Ohayo, minna-san! Here's Chapter 1 of Seer of the Varia for you all.

And to all you reviewers: Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you! *does happy dance* Are any of you one of those writers, where if you get even one good review you're just on a kind of high for the rest of the day? I am!

To Emerald Lylythia:

One point I don't get: "he looked soft and gentle, but like a kitten, he had sharp claws and fang; just not a reason to use them yet." How can Bel know this?

Well, think of it this way. Bel's a trained assassin, ne? Well, if you're an assassin, you have to be good at seeing whether your opponent's any good, even if they look innocent. It's kinda like how Reborn reads minds—he reads your subconscious body language, getting a basic read on what you're thinking with that. As an assassin, I think Bel should be able to do the same; at least in my mind! Hope that clears up any confusion!

Anyways, on to the chapter!

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize, I do not own. No matter how much I want to…*sobs brokenly*

Final Word Count: 2,030

Chapter 1—Two Princes

Two years had passed since Harry, more commonly known as Kitty or Kitten, had been adopted by Belphegor, and became a prince in his own right. Two years since he and Belphegor had gone to the Varia HQ in Italy, introducing him to the rest of the Varia. (Squalo had flipped—he had hated Belphegor, and now Belphegor had a son; it was very amusing to watch)

Over the past two years, Harry had come to look very similar to Belphegor—long bangs covering most of most of his face, and a crown in his (very messy) hair. He had even gotten Belphegor's habit of saying 'Kaching' when irritated or angry. However, in general, Harry was his normal, odd self that had interested Belphegor that first day they met: soft and gentle, but with sharp claws and fangs that could be used at a moment's notice.

Of course, growing up with the Varia twisted his perspectives a bit, especially when they trained him. For instance, yells of "VOOOOIIII!" all the time, shooting almost anything that moved, throwing knives at anything that irritated him, food fights and explosions at mealtimes, etc. were, for him, normal. Absolutely normal.

His visions had become…easier to handle, to say the least. Instead of catching glimpses of all possible futures a person could have, he had managed to tame it to just dreams and occasional visions (with Mammon's help of course [he paid the greedy demon-child]). Naturally, he could access the visions and let it loose, but the consequences…well let's just say it wouldn't be pretty, ne?

But when they told him that he was going with them (Squalo and Belphegor) on an assassination mission, he surprised. What they didn't tell him, however, was worse than the time he (somehow) dyed Squalo's hair bright pink.

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Harry, Squalo, and Belphegor (from here on out he'll be called Bel), were on a plane to Washington D.C. Their objective was to kill some wealthy hotshot who thought he could order the Vongola around. So, being the 'dogs of the Vongola', they went to kill the arrogant ass.

If they could get there, that is.

"VOOOIII! Shut up, you phony prince!" that was Squalo. "Ushishishi~, I am a real prince, girly-haired shark! *Thunk*" Bel snapped, throwing one of his knives. "VOOOIII! I am not a girly-haired shark, phony prince!" and on it went. Bel provoking Squalo, Squalo retaliating and irritating Bel. It was rather funny (for Harry), and scary (for the other passengers and staff).

Finally, Harry moved between the two. "If you can't behave, then be quiet and let me sleep, Squalo-nii, Highness," he said disapprovingly, leaning back in his seat, his green eyes challenging. Finally, there was (some) peace. Harry's dream(s) disturbed him though. Splattered blood, shining a dull crimson in moonlight; a bloody knife, clattering to the ground (isn't-that-my-knife?); a silhouette, slumped against a wall, life-blood spilling out, and eyes glazed in death.

Harry jerked awake to a sopping wet bucket of water being dumped on him. (Where did they get a bucket?) "Ushishishi~, Kitty needs to get up, we've arrived." Harry stood, shaking himself out. His shirt, a purple and black striped one, was sopping wet, and his entire uniform was soaked. "Coming, Highness," Harry growled, grabbing his bag. He may have been a heavy sleeper when he was dreaming, but that did not mean that Bel could just soak him like that!

When they reached the place the man was supposed to be, Harry was rather startled. It looked like it was rich. Really, it just screamed "Here I am, come and rob me! I've got plenty of rich people in here!" (as I said, truly screwed up, ne?)

They had gone to the hotel, Bel and Squalo arguing the entire time, and changed. Instead of wearing the Varia uniform, they were wearing black suits with white ties. Harry was holding Bel's hand, playing the part of 'shy heir' perfectly. When they reached the casino the man was supposed to run, Bel tugged Harry along with him as he and Squalo separated. "Highness, what are we going to do?" Harry asked, head cocked to the side. "Ushishishi~, we are going to track down our target while the peasant makes a distraction, Kitty," Bel grinned. Harry was about to ask 'what do you mean, distraction?', when there was a (slight) explosion, yelling, and someone yelling "VOOOOIII!".

'Ah, that kind of distraction,' Harry thought, trying to keep up with Bel. They were running up stairs, when a guard stopped them. "You can't go—" suddenly, the man cut himself off, gurgling as a knife embedded itself in his throat. Harry gulped. This was the first time someone had actually died in front of him. Sure, Bel, Squalo, Levi-hentai, Luss-nii, and Xanxus all bragged about their kills (Mostly Bel, Squalo, Levi, and Lussuria), but this was…far more real. Scary. Harry let himself be dragged along when Bel spoke to him. "Ushishishi~, Kitty will have to kill if Kitty wishes to live~" Harry gulped, but pulled out one of his knives, a birthday present from Bel. More men rushed towards them, and Harry pushed his conscience to the back of his mind. 'That is the last thing I need right now, right now I need to survive!'

One of the men tried to grab Harry, but he stabbed him in the gut, and stamped on his shins. Turning, Harry slashed another one across the torso, who had tried to whack him over the back of the head. When they were all either incapacitated, he and Bel continued upstairs, heading for the hotel suite they knew would hold the man they were assigned to. Harry was spattered with blood, and trembling slightly. But, there was a certain…euphoria to it as well. He felt free; he felt giddy and slightly dizzy; there was a rush every time he spilled someone's blood—like he wanted to giggle and throw up at the same time. Of course, he felt guilty about it, but he felt so good as well. Was this how Bel felt when he killed?

Harry looked questioningly up at Bel, but they had reached their destination. Bel threw the door open, to see a man with only a robe on. And he was fat. Quite fat, actually. "Ushishishi~, the prince and his Kitten has come to kill you~" Bel sang, grinning wider than ever. Harry still had the adrenaline of the previous fights running through his veins, allowing him to see even more clearly than before. And Bel, in his usual, vicious way, began to play with the man. Cutting him, making him scream for mercy. As the full moon came out, Harry recognized the scene. Spattered blood, shining a dull crimson in moonlight. Bel gestured him over, holding the man down. "Ushishishi~, Kitty, come here~" Harry came closer, gripping his knife tightly. "Now~ You're going to kill this man~ make your bones~" Bel sang softly, petting Harry's head with his hand. Harry shivered, the euphoria dissipating. Kill? Him? Could he really?

But Bel was simply smiling in his insane way. "Ushishishi~ Kitty, the prince is waiting~" Tremulously, Harry raised the knife. He knew how, but knowing how and actually doing it were two, completely different, things. Harry gulped, and Bel released the man. The man tried to get to his feet, but Harry was already moving. Swiftly, he slashed the man's throat, before he could rise. The man gurgled, his life blood pumping from the jagged wound. Harry dropped the knife, shivering uncontrollably. A bloody knife clattering to the ground. The horror of what he had just done…he had killed a person. In cold blood. Bel laughed softly. "Ushishishi~ you did well, Kitten…" he picked up the knife, and placed it in Harry's hands. "Ushishishi~ always remember, this was your first time. It'll get easier, the prince knows it will~" Harry shuddered again, and looked at the knife, covered in blood. 'My dream was right,' he thought, looking at the man. A silhouette, life-blood spilling out, and eyes glazed over in death.

It was at that moment that Harry knew. Not only had he found his calling, assassination…but he would do anything—anything—to protect his family. The ones who held him up, praised him, scolded him…he would do anything for them. Anything.

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A month had passed since the assassination in Washington D.C.

Harry had trained with all of the Varia—yeah, all—and was getting stronger. He still felt guilty about killing people, but he wasn't afraid to do it. In fact, Squalo had showed him something he did if he felt guilty about something. "If I feel guilty about having someone's blood on my hands, I just go to the bathroom, and wash it off. Praying, all the while that they might forgive me"

Harry was quite enjoying himself, picking up more of Bel's, Squalo's, Lussuria's, Levi-hentai's, and Xanxus' habits. (He could now channel most of them with little to no effort—it was priceless to see their faces; being imitated by Bel's mini-me!)

At least, until Xanxus announced that they were going to Vongola Decimo's anniversary for his 'boss-hood'—and Harry was going with them. Joy. The Vongola mansion would most likely be destroyed within 24 hours. And you know what the killer was? Harry could just hear Lord Space whispering in his ear, "Have fun, Kitty,"

/end/

Omake time!

Squalo, poor, poor Squalo, stared at the child in front of him. The child look up at him, and giggled. "Shishi~, you're right, Highness. He does look like a girly-haired shark." Squalo twitched, glaring at Belphegor.

"VOOOOIIII! What the hell is a kid doing here, fake prince!" Belphegor grinned even wider, glaring (presumably of course—you can't see his eyes!) at Squalo. "Ushishishishishi~ the prince took his Kitty home, of course, peasant~ and I am a real prince, sharky!" he snapped, pulling out one of his knives. Squalo drew his sword. An all out battle began, with Harry, the poor, once innocent, now corrupted five year old boy, in the middle of it.

That day was never spoken of again—not unless you want Squalo to stab you and Belphegor to kill you that is. After all, Squalo did not want word of another prince to get out. One was enough—two would bring hell on earth; he knew it!

Of course, Xanxus wasn't very happy either, what with the destruction of half his mansion that day.

So, how was it? And thanks again to all who reviewed! *does happy dance*

Anyways, hopefully next chapter Harry will be meeting Tsuna-tachi, and (possibly) scare the living hell out of them. By the way, who do you think should go with Harry to Hogwarts? I'll work out the character ages for next chapter, so you can see, but I definitely want at least Tsuna to go with him. So, let's see, ne?

R & R please~!

Ja ne, minna-san!

~Happy Camper27