A Royal Summer Chapter Thirteen

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"Ahh, it's so nice to see you've returned alive," Mammon murmured, his arms folded behind his head. Bel laughed over the fact that he was being mimicked, and plopped down on the couch next to the Arcobaleno, patting the space next to him for Fran. The illusionist laughed softly.

"Sorry, senpai. I have to talk to boss again. I'll be right there," he said, ruffling the prince's hair before walking away. Bel pouted and pulled out a knife, before flipping it casually in his hand.

"Stupid boss... hogging MY Froggy," he muttered.

"Chill, Bel," Mammon murmured, "Boss probably has to talk to Fran about that assignment. You know, Fran's a guy of the future, he should be able to take care of himself."

"Whatever...," Bel muttered, looking down. He giggled softly when he accidentally caught the blade. Blood trickled down his hand. "I don't care..."

Mammon's eyes widened slightly under his hood. He watched the blood drip onto the couch, waiting for Bel to release the blade, or even cringe. But instead, Bel gripped the knife harder, sighing, "Froggy..."

"Stop," Mammon murmured, "Bel, stop."

The prince stabbed a knife into the Arcobaleno's hat, and growled, "Stay out of this."

Mammon fell silent. He couldn't control Bel, and it was scary.

"Well, Fran, you've let us down today," Xanxus growled, his eyes closed, moving his wine glass so that the liquid swirled around inside it. "What should I say... you've made a mistake. Your younger self will have to take the fall for this. Since you really can't.

"Boss, please," Fran murmured, hanging his head. "I was being stupid. I thought that I was invincible. It's my greatest error, and I give you my sincere apologies. Please don't blame my younger self. He's going through some dangerous, grueling training up in my time."

"I don't give a damn, Fran, don't you see? The problem here is that you're weakening one of our strongest members," Xanxus said, opening his blood-red gaze to stare into Fran's. The Mist was clearly puzzled.

"Excuse me? I'm WEAKENING someone?" he repeated, drumming his fingers anxiously against the desk. "Who is it that I'm weakening?"

"Belphegor," Xanxus spat, standing up, setting his wine glass on the desk. He folded his arms. "It's come to my attention that by allowing you two to have this- ugh- LOVING relationship, you're growing weaker."

"What? No!" Fran said, standing as well. "Boss, you simply CAN'T. Love makes one stronger! Not weaker! You should know, because you have Squalo!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Xanxus shouted, throwing his wine glass against Fran's chest. It shattered, and Fran stumbled backwards. "I do NOT cause weakness. I make my subordinates stronger. Squalo and my relationship is different, because WE know how to fight for ourselves!"

"I can fight for myself, boss, I made a MISTAKE!" Fran stressed, rubbing his chest sorely. "You're being ridiculous!"

"Boss!" called a voice from behind the door, "Bel's in desperate need of Fran, please send him."

"... Think about it," Xanxus snarled, turning around. "Think about this issue. Now go."

Fran scowled and strutted to the door, then swung it open, walking past Mammon, still very agitated. He thought, 'What the hell is wrong with him? That power-obsessed bastard. I want to return to MY time, where Xanxus makes sense!'

The illusionist made way into the living room, and strode over to Bel. He knelt next to the Storm, taking note of the bandage around his arm, and hugged him. "What's the matter, senpai?" he asked in a gentle voice.

"Froggy, will the prince ever lose you?" Bel whispered.

"Of course not," Fran breathed, "don't talk nonsense..."

Bel hugged the kouhai back, and said, "Froggy, is boss mad?"

"Nah, he's just a bit frustrated with me. It's nothing," Fran replied, his eyes half-closed. "Senpai, I promise you. No matter what happens, I'll always be there for you. I'll never leave you alone. ... Did you hurt yourself?"

Bel nodded.

"Promise me you won't do it again."

"I won't."

Ten years in the future...

"Hi, senpai," Fran yawned, sitting down at the dinner table. "Master's a really good Master. Sometimes. He's a bit of a show-off."

"Yeah," Bel agreed, laughing a bit. "But you know, Fran, it's going to be worth it. You're gonna be a hero."

"Do I get to pose?" Fran asked. Bel grinned and shook his head.

"No Fran, no posing."

"Aww."

"Mou, this place is so filthy!" sighed someone, walking in. Fran tried to ignore the person, who he had identified instantly. The spiked, red, mohawk that had grown a bit longer, the long, now green and blue, braided bang that reached a little past his shoulders, the voice, this was without a doubt, Lussuria of the future. Fran had pictured this much. "Can't you all keep it clean for just a few days?"

"Nope," Bel laughed, "Sorry, Luss. We're a bunch of slobs. Is Levi back, too?"

"Mm... well, he's with boss. You know how he is."

"Yeah. We have Fran from the past here," the prince said, grinning. Lussuria smiled and walked over, then squealed.

"Oh, he is just the CUTEST!" he said, clasping his hands together. "Fran-chan, oh, please let me hug you?"

"Gross, no," Fran said, wincing. Bel laughed.

"Yeah, he's adorable," the blonde sighed, "Too bad we only have him 'til fall. I wish we could keep him forever."

"You have my older self, senpai, don't be greedy," Fran murmured, blushing lightly. Bel grinned.

"Yes, Fran."

"Such a refreshing face to come home to," Lussuria gushed, "I can't help wishing we could keep him as well. I mean, the Fran-chan of this time isn't NEARLY as cute as he used to be! My, the Bel-chan of the past is so lucky~!"

Bel laughed. "Yes. I'm the luckiest prince in the world to have Fran."

-End Chapter