Guess who's back?

xD So... I couldn't decide whether I wanted this to have a sad ending or a happy ending

So I thought

And thought

And finally decided....

I couldn't decide o.o

SO! It doesn't have an official ending. I mean it has a good lead off so you can believe what you want and I know most people like happy endings but I just wasn't sure if that would fit! XD

Anyone wanna tell me what this idea is from? My sister gave it to me but it sounds familiar. Oh well! xD

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Bel swore as he jumped over the side of the escalator- the broken one may he add- and ran down it. It was broken (of course) because it seemed today just wasn't his day. Very narrowly avoiding a random passerby he skirted to a stop at the bottom of the broken escalator and then continued to run down another flight of stairs. He breathed heavily, and his ears pounded.

With a sigh he heard the train whistle and he watched remorsefully as the train he should have been on left. It was another hour until the next one arrived! He didn't like getting home as late as 11:00pm, but he supposed it was his fault for working all the way across town. Trying to get his breathing under control he sat down on one of the cold train station seats, grumpily deciding there was nothing he could do.

About five minutes later- just when another train was leaving to be exact- another victim of bad luck jumped the stairs hurrying towards the train only to see that the doors had just closed and that it was indeed too late.

Belphegor didn't glance at the other person, highly uninterested. Tough luck, he usually wouldn't care if someone missed their train (unless it was his train, that is). He heard a sigh but still didn't glance up, angrily glaring down at his dead phone. There was nothing to do! He hated being bored, and of course he never carried any kinds of books around with him! That would just be stupid. He'd look like some sort of dork. And dorks were the type of people that he snickered at, and teased with his friends. Hey, who said the main character of this story was a martyr? Not me.

"Would you mind if I sat next to you?"

The voice that definitely didn't belong to him perked his ears, and he waved an okay, not caring. With a bored sigh he glanced around. It seemed that the station was rather full tonight, not to mention there really wasn't that many benches to begin with. Guess it couldn't be helped. Uninterestedly he tore his gaze from his surroundings and turned his gaze to the male sitting next to him.

Oh god.

Right beside him, looking more zoned out than most would deem possible for an adult and not a child in school, was possibly one of the most gorgeous people he'd ever seen. With an angelic appearance green eyes shone like emeralds, and green hair framed the boy's face. As far as the blond could tell, the other male was about five inches shorter than him (they were both sitting however so he couldn't tell that well). Something that surprised him was that the other was wearing a regular shirt and black khaki shorts. Something that could be seen as insane for the winters of New York. Bel himself was snuggled tightly in a huge puffy overcoat, scarf, gloves and hat (obviously he wore pants and shoes as well). The man's skin was pale and contrasted heavily with the black outfit he adorned. Everything about the other green haired male drew Bel in heavily, and he almost started to lean forward towards the other before catching himself and keeping his distance. Bel gulped. Such an angel, it was absolutely impossible for him not to wish to talk to the beautiful person next to him, so why was it all of a sudden his throat had dried up?

With a intake of breath and a lick of his lips Bel finally had the nerve to speak up, although his heart still battered against his chest. What was wrong with him? Usually he thought himself above most everyone, especially fairly feminine men, but something about the angel was so compelling. "Missed your train?" Bel asked smoothly, and the green haired man jumped in surprise, who wouldn't? New York wasn't exactly the type of place where you randomly talked to the person standing next to you. You had to be careful! Who knew what dangerous people lay out there...?

Uncertainly the other blinked, then nodded slowly. Bel grinned, laughing softly. "Same here~ Tough luck, neh? My train doesn't arrive for another..." He squinted his eyes at the clock which was on the wall opposite of them, "Fifty minutes." The other hesitated before nodding once again, seeming unsure whether or not to end the conversation or to try and respond. Panic grew in Bel when he thought about scaring the other away so he stupidly stuck his hand out, and decided to introduce himself. "Belphegor Vessarius Von Ripper!" He winced slightly at his last name, hoping it wouldn't scare the other off. Afterall, it wasn't the friendliest.

This caused the green haired man to laugh. "Ripper, eh? That's an interesting last name. Probably get hell for it I'm guessing? I'm Fran." Carefully Fran took his hand, shaking it lightly. Bel noted that the green haired boys skin was smooth to the touch, and he could only imagine what it would feel like to run his fingers through the others hair. The strands were probably feathery to the feel... Oh no, he couldn't zone out now! No ogling, bad Bel!

"Ushishishi. You have no idea. Nice to meet you." Such a simple conversation already had his heart beating like it never had before, and his smile widened to one that although slightly creepy, almost had an honest look to it. Dropping his hand into his lap he eyed the others clothing again. It really was off-putting how the other wasn't even shivering! "That's not very much that you have on. Would you at least like my scarf?" Bel offered, something that was extremely uncharacteristic of him.

Fran shook his head. "It's alright, I've never really minded the cold."

"Creepy."

"Me? You're one to talk, Mr. Ripper."

"Ahh, so nice to hear the name that mother used to call me~"

"Did you find her at a train stop too?" Ooh, harsh.

"Where else?"

They both burst out laughing, and the sound of Fran's laugh jingled like bells in his ears. It t, was beautiful. He made it his personal goal that he'd make the other laugh at least once more before they parted ways. After all, who knew if they ever were to see each other again?

And so their conversation continued, easier now that they'd opened up ever so slightly. It wasn't one of those awkward talks that usually happened when two people first met, no in fact it came quite easily for both of them. They could be having a regular conversation and Fran would start laughing! Bel would be confused, and then the other would explain what exactly he'd found funny and soon the blond would be on the ground laughing his head off as well! Bel learned that Fran came to the station every day, about five minutes after the blond. It was just bad luck that the two had never run into each other!

When his train came in, he really wished he could simply delay, but it was the last train for the night and it's not like Bel had enough money on him to stay in a hotel. His job wasn't that good. With a sigh they waved their goodbyes, but smiles were on both their faces, for they knew that both would arrive just a little late and just maybe a little early from now on.

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And so the days continued, Bel now taking the 11:00 o' clock train every day and Fran taking the 11:10 (although both always seemed to arrive much too early for both). The time they spent together whizzed by, and in merely one week Bel was sure that he was closer to Fran than he'd ever been with... well, anyone, most likely. He'd had friends, best friends, and lovers. None of them compared.

That's why, today was the day! He'd made up his mind. It was high time (after all, it had already been a week!) that they take things to the next level. Exactly seven days later they both sat in silence, waiting for their trains to come. It wasn't an awkward silence, it as an easy one, one that can only be shared between the best of friends (or more).

Nervously, just like a week ago, Bel inhaled and licked his lips. This was it. Sure Bel had been leaving small hints for the other, but this would be the outright test to see if Fran really... turned that way, he supposed. It wasn't like he was the only one though! The blond was almost positive the other had been returning his small flirtatious comments and actions (or were those fantasies?). With newly founded confidence he turned to Fran. "Frog?" Oh, that's another thing; Bel had started calling the other that. With all the green, he really couldn't help it, you would too!

"Hmm?" Fran curiosly turned to the older man, wondering why the air had suddenly gotten so tense.

"I think that... we should start hanging out. Outside of the train station, I mean." Slowly the green haired man nodded, appearing confused. Bel sighed; the other didn't get it. "What I mean is..." He gulped a new wave of nervousness coursing through him. Well, it was too late to turn back now! "We should start hanging out as more than friends." A few blinks later, the shorter male in front of Bel finally got what was being implied.

And continued to blush intensely, eyes widening so they were doubled in size. "E-eh?"

"Ushishi. Did I catch the little Frog off guard?" Fran nodded, causing Bel to snicker, although his heartbeat didn't slow down. After a few moments of nothing, the blond felt his anxiety increase. When a minute had past and the frog still hadn't said anything, Belphegor was driving himself insane by wondering what the hell the other could be thinking about. "W-well?!"

Slowly, Fran raised his recently dropped eyes to meet with his bangs. "I..." Bel's heartbeat was off the wire now. "I think I'd like that." Said the green haired man finally. Belphegor's heart stopped... and then it started again, and he had to resist jumping up and punching his arm up into the air glee.

With a giddy smile he saw his train had finally arrived, and with a devilish smirk he leaned in and pecked his newly found boyfriend on the cheek, leaving a flustered Fran. "I'll meet you here tomorrow at 8:00." And with that, Bel jumped up and ran onto his train, merrier than he'd ever been in a long time. After all, who would be happy when they just had heard that the person they had fallen in love with on sight returned their feelings?

Throughout his train ride he was bouncing in his seat, overcome with happiness. He kept grinning insanely to himself, it was only when he heard a plop that he noticed his surroundings. The passenger that had just gotten up to leave for their stop had dropped a book. He picked it up, starting to call out before noticing the doors had already closed. Oh well, he didn't really care. Bel glanced down at the book then smiled in amusement. "Heh, 'The Mysteries of New York'?" He'd never believed in superstitions, or anything of the sort. How stupid was this? "Might as well see what bull shit this thing holds..." He mumbled.

There was still another ten minutes before his stop, so for another five he uninterestedly skimmed through the book, looking for something interesting. Most of the things were explainable, some just fraud, a few plain stupid, and if he was lucky they were slightly boggling. It was only when one caught his eye that he really concentrated on the book.

'Ghost That Roams Train Station 101'

Ha! That was his station, the one where he'd met Fran, he'd know if there was a 'ghost' on it. He began to read the article, feeling slightly intrigued although he didn't believe it for a second.

It is said that Twenty-Three year old man Fran Vivaldi is still seen to this day roaming around the train station. It's rumored that this spirit seeks revenge for they were pushed into one of the train tracks and murdered right after being brutally stabbed.

Bel couldn't breathe, he couldn't speak. All he could do was let his eyes slowly travel over to a picture of someone he knew so well.

Fran Corcio Vivaldi, born in 1920 and murdered in the August of 1943.

--don't read this next part if you don't want to feel quite sad ;.;--

Numbly he felt the tears streak down his face, and the pain in his heart never did go away.

In fact, he wasn't the only one that cried. It is said that even today, three years after Fran and Bel met that every single night by the train station a green haired boy is seen, waiting at 8:00 o' clock.

There's never anyone with him.

They say that he cries as well.