Disclaimer: Akira Amano made Katekyo Hitman REBORN!
Claimer: I own the plot and OCs; nothing more, nothing less.
Warnings: takes place before Gola Mosca; blood found in this chapter
Pairing: BelOC
The gunman goes into the bathroom once she content with the fact that the knife-thrower is unable to escape from her cloudy sticky substance keeping his arms attached to his body. She takes her time, not wanting to go back outside and possibly hear insults being spat at her because she restricted Prince the Ripper.
Aria comes out of the bathroom while scratching her head. She has a mini heart attack and gasps when a grinning blond is standing before her at the door. Belphegor grabs her arm and slams her against the wall beside the bathroom door. Aria's skull hits the wall roughly, making her head bounce. She cringes with pain.
"You might've gotten me if that stuff hardened immediately," Belphegor tells Aria.
The gunman clicks her tongue with disappointment. She has no idea how Prince the Ripper managed to get out of the substance made to restrain people. If he said that it should have hardened immediately, does that mean he was able to somehow use his knives and cut through the slime?
Prince the Ripper slips a knife out of his sleeve. It slightly slices into the pink and red line already on the gunman's neck. It cuts deeper than usual, and blood already starts to very slowly seep out and settle down on the silver knife. She grunts in response to the pain, grinding her teeth and bearing them at the Italian boy. Aria doesn't dare move because this knife-loving boy could decide to leave more marks somewhere she might not enjoy.
"Ushishishi, I told you I was warning you of what is to eventually come. Shishi~! You didn't seem to believe me when I said I would cut you. And we're not even done yet, shishishi~"
The gunman ends up kneeing Prince the Ripper's stomach. He stumbles back, clicking his tongue for falling for that again. The gunman lunges for her special gun that she left on her bed. She sees a silver flash and then she feels and sees the pain on her hand. Aria recoils her hand immediately, covering the new wound on her skin. She can feel some of the warm sticky blood begin to stain her hand.
"Ushishishi, did you actually think I would let you shoot me again?"
Aria turns to Belphegor immediately, but sees him jump forward. She tries to back up but he ends up knocking her down. Aria falls down roughly, her head bouncing as it hit the carpet. Belphegor stomps his knee onto her upper forearm so that one hand can't move very well and possibly get him off. Belphegor snatches Aria's other hand, the one with the cut on the palm. He undoes the bandages and Aria glares at him.
"You better not-"
The Italian girl doesn't have the chance to finish up her sentence. Her breath hitches in her throat before she can make another word as silver metal effortlessly digs into her skin and leaves a red line where there is already a closing-wound. The girl's shoulder stiffen as pain shoots up her arm, making her shiver and try to pull her hand out of Prince the Ripper's grip. She's unable to do much as he pulls her bleeding hand up to his face.
"Royalty never takes demands from peasants such as you. Shishi~"
Belphegor runs his tongue over the cut, pressing against the wound. Aria grunts and clenches her eyes shut as pain once again registers in her brain. She tries to tear her arm away, but Belphegor makes another cut a few inches below her wrist. Aria groans angrily and pulls harder, which causes Prince the Ripper to put a cut on her shoulder. Aria just wiggles as she groans again with the pain.
"Stop it and get off of me!"
"No."
Aria tries to wrench her hand from Belphegor's grip again. This time he puts a blood-stained knife against her other shoulder, so she immediately stops. Belphegor gives a long chuckle as the gunman finally comprehends what happens if she struggles. The side of her body that's been cut multiple times is shaking slightly. Belphegor pushes Aria's sleeve up, purposefully running the fabric over the cut a few inches below her wrist.
It leaves behind a trail of smeared blood running up her arm. This smear-trail almost looks like a paintbrush ran drying red paint over the girl's skin and the paint was coming from the slit on her arm. Belphegor holds Aria's arm up, stretching it out. He licks at the cut on her arm. Aria's cut hand clenches itself into a fist and trembles slightly and constantly as the pain of his tongue running over her cut makes her cringe.
This was the sweet face that Prince the Ripper wants to see. The earlier painful groans are the musical sounds that he wants to hear. The taste of her blood is what he wants to taste, although he's never taken in a peasant's blood before. Prince the Ripper feels giddy; his fingers are twitching with anticipation at the many possibilities he can utilize in order to explore the many sounds and faces the girl will make with varying levels of applied pain.
She's never hated him so much. So many scenes were playing through her head and each involved a very painful situation for Prince the Ripper. Her body feels hot with the flames of pure fury coursing through her. Her expelled blood feels like lava on her skin. She wants to wrap her fingers around his neck and watch the life be snuffed out of those eyes she has yet to see.
Why did I have to be so arrogant and leave my gun on the bed?
Maybe it's because Belphegor was put into an uncomfortable situation caused by her, and that made her feel happy because she let out some of her hate for him. It won't change the fact that she left her weapon on the bed, though. That's something she's paying for now.
"Now then, be a good little toy, alright? Ushishishi~"
Belphegor moves his knee from being jammed into Aria's other cut-free arm. He lets go of Aria's other arm and she immediately holds it to her body, rubbing the area around the cuts. Belphegor gets off of her with a large grin and licking up the blood that's around his lips. He chuckles as Aria glares at him. He can feel her mind's fingers trying to pluck his eyeballs out.
Belphegor grabs Aria's gun. He pulls at the hem of his pants and actually sticks her precious weapon down. The Prince shivers a bit with a laugh as the cold metal makes contact with his warm skin even though he feels so cold now that he's not taking warmth from the girl. The Prince continues to laugh since he views it as a great big game. Would the gunman have the guts to try to take her gun from his pants? She probably wouldn't do it.
Aria is sitting up, the only thing that she's able to do is glare daggers at The Prince. She could try to find the extra guns she keeps around hidden in the room, but Belphegor would know what she's up to and that would earn her another series of cuts. It's obvious he would be more than willing to give her more. She stands up and goes into the bathroom, bringing a change of clothes with her since Belphegor ruined what she's wearing now.
"I hate you."
"Shishi, I wonder why."
"Go ahead and wonder all you want. I swear to God I'm going to kill you."
"Ushishishi, good luck with that~!"
He obviously didn't believe her. That's his own fault.
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One bed is empty and with messy covers, obviously showing signs that the original person there is no longer present underneath the covers. In the other bed is what appears to be a very large mass of a lump with brown and blond hair poking out. It's easy to guess that this mass is two bodies close together. The brown hair stirs and then a feminine face, looking rather tired and confused, pokes out.
The left side of the lump moves. This feminine face turns a little. Almost instantly the sleepiness and confusion is wiped away to make way for pure fury. The other part of the mass decided that it would hug the warm body from behind because the warmth was something sought-after. It's like a constant fight to keep up a calm and collected façade which just so happens to have been broken down.
The assassin is fast. She sits up, and at the same time she yanks the shared pillow out from underneath the blond-haired head. She somehow manages to turn her body to face the boy gripping her even though she gets tangled a bit in the covers. The girl covers the other assassin's face with the pillow. The Italian girl further tangles up in the covers as she gets onto her knees to put her weight on the ends of the pillow where she's gripping it.
This is obviously the last straw.
Hands try to pry the pillow off. When resistance is futile in this category, the hands try to reach for a face or neck but the girl simply moves her head out of the way, now grinning. Finally, the hands grip her arms, digging nails into the soft skin. The Italian girl cringes but figures she'd prefer this pain over what will come if her murder attempt doesn't pull through.
The other body is trying to kick at the girl, but legs are caught under the covers. The assassin starts to laugh without knowing, a crazed and ecstatic look in her eyes. In a sift movement, a knife is stuck in her side. It reaches too far up and is rammed into her ribs, therefore only leaving a gash.
The girl immediately withdraws. The pillow is flung off and the blond boy sits up, looking furious. With the girl being tangled in the covers, when she tries to back up, she ends up fumbling around and falling off of the bed. She lands on the floor and on her shoulders roughly.
Aria grips her side. Belphegor manages to get out of the covers. He jumps onto the floor above Aria. He takes a handful of her hair and leans down to her face with a large grin filled with amused malice. She just scowls and cringes at the same time, but she can see the color of his eyes with his swept-away bangs because of the earlier struggle. She definitely sees gray, but then Belphegor's bangs fall back into place from his leaning down to her.
"Ushishishi, if I didn't keep knives with me all the time then you would've killed me. Shishi, you tried to kill me!"
"I told you to stay out of my bed," Aria spats.
This earns plenty of laughter from Prince the Ripper. The gunman managed to find another reason to attempt to kill him other than the real reason she wants him gone! What is the fountain made of that's producing the hate? Prince the Ripper couldn't find it out. When had he gotten so attached to his toy? Is it for this reason that he can't unravel? It's frustrating.
Belphegor puts his free hand against the cheek of the girl's face twisted with pain. Is there any possible way he could see this art-like feeling from her all the time? He definitely wants to as Prince the Ripper caresses the gunman's face. At the same time, Belphegor feels something near guilt for causing Aria such pain. If he keeps hurting her, won't he lose his favorite toy? The caressing isn't just for touching her pain, but to try to calm her down. How had she managed to turn him into such a contradiction?
"I was in the mood to cut you yesterday. Don't make me want to cut you today."
The gunman snarls in response.
"Now be a good toy and try not to kill me."
To further annoy Aria, Belphegor pecks her nose with a large smile.
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