The first thing Fran said as he stepped into a large mansion not long after getting in the car with the long-haired man was, "What's my name?"

The man who had brought him here just sighed before he muttered a reply. "Fran…"

Teal eyes blinked innocently. "Oh… What's your name?"

"Squalo."

"That's a weird name – but it suits a weird guy," Fran pointed out.

"Voi!" Squalo growled, swinging his hand out as if he meant to slap the boy. "Still the same little shit as before, I see…"

"Can I go to bed now?" Fran questioned, a bored tone in his voice; it was almost as if the boy hadn't lost his memories. "Or will you try and rape me in my sleep?"

"Voi! Stupid brat!" Squalo shouted angrily. "You should be saying that to Luss!"

"Luss?" Fran blinked again. "Is this household full of freaks or something?"

"Why the fuck did I go back to look for you?" Squalo recalled the way he had found Fran hiding behind a rock, almost as if he were afraid of being found – but this brat was far from the timid teenager he had found earlier.

"Because I'm super awesome?" Fran guessed.

The silver-haired male snorted. "Like fuck you are, kid. And, no; you aren't going to bed until Luss checks you over."

"Is he a pervert?" Fran asked. "Will he molest me in my sleep?"

Squalo couldn't help but laugh at this question. "You know, you asked the same about Levi when you first came here."

Fran was curious as to who these people were, but he figured he'd find out soon enough.

With Squalo's support, the boy was able to limp up the long staircase, making a new world record for slowest stair climber in the Varia.

They stopped outside a closed door before Squalo knocked, receiving a high-pitched, "Who is it~?" in reply.

"It's Squalo," said man answered. "I've got the little shit with me."

There was a loud squeal on the other side of the door and, seconds later, it was flung open. A strange-looking man with a part of green hair and a red Mohawk wrapped his arms around the frail body before him, just glad their two youngest members had survived the accident.

"Goodness, Fran, you had us all worried~" Lussuria cried as he wiped a spot of blood from the boy's cheek. "When the nurses told us that they only found Bel in the car, we thought for sure the worst had happened! We were all so worried! Squalo drove out all the way just to see if he could find you!"

"My guess is he went through the windshield," Squalo added. "He's amnesiac, though. He didn't know who I or even himself was."

"Oh, my poor dear!" Lussuria tightened his hold on the boy, crushing Fran's face into his chest. "Poor thing! Let's go down to the infirmary, okay? Mama Luss will fix you up, honey."

Fran didn't speak; he was too busy wincing in pain as the overwhelming hug the man had in him felt as if his bones were crushing to dust.

"L-let go…" Fran moaned, pushing as best he could against the older male. "You're h-hurting me…"

Lussuria clicked his tongue as he released Fran. He looked over the boy's state, seeing the blood-stained, torn clothing that still adorned his body – it was clear that there were some serious injuries beneath the tatters, and he wanted to attend to them straight away lest an infection set in.

"Let's go," Lussuria said gently, grabbing Fran's hand.

Squalo watched as the two left the corridor, disappearing down the stairwell to the infirmary. He knew he should tell Belphegor that his partner had been found as the blond had been distressed about it earlier, so he made his way into the younger's bedroom.

Bel was lying in his bed, covered in bandages as he stared up at the roof. He turned towards the door at the sound of it opening, his face and neck hidden by white strips.

"Bel?" Squalo closed the door behind him. "We found Fran. The only issue is… He must have hit his head pretty hard, because… We believe he has amnesia."

Bel didn't reply to these words, the guilt for causing the accident eating at him. He should have known Fran would do something as stupid as jerking the car in front of a truck – he should have paid more attention to what he was doing instead of making the younger uncomfortable enough to feel the need to take control.

"…Why… wasn't he in the car…?" Bel asked quietly, his voice scratchy.

"I was looking at the wreckage," Squalo admitted. "He probably went through the windshield. Was he wearing his seatbelt?"

"…I don't… remember…" Bel admitted. "…I… I don't remember what… Only Froggy grabbing the wheel…"

"I hope you've learnt your lesson about driving so recklessly on cliffs, Bel," Squalo said. "You're both lucky to be alive – especially since the car caught on fire with you in it."

"I don't… remember that…"

"Yeah, I'm not surprised," the older male admitted. "Luss is tending to him now. You should get some sleep."

Bel nodded, rolling slowly onto his side.

Squalo left the room quietly, leaving Bel to rest. It really had been amazing the two hadn't been killed, Bel escaping with broken bones, gashes and burns – and from what he had noticed of Fran, cuts, broken bones and amnesia.

~~In the infirmary~~

Fran hissed as Lussuria slipped his thumb back into place, the joint having been dislocated. He stared in wonder at the peacock that was sitting by them peacefully, wondering why it was there.

"Ne, Lussuria?" Fran jerked his head at the peacock. "Why is that here?"

"He's on standby, hun," Lussuria explained as he tipped some ointment onto a cloth. "I'd rather treat your injuries like this while we're in no hurry."

Fran didn't understand what the other meant, but he didn't press the issue, feeling uncomfortable in this strange place.

"Can I go to sleep when you're done?" Fran asked, his teal eyes conveying how tired he was.

Lussuria frowned as he pondered over whether or not it would be a good idea – if the boy had a head injury he hadn't noticed… "I'd rather you stay up tonight, sweetie – just in case your head isn't as okay as I think. You can sleep tomorrow, okay? We don't want you falling into a coma or anything."

Fran didn't like to hear that he wasn't allowed to sleep, but he understood – his body had been battered enough as it is.

"…Luss…?"

"Yes?" Lussuria wiped the cloth over Fran's face, cleaning out the gashes he found.

"…What happened…? For me to forget everything, I mean."

"You were in a car accident, honey," Lussuria explained tenderly. "You might have seen what was left of the car. We only found out because some officers came here and told us they had pulled Bel out of a burning car. They didn't know there was another passenger because they hadn't found anyone else when they searched."

"…I…" Fran bit his lip as he looked at the ground. "…I woke up, and… I-I was scared… I hid… I didn't know…"

"It's okay, honey," Lussuria soothed. "It's not your fault. All that matters is you're back here with us."

"But I don't remember anything!" Fran frowned in frustration. "I don't… know any of you…"

"You do," Lussuria whispered, pulling Fran into a hug. "You just don't remember us. That's all."

"Lussuria, I…" Tears welled up in Fran's eyes, the confusion and anxiety he was feeling overwhelming him. "…I really want… to sleep…"

"Tomorrow, sweetie. I promise. Tomorrow. Want to help me bake a cake?"

"Who… who cooks a cake at…" Fran glanced at the clock sitting on a counter across from them, "…at three in the morning?"

Lussuria laughed, ruffling teal hair. "Mama Luss. That's who. Come on. We'll bake cookies, too."

Fran sighed as he stood up, putting his weight onto his right leg – it hurt too much to use his left, Lussuria had diagnosed it as being broken.

The flamboyant man wrapped his arm around Fran, supporting him as they walked out of the infirmary. He was careful to walk slow, taking his time for Fran and, when they entered the kitchen, placed a chair at the bench so that Fran could sit.

With firm instructions to work the dough for Lussuria and do nothing that would cause further harm to his body, Fran was silent as he sat where he was, so many thoughts running through his mind.

Who am I? Who are these people? What have I forgotten? Why was I in a car crash? What caused it? Who was in the car with me? Are they still alive? Did they die? …Will… Will they hurt me if I stay here…? Do I really know them, or… Or have they kidnapped me and lied to me…?

Unable to find an answer for any of his questions, Fran started crying, far too exhausted to be able to control his emotions.

Lussuria comforted him as best he could, but he knew that, sometimes, your best just isn't enough.