A Royal Summer Chapter Three- NOWAIT! I MEANT 'SAN'
Ah, whatever. So is everyone hooked on reading this yet? I couldn't stop writing last night. I was hooked on WRITING it. I was doing alla spacing while eating dinner, but then the whole jetlag from my trip caught up to me... So yeah. At least I'm up two hours earlier than normal! Hehe...
Back in the usual time... don't... know what to call it...
Some forest...
POOF.
A lot of coughing was heard through the puff of green smoke, before it cleared, revealing a taller man, with the same teal hair, though it was a couple inches past his shoulders, and the same markings on the corners of his eyes. He was wearing a messy, battered frog hat, as well as a thin, loose t-shirt and black pants. He also had several rings on his hands, and the Hell ring proved it to be the Mist guardian of the Varia.
"Hurry! Kill him!" a few enemies shouted.
Fran looked around. "My, my, I'm completely surrounded," he realized, seeing all of the others, "Heh, would I have been able to handle this... ten years ago?"
He held out his hand, with the thumb touching his middle and ring fingers, then seemed to mutter a sort of enchantment under his breath. His hand began to turn black, and it suddenly turned into the head of a dragon that roared and sprouted wings, before flying off of Fran's arm and taking out the enemies quickly. Fran looked at his arm and chuckled when he had no hand, and looked back up, watching as his 'hand' finished the job. The dragon flew back over, and wrapped itself around Fran's arm, gradually turning back into a hand.
"Can't wait to see what Bel thinks about this," he laughed, before noticing the airbike that was next to a tree only a few meters away. "Ah, do I still remember how to ride these?" he wondered aloud, stepping over to the airbike and mounting it. He began to move forward, and, after confirming that he knew how to control it, he sped off.
Varia Hq
"But... that's impossible!" Bel said, "What does it mean?"
(I don't know! I NEVER hear a static noise on the other end of my telepathy. It's like there's an untangible barrier preventing me from reaching him!)
"So you're saying he's just... in a place with no signal?" Bel asked, uncertain.
(No, I mean a dimensional barrier, Belphegor! Dimensional!)
"What's that mean?"
(Like he's lost in time or space!)
"Silly Rokudo, Fran doesn't have a time machine OR a space shuttle," Bel giggled.
(This is SERIOUS!)
"Well, sorry."
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"The prince has to leave, so we'll talk later," Bel said, snapping his phone shut and hopping over to the door. He opened it, and was suprised to see a man who appeared to be in his thirties, but with the unforgettable teal hair and eye markings. "Wh-who...?" Bel asked, taking a step back.
"May I come in, senpai?" the man asked.
'Senpai?' Bel mentally repeated. He nodded silently, stepping aside so the strange, yet very familiar, man could enter.
"Ahh, it looks like this place was JUST rebuilt," the man breathed as he stepped in, before looking back to Bel and stepping closer. He smirked. "How about that? I'm taller than you," he chuckled, patting the Storm's head. "And you're still wearing that tiara, I see..."
"Who are you?" Bel asked, batting the only-slightly-taller man away from him. The man's smirk sofened to a smile.
"Who else calls you senpai?" he chuckled gently. Bel's eyes widened.
"There's no way... F-Fran...?" he questioned, taking a step back. The hat, the markings, was it really him after all? The man took a step closer.
"Yes, senpai, I'm Fran," he said in a soothing voice, softly caressing Bel's cheek. "Ahh, such soft, delicate skin. Ten years sure does make a difference," he whispered. Bel gulped at the touch, and took a couple deep breaths.
'There's no way that this touch belongs to Froggy...,' he thought, 'His fingers are too cold, and rough with calluses... and yet...'
The prince looked back up. The gaze that he was met with was most certainly Fran's.
"Froggy...," he breathed.
"Ahh, and you still call me a frog?" Fran sighed with a smile on his face, "Well, I can't say I missed that aspect of life."
RING-RING-RING-
"Uhh, P-prince the Ripper speaking?" Bel answered the phone, blushing and flustered from this version of Fran.
(We aren't done talking, Belphegor!)
"Rokudo... I'm busy," Bel mumbled, glancing back at Fran nervously. The man was looking around the Varia headquarters, chuckling to himself every now and then.
(Busy with what? Hm? What's more important than finding out what happened to Fran?)
"Oh, well... about... about that, shishishi," Bel laughed nervously as Fran looked back at him, smiling. "I don't think he's lost or harmed..."
(Really? Then what happened?)
Belphegor gulped again, about to try and explain everything, but Fran took the phone right out of his hand. "Master? Is that you?" he asked.
(What...? Who is this?)
"Ahh, my voice must be higher in this time," the man laughed, "Master, it's Fran. From ten years in the future."
There was a pause, in which shaky, excited breathing could be heard on the other line.
(T-ten... y-years...?)
"That's right."
Bel reached for his phone, but Fran grabbed his arm in a fast move, and the prince winced with the strength, trying to free himself.
(But how? Why?)
"I can't say why, Master... but myself from this time will tell you, when he returns to this world at the beginning of autumn."
"What?" Bel asked, "Are you saying YOU'LL be here for the rest of summer?"
The older man nodded, put his fingers to his lips, then indicated to the phone, releasing the prince's arm by doing so. Bel was momentarily stunned. A taller, STRONGER Fran... was going to be with him... for the rest of summer.
(So... how?)
"A reverse version of the Ten-Year Bazooka," Fran replied, "that we have in the future."
(I... see... Uhm... might I... ask... how I am? In the future.)
"Well, I can't talk to you about the future...," the man said quietly, "For your own safety."
(... I understand. Thank you, anyway, for explaining that much.)
"You're welcome, Master," Fran said, closing his eyes as he smiled. "Maybe I'll get the chance to see you during my stay here."
(Maybe so... K-kufufufufu...)
"Later, Master."
(G-goodbye, Fran.)
Fran snapped the phone shut and looked back at Belphegor. The prince was looking down, seemingly in the middle of a deep thought. "Senpai," Fran said quietly, embracing the Storm and placing his head on Bel's, after removing the 'crown'. "I love you."
Bel looked up, blushing, and mumbled, "I love you too, Fro-... Fran..." The older Fran chuckled once more, then released the prince from his embrace.
"You're adorable," he hummed, "I wish I'd come to this time sooner, my cute prince."
Bel's blush began to darken, and he looked away. "The prince doesn't like being called cute...," he said quietly. Fran laughed again, sending a chill up Bel's spine.
"Ah, senpai, just let me have my moment. It'll pass," he told the Storm, "Heh, look at this short hair... no ponytail..."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bel snapped, embarassed by this all-knowing sort of Fran.
"Ahh, I have to tell YOU a bit about the future... now don't I?" the Mist chuckled, "After all, we're lovers."
"VOI! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
"Oh, why hello, Captain Squalo," Fran greeted, bowing slightly.
Squalo blinked for a moment, confused, before he asked, "Bel... who is this?"
Bel looked down. "He's Fran," he answered. Fran wrapped an arm around the prince's shoulders.
"From ten years in the future," he added.
"Voi... how long have you been here?"
"I've been here since the end of the assignment of myself in this time. I finished the job for myself," Fran chuckled, "and I'll be here until the beginning of autumn."
"... Alright...," Squalo sighed, "I should be used to these freaky things happening."
Fran laughed again as Squalo walked away, and said, "Ah, he's barely any different. Maybe a bit louder in this time."
Bel took a moment to assess the situation. 'Okay, so this Fran has a couple years on me,' he thought, 'no matter. I'm still the prince, and he's still the frog. Even if... he's... a little... masculine... now...' The prince looked back up at Fran. He met the other's eyes and looked down again. 'I can't let him tease me. I need to act as I always do... which means...'
The prince looked back up at Fran, grinned, and-
STAB.
put a knife in his side.
To his suprise, Fran didn't scold him, or get irritated, or even laugh about how the prince was being cute. Instead, Fran just smiled. That was it. He smiled. It was a little creepy at first, but after a while, Bel found it to be comforting. Just being smiled at made Bel feel like he'd done something right. Fran took the handle of the knife and drew it out slowly. There was blood on the blade, something Bel had never witnessed before from Fran.
"Good job, senpai," the Mist praised, "I wasn't expecting that move."
-End Chapter
I... I can't even say anything... *heavy breathing* I'm so exhausted... because... THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN! hehe, I've gotta write some more of that!
Fran: Uhh, no. You have to write a chapter of The Prince and His Pet.
Me: ... Yeah... I should do that first...
Bel: Hey, hey, HEY! Why am I acting all flustered and blushing? That's Fran's job.
TYL Fran: It's because you're madly in love with me, and you can't stand it when I tease you.
TYL Mukuro: Someone hit my younger self for crying over the pineapple.
Me: *hits Mukuro*
Mukuro: BUT MY PINEAPPLE IS GONE!
Me: *hits him again*
Hibari: REVIEW IF YOU WANT A HAPPY ENDING WITH ME IN IT!
Me: Kyoya! Don't give stuff away!
TYL Bel: Are you going to flash into the training sessions every now and then?
Me: Yeah, after this chapter, I'll start including bits with you and younger Fran and the other TYL people.
Squalo: REVIEW OR BE CUT INTO A MILLION PIECES!
Me: Squalo...?