Warning! Dark themes ahead!

Belphegor's POV

His body shook with each sob. As I peeked through the corner of the door, he began to groan and cry, his hands gripping at his hair, pulling and tearing at the green locks. Little did he know that his hair was one of the qualities the Prince loved the most. He paused for a moment before sliding out of his bed and making his way to the bathroom. He slammed the door shut and I heard the lock click. I heard him rustle through many of the drawers, and I ran to my room. Making sure my footsteps weren't heard, I crept up to the door of our joined bathroom and peeked through the corner. Fran stopped rustling and pulled out something that I couldn't see. He began to fill the tub, and sat in the slowly rising water, clothes and all. What the hell was my little frog doing? I saw a silver glint in the palm of Fran's hand, and I felt my eyes widen. here was no mistaking it. It was my sobbed again, outstretching his pale wrist.

"No... No... What are you doing?!" I whispered. He pressed the blade of the knife against his skin, and I jumped up from my place sitting on the floor and tried to open the door. I heard the lock jump. I slipped out one of my knifes and picked the lock in record time, the door swinging inwards. Fran was seated, his clothes soaked and my knife about to slice through his skin again. The sight of his blood made me crazy.

"Fran, what the fuck are you doing?!" I screamed. I tried to take the knife, but he wouldn't let go of it.

"I want to die. Let me die. LET ME DIE." His voice was laced with sobs, but he didn't let go of my knife. I could feel the sharp edge puncturing my skin, but I didn't stop.

"Let. Go. Of. The. KNIFE!" I screamed. I yanked, and blood began to run down my hand. I felt my mind blur with the sight of my blood. I could not have a blood lust attack now. Not now of all times. I pulled on the knife harder, my blood mixing with Fran's in the water. I could feel myself slipping away, and a laugh bubbling up from my throat. I knew I wasn't going to be ableto do this alone. With the state my mind was in.

"HELP! SOMEONE!" I never thought I would ever say it, but my frog was in trouble. MY frog. MINE. I faintly heard footsteps running up the stairs, and I felt Fran let go of the knife. He bent over, sobbing, tears mixing with our blood. I stumbled backwards, blood dripping onto the tile floor.

"Why! I thought you hated me... Why would you stop me?..."

"Because I love you." I left before he or I could say anything else. My vision was blurring and I felt laughter bubbling up from my chest. I felt like ripping things. It took all of my self control not to go back to the room and slice Fran up. I faintly saw the window of my room, and I jumped out of it and ran until I blacked out.

Fran's POV

He said it. He said he loved me. I sat in a haze as I heard Lussuria screaming for someone, and the loud commotion going on around me. But I didn't care about that.

I heard ripping, and Lussuria was wrapping some kind of cloth around my wrist, the blood continuing to seep through. I felt someone pick me up out of the tub, and I dripped red water. I didn't move or speak as I was placed in my bed, or as Lussuria tied my arms and legs to the bed. I saw Xanxus come into the room, but my mind was somewhere else. In the place where Belphegor told me that he loved me. Not in the place where I had tried to kill myself. I replayed the memory over and over, reliving the moment until I felt like I was actually back in time. Maybe I had unconsciously made myself into an illusion.

I could see that he was in pain, but I couldn't let him take the knife from me. He had no idea how much I had been suffering, and how much I would love to just die, to be reincarnated as something new. I heard him shout for help, and the last of my resistance fled. I let the knife slip out of my hands, my head dropping to my chest. Everything was ready, everything was prepared. I had planned everything just right... So why did my beloved Prince have to go ruin it? I was mostly talking to myself out loud by now, but it didn't matter. After seeing this, the Prince would never love me. Nothing I did could change that now.

"Why? I thought you hated me... Why would you stop me?..." I saw Belphegor's sanity slipping away by how much blood was in the air.

"Because...I love you." I froze. My breathing stopped. He loved me? By the time I looked up, he was jumping out of his bedroom window. I saw something that looked like red eyes, but it might have been the blood loss.

The door closed, but I didn't hear footsteps lead away. I lay in my bed, my writ throbbing. It didn't hurt- I couldn't feel pain- but I knew that if I could the ropes holding me down would be rubbing against the cuts.

"What do you think happened?" I heard Lussuria's high pitched voice question.

"Who knows. More importantly, how did Belphegor manage to find him? Fran chose the time when we would all be busy. Your busy cleaning, I'm in the shower, Boss is... Boss, and Levi's doing... I don't know. Fran obviously planned it all out, but how come he didn't know what Belphegor was doing? And isn'y he usually cleaning his knifes on Thursadays?" Squalo's voice was concerned at tense. I stopped and thought about what he was saying. He was right. Belphegor was usually cleaning his knifes in the living room, so how did he happen to come up to the bed room and into the bathroom? There's a bathroom in the living room, so... I wanted to roll over onto my side, but I remembered that my wrists and legs were strapped to the bed. I sighed at closed my eyes. I slept for several hours, dreaming of blood and princes.