Chapter edited as of 16th April, 2016

Fran sat in class the next morning, staring absentmindedly out of the window as he watched the trees sway slightly with the breeze. He reflected back on when he had asked Chrome about what Mukuro had been doing in his room, but all the girl had said was that he would understand would he was older. The boy hadn't liked the answer very much; why wouldn't he understand now? What difference would a few years make anyway?

Maybe I should ask Mukuro when we get home. Fran lifted his hand to his mouth as he yawned and blinked sleep from his eyes. He ignored the teacher that rambled on at the front of the room and continued to stare out of the window as his thoughts headed in a different direction now. I wonder if Bel-senpai will be back today? I don't know why no one will let me play with him; I like Bel-senpai.

"Fran?"

The boy snapped back to reality at the mention of his name. He looked towards the front of the class, seeing the way the teacher glared in annoyance at him.

"It would be nice if you'd listen to what I'm saying," the black-haired man scolded.

Fran tensed instinctively, having heard that tone directed at him too many times in France. "…"

The man rolled his eyes before he continued with his talk, but Fran didn't want to listen; he wanted to go home, not wanting to stay another minute with someone who could so easily make him remember things he didn't want to. He was glad that he was excused from class after he asked to go to the bathroom, but he had no intention at all of going there; he thought that going to Mukuro's school and trying to find the teenager sounded much more appealing than staying somewhere he didn't want to be.

Once he had left the classroom, Fran moved to the hook he had left his bag hanging on and lifted his bag over his shoulder before he crept away from his classroom, no longer caring if he got into trouble; he hated it here, and he didn't quite understand why Mukuro and Chrome had brought him into this stupid place instead of letting him stay with them.

I wonder if I can stay with Mukuro at his school? Fran smiled at the thought, wanting to be with the teenager. I hope so. He's much more fun to be with.

Fran was quick to leave the school grounds so that he could run towards where he vaguely remembered Mukuro's school being.

I think I know where I'm going… Fran frowned. …I… think so… Maybe… I should go to Bel-senpai's school first… He might know where to go… Or Tsuna…

Nodding to himself, Fran retraced the path he had taken with the blond back to Namimori Middle, unaware of the situation he was about to put himself in.

~~Namimori Middle~~

Fran was glad that by the time he arrived at the middle school, he was just in time to catch the student he was looking for in the schoolyard, with his own bag over his shoulder as he, too, was about to leave despite classes still being in session. The boy run up to the blond and tugged at the striped shirt he had seen beneath the school uniform every time they had been together.

Belphegor looked down in surprise at the boy, having not expected for the younger to find him. "What are you doing here, Froggy?"

"I was looking for you," the boy replied honestly as he stared at Bel in curiosity.

Looking for me? Bel licked his lips before he knelt down so that he was eye-level with the younger. "What for?"

"I'm looking for Mukuro's school," Fran explained, "but I can't remember where to go. Can you help me find it?"

This is perfect~ This is the opportunity I've been waiting for~ "Of course, Froggy. But is it okay if we stop by my house, first? It's on the way and I won't take long."

"Okay." Fran lifted his arms into the air, hoping the blond would pick him up. He snuggled in close to the older male when his wishes were granted; Bel's arms were as warm as Mukuro's were. "Where do you live, Bel-senpai?"

"In a mansion." Bel sniffed at Fran's hair as he felt his groin twitch again; he found this kid so… so irresistible.

"Wow." Fran had never thought he'd meet someone who lived in such a big house; having lived in such a small home with his grandmother and then a motel room with Mukuro, he didn't think he'd even so much as see a big house in his lifetime. "Can you show me around, Bel-senpai?"

"Sure. Ushishishi~" Bel extended his tongue out just enough to graze the outer shell of the boy's ear as his thoughts run wild; the taste was far too intoxicating for him to handle and he was going crazy with need, ready to take him here and now.

The blond didn't know how much longer he'd be able to control himself; he was glad he didn't live very far away; it wouldn't do to assault the boy here where anyone could see, after all.

~~Afternoon~~

By the time Chrome and Mukuro arrived at Fran's school, they were both quick to notice that Fran wasn't waiting for them in his usual spot, and there was no sign of him anywhere else by the school.

"Where is he…?" Chrome whispered, not sure what to think; was the boy still in the building, or had something happened…?

"I will go and ask his teacher," Mukuro replied. "Wait out here in case he comes back."

Chrome nodded. She leant against the pillar Fran always waited on top of as she scanned the area nervously for the familiar head of teal hair; she really hoped the boy was okay and that the worst case scenario hadn't happened.

When Mukuro came back outside, Chrome's stomach instantly clenched with anxiety; the worried look on her friend's face was enough to tell her that something had happened, and she almost wasn't sure she wanted to know what; she didn't want to hear that Fran had gotten hurt because she was really so fond of the boy and didn't want anything to happen to him.

"Fran went missing this morning…" Mukuro spoke in a quiet, emotionless tone, and Chrome felt her heart race; oh, please let him be okay...

But somehow, Chrome had a feeling that it wouldn't be okay, and this in turn only made her more upset.

~~Fran~~

What had, at first, started out as a fun game Bel had asked to play with him quickly turned into one Fran felt uncomfortable with, and the further the 'game' progressed, the more scared he had become; he had enjoyed the touches Bel gave him at first but, when the touches turned into licks and licks turned into bites, the blood that the blond was drawing from him told him that this was no longer a game, and when he was forced out of his clothing and an agony he had never experienced before overwhelmed his frail body, he wished he had never left the school.

Now, as Fran lay in Bel's bed curled up in blankets stained in his own blood and other bodily fluids, unable to move or even cry any longer, he knew he should have listened to Mukuro; his guardian had tried to warn him but he hadn't listened and now he was paying the price for trusting someone he had been told not to.

Mukuro… Fran whimpered as he heard voices talking from outside the door. …Mukuro, I'm scared… I'm sorry I didn't listen to you… I'm so scared…

The door opened and revealed a dark-haired man with scars all over his face looking straight at the boy. Fran only had to take one look at him before Fran knew he was in trouble, and the deadly aura that resonated from him was enough to bring a fresh wave of tears down the child's cheeks. Bel stood behind the man and held a triumphant smirk on his face, as if he believed himself to have done a most excellent job.

The man's red eyes scrutinised Fran before he licked his lips and turned to face Bel. He extended a hand and patted blond hair as if he were praising a puppy. "Was it nice and hard, Bel? Break him in, just like we broke you in."

Bel nodded eagerly. He extended his hand to unzip the man's pants as he knelt before the other. Fran watched in horror as the blond's head bobbed up and down and wet smacking sounds filled the air, but he couldn't look away, no matter how hard he was trying to.

Mukuro… Come save me… Please…