A/N: PrinceFroggie here~! Here's chapter three~! *dances around*

Warnings/Disclaimers: KHR does not belong to me. If it did, it'll probably be yaoi, and Kyoko won't even exist. -.-

"Baby, wake up."

He turned over, placing the pillow over his head to block that monotonous, yet sweet voice that was waking him up.

"Wake up, sleepy head! Alois doesn't want to eat if you're not there."

He groaned, blindly waving his hand around as if to shut that someone up.

"My dear, sexy prince. Please wake up~."

He felt someone sit on top of him and pull the pillow away, the sunlight streaming in from the windows forcing him to open his eyes. His vision was a bit blurry, but he was sure that...Fran was straddling him with his legs, the teal-haired man holding the pillow high over his head. As Bel's vision focused, he could see that Fran was wearing a green apron (with a frog design) over a...wait, he wasn't wearing anything underneath that apron. Bel sprang up due to shock, causing Fran to topple backwards and forcing them into a very awkward position. The prince felt his face heating up as Fran giggled and smiled up at him, the latter's arms snaking around his neck and pulling him closer.

What the fuck is happening, the prince thought as he felt the younger man's lips press onto his, their tongues wrapping around each other.

"Papan!"

Oh my God, he thought, Alois can't see this!

"Papapapapapan!"

"Hey, idiot. Wake up."

Bel was woken up by Fran and Alois' pillow attacks on him. His eyes shot open and quickly looked at Fran, checking to see if he wasn't wearing anything beneath an apron. Indeed, he was wearing one, but thankfully, with a shirt and a pair of jeans underneath. Bel sighed, running his hand through his hair. He refused to admit that he was having weird dreams about him and Fran.

"Finally, the fake prince is awake. Alois doesn't want to eat if you're not there. So hurry up."

Bel looked at Fran as he walked away. He was twirling a spatula in one hand as he headed for the stove. The prince could smell the sweet aroma of omelette filling their flat. Right then, he felt his stomach growl. He stood up and settled himself on the table, watching Fran as he placed a plate in front of him, a steaming omurice on it. As they settled onto the table, he finally noticed the presence of another man. The man was tall, and he had a case of heterochromia; his eyes were blue and red. His hair was a dark shade of blue, and he tied it into a low ponytail. Bel didn't fail to notice the tuft of hair that stuck up over the man's head, making him look like a pineapple. Bel looked at him, then he faced Fran, a shit-just-got-real expression on his face.

"Do you think I'm gay?"

Fran could only do so much to prevent himself from spitting out the water he was drinking. He gave Bel an incredulous look, trying to see if the prince was kidding. Bel's mouth was pressed into a thin line, looking utterly serious. Fran could feel a headache coming on as he heard his brother chuckle.

"Papan, what is gay?" Alois asked innocently.

"Wha-

"Kufufu, gay is when a man likes another ma-

"It means happy, Alois." Fran interjected, throwing Mukuro an icy glare.

"Oh...Then, Papan is gay! Awois, too! And maybe, Maman, too! Is Muku-tan gay, too?" Alois laughed.

Somehow, Bel didn't feel too happy about that declaration (he was totally ignoring Mukuro).

Unknown to Bel was Fran's emotional turmoil. The younger man was an expert in not showing emotion, and he was thankful for it, for if he wasn't an expert in that field, he wouldn't have been able to face Bel. That morning, he had woken up beside Bel. He was resting his head against the older man's shoulder, and they were holding each other's hand, their fingers entwined. Alois was sleeping on Bel's lap, an arm draped over him. Fran groaned inwardly. They were getting absorbed into this family thing too much. But that wasn't what disturbed him. What disturbed him was the frantic beating of his heart whenever he focused on their holding hands, or Bel's warm breath on his head, as the latter was resting his head against Fran's head. He could feel his face heating up. That was why he felt grateful and relieved when the doorbell rang. He quickly pulled his hand away from Bel's grasp and jumped up, ignoring the older man as he fell on the couch and groaned, still sleeping. Fran hurried to the door and opened it with a flourish, his relief from earlier quickly deflating. Standing before him, in a long black leather coat, his hair still a pineapple, and his smirking face still undeniably annoying, was Rokudo Mukuro, his stepbrother. Fran groaned.

"What are you doing here, Nappo-niisan?" Fran was preparing himself to slam the door on Mukuro's face.

"I wanted to check on my dear little brother."

"Well, I'm fine. Now go."

"Kufufu, don't be like that, my dear Franny."

Mukuro was faster than Fran. Before the latter could slam the door on his stepbrother's face like he was planning, Mukuro was already inside, taking off his coat and looking around the flat. His blue and red eyes finally rested on the two sleeping figures on the couch. He raised an eyebrow.

"Oya? I had no idea you swung that way-

"Nappo-niisan, I don't." Fran quietly shut the door and pushed past Mukuro, heading to the kitchen.

"Then who is that blondie over there? Rather, who are those blondies over there?" Mukuro asked, settling himself on the table and watching Fran as he slipped into an apron, getting ready to make breakfast.

"They are none of your concern."

"I believe they are, seeing as they are staying under my roof. Kufufu."

Fran ignored him as he prattled on about this flat being his, his trips around the world, his underground job (Fran groaned at this) and his adventures in bed with different women (Fran told him that he didn't need to know about it, but Mukuro turned a deaf ear). As he was finishing the omurice, he felt someone tugging at his pants. He looked down and saw Alois yawning, rubbing his eyes.

"Maman, who's that man?" He slurred, pointing his chubby little fingers at Mukuro.

"He's my evil brother, Mukuro."

"Kufufufu, I am not evil, little one." Mukuro chirped.

"Kufufufu? Can I caww you Muku-tan?" Alois asked.

"No-

"Yes, Alois. Call that sicko whatever you want." Fran said, ruffling the child's hair.

Mukuro glared at Fran before smiling at Alois, and continuing with his stories. Aside from being an expert in not showing his emotions, he was an expert in tuning out his brother's voice. As he finished their breakfast, he trotted over to Bel who was still sprawled on the couch, an annoying grin on his face.

What the hell is he dreaming about, Fran wondered.

He grabbed a pillow and proceeded to hit Bel repeatedly on the head. Alois followed him and grabbed his own pillow, hitting his Papan, as well.

Mukuro watched the scene before him unfold. As the blonde man sprang up and stared at Fran, an obvious blush on the visible part of his face, Mukuro smirked. His brother was so oblivious sometimes. He noticed another thing as well. Ordinarily, people might not notice it, but Mukuro was nowhere near ordinary. When the blonde stared at Fran, he noticed how his little brother tensed, his face turning the slightest shade of pink. He chuckled.

Kufufu, this is going to be a fun vacation for me, the pineapple-head thought.

Next day, somewhere in Japan...

"If that buffoon Rokudo Mukuro didn't pay me, I wouldn't even do this."

At some bus stop in Japan stood a petite, young man muttering to himself in an airy, feminine voice. He was wearing a dark leather hood that covered most of his face, but not enough to hide the triangle tattoos on his cheeks and his purple hair that framed his face. He shuddered as he read the message from Mukuro on his newly acquired phone.

Mammon-kun, will you do me a favour of $educing $omeone?)

He not your type, but I'll pay you big.

In ca$h.

Kufufu. I'm going to have a little fun with my brother.

-R.M.)

Mammon didn't mind doing the job (ever since he read the second and third line of that message). He loved money (he knew that Mukuro knew that, proven by his usage of the dollar sign to replace all the letter s), and that was all there is to it. One more thing he noticed in the message was why Mukuro even bothered to type kufufu, but that wasn't important, so Mammon brushed it off.

Maaan, this is, by far, the weirdest job I have ever taken, he thought as he boarded a bus headed for Tokyo.

A/N: Short chapter is short. Oya oya, what is our dear Nappo planning? *le gasp* Well, read and review~! Next chapter, I'll probably unveil Muku-chan's plan. Kufufufu~ Leave reviews if you want a quicker update! *rolls off*

Edit: Check out my deviantArt gallery for OHF artworks! So far, artworks of Alois and Fran are up! Go to my profile for the link, or just search shinigamigenin on dA (yes, that would be me; lame username, I know XD). There are other B26 artworks there, so...let your eyes feast upon them. XD