*sigh* Enjoy, the fact I have the motive to write this is astonishing. It was only yesterday that I felt I couldn't write anything; that I wasn't in the mood. It's surprising at how Bi-polar I can be in such a short time period…. Haha. Period.

Rain. That was all Belphegor could see as he stared out the window, his arm resting on the side of the door, his cheek cupped by his outstretched hand. Sighing, he turned to Fran who was driving. "Oi, Frog…..where are we going?" he asked lazily.

Fran glanced down at the bouquet of soft white roses on his Senpai's lap. Turning his attention back to the road, "I'm going to visit a girl, Senpai…." Fran's tone dropped, his eyes softened as if he was deep in thought. Painful memories flashed through his mind, he averted Belphegor's gaze, his Senpai's concern was starting to get to him, making him feel a little uneasy; unsure weather it was really right to let Bel tag along.

Belphegor sighed softly, looking back from the Frog to the window; the rain had started so abruptly, from such perfect, warm weather to sudden rain. It somehow made the mood amongst the two hitmen tense. Neither one had spoken until now. Belphegor forced it upon himself to break what seemed like eternal silence; and to be frank, he can't go for two minutes without talking.

"Froggy?" Bel prodded again, "What girl might that be?" he looked down at the roses Fran had forced him to hold. If he knew Fran, even a little bit. He knew Fran didn't give gifts of any kind to anybody. So, roses for some girl were defiantly unusual. The flowers were wrapped in clear cellophane, typical for any bouquet, yet it seemed elegant and somewhat sweet. Belphegor smiled faintly, peeking a glimpse of the younger assassin seated next to him. The thought of Fran being sweet with a girl pained him, he didn't realize how much it hurt, knowing the frog belonged to the heart of another.

Fran sighed, "Someone…" was his one word reply. Fran didn't feel the need to explain things to Bel. The elder would probably throw knives at him and say something along the lines of 'why the hell would a prince care for a useless toad like you?' So he decided it was best to keep the details at a minimum. He was comfortable in the silence; he felt it meant Belphegor respected him. Even if it was only slightly, it was still better than nothing. He fought back the urge to smile, keeping up his façade could only go so far, and he felt like it wouldn't last for long.

So many emotions swirled around the illusionist, making it hard to maintain his face; but he did it nonetheless. He felt if he were to break down so suddenly, Bel would never let him live it down. He would be hounded, haunted even, by the day he let his barrier down. To show another human he is no better than what they are. No, he had to keep his mask, not only because of his pride, or because he had done it for so long he felt he didn't want to change; but because he hated being seen as weak. He just couldn't let that happen, even if it killed him.

The car pulled up, the windscreen wipers coming to a halt, the rain fogging up the large screen, making it impossible to see out. "Senpai," Fran half asked, half prodded, holding his hand out for Belphegor to hand over the bouquet.

Belphegor sighed, handing over the flowers, a distasteful frown playing at his lips. "Can the prince come?"

Fran shook his head, opening the car door, stepping out into the rain. "No, Senpai. You can't". He closed the car door with a dull 'thunk' sound. Walking off until he was out of sight, holding the roses close to his chest. The rain had eased up a bit since arriving, he was still soaked though, but at least it wasn't hammering down like it was before. Now it was more of a light shower.

Walking up to a faded headstone, he placed the roses at the foot of the stone header. A few weeds had sprouted up around the base. Fran sighed sadly sitting down in front of the obvious grave, whispering to himself lightly. "Happy birthday, Mum." Was all that was heard after that. Fran brought his knees up to his chest, his chin resting in the tops. Looking down at the roses he had placed, he blinked a few times. He just couldn't cry, He wouldn't allow it. He had to be strong, for his mother.

Fran's mother had died when he was only a child, the tender age of five. Still oblivious to the rest of the world. To him, his mother was the whole world, and everything in it. He and his mother lived alone. Just the two of them, together and yet, alone. His father was a selfish bastard, as far as he was concerned. He had never met his father, The man had beat up his pregnant fiancé at the first hint of a baby.

From the very beginning, Fran had been unwanted; it seemed the only person who had ever cared was his mother. He had thought about it many times, every time it hurt him to think, Mommy, the only person to care about the jade haired child had taken her own life. His reason to live, had not the desire he had then, so she ended her suffering. It hurt, and it hurt bad; Although, as much as it hurt, he never showed the faintest sign of discomfort or displeasure. Instead, he bottled it up, in a bottomless pit of void feelings, a collection he had been saving since he was born, since his first breath.

A brownish-green frog hopped its way over to the teen; it seemed to just stare at him, before croaking to him. "Stupid frog… I'm not family, dumbass." Fran hissed bitterly, knocking the frog hood off his head. It fell to the ground, landing with a dull thud, splashing his side with water. The frog continued to look up at him incredulously, croaking once more.

Flashback:

"Mommy! Mommy, Come look~" A bright eyed boy called, his tone was even, controlled yet light, innocent. The child ran over to his mother, a woman with deep blue eyes, blonde flowing hair and most of all, a bright smile, took the hand of her only son, letting herself get pulled along by the small child. She chuckled to herself when Fran, The young boy came to a halt at a small pond, she let his hand go as he dropped to his knees to examine the water's edge more closely. She smiled, her son was turning five soon and she knew she wouldn't last long enough to see it. She was saddened by the fact she would have to leave her son so soon; and, akin to Fran, she just bottled it up. She couldn't abide the thought of telling him.

A small, green frog perched up on a lily-pad; watching the duo with its cold yellow gaze.

It croaked rather loudly, startling Fran.

Fran jumped, meeting the amphibian's gaze for only a second before screaming, bursting into tears and running away as fast as he could.

Fran's mother laughed lowly to herself, she knew that like herself, Fran had a habit of keeping his feelings to himself, but when the cute child stumbled upon something he absolutely did not like, he would let the world know.

The blonde woman smiled, finding Fran sniveling behind a tree, "Fran, honey, its okay…." She paused to laugh; letting the boy know it was okay. "It's just a frog,"

Fran wiped his eyes on his sleeve, looking up at his beloved mother, "F-frog?" He questioned, his green eyes meeting his mother's blue.

His mother laughed, ruffling his hair, "Yes Dear, a frog," She took his hand, leading him back over to where the frog sat. She dipped her hand in the water before picking up the small slippery creature, "See, It won't hurt you,"

Fran stared down the amphibian, "I don't like frogs..." he said defiantly. "Mum, I hate frogs."

(End flashback)

Fran growled at the frog in front of him. Why was it that the little bastards always show up just to ruin his mood? In this case, it couldn't really get much worse. "Fuckin' hate frogs".

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Belphegor started indolently out the window, "Where's that damn frog?" he questioned, checking the time on his phone, The Froggy had been gone now for an hour and a half and he was stuck in the stupid car, waiting for him. "Won't be long my ass,"

The rain continued to patter down, dripping down the window on the other side to the blonde, "The Prince doesn't wait for nobody or nothin'" he growled, opening the car door, the cold humid air greeted him as he stepped out of the vehicle. Screw it, he was a prince, in his mind, he was the only thing that mattered.

Belphegor spied a small figure sitting before the bouquet of roses, eyes downcast and whispering to himself. He arrogantly strode over to the younger assassin but as he came closer, he noticed straight away something was off; he couldn't tell if it was rain dripping from his face or…tears? It couldn't be, Fran never cried. However, as he got closer, the small form before him was shaking uncontrollably, defiantly tears rolling down his now flushed cheeks.

Fran buried his face in his knees as he hugged his legs tighter, sobbing silently to himself. "Froggy?" Bel asked, unsure of what was going on, he crouched down next to the lonely teen, placing a firm hand on his quivering shoulder. Sniffing, Fran wiped his eyes.

"I thought I told you to wait in the car…" Fran's voice came out cracked, it sounded sad. Like all the sadness he had ever felt were poured into that one sentence.

Belphegor, being a little slow looked up at the tombstone they were seated before. Turning back to Fran, he smiled softly. "Prince's don't listen to peasants," he enclosed an arm abound Fran's shivering body before slowly adding, "Only Princess's" He kissed the top of Fran's head, Both Belphegor and Fran had a history of being socially awkward; yet, around each other, they just acted alone on impulse.

"Hello, Fran's mum, it's okay, I'll look after him for you…." Fran lifted his head to look up at his Senpai, who was talking to the large stone. The Prince looked so calm, at the same time, he looked kind of sad. "And I'll take good care of him and he'll become my princess and I'll love him forever."

"Sen-" Fran was cut off by Belphegor planting a small, chaste kiss on his lips. Fran blushed lightly, involuntarily moving closer to Bel's comforting warmth; Smiling.

Belphegor turned back to the gravestone, "Only if he'll let me".

I almost cried while writing this, I hope I did a better job at this chapter than what I did with the first one.

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