A Royal Summer Chapter Fifteen
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Some dance club in Italy...
"Hey, Bel," Fran whispered as the song changed, "Come closer."
Bel shyly inched a little closer, so that his body was brushing against Fran's. "I can't get much closer than this, Froggy," he muttered.
"These are the kinds of dances where we have to be, to use your words, 'closer than we are in bed,'" Fran stated, smirking at Bel's small giggle and blush. "Senpai," Fran murmured as he hugged Bel, moving them gently from side-to-side., "I'm ready to tell you about the future. About US."
Bel nodded, his head against the illusionist's chest.
"Where to begin," Fran sighed, "Well, I'll tell you what you look like, senpai, although I don't know whether our world and the other is... ah, nevermind. I'll just tell you... You grew your hair out long. You almost always have it in a ponytail- except for at night, of course... by the way, you're beautiful either way. You're a bit taller than me, but I'm catching up, and... ahh... you're very... hmm... the word... need the word... toned up? Somewhat. I mean to say, you're muscular. Not like Luss, of course, you don't have a watermelon implanted in your arm- like Luss- but you're muscular. In a handsome way. Yes- you're veryyy handsome."
Bel grinned against Fran's chest as he heard the kouhai's heartbeat increase slightly. Thinking about the prince must've excited Fran.
"Hehehe, ahh, what else... the tia- er, crown. You don't wear it anymore, but I know it's in your knives drawer. You can't hide that from me. Oh, we go out for dinner all the time. It's the nicest thing ever... just you and I, alone at a table... you ask, 'Hey, Fran, what would you like to have?' 'Ahh, I don't know...' 'Ushishi. Here, try this...' And your so mature... and... strong...," Fran trailed off, and looked back down at Bel, smiling sadly. "I'm sorry, senpai," he murmured, "I guess I'm feeling a tad homesick."
"I understand," Bel giggled, "Who would want to leave someone as cool as me, after all! Shishishi!"
Fran sighed, rolling his eyes, and hugged Bel closer. "No one," he answered, "No one could leave a man such as yourself. Because you're... you're a prince, senpai."
Bel smiled. "You too, Froggy."
Bel held Fran's hand, and leaned into the other as he walked, his head resting against the illusionist's arm. Fran was in deep thought, barely even noticing any surroundings other than his lover as his mind worked itself into a knot. 'No matter where I am, senpai's always on my mind in some aspect. As of right now, I'm contemplating why I love him so. To the point where I can't sit still, can't relax, when I'm away from him. It seems so immature, but I can't help it.' The older man glanced at the prince, wondering how he just happened to find his true love within so many people in the world. Why did Bel start flirting with him so soon anyway? As far as he knew, he'd passed out, and woken up sharing a bed with that certain blonde.
"Hey, Fran?" Bel whispered, lifting his head and looking at Fran.
"Hm?" the Mist hummed, glancing towards the prince.
"Thanks for teaching me how to dance. That was fun," Bel said, squeezing Fran's hand tightly. "I'll never forget this."
Fran smiled, holding Bel next to him and murmuring, "I hope not. I won't forget it, either..." Then, Fran stopped in his tracks, tears brimming in his eyes. The prince noticed right away.
"Froggy? What's wrong?"
'I won't be part of this Bel's future. Bel will have a different version of me. It'll still be me, so I should be happy, but...' Fran wiped at his eyes sadly, and murmured, "No worries, senpai, it's nothing."
Bel was clearly not convinced. He reached up and wiped Fran's tears away as more of them came. "I love you," he breathed, his eyebrows hunched in frustration and sadness at not being entrusted with his lover's sorrow.
"I love you too, senpai," Fran sighed, rubbing the prince's back. "You're my one and only."
"Come on," Bel murmured, tugging on the illusionist's arm. He couldn't stand to see his kouhai in such a state, but the only thing he could think to do was to get Fran moving again. "Let's go home, Fran."
"Yeah."
Ten years in the future...
Fran yawned, and rubbed at his eyes, before holding out his hand again. "Come on, Froggy," he muttered to himself in a deep, imitation-prince voice, "Don't be so weak."
Fran concentrated, then lit his Hell ring, letting himself be absorbed by the demonic aura. He grunted, going down on all fours, and waited for the small horns on his head to form, before stopped putting so much energy into the ring, and settled down. The meadow was dry and cool, and Fran didn't feel so safe outside of the base at night. Still, he wanted to train in a non-training room environment, and he was ready to take on anything that came at him, regardless of the fear. He scratched at the ground, dried up wild grass getting caught in his claws.
His tail swept over the ground, and Fran closed his eyes, focusing on his spirit. After deciding that it was safe, he clenched his fist and worked more energy into the ring, grunting as the already-rather-annoying extra weight on his head grew.
Fran stopped, finding that he'd barely be able to hold up his head if those horns got any bigger. Fran ran up to a tree, then started up it, hoping that he'd be able to make it back down once he was up. He climbed onto the top branch, and jumped slightly when he felt something on the back of his hand. He glanced at it, and blinked when he saw a wire. His mouth curled into a grin as he began following the cord along the branch, but he became confused again when he saw something like a camera on the edge of the brance, pointed towards the headquarters. Fran reached to pick up the camera, then stopped, suspecting it to have some sort of bomb inside it. He trembled slightly.
"What... is that...?" he whispered. The potential camera instantly turned to face him, and Fran, unable to contain his shock at that, pierced the device with his claws. He ignored the electric zap that hit him, and recoiled from the smoking object. A spark hit the end of the branch, and Fran backed up, anxiety welling up inside him. A small hiss of a noise, then a crackle, and the tip of the branch was alight with flame. Fran had no idea what to do, and, though his first instict was to jump, he was paralyzed by the thought of letting a fire destroy the area. He inched back into the trunk of the tree, his mind racing, as the flame began to eat up the branch. Leaves burned brightly, and quickly, before dancing to the ground in the form of ash. Fran shut his eyes tightly, trying to concentrate, but his thoughts seemed overpowered by the recurring word 'fire'.
The warmth of the flame was making him quiver with fear. It seemed so close, and climbing down was hardly a safe option. He felt like a cat, stuck in a tree. 'Am I going to die here?' he wondered, his snake-like eyes reopening.
No.
It wasn't going to happen. Fran had to live. He had to live, for Belphegor.
Fran opened his hand, and, without a second thought, closed both fists around the flame.
The pain of the fire was so intense, Fran didn't feel a thing. He closed his eyes tightly, then opened one.
His actions were futile.
-End Chapter
I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY! School stinks. Really. But it's up now, and it's a cliffy! I'm gonna haveta work hard to get the next one up soon...