Fran: say hira-chan how did you managed to write this while being addicted again to DGM?
Hira: well I guess.. huh? It's not normal?
Fran: It will be normal when you own KHR.
Hira: *sulks* fine!
Fran: … This authoress here doesn't own KHR, obviously..
Hira: watch and see! I'll be asking KHR as my birthday present! Hah!
Fran: *sigh* idiocy.
Hira: *throws books* baka froggy!
Fran *dodges* y know.. you don't actually have to hear this authoress here ranting about unnecessary things. Go on read..
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Fran started to think about the things that he learned about himself today as he supported his senpai all the way to the bathroom.
First, he is getting suicidal.
Second, he has a sarcastic alter ego.
Third, he argues with this alter ego of his.
Fourth, He starts imagining things.
"Great, things just keep getting better. I wonder what's next. Me getting inside a mental asylum?"
Fran was busy helping his senpai get inside the bathroom when he felt the guy tag his arm. Looking at Bel, he just realized that his senpai's face is just an inch away from his. Fran's face automatically went as red as Christmas.
What the-
"…" Fran wants to move. He really wants to, but it seems like that his body is betraying him. He felt like he was stuck up from his position, and his mind also betrayed him and don't even start thinking right.
"What are you going to do?" Bel asked hoarsely, taking a breath for each word being said. It was as if speaking even takes an effort for him to do so. The prince even looks at him with half-lidded eyes, cheeks flushed in cherry color.
"We really need to lower your fever, senpai. You would end up having convulsion if this goes on. C'mon, I already prepared the tub." Once more, Fran put his arms around Bel and guided him towards the bath tub, which is now filled with water. The illusionist sat the prince on the floor, letting him lean on the tub as he remembered 'something'. And that something involves a ton of blushing scheme for Fran.
Guess what?
Removing the prince's clothes.
But upon seeing the prince's face, decided to drop all the hesitations he has at the moment and do his task right. Well, it wasn't like he hasn't seen himself in front of the mirror before.
It's just senpai. He tried to put it as casual as he could. But of course his other personality doesn't think so.
It 'is senpai'. It really put some stress on the word to emphasize the message it's trying to say.
C'mon, you're my other alter ego right? You're a part of me. Why don't you just agree that it's just senpai?
Alter egos doesn't have to agree with themselves. Duh, that's why we are called 'alter'.
Fran almost wanted to smack his alter ego if only he didn't remember that smacking his alter ego would mean smacking himself too. I hanged out too much with shishou…
Going back to his original issue…
Fran stared at the body sitting on the floor. Bel, even in his fevered state still managed to be as regal as ever, his ever messy hair and flushed face adding to his handsome features making him look very delicate at the moment. He didn't want to admit but he's going to fall for this kind of Belphegor if this keeps on.
Fran's thoughts stopped all at once, when he noticed the movements of his senpai obviously trying to support itself by holding at the bath tub for support.
"What do you think you are trying to do senpai?" Now, what is this man planning? One minute his senpai was acting all nice and fluffy, and now, he's pushing himself too much and trying to get away from Fran as much as he could. Fran can't stop himself from saying insults to his senpai, but his actions say otherwise. One look at that flushed face of the prince and he surrendered all the arguments he has in mind.
"What the heck are you trying to do stupid senpai?" He asked once again when the prince didn't seem to have heard his first question. As much as he tried to sound arguing, Fran failed in trying to raise his voice a bit. He went near the prince, and supported him towards the bath tub.
"No…" Even the prince's protest didn't have any strength in it.
"…"
"T-The water is cold, I'm never going jumping there."
"Senpai I didn't ask you to jump on the tub. And besides what's the point of lowering your fever if we aren't going to use cold water to put it down?" Fran wanted to laugh at the man's antics if only he wasn't afraid that his passive image would be ruined if he did so. He thought that his senpai was scurrying away from him, but all along he was afraid of the cold water hitting his skin. He saw Belphegor stop on his movements and turned to him.
"Then join me."
"…"
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'Could you please repeat that?' Fran wanted to say so badly, he was as sure as hell that his mental self had been shook up to the core. And he could clearly feel his face heating up again because of the sudden things that his senpai keeps blurting out. He really have this urge to bang his head on the nearest wall to stop this farce that is going on with his life.
Had he killed someone to be punished like this?
I'm an assassin…
Let me rephrase that.
What did he do to deserve such torture?
I'm an assassin…
I'm also an illusionist who deceives people using my flames…
…
"Join me..." Bel repeated once more, his legs giving up not even lasting 5 minutes long to support himself.
Fran sighed. Yes, he sighed.
"Surely you've gone mental, senpai." Without a word, Fran approached the fevered man and tried to wrestle him out of his clothing. Fran's face is redder than ever as lift Bel's shirt off him, trying his best despite of having one of his hands sprained. It was harder than the illusionist thought. Especially with his senpai also trying his best not to surrender his clothes because he doesn't feel like soaking himself naked at the almost ice cold water that filled the tub.
"No…"
"Senpai do you have to be stubborn? Or your fever dissolved the last piece of your brain left inside your head?" His senpai continued to struggle from his hold that it accidentally pushed his sprained hand earning a surprised mental gasp from Fran. And to add up to their mishaps, his senpai feel out of his balance and because Fran was holding to Bel's shirt and Bel was keeping the illusionist's hands away from his clothes they both stumbled sidewards, meeting the cold water at the tub.
"Great. Now we are both soaking wet." Fran fell atop of his senpai but he made sure not to lean on him even if it means using his sprained hand for support. He looked down at the figure before him. His senpai look peaceful even though his hair were wet and clinging to his skin, he—
Peaceful?
"Senpai please don't tell you've fallen asleep."
Okay he won't tell you.
Fran ignored his alter ego and removed his froghat. Why was he still wearing it anyways? Slowly he moved away from the tub and looked at his watch. Yes, he is wearing a watch. It is waterproof too. "A few minutes more senpai and we will need to get you up now."
The kouhai moved a hand to touch the man's forehead and check its temperature. When he felt that it cooled enough to his liking, he immediately grabbed a towel and help his senpai out if the tab. "Of all the time you could fall asleep, you really chose to do so at a bathtub nonetheless."
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His dilemma was back again. He needs to change the prince's clothes unless he wanted his senpai to die of pneumonia. Hey, that isn't bad.
His random thoughts never did help to lessen the red color painting his face at the moment. But he needs to act. He really needs to do it.
I do kill people for a living.
I managed to fool Vindice with my illusions.
I'm part of an elite assassination squad of the most powerful mafia in Italy.
I have a pineapple for a master.
How can I not change someone's clothes?
Taking a deep breath, he prepared his mind for what he is going to do next.
"I will make sure that senpai will not get away from defiling my innocent eyes," Fran said as he started his task for the time being, preparing the change of clothes for the prince and putting him back to bed.
(Random A/N: guys sorry to disappoint you but I really won't put details on this.. *looks away* uh.. unless I want this to turn into an M-rated fic *runs away* but I leave things on your imaginations! May it take care of the unwritten details.)
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A few painful minutes of his nanny jobs, Fran finally managed to put his senpai to bed and change his clothes. But still he himself is still on his wet clothing, the illusionist was just about to be back to his room for a change of clothes Bel's hand grabbed his, making him stop dead on his tracks.
"Don't leave…" The prince is facing towards his direction. Although his eyes are covered by his God awful bangs Fran is sure that the prince is looking straightly at him. The innocence on his voice is something that he couldn't refuse.
You are screwed, Fran.
'Hey you are me.'
Sure. I can also tell that you are mental.
Fearing for his sanity Fran stopped talking to himself. Looking back at the figure lying on the bed holding his hand in a soft grip. Bel's face is still slightly red because of fever but not as red as it was before, his chest heaved in a moderately fast pattern, which only equates to one thing.
Fran can't resist.
He sat back at the chair beside the bed and let his senpai hold his hand all night.
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Bel groaned as he slowly adjusted his eyes on the sunlight that escaped his curtains and now currently hitting his well-hidden eyes.
"What the hell happened to the prince?" He started mumbling and tried to get off the bed but a hand stopped him from doing so. Checking the owner of the hand, Bel saw a lump of green hair sleeping at the side of his bed. And Bel knew no one with green hair inside the Varia estate except from his favorite kouhai- Fran.
"Ushishishishi.. what is the peasant doing inside the prince's room this morning~" The prince was ready to grab his knife inside his pocket and give his kouhai a proper greeting only to find out that he was wearing a different clothing. Soft material, definitely not his Varia uniform.
The prince was starting to keep confused on what the hell is going on around him.
First, his uncute kouhai is sleeping at the side of his bed.
Second, he was wearing pajamas.
Third, there was towel and basin on the side of the bed.
Fourth, his body felt like he had done marathon for hours.
Looking around more, the prince noticed a thermometer beside the basin at the table. Then, before he knew it everything started clicking into place just like a puzzle being solved.
"Because I'm a prince~ Ushishishishishi…."
"Senpai is it your morning habit to talk to yourself during the mornings?" Fran had just woke up and rubbing his eyes to adjust to the light inside the room. The illusionist was having an almost dreamless sleep when he heard his senpai's creepy laugh. Fran thought that he was just dreaming, but as his senses adjusted he finally confirmed that it was really the prince currently sitting on his bed and looking around him. Maybe he was trying to know what just happened to him.
"Ushishshishishi… Good morning my uncute kouhai~"
"Creepy." Fran mumbled and left the room as fast as he could trying not to show off his reaction to his senpai's greeting. But before Fran could get out of the room he felt a pain at his back, when he looked at his senpai, he saw Bel holding his knives that God-knows-where was he hiding them.
"Ushishishishi… The prince forgot to say froggy… get ready for a date."
"With whom? With you? No thanks senpai. I think I prefer to rot in my room." Fran left the room.
The prince just sat there grinning as wide as usual as he tried to remember what exactlt happened before he slept. (Not that Bel is going to accept that he actually passed out right?)
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Okay.. I know that this chapter is shorter that how I planned it to be.. but first.. let's sort things out..
I can continue this if you wanted to by giving me reviews on the story.. haha.. Flames are not accepted.
Or I can stop this at one..
Well im just asking two things here.
BTW.. If I were to continue this.. the next things will be their cute little date. *wink wink*
And I want your idea about that guys! Onegaishimasu! *bows*
Fran: you…
Hira: I what?.. *smug look*
Fran: nevermind *mumbles* ill be asking boss some sort of special mission to assassinate you hira-chan..
Hira: oh sure.. I can have nappo-shishou kill you too. *grins*
Fran: … che. *disappears*