce kiss.

"That's for healing me!" he yelled, before kicking the Sun guardian to the ground. "AND THAT'S FOR SNEAKING INTO MY ROOM!" he roared.

"Thanks, anyway," he growled. "I'm going out right now to kill someone with this extreme energy I have! Tell the boss I'm out!"

Lussuria gradually picked himself up from the ground, flustered. "My! Squ-chan's a darling, but I wish people would stop assuming that I'm the cause of their good health and doing things like that...," he cooed, a hand on his quickly reddening cheek. "I suppose this is what makes up a good team, though, ne, Fran-chan~? Even if I'm not doing anything..."

"I don't get why you're so proud of something you didn't do," Rasiel spat, standing up. "You're like one of those pretty little boys who are just desperate for attention... Except for one thing. You aren't pretty." Lussuria stood, confused, as 'Fran' stormed out of the kitchen, clearly furious about something.

"Well, that was uncalled for," Lussuria huffed, returning to the kitchen and looking into a small mirror he took around with him. "Besides, that's not true," he mused, his eyebrows creased. "I'm gorgeous."

"Luss!" Bel called, running into the kitchen and throwing his arms around the Sun's waist. "You will not BELIEVE what Fran just said to me!"

Lussuria turned, and sighed, stroking the prince's hair. "Easy, Bel-chan," he murmured. "I believe something's wrong with your dear Fran, hun, would you believe that?" Backing off, the prince looked up at Lussuria.

"What's wrong with him?" he murmured.

"I don't know, hun," Lussuria sighed, looking away. "I don't know."

-End Chapter

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