A/N: OMG second chapter! Read it mofos!
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn is owned by Akira Amano. I'm just a humble college student with crappy laptop writing for fun.
II. A tiara for Mini-Bel
Mammon was settled on top of his way over-sized bed, doing what he loves most. The little Arcobaleno efficiently segregated this month's earnings into neat piles of hundreds, fifties, and twenties, respectively. No pocket change here. A ghost of a contented smile passed over the deceptively cherubic face. He hadn't felt this peaceful in a long while. After the ring battles, the Varia returned to Italy, still embarrassed over their defeat at the hands of Vongola Decimo and his pack of misfits. But they were getting over it.
Mammon snuggled into the masses of pillows that littered the giant bed. Unrolling a new wad of crisp hundred dollar bills, the avaricious baby began to count. He licked his tiny thumb and sifted through the notes.
"1, 2, 3, 4 ,5, 6,-" "MAMMY!" The peace was shattered as the resident prince of the Varia sauntered into the room, without knocking of course, because princes don't have to knock. Mammon sighed to himself. Well, I was having a good day. He thought sullenly.
"Yes Bel, what is it?" The arcobaleno turned his small head to Belphegor, who had the mother of all Cheshire grins on his handsome face. The now seventeen year old assassin threw himself over the carefully stacked notes, effectively disorganizing them, much to Mammon's immense vexation. If the infant didn't know better, he'd say that the self-absorbed teen did that on purpose.
"Ushishi. The prince has something to show you!" That smile threatened to split his face. And secretly, Mammon kinda hoped it would. Death by excessive glee. It was laughable. On the outside,however, the arcobaleno's face remained wholely apathetic and uninterested. Motioning toward the now ruined stacks, the arcobaleno said, "Kindly remove your royal ass from off of my money." The baby began to crawl around the bed, collecting some scattered bills.
"But Mamma-jamma, its soo coooool." The prince droned on excitedly. At that, Mammon shivered involuntarily. Whenever Belphegor wanted to show him something "cool," it usually involved something dead, and/or in the process of dying, and him getting injured and/ or yelled at/threatened by another of their team.
"First of all, don't ever call me that again. Second, does it have to do with you killing small animals?"
"No…guess again!"
"Bel ,I'm busy. Show me later." Mammon renestled himself amongst the goose feather pillows, just as Belphegor shot up and started to crawl over to him.
"I can't wait 'til later! The prince orders you to look now!" The little hooded head reluctantly glanced up. Whatever he had to show him so badly had better be important. Because if Belphegor continued to besiege him with his childish demands for nothing but his own amusment, the prince was going to be seeing his dead brother in every reflective surface in the castle for a month. Said prince stood up, hands at his belt, undoing first the buckle, then the buttons and finally the zipper of his plain black jeans.
"Bel…What are you- GOOD. FUCKING. GRIEF." For the record, that was the first and last time Mammon ever dropped the F-Bomb. Completely nude from the waist down, Belphegor stood proudly in front of Mammon. Adorning the tip of his…ah…royal scepter, was a shiny silver loop, little gems embedded in the metal balls at each end gleaming in the light.
"Ushishishishi…Mini-Bel has his own tiara now!" Bel scooted closer to Mammon, who immediately inched further into his pillows.
"Look Mammon!" The mist arcobaleno was a red as a tomato.
"I'd rather not." But despite himself, he couldn't not look, especially with the way Bel was jingling it around obscenely, laughing like the perverted kid at the playground that liked to show girls(and apparently boys too) his thingy. Which he probably was, Mammon speculated.
"Bel! Put your penis away…Jesus Christ…" Mammon muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his tiny nose as Belphegor tucked in 'mini-Bel', who actually wasn't so mini, back into his pants and sat down. Again, right on top of the baby illusionist's only joy in life.
"So, whaddya think?" The prince grinned right in Mammon's little face. The baby leveled him with a glare, not that Bel could tell, of course, since Mammon's eyes were shadowed by the hood he always wore.
"You know, I could have gone my whole life without seeing that." Unfortunately, the sarcasm was lost on the jubilant prince, though his trademark smile shrank somewhat.
"You don't like it?" Mammon gave him a dirty look.
"That is freakish. Are you going to turn into a human pincushion, like Levi?" Casting his beloved money aside, as it was clearly not going to be counted today, the mist arcobaleno looked over at Belphegor. The prince appeared to be in deep thought, a pensive finger on his chin and all.
"But Levi is ugly. The prince is sexy!~" Was the profound answer. With that, the blond prince all but skipped out of the room, presumably to disgust someone else with his mutiliated genitalia. Mammon slowly curled into fetal position on top of one of the pillows. What he wouldn't give for mindswab. He had a feeling his headache was suddenly going to get much worse.
From somwhere in the castle, gunshots were heard.
The mist guardian of the varia facepalmed. Did he really just show it to Xanxus?
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