A Royal Spring Chapter eleven

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10:30 AM, Room M18

Fran sat Mukuro down on the bed, Bel at the door, waiting to be dismissed. The teal-haired illusionist glanced at Bel. "You're definitely okay with this?" he said quietly.

"Don't let anything happen this time," Bel whispered back, no grin on his face. Fran nodded, and the prince left, closing the door slowly and silently. Fran looked back at Mukuro.

"Is this room familiar to you at all?" he asked. Mukuro looked about him, then arched a brow in confusion.

"Yes...? No... I don't know. I feel like I've been here, but...," the older illusionist trailed off, softly kneading the bed sheets. "I wouldn't be able to tell you exactly who's bedroom this is." Then, the Mist saw his trident in the corner and stood, then picked it up uncertainly. "Is this... my room?"

"Y-yes," Fran said. Mukuro began to look concerned.

"How long has this been my room?"

"Over a year, Master," Fran told him. Mukuro's mismatched gaze widened with his suprise, and he slowly sat back down on the bed.

"I don't remember... why?" Mukuro asked, rubbing his forehead with frustration.

"Probably because... it wasn't just YOURS," Fran told the illusionist, looking at him seriously. Mukuro lied down on the bed and sighed.

"Who else, then?" he asked. Fran moved the bed sheets over Mukuro, hoping the illusionist would just smell the sheets and realize it by himself. The illusionist rolled onto his side, obviously detecting the scent of someone else, but unfortunately... "I don't recognize it, Fran," Mukuro murmured, "You'll have to just explain it to me."

"That's Hibari," Fran told the other Mist, his voice low. Mukuro sat up instantly, shock in his expression.

"No!" he shouted. Fran flinched upon getting that strong of a reaction. The older man calmed slightly when he saw the flash of anxiety in his former apprentice's eyes. "No... that... that can't be. Are you saying, Fran, that Kyouya and I...," the illusionist trailed off, blushing, "that we shared a bed?"

"More than that, Master," Fran mumbled, giving Mukuro a look that said, 'think outside the box and figure it out.'

Mukuro got out of the bed, standing up and looking about the room. His eyes were mean. "I refuse to believe this," he muttered, a furious blush on his face. He glared at Fran. "Kyouya and my relationship is a simple, respectable, rivalry! We do not... we don't do things like that!"

Fran stood as well, feeling indigant. "Hey, I'm just telling you the truth! Don't get all pissed off at me!" he monotoned, though in a slightly raised, annoyed voice.

Mukuro quieted, looking down. "I won't believe it," he repeated. With that, the illusionist walked out of the room, leaving a frustrated Fran behind him. Fran decided that they would have to wait for Hibari to return in order to convince Mukuro of their relationship, and left after Mukuro.

Bel was waiting outside. Fran looked at him with defeat in his eyes and hugged the prince. "I can't convince him. He completely believes that Hibari and him are still one-hundred-percent rivals. Man, Hibari's gonna be pissed..."

"The prince supposes so. But you know... the prince could always STAB some sense into that pineapple."

Fran took the knives Bel had drawn away from him. "No. You aren't attacking Master; that won't help him at all." The prince snorted and folded his arms.

"No-fun-frog," he muttered. Fran rolled his eyes, when a thought struck him and he took the prince's hand.

"Hey, we have some time to relax, how about we go out?" the illusionist suggested.

"Oh? This sure is new... is Froggy making a move on the prince?" Bel asked, grinning with the mere thought. Fran gave his senpai a deadpan look as his only response.

"Are you gonna say yes or just stand there like a love-struck girl?" he growled.

"I'm a PRINCE, Froggy," Bel protested, "Oh, but Froggy has a point. Yeah, the prince accepts your humble plea for attention."

Fran, offended, made sure the prince got a good punch to the shoulder that just resulted in amused giggling, then walked away, silently making his way towards the entrance to the Vongola entrance. The prince chased after him when the smaller man had gotten 'chasing distance' away from him, and caught the Mist in his arms.

"You really are the best thing that's ever happened to me, aren't you, Fran?" he whispered against Fran's ear. The illusionist blushed deeply, not ever hearing such a high compliment from the prince. Bel had even used his name! He turned to look at the blonde, but he had already backed off.

"Senpai...," he murmured, his cheeks darkening even more at the sight of the apparently VERY charming prince.

"Hm?" Bel hummed, folding his arms behind his head. "What, did I say something too nice for you?"

Fran looked away, the tiniest smile tugging at his lips. "No, that was perfect," he whispered.

"What?" Bel questioned, and almost visible question mark floating over his head. Fran gestured the prince over as he began to walk again.

"Come on, we're going on a date, aren't we? I beckon thee hither!" he called. "And I know what you're going to ask, but I wasn't making an American joke that time."

"What was it, then?" asked the prince, catching up.

"Old Japanese talk. (A/N: Okay, I don't have to explain that I'm just a translater, right? *wink wink, cough cough*) This guy named Basil was talking to me funny, and the Vongola boss explained the situation. Apparently the Vongola's father taught Basil old Japanese as a joke, and now Basil can't get out of the habit, so-"

"Okay, okay," Bel interrupted, "I get it. Sheesh... sometimes you just don't shut up."
The relaxed air completely vanished then.

"I don't shut up? What about you, mister 'I need red carpets' 'cause I'm a prince', 'I want strawberry ice cream for breakfast,' 'don't poke the prince' and 'let's go kill someone'?" Fran snapped.

"I never said any of that!" Bel lied.

"Oh, really? How about 'we're a bunch of hobos on a helicopter'?"

"... That was Monta."

"What was Monta?" asked a childish voice from behind the couple. The two turned on their heels to see Mammon, a fair amount of yen and euros in his hands.

"Uhh... nothing!" Bel said, looking away and whistling innocently. It was easier to look innocent when you can actually whistle, though, and, as it turned out, Bel wasn't the best.

"He says I can't shut up," Fran complained.

"Sometimes, Fran, you just can't," Mammon agreed, "Remember when we were out in the forest? Sometimes I got woken up by 'Bel-senpaaai... where are you... I want to come back... senpai...'. That was pretty damn annoying."

"Oh-," Fran made a random startled noise, and suddenly copied Bel by looking in the opposite direction and whistling. Bel, suprised by Mammon's remark, stopped his bad whistling to look over at Fran.

"You dreamt about me when you were out in the forest?" he asked quietly. Fran also stopped whistling, and glanced at the door, made a half-second descision, and dashed out of the base. He was quickly followed, as Mammon resumed his money-counting.

"Fran," Bel called, grabbing the illusionist's arm, then pulling him back and turning him around. The prince quickly sealed the younger man's lips with his own, unable to contain his happiness. Fran closed his eyes, unable to meet those of the prince in such an intimate moment, and put his hands up on Bel's shoulders as his lips were caressed by the Storm. Bel parted much too soon, but the kiss was enough when Fran heard the three, most wonderful words any being could hear.

"I love you."

-End Chapter


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