Fran's POV
My stomach growled, and I made my way down to the kitchen from the balcony I shared with Belphegor. The wind was sharp and cold, but refreshing, as it carried the scent of the pine and sakura trees below.
"Franny-Chan, Bel refuses to eat unless someone brings it up to him, so can you please do that?" I heard Lussuria say. I groaned.
"Why can't you do it?" I asked. I knew there was no way around it, so I began to put the sandwich and soda on a tray.
"Oh, can you also carry his knife cleaning ointment? Thank you Franny-Chan!" I took the jar of the liquid from Lussuria and began up the stairs.
"Bel-Sempaiiiiii, here's your lunch." I said as I knocked on Bel's blood-stained door. I heard a grunt from inside and waited for a few moments before twisting the doorknob. Belphegor's room was a dark burgundy color, with darker red splattering the walls, from paint or blood I couldn't say.
"Who gave you permission to come in, peasant?" I heard a muffled voice say.
"You didn't say I couldn't come in." I retorted. I looked around the room for a place to set down the tray and didn't notice Belphegor get up from his place under the covers of his bed. I heard the bed rustle, and turned my head towards the sound. Belphegor was wearing the same boxers he had on in the morning, and his abdomen was just as toned. His blonde hair was tousled, and he was adjusting it over his eyes.
"Like what you see Froggy?" I quickly turned away from him and continued looking for a place to leave his food, hiding the quickly spreading blush across my face. I heard him laugh, and I blushed darker.
"Give me the knife ointment Peasant." I mumbled something about not being a peasant and that he was just a fallen prince, but I handed him the jar anyways. I held it in my hand, my arm outstretched towards him when I saw what was inside the jar. It sloshed around, and I could already imagine the smell without even opening it. The jar was filled with liquid antiseptic. Green antiseptic. Scenes flashed before my eyes. Scenes of being in the lab, of having surgery. Scenes of sleepless nights, of waking up in front of that one, haunting mirror. I was suddenly transported back in time to when I first looked in the mirror, and I felt like crying. No. Don't cry. They look ugly when you cry. Ugly. Ugly. Ugly. Wrong. Unnatural. I dropped the jar and sank to my knees. The jar cracked open, and the smell of the cleaning liquid filled my nostrils. I felt trapped, suffocated. I looked around the room, but I couldn't seem to find the door. I crawled to a window, but felt a small tug on the skin of my hand. I looked down, and several shards of glass were stabbed into the skin, blood oozing and dripping onto the carpet. I heard someone talking, but I wasn't listening. Just like in the lab... I searched more frantically, unaware of my own voice. I could barely move, and I felt like I was back on the cold metal table in the surgical room. I felt my throat constricting, and my vision was swimming. Someone, help me. Someone, help me out of here.
Belphegor's POV
One second he was fine, the next moment he was crazy. His eyes opened into large circles, green orbs that were usually emotionless were full of fear. He started to tremble, and I jumped up from my place on the side of my bed.
"Froggy?" Suddenly, he dropped the jar, shattering it across the floor. Fran sank to his knees.
"What the hell?" Fran's eyes were somewhere else, and it was evident that he didn't hear me.
"Help. Help me. Ahhh." Fran's voice was as monotoned as always, but it was shaking, and was frantic.
"Froggy, are you alright?" I shook his shoulders, but he squirmed out of my grip. His hand landed in a pile of broken glass, and his blood was seeping onto the floor, creating a large red puddle. Fran stared at the wound before looking around more frantically than before.
"The exit. The door. Can I get out? No, of coarse not. Of coarse not. They keep you locked up, why would they let you out?" I shivered at Fran's words. The lab? I shook Fran's shoulders again, with no response.
"Fran, wake up. Fran. Fran. Fran!" I slapped him, but other than his face whipping to one side, nothing happened. His body was cold and he was slippery with sweat. He reached out one hand and smeared it in my spilled knife cleaning liquid.
"Green's your favorite color, huh?" Fran stared at his own hand in wonder and began to rant more.
"I wish green was my favorite color. Then I could enjoy..." He trailed off. I slapped him again, and he still showed no sign of acknowledgement. His body suddenly stiffened under my hands, and he jumped up off the floor, and tripped over the end of my bed.
"Help me... I need to leave... Someone... Someone... Anyone! Help me!" I saw tears beginning to well up at the edges of Fran's eyes. Without a second thought, I pulled him close to me and kissed him. His body loosened a bit, so I continued. His lips were soft and cold, reminding me of popsicles. I felt something warm on my cheek, and saw tears streaming from Fran's closed eyes. He sighed, and I knew he was back into reality. He wiped his eyes and covered them with his sleeve when he didn't stop crying.
"Thank you." He said. I was taken aback, and he was gone before I could consider a reply. I smiled to myself when I thought about kissing him, but frowned when I remembered how scared and helpless Fran looked. I tossed on a t shirt and jeans before making my way downstairs for lunch.
Fran's POV
I touched my lips. I could feel Belphegor's surprisingly warm and inviting ones pressing against mine, freeing me from my living nightmare. I lay collapsed on my bed, not bothering to get under my covers before falling asleep.
I woke up with warm blankets draped over me. I glanced at my alarm clock, and wasn't surprised that it read two o clock. The pain in my stomach from hunger was giving me a headache, so I rolled out of bed. I walked to my bathroom and looked into my mirror. I ran my fingers over my lips again, and wished that Belphegor's were pressed against them. I opened my door to find a tray with the food I had brought Belphegor sitting outside. Who knew you could be so caring? I joked with myself. I brought it inside and sat on my bed, looking out of the balcony window. Tomorrow's my one year anniversary... I wonder what will happen? I remembered Lussuria telling me about the New Years party that the Varia always hosted.
"Okay, so here's how to sum it up; There's tons of alcohol-most of us get really drunk- There's really loud music, a huge TV screen with a live presentation of the count down... Hmmm... There's food, but most of the people throw it up eventually. Oh yes, at least one of the Varia members get's laid, usually Belphegor and Xanxus, as they drink the most and attract the most people. There's also fireworks. I think that's all!" I sighed as I swung my legs out from my criss-crossed position. Do I really have to go through that tonight?
"Franny-Chan, we have to all get ready! Make sure you get you suit and tie all done up right, and at five we're going to go to dinner with the Vongola family! At nine we'll all get back here and party! Oh Franny-Chan, I can't wait to see you in a tux! Someone, get me a tissue!" I shook my head. Oh Gaylord, you're such a perv.
Belphegor's POV
The dinner was boring, as usual. I didn't eat much, knowing that if I did I would throw it up later.
"Well, everyone, it was wonderful having dinner to catch up! I suppose next we should be going to the Varia household for the main party, but first I would like to make an announcement." Tsuna said, standing at the head of the table.
"Kyoko and I are getting married!" Everyone clapped, and I just shrugged. Wow, he's not that nerdy loser like he was back then I guess. I waited for the screams and wails of that stupid girl who liked the old loser, but I found that she was happily clapping with everyone else, Hibari's arm around her waist. Did not expect that. I downed the rest of my cocktail and followed Xanxus and the rest of the Varia out of the Vongola mansion.
"It's too bad Franny-Chan had to stay for that! Maybe he would have agreed with how hot that Sun Guardian looks these days!" Lussuria licked his lips, and I almost through up on the car seats.
We pulled into the Varia driveway, followed by more than ten other cars loaded with people.
"Okay everyone! Happy New years!" I heard a few cheers before waves of people began to pile into the Varia Headquarters.
"Ushishishi... Levi, they have cake vodka today right?"
Fran's POV
I heard the throbbing music through the three floors, and I sighed. I had pulled on my black tuxedo and a green tie that I left unknotted, but I didn't have the energy to actually go downstairs. I had refused to go to the party, claiming that my tie was ripped and I needed to sew it. That was a lie of coarse. I didn't even know how to sew. My head hurt, and I swallowed an Advil before walking out onto the balcony. I saw some people coming late, and some people already throwing up outside. It's only been about two hours... I leaned on the railing and closed my eyes. One year, huh?
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