Just a few days later, Fran walked out of his bedroom, wiping at his running nose. He frowned, noticing all of the cardboard boxes scattered around the house, not sure what was going on.

"Master...?" Fran wasn't well, having woken up feeling like shit. "Master, what's going on...?"

Mukuro, who had been in the kitchen when Fran called for him, came out to the hallway, concerned at his charge's weak voice. Kneeling before the boy, the blue-haired male put his hand against Fran's forehead, feeling a high temperature.

"What's wrong, little one?" Mukuro grabbed Fran's hand in his, holding it tightly.

"I feel like crap, Master." Fran's teal eyes were dull, and a loud, congested sound filled the air as the boy tried to breathe in through his nose. "Why were there boxes everywhere...?"

"We're moving house." Mukuro sighed as he felt how hot the younger's cheeks were. "What are you doing out of bed when you feel so bad?"

"It's two in the afternoon, Master..." Fran dropped his head against the man's shoulder, disregarding the first half of Mukuro's sentence. "I'm hungry..."

"Go lay back down in bed and I'll cook some soup for you. Sounds like you've got a nasty cold." Mukuro ushered the boy back into his bedroom before he turned around and returned to the kitchen.

Fran climbed back into his bed, wrapping himself up in his warm blankets. He sighed to himself, feeling miserable; he hated being sick.

I wonder where we're moving to... Fran was as relaxed as ever at the unexpected news, trusting Mukuro's judgement. I hope it's not too far away from here. I like this house. Then again, I wonder why we're moving in the first place. I hope it's not because of Mukuro's money troubles.

I feel like absolute crap. Yuck.

Fran grabbed the TV remote he kept under his pillow. He turned the television on, flicking through the channels as he searched for something to watch. He didn't feel like getting up and turning the DVD player on, so normal TV would have to suffice for now.

When Mukuro stepped into the bedroom not long later, he carried a bowl of soup with him. He waited until Fran had pushed himself into a sitting position before he rested the bowl on the boy's lap, hoping that the blankets would prevent the heat from making the younger uncomfortable.

"Where are we moving to, Master?" Fran dipped his spoon into his soup, raising it to his lips.

"We're going to live with Rasiel and Belphegor, little one."

Fran cocked his head slightly. "How come?"

"The original plan was for Rasiel to come and live with us, but Belphegor didn't like that idea. Instead, Belphegor pushed for us to move into his home."

The teal-haired male nodded, calm with the news. "I will be going, too, right?"

"No; I'm going to leave you here in an empty house with no power and pass you off as part of the deal for whoever lives here next." Mukuro couldn't help but smile fondly at the boy. "Of course you're coming with me, little one - I wouldn't ever leave you alone."

"You left me to sleep in the office at work, once." Fran shrugged. "The new girl had to wake me up and drive me home."

"Kufufu~ In my defence, you told me you were going to walk home because I had to go on sick leave. It's not my fault you decided to sleep on the job and stayed until everyone else had left."

Fran shrugged again, taking more mouthfuls of his soup. Mukuro left soon after, and it didn't take long for Fran to fall asleep to the soft hum of his TV.

~~XX~~

When Fran next woke up, it was to the sound of someone opening and closing his desk drawers. He tried to blink sleep out of his eyes, only to recognise the blurry outline of Bel standing by his desk.

"Senpai...?" Fran yawned, pushing himself into a sitting position. "What are you... doing here...?"

"Siel asked me to come and help pack." Bel shrugged, lifting something into Fran's point of view. "Froggy has some neat toys."

"Senpai, those are personal..." Fran laid back down, pulling his pillow over his head. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Bel; he just wanted to sleep.

"I didn't know Froggy was so kinky." Bel slipped the anal beads back into the drawer he had pulled them out of. He shuffled through the large collection of sex toys his lover had, picking up fluffy blue handcuffs next. "Why do you have handcuffs when you go solo here?"

"I stole those from Master when I was little. I didn't know they were sex toys at the time - I thought they were just pretty."

"What about this?" The blond held up a vibrator next, smirking. "Did you steal this from him, too?"

"I bought that... God, senpai, you're so loud... Can't I just sleep...?"

"Well, Froggy is sick, so I suppose he can have a rest - but I want to play with some of your toys later, Froggy."

"Whatever, senpai..." Fran pulled the blanket over his head, trying to block out the sounds of his belongings being trifled through. He knew he should be annoyed that Bel cared more about snooping than he did packing, but oddly enough, the man's presence was enough to lull him back into a calm sleep.

Bel waited until he knew Fran was asleep before he crept over to the bed, pulling the blanket down enough to reveal the boy's peaceful face. He caressed the pale cheek in a tender manner before he leant over, kissing Fran's forehead.

"I never said it back to you, did I?" Bel whispered, letting his bangs part for his soft purple eyes to be seen. "I never told you... that I love you, too, Fran..."

Bel smiled to himself before he swept his bangs back into place and set to work packing. He glanced over at Fran's bed every now and then, just to make sure the younger was okay - as well as to make sure the boy didn't notice what he was up to. Bel couldn't help but laugh to himself as he marked one of the boxes in permanent texta.

~~XX~~

A few days later, Bel sat on the couch in his own living room, sniffling miserably to himself as the other two adults scolded him. He wiped at his running nose with a tissue, feeling gross - he hated being sick.

"Way to be mature, brother." Rasiel pointed to the box the movers had dumped by the front door, not wanting to touch any further. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-six." Bel shrugged. "What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that you wrote, in capitals not even a blind man would miss, 'Fran's sex toys' on your boyfriend's box. Did you see the looks the movers were giving him?"

"Nope~" Bel just shrugged. "I still don't see what the big deal is."

Mukuro just stared off into the distance as the twins argued, mumbling to himself. "I didn't even know he had sex toys... So that's where mine always disappeared to..."

As much as I love working on this fic, I'm going to give it one last chapter, which may or may not be up tonight, but should most definitely be out tomorrow. Speaking of which, I have to drop my computer in to get fixed tomorrow, and I'm not sure how long it will take for them to fix it, so unless I whip out my school laptop (which I was meant to have returned last year after my graduation but never got around to... Shhhh...), there might be a few hours to a couple of days hiatus.