A/N: Gahhhh! Sorry for not getting this up sooner, but I've been studying like crazy for an exam that was on Friday.

Thankies to everyone who read! I'm actually so happy that people are actually reading it (and like it) :D. I'd hug you all, but that might be kinda weird, so have a cookie, everyone! :P

Blueberryxn, cocoamilo, xXBloodyIllusionXx, and xxhelloharuxx – Thanks for reviewing! :).

xXBloodyIllusionXx – Yuh, I'll prob'ly have her realize someway through the story :P. And you too~

Cocoamilo – Keehee... I like creepy things D. And as far as I know, that's correct xP. And update is here! (Durrrr, Gale...)

xxhelloharuxx – I will, dun worry! xD. (I get the feeling that Daven and Tyra (dun think you know her) might bug me about it if I don't xD.)

I actually keep feeling like I'm getting the characters all wrong and OOC, so if you think there's anything I should change, please tell me! (Any sort of constructive criticism is welcomed as well, by the way~)

Oh, and btw, if you're disturbed by detailed descriptions of blood, please dun read on. 'Tis only a small amount for now, but... well, I have a twisted mind, 'kay? xD.

Chapter Four: An Entrance Examination (of Sorts)

"Vooooooooii! Why the fuck did you tie your girlfriend up in my bed?"

"Ushishishi... how many times must I tell you all; she isn't my girlfriend."

"Well, sempai, a prince should have a princess – but since you're a fake prince; of course you wouldn't know that."

You groggily blinked open your eyes, wondering where you were, and how the hell you'd gotten there. As your vision focused, you finally saw the three figures who were standing before you, the ones who'd been speaking.

"Good, you weren't killed by the illusion," Belphegor observed. You suppressed an urge to roll your eyes at the pointlessness of that statement. If you were dead, you'd be lying, still, cold, and probably bloody, in a gutter somewhere, not... wherever you were at the moment.

"If I was, I'd be one of those weak peasants you always seem to be complaining about. Trust me on that one thing, I'm not."

He snickered. "We'll see if that's true soon, won't we?"

You quickly realized that your hands had been roped together and tied to a bedpost. Your entire lower body, though, was still free to move, although it was hard to do anything more than roll around and awkwardly try to sit up.

"Well, I'm starting to see why someone would interpret this in the wrong way," you snorted, not at all fazed by your situation. It wasn't like this was the first time you'd woken up as a captive, and every other time, you'd managed to escape with relative ease.

You glanced at the silver-haired man beside Belphegor, who, from the sword that replaced one of his hands, was probably the master swordsman of the Varia, Superbi(*) Squalo. He was shooting Belphegor a death glare, which the prince was ignoring, just smiling in that wicked way of his.

"But anyone who did would be an idiot, because I'm not interested in women."

"What about men?" you couldn't help asking. After all, you'd heard rumours about a more-than-colleagues relationship between Belphegor and that teal-hair.

"I'm not gay. But I suppose you wouldn't know anything about that, peasant."

"Man, please don't tell me you actually believe what some of those people are saying. Though one wouldn't expect anything less than that from a fallen prince, I suppose." You were slightly confused, but guessed that he was actually talking about that so-called "relationship." Apparently, both of them were completely against the idea, which, for inexplicable reasons, cheered you up.

"What did you just call me?"

"A–Nothing, sempai." The young illusionist seemed to think better of repeating what he'd said, especially since Belphegor was now holding a few of his knives in his hand and looking thoughtfully at Fran.

"Ushishishi... That's what I thought."

Using only half of your attention to observe their exchange, you'd been struggling to free your hands. You had no idea what they were planning, but it seemed like a better idea to at least be able to defend yourself, no matter what the situation. Apparently, though, whoever had done the rope-tying was an expert at it.

Well, it wouldn't be fun if it weren't a challenge, you sighed to yourself with a small smile. And they are the Varia, after all. Even so, though, it was just plain frustrating, especially since someone had taken away your pendant. Now, if you had it, untying yourself would be easy enough, like killing off a child target, even. You found yourself wishing for a moment that the Varia weren't actually as smart as they were said and known to be. Of course, though, if they were, you wouldn't have wanted to be one of them in the first place.

After a rather awkward pause, Fran glanced up at the prince. "Sempai, aren't you going to tell your piano-string(**) princess what she's supposed to do?"

You imagined that Belphegor was probably shooting the boy a death glare through his bangs, but since you couldn't see his eyes, you couldn't be absolutely certain. Did he just hate the idea of being thought of as in a relationship with you that much? Of course, you couldn't really blame him; it pissed you off too.

Swish. Swish. Swish. No one else, not even Fran himself, reacted to the knives that suddenly flew through the air into the boy's back. He simply glanced up at Belphegor impassively. The scent of the blood that welled up from the wounds, though, was attractive, in that beautiful, metallic way that only blood could be. It sang to you, as if begging to be freed from the body of flesh that it was trapped in. It was almost torture, really, being unable to answer that plea.

In the deadpan that you'd already come to associate with him, the tealhead asked Belphegor, "Why do you have such odd-looking butter knives?"

You could almost swear that you could see a vein in the blond's throb as he tried to hide how irked he actually was. The drama, at the very least, helped distract you from that smell...

I need to get out of here before I go insane from it. Which seemed perfectly possible in the circumstance. But escape really did seem like an impossibility at the moment.

Not nearly soon enough, after a series of insults between the two, and then, intervention by the long-haired commander, Belphegor finally began to explain.

"This should be easy enough to understand. See, I'll just throw my knives at you there. And if you're still alive at the end, you're in."

A/N: (*)I've seen it as both Superbi and Superbia, and I have no idea which it actually is xD. I heard "Superbi" first, and I usually stick to first impressions (unless someone confirms with me that something else is the official), so... yeah :P.

(**)In case anyone doesn't get that, that's a reference to Reader OC's razor wires – Fran's calling them piano strings as an insult xD. Yes, I'm horrible at insults. I know.

Yes, a bedpost. No, that's not supposed to be kinky or anything. More just a case of tie-Reader-OC-up-to-the-first-thing-you-see. Really. STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!

BTW, yes, B26 fans, I am very against that pairing. As you can probably tell by Bel and Fran's attitudes towards... yeah :P. (,EVENBEL. *murdered.) Well, really, I'm just rather anti-yaoi and anti-romance in general. (THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU WRITING A BELxREADER?)(...I have no damn clue. Well, actually, Angelica, m'dear, this is for you! Now please stop trying to convert me! And Joyce, if you're reading this, that goes for you too...)

Oh, and one other thing. If you're waiting for the romance to come in, I suggest you choose another fanfic to read, 'cuz I'm the one who almost puked trying to write a mild kissing scene, and is known to most people as the most anti-romantic teenage girl they've ever come across. (And no, I'm not exaggerating. Unfortunately?) So even when the romance comes in, it'll prob'ly be almost all Bel and Reader OC going on killing sprees and the like. No, well, possibly some kissing, and definitely no... yeah. Possibly some suggestive themes, but that'd be all of it. Just a warning in advice from the girl who's obsessed with words like "massacre." There's a reason this is rated M for violence/gore and not smut and the like. Just saying~

So... please review and not kill me? Especially that second part? Because I'm really too young to die? :)