Fran was a curious boy by nature, so when he followed Mukuro into the biggest, nicest house he had ever entered in his seven years of life, he was in awe and wanted to venture around. Mukuro let him go, not patient enough to handle a kid like Fran just yet.
The meeting was being held upstairs in the Vongola Decimo's bedroom, as directed by the boy's mother - but to her, this was nothing more than a friendly gathering, bless her oblivious soul.
Mukuro climbed the stairs, not sure where Fran had ran off to, but he figured the kid would find him soon enough. He pushed open the door to the Decimo's bedroom, finding the Vongola and Varia gathered together - to his amusement, each association was gathered on one side of the room. Adding fuel to the fire, the illusionist sat in the middle of the room, showing his unwillingness to associate with the mafia.
"Now where would Kyouya be?" Mukuro smirked, noticing the skylark was absent.
"Did you honestly expect him to show?" Gokudera rolled his eyes. "He won't go anywhere there's a crowd - unless he wants to beat the shit out of someone."
"Kufufu~" Heterochromatic eyes glanced over at the Varia next, eying off their own Mist Guardian. "Viper."
"It's Mammon." The Arcobaleno was sitting on the Storm Guardian's shoulder, Fantasma floating over his head.
"Where's frog boy?" Said Storm Guardian questioned, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"I believe he's downstairs causing mayhem if it's Fran you're talking about." Mukuro's eyes shone with amusement. Just as he said this, the bedroom door opened once again and aforementioned boy wandered in, a stick of dango hanging out of his mouth.
"Hey, frog boy," Bel called out, a frown crossing his face as his obscured eyes fixed on the stick of dango the younger had - as self-centred as ever, he wanted it, despite having been given three earlier by Tsuna's mother. "Give that to the prince."
Fran's teal eyes wandered over to the blond. They lingered there for a few seconds before he pulled the sticky treat from his mouth and replied, not aware of the fact that what he was about to say had also been said in those 'dreams'. "You'll get even more fat if I do, though, stupid, fat, fake-prince."
Bel growled and stood up. "Stupid frog! The prince isn't fat! Give it to him!"
Squalo, who appeared to be in a bad mood already, slapped the Storm Guardian across the back of the head, snarling at him to shut up. Bel's attention turned to him next, leaving Fran to move back to the other illusionist.
"Where did you get that from, little one?" Mukuro asked with a soft voice.
Tiny digits, thick with baby fat, pointed to the bedroom door. "The kitchen lady gave it to me."
"Can I have some, please?" Mukuro's eyes were as soft as his voice, drawing the younger in - Fran may be nothing but a tool, but Mukuro always got what he wanted in the end.
The boy nodded and pulled one of the balls from the stick. He gave it to his mentor without hesitation, not minding sharing his food with the older male.
While the Varia argued and fought amongst themselves, the Vongola Decimo too scared to say anything to them lest they get involved in the very violent argument as well, Mukuro and Fran just sat together, snacking on the dango happily.
"Who are they?" Fran questioned the blue-haired teenager, pointing the now-empty stick at the Varia.
"Those are idiots, kufufu~" Mukuro pointed them out individually, telling the younger their names. "That's Xanxus, their boss. Don't get on his bad side or he'll shoot you. Squalo is their moronic second-in-command and always seems to be on his period. Lussuria is... Well, he's Lussuria. I have no words to describe him. Leviathan is their scapegoat and tends to stalk Xanxus. And Mammon is an Arcobaleno, and an illusionist like us."
"What about him?" Fran's finger pointed at Belphegor, his eyes full of curiosity.
"That's Belphegor." Mukuro smirked. "A real hot-head."
Fran was silent for a few seconds as he studied the blond. He could see the teenager seemed really annoyed with the others, holding the baby tightly in his arms as he yelled. He was curious though; something about the teenager felt familiar, as if he knew him from somewhere - but how could that be possible when he had barely been in this country for more than a few days?
"Master?" Fran looked up at Mukuro. "Master, they all look like a bunch of tooth decay fungi."
"Kufufu~ Is that so?" The teenager grabbed Fran by the forearm and tugged him forward, pushing him towards the Varia group. "Why don't you tell them that yourself?"
Fran shrugged at the illusionist before he approached the brawling males, his eyes emotionless as he surveyed them. He could see that Belphegor and Squalo were hitting each other while Xanxus glared evilly at them from where he sat on the Vongola Decimo's bed. Leviathan was standing next to him, watching the two scrabbling males with distaste while Lussuria continuously tried to pull them apart. Mammon just floated next to them, counting bills.
Fran reached out and, with a tiny hand, tugged on Squalo's long hair. He gasped in surprise as the silver-haired man tackled him to the ground, limp with fear - he didn't want to be involved in the fight; he had just wanted to tell them they were fungi.
"What do you want, you stupid little brat?" Squalo snarled.
Belphegor rammed into the Strategy Captain's side with all his force, knocking the man off Fran. He instead took Squalo's place, resting a knife against the boy's throat.
"Little frogs shouldn't be bothering princes~" Bel grinned in a twisted manner as he pressed the blade down hard enough to draw small streams of blood. "Frogs should go back to their ponds where they belong, shishishi~"
"B-bel, don't!" The brunet Vongola cried out, moving to the Varia Storm's side. He grabbed the back of Bel's black jacket, trying to pull the other away, but the blond wouldn't move.
"Get off him, shithead!" Squalo roared, picking the teenager up and throwing him across the room. "I'm not fucking cleaning that brat off the ground, dumbshit!"
Fran just stayed where he was, blinking up at the scene before him. What had just... happened...? "Did you save me, long-haired fungi?"
"The fuck did you just call me?" Squalo started on Fran next, only stopping when Tsuna moved in front of the boy, holding his arms out as if to shield the younger.
"L-let's not fight...!" Tsuna's heart raced, honestly afraid of the Varia, but knowing he couldn't let a little boy die if he were there to stop it.
Squalo stopped, only after hearing the familiar clicking of Xanxus getting ready to pull the trigger on his guns. He growled to himself as he moved back to his boss' side, wishing he could kill that kid - he remembered everything from the future, and Fran was no exception.
Mukuro just watched in amusement, his eyes glinting with excitement. He watched as Fran stumbled back to him with a dazed expression, failing to hold back his laughter; looks like everything had been worth it after all.
"The frog better watch out," Belphegor called from where he had been thrown, sitting on the ground as he felt a hand to his stomach where he had fallen on the blade of his knife. To the Varia's surprise, the Storm Guardian hadn't lost all control and flipped out - which was probably lucky, considering they weren't home in their mansion where they could cause as much damage as they needed in order to restrain their psychopathic blond. "The prince doesn't like you!"
Fran just blinked at the blond, flinching slightly when he felt Mukuro press cloth against the wound on his neck. "Why? I don't know you."
"Don't play dumb with me, you peasant!" Bel called, his mouth set in a frown. "The prince hates you for confusing him!"
"What?" Fran turned to look back at the blue-haired male with confused eyes. "I don't understand, Master."
"Belphegor, he doesn't understand," Mukuro called back. "He doesn't have the memories."
"Hmph!" Bel stood up, moving back to his own group. "Yeah, well - keep him away from the prince! The prince likes girls! He doesn't want some stupid frog trying to make him gay!"
"Shut it, faggot!" Squalo slapped Bel again when the younger was within reaching distance, only causing another argument.
"Fuck you!" Belphegor shouted back.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Squalo sneered.
Tsuna just looked at his guardians, sighing; it was going to be a long meeting.