Voltrix: That's right, number twooo! XD

Horo: Volt actually wrote this yesterday, that's how much he doesn't want to be behind.

Zee: I thought it was cos' Volt has memory loss?

Volt and Horo: ZOMG UKE! //glomp attack// x3

I wrote this listening to 'The Great Escape.'

xD Never get tired of that song. Anyone else like it?

After that song finished I listened to 'Percussion Gun' by White Rabbits. Great songs o.o

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It was night time. He was in high school. He was AT school. And it was the Christmas dance. Which really didn't make sense to Fran, since, honestly Christmas was still 24 days away. But of course no one every listened to him! But he wasn't complaining, there was fine music (if one too many slow songs) and the food was good. No one had managed to spike the punch yet, people were laughing loudly, and at the moment Fran was standing at the corner of one of his groups of friends.

His 'Varia' friends, to be exact. You know the ones. It wasn't only them, however. No his friends of course were all accompanied with their dates (Fran was sure that most of them did have dates, although he hadn't really been paying attention to the conversations they'd had about them), so that left Fran to awkwardly stand to the side and stare off, waiting for the night to end. Because, even though Fran had gotten asked by a number of girls (and guys) to go to this dance, he'd rejected them all. So that's why he stood alone that night.

It's not like Fran had never been interested in anyone before, he just had learned from other peoples mistakes. Relationships didn't end well. Girls didn't go well. Dances could go wrong quite easily. If you combine girls, relationships, and dances, you were just asking to get your heart broken, or get humiliated. Neither of which sounded appealing.

He'd heard rumors about his 'schools' dances. And not your usual fairy tale rumors, no the nasty ones that usually ended with sad endings and running make-up. For example, the mistle-toe incidents. At every single dance there was always a 'mistle-toe incident.'

That's where everything either went right or it went wrong for the occupants of the dance, for when a couple would inconveniently (or conveniently) find themselves placed under the dreaded mistle-toe, one of two things could happen. One being they might think 'this is fate! I've been waiting for this kiss' and then they'd proceed to kiss the living daylights out of the person besides the fact that by this time an audience would have formed. The second possibility however involved one of the people thinking 'oh no! I'm only doing this because a friend told me to! Definitely not!' and the person would run for their lives, leaving there rejected friend under the mistle-toe and pulling 'a runner' on them. From what Fran could tell, if someone pulled a runner on you, you had good reason to be embarrassed.

So now you understand why Fran wasn't exactly enthusiastic on the thought of being put in that type of position. However, girls were the former when it came to the mistle-toe incident, so they didn't understand why Fran kept saying no. To all of them. Some people had even started to think he was gay!

Which he wasn't, although it probably wouldn't matter if he was. A lot of guys in the school were, and they participated in the mistletoe incidents as well! With a sigh his eyes scanned the entire room. It was a slow, meaning all the couples were doing that 'stare into each other's eyes' thing, and the girls were trying to unnoticeably rotate towards low ceilings (where the suspected mistletoes were).

It made him slightly annoyed, looking out at all of them and suddenly feeling empty. But he didn't like anyone so it wasn't right! He'd been asked by loads of girls... But it wouldn't be the same being there with one of them, and unhappily he made his way across the room to the doorway. Sure, he hadn't said goodbye to any of his friends, but they were all enthusiastic with their relationships, Fran didn't want to ruin that for him.

He stared at the ground as he reached the door, then looked up and started to head out when he felt himself bump into someone. Oh god no...

"Ushishishi. Where is the little froggy going?" Bel purred out. Fran glanced up, putting on a bored expression as he felt his stomach sink in dread. This wasn't what he needed...

"I'm leaving, sempai." Fran stated plainly, trying to walk through again but the blond blocked his passage of way. "Would you move out of the way, sempai?" Annoyance could be heard.

Bel seemed to think about it playfully, running a finger over his lips, before shaking his head. "Nope."

Fran sighed, not even caring he was letting his emotions be seen. He wasn't in a good mood, he just wanted to leave. "And why not!?"

Bel's smirked widened at that. "Look up and find out."

Ohshitohshitohshitohshit nonono, this wasn't happening. Almost fearfully he looked up, and if didn't pride himself with the fact that he was one of the few sane people in this school, he would of sworn out loud that the evil mistletoe was glaring down, spreading an ominous aura throughout the entire area that Bel and he inhabited. With wide eyes he looked back at the prince, unable to believe that he'd been LEAVING, and then caught under such a nightmare. Vaguely he wondered who it would be that would run and he could already sense eyes starting to burn into his back. Everyone knew of the frog and the prince's constant bigger, after all.

He smiled blankly. "Bel-sempai, please step out of the way, this is silly neither of us are gay." Well, Fran wasn't sure on that one but at least he knew he wasn't gay. Bel's smirk didn't lessen; in fact the blond leaned in confidently until he was leering at the green haired boy. Fran's heart began to beat just the slightest bit quicker, and his head reeled. Why wasn't the prince pulling away? Why wasn't Fran pulling away? It made no sense, but even thinking that he couldn't tilt his head back even an inch. Speaking of inches, how many was the prince away from him? Three, two, one? Oh shit, it definitely seemed to be getting smaller...

Now Fran had always imagined his first kiss being quite romantic, something you might do in the rain. He knew it was stupid, but even you would feel like complaining if yours was stolen in front of half of your school by a creepy elder man that probably belonged in an asylum. So why didn't he pull away? Fran couldn't say, all he knew was that he needed something to hold onto, and Bel looked extremely tempting at the moment (which was ironic because it seemed that Fran's eyes had closed).

Hands reached up and fisted themselves into Bel's shirt, and he felt himself standing up on his tippy-toes so as to increase the pressure he was enforcing on the others lips. Belphegor wrapped arms around his waist although he barely noticed. When the frog felt an intruding tongue asking for entrance into his inexperienced mouth he tried to keep it closed, he really did, but that tongue.... His mouth opened immediately, a soft and almost inaudible moan escaping his throat as the others tongue assaulted his own in slow sensual and circular movements.

With a gasp Fran pulled away, eyes wide and cheeks a rosy red. Was this all some joke?! The smirking Belphegor left no hints, simply poking his nose immaturely, and Fran could only watch as the blond returned to the party like nothing had happened.

But something had, and later that night when a certain prince asked an individual frog to dance...

The answer wasn't a bad one.

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XD I don't think I did an EXTREMELY good job on this one...

But what do you think? :D

Tell me tell me! And barely anyone suggested ideas to me in reviews ;_;

But! It seems you guys want me to include some Squalo and Xanxus in here? Tell me if you do, I need at least 4 people for any given pairing before I go and write something. =P

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