Chapter 13

With the sympathy of one living being, I would be in peace with all"~ Shelley

Unorthodox

The look on Coach's face was priceless.

What Amina would not have given to have had a camera the precise moment she walked in with Belphegor and Lussuria. She would've printed and framed that picture.

While the servants were woefully aware of who had graciously entered their presence, Coach had failed to notice him surprisingly lost in his thoughts, no doubt partially involving her and it probably wasn't because he missed her terribly and was worried about her.

She knew he was pissed at her, Amina could tell from the moment she was about to enter the kitchen. She could practically feel the vibes radiating from inside and she knew he was steaming probably thinking of some rude jibes he was going to say about her weight and somehow use that as the reason as to why she was late.

"Well it's about time your royal highness decided to grace us with your presence." His voice oozed sarcasm and contempt.

"The prince had no idea the head cook missed me so much, maybe I should come by and frequent more, I could certainly schedule more games during the week. I could certainly use more target practice." Games that only a sadist like Belphegor could ever find pleasure in, the age old game of predator versus prey.

Coach immediately looked like a deer caught in headlights; he dropped the pan he had in his hands in a sudden moment of hysteria, as he slowly turned his head to come face to face with Belphegor.

Evidently, that remark had been aimed at her but he had failed to take in his surroundings before he spoke. She chuckled; it was just far too amusing not to.

Take that Coach, score one for team Amina.

He was gaping his mouth, opening and closing it like a fish, although she enjoyed seeing Coach's lack of comfort, she held sympathy for the servants who were pretty much scared to death once they heard what Bel said, though she was proud to note that while a few fainted, some were actually glaring at Coach.

Now she truly laughed, she really held no animosity towards Coach, but perhaps that will give him a much needed lesson in humility.

Meanwhile, Belphegor relished exponentially at the behest of their fear for him, his usual grin morphing into that of a Cheshire's cat.

He really was a sadistic prince; Amina saw she had really hit the nail on the head with her earlier examination of his psychology.

Lussuria quickly went in and began speaking with Coach in rapid Italian, Amina was pleased to note that she understood the gist of the conversation, which revolved around how they were going to move some the chefs to the other kitchen. Having recovered from his earlier lapse of judgement, Coach regained his composure as he spoke though he still looked very vigilant of Belphegor. Not that she blamed him, she also kept glancing for any potential covers and weapons in case he went berserk, she had already located the nearest broom and had it at hands reach.

If push came to shove she could always experiment and see if a broom made a good javelin.

After the scene that had just occurred with surprisingly no bloodshed, Bel accompanied her through the hallways alone this time around. Lussuria had gone on ahead with much excitement to prepare her room. She really hoped that the flamboyant man in his enthusiasm didn't make it pink or brightly colorful.

Amina was still surprised that the prince didn't put any resistance to the earlier order Pantene man gave him. Apparently the prince wasn't at the top; ergo it was necessary to pay closer attention at the social hierarchy of this place.

That way at least Amina could see who should go on the never-piss-off-if-you-want-to-live list that she had been mentally formulating since she met the prince.

She silently gazed at him as they walked through the hallways, her mind working a mile a minute engraving every minuscule detail about him that may give her a clue as to the character of the boy whose eyes are hidden behind a blonde fringe.

When they first met she told him that he did not appear to look like a prince. Now that she was carefully scrutinizing him, Amina couldn't help but wonder how she didn't notice the subtle clues that lay within his physique.

Although terrible at directions, she had always held a certain amount of pride on her observation skills, after spending so much time on the outside, observing became second nature, becoming keenly aware of people, picking up things they themselves weren't fully aware they did. People tended to be a puzzle of sorts, and Amina enjoyed a good mystery now and then.

The way Belphegor walked with such languor bespoke legions of his upbringing, he didn't wait for people instead they waited on him. Both the fine angular set of jaw and the palette that compromised his skin were more than likely of European aristocratic descent.

Not that she ever intermingled much with the high classes, but the media and Google did wonders for a teenage girl, but her image about royalty was now shattered by Belphegor. Now the next time she seems any monarch she'll think twice, who knows what other kinky things these people were into?

It only made her wonder deeply who in the world were the two people who ever came together and decided to reproduce and then consequently, generated such a mentally unstable person. Did they even know the danger they were unleashing amongst their people?

Lost in divulging into the possibilities of the genetic combinations that could have resulted in Belphegor, Amina never realized that she had been staring at him for far too long.

"What peasant? Like what you see? Well of course you would, but a prince like me is far too out of your league."

Amina stopped walking momentarily to look at him with a blank face, though she only managed to maintain it for a few seconds, she couldn't hold it in any longer and threw her head back and laughed.

The prince promptly scowled at her.

"Well I am certainly glad for that! After all I don't know what it would say about me, if I managed to snare the resident megalomaniac." She titled her head to the side and put a hand to her chin. "You know one day I would really like to open up your skull and examine your brain. Who knows answers lay there about you! After all, what could possibly drive a prince to leave his country to go and live here and terrorize unsuspecting people?"

"When I was 8 years old I decided to kill my entire family." Belphegor told her pointedly and gave her a feral grin, amusement laced in his tone. He expected her to cower in fear of him or to become intimidated and run for her dear life.

What she did next surprised the genius because he did not see it coming.

"Ehhhh, so that is what had transpired! So at the tender age of eight you had most likely your psychotic breaking point, before you were simply content perhaps in inflicting pain and perhaps even killing animals. Then something sparked it, a loss of sorts, most likely produced by a sibling, that messed with your inflated ego and you went on a mass killing spree."

Belphegor saw her then tilt her head to the other side and purse her thick lips in thought.

"However, once those initial highs of adrenaline rush died down, though you felt absolutely no remorse because of the exposure to such high levels of seratonin, once it left, you became incredibly bored instead. So you decided to come here in hopes of recreating what you felt the first time you ever killed."

Amina always knew that watching all those marathons of Criminal Minds would pay off one day. Who says television only kills brain cells?

Now it was Belphegor's turn to quietly analyze her. This nobody peasant had barely known him for less than a day and she had already figured out what so many people failed to even comprehend. He was bemused by her, like a child who suddenly found an interesting new toy. "You're very peculiar."

She flashed him a triumphant grin of her own. "So I've been told."

"Considering that I have never met anyone like you before in my life, now I really more than ever wish to take a look at your genetic code." Who knows what she could possibly learn? It's not everyday a girl found a lunatic monarch, one never knows, he might just be her key to a Nobel Prize.

They walked the rest of the way in what she would consider an almost amicable state. And that was how highly unorthodox friendships are formed.

When Amina had reached the hallway that led to her room Belphegor left her, stating along the lines that as prince such as he, had better things to do than babysit a peasant. She remarked that they were practically the same age, that was not babysitting.

He then proceeded to throw his knife at her head as he walked way from her, she dodged it easily this time around, not falling for the same trick twice. He really was a childish prince. Amina grabbed the knife he had left as a souvenir for her curiously and put it in her pocket, she would examine that small but highly lethal thing later.

Just as she turned the corner to go near her room, Amina didn't register that there had been a presence there lurking in the wait. It came quickly behind her and before she could quickly react, masculine armed snatched her around the waist and the other was at her mouth, pressing a cloth of sorts against it and her nose.

Her eyelids suddenly grew heavy and her body felt very numb. The scent was deceptively sweet but in a sickening way, she knew immeadeataly what it was, CHCI3, it was a general anesthesiac, most people knew it as chloroform. Amina figured she had approximately less than 5 seconds before she fell unconscious.

Boy she hated it when she was right.

That was precisely what occurred, before she could even question the situation or the fact that once again her medical encyclopedia still worked it's magic the darkness in gulfed her.

"Ciao, perra. Don't think you're getting away alive this time."

Translation Note:

Ciao- Hello

Perra- Bitch

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A/N:

I would like to thank Insanity Renaissance, Rin, kid23jk7, CamoSunBun, 666AnimeFan666 and MewKew for reviewing! I really appreciate all your positive reviews they made me push for this chapter which I did not think I would get done in time tomorrow for my birthday. xD

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