Fon couldn't help but to be confused through breakfast. The others kept sending him looks and laughing. He wondered if they had gotten into some recreational drugs. Skull didn't even glance at him, pouting in her seat next to Reborn and across from himself. It wasn't until she had left to put her dirty dishes in the sink to be washed that Reborn spoke up. "Is there a reason you have the words Bastard on your forehead? I didn't know you were trying a new fashion statement." His voice was filled with amusement as Fon blinked uncomprehendingly at him before an amused Viper handed him a mirror, and it said something about their own amusement that they didn't charge him for it.

There in neon purple glittery letters was the word BASTARD across his forehead. He blinked as if it would change what he was seeing, it didn't. He blinked again but the image didn't distort even as he brought his storm flames up to disintegrate whatever mist illusion was on him. Only nothing happened. It wasn't a mist illusion.

He blinked dumbly before looking up his eyes catching a smirking Skull standing innocently in the doorway, a devious grin on her lips as she turned and walked away.

"Viper, is their mist residue on me?" He asked after a moment, his gaze turning to the Mist.

"Mu, I'll check but it's going to cost you." They said sounding amused and he nodded in consent. "However, you got that on your face I don't know but it's real. There is no illusion." They stated after a moment, he had felt their flames prodding at the glittery mess on his face.

He nodded as he stood, making his way to the bathroom to wash it off, contemplating just how Skull had done it, and there was no doubt in his mind that Skull was the one responsible for it. The mystery had his fingers itching and his flames purring. She must have done it when she had chained him, but the how, and the how he hadn't noticed made excitement rear up inside himself. Not even Reborn had been able to ever prank him, and the Sun had tried. Yet somehow his Cloudy Sky had managed. It was exhilarating. This was new, a challenge and he loved a good challenge.

However, it didn't end with washing his face. The purple mess didn't disappear, the words didn't vanish like they should of. Instead, the purple seemed to spread. His face was covered in glitter, his clothes normally pristine and clean had markings of glitter. He tried showering and changing only for the glitter to get on his new clean set of clothes. His hair sparkled and it seemed to multiply. The harder he tried to get rid of it the more their seemed to be and every time he saw his reflection the words BASTARD stood out mockingly.

What was worse it didn't stop there. The next morning, he went to grab his clothes only to find 'PROPERTY OF SKULL DE MORT' written in glitter across his clothing. He felt his eye tick before an idea came to him.

He went downstairs in his sleep pants, a smile on his lips as he sought out Skull only to hear the wheezing laughter of his Mist. "Are you alright Viper?" He inquired, turning his head slightly.

"Turn…turn…" They howled unable to get the words out, tears streaming down their face.

"Fon, why do you have a dick on your back with a winking smiley face wearing a tutu?" Reborn asked.

"I thought that was obvious Sempai. Fon's a dickhead why wouldn't he have a tattoo of one?" Skull stated from where she sat at the table, one eyebrow raised a smirk curling her lips.

"Skull…" He trailed off as she raised the other brow to join the first. "If I apologize for kissing you, will you stop?" He asked after a moment.

"Until you act like a dick head again." She agreed with a nod. The others turned to their Cloud with a look of surprise even as Fon smiled serenely.

"You have my apologies for stilling a kiss." He stated with a bow. "Reborn, would you be willing to loan me some clothes until I can get mine washed? You are the closest to my size I think."

"What is wrong with yours Kora?" Colonnello asked looking amused.

"Skull seemed to have taken a liking to them. They are currently covered in glitter with Skull's name stamped on them. Not that I mind wearing clothes that state property of Skull De Mort, but I could do without the glitter." He said bluntly, getting a snort from the Hitman who beckoned him upstairs.