Chapter 4 - Familiar Presence

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn is owned by Akira Amano. I'm just a dweeb that writes for fun.

It was almost dawn, Belphegor was lying on his armchair unmovingly, staring at Mireille, who was sleeping on HIS bed.

Mireille was snuggled up in his bed, deep in her sleep. Belphegor approached her and sat at the edge of the bed. He ran a hand through her silver locks and scowled slightly, "tch, ...who are you? Why does the Prince get the feeling that he have seen this face before?" He then took his hand back and walked out.

Hours later, the sun rose. Mireille woke up feeling rather lightheaded. She sat up and looked around. The Prince was not in sight. She stretched her arms and walked towards the window. Her gaze locked on the garden outside which gave her a rather familiar feeling. She shook her head, thinking that yesterday's events had made her mad. She then headed to the bathroom to wash up. Right after she washed up, she noticed a set of clothes laid on the side of the bed. Lying on top was a note saying, "Please wear this and when you're ready, Bel-chan will be waiting outside. Boss will be waiting at meeting room. Love, Lussuria."

Her brown orbs stared at the clothes. It was a standard uniform you would normally see mafiaoso wear, a black business suit that was befitting for her, as if he knew her size. Wearing a white collar shirt over her white dress and matching black skirt, she looked at the mirror to adjust her black tie before wearing the black suit. She picked up the black boots by the bed, wore it and made her way to the door.

Upon exiting, Belphegor was found standing in front of her. "Ushishishi~ you sure took your own sweet time, peasant." Belphegor grinned. Mireille decided to ignore every irritating remark by the self-proclaimed Prince and just kept her composure.

"Someone wants to see me right? Let's go on with it," Mireille said coldly which made Belphegor smirked. Belphegor then led her to the meeting room, "Don't get lost now…again~ Ushishishi~" . She twitched slightly at that remark.

Her eyes wandered off to the surroundings and were easily amazed by anything in sight. Even though Caelum had mansions yet they looked nothing like this. It must be the difference in family which made them different in style. It gives off a really different after all. The flooring and ceiling were astoundingly amazing and well, she had never seen the mansion the Ninth stayed in since she was raised in an underground building which looked like some subway…

Ah, enough about this. I need to make an impression on Xanxus. I don't want to get killed so soon. Ah, the way this conceited Prince looked right now really bugs me… I wonder what type of person Xanxus is. Furthermore I don't think he's going to just tell me how he is or how I should act in front of him. Ah, dilemma. Vanilla-sama…what should I do?

Her thoughts were driving her crazy, so she hurried after Belphegor, who was leaving her behind.

She grabbed one of Belphegor's sleeves when he turned the knob of the door to meeting room unknowingly. Behind a huge table, a man with a large scar on his left cheek sat on his chair with both his legs on the table. There was another man, the one who took Mireille's letter from her.

Belphegor walked in slowly, oblivious to the fact that she was actually nervous. The man with a large scar on his left cheek stared at the door and then at her as they entered the room. His glare was extremely vicious. His hair was black, buzzed cuts on both sides and was adorned with feathers and beads. He wore a similar uniform with Belphegor and the long-haired man that stood beside him. Only his was like a cape, together was a white dress shirt with a loosely knotted tie and black pants. His boots were almost like a pirate's. His glare was cryptic and reeks of death and his voice was serious and harsh, "Squalo, is this that trash you talked about? Looks like a good-for-nothing trash!"

Mireille flinched under his glare and her eyes hinted at fear.

Squalo, the long-haired man, approached Mireille and Belphegor and said, "The boss has decided! You are assigned to Belphegor's team, despite having different attributes... There was no other people who we could put you under... I would have but I have matters to deal with... the rest are just... " The sound of a gun shot. The bullet missed Squalo by an inch. "Vroiiiiiii, what was that for bastard boss?"

Xanxus's glare remained unfazed, "Keep it short, trash."

Squalo turned back at them and yelled, "You heard the boss! You are to help Belphegor with his missions. He seems to be too lax these days-" Before he could finished, Belphegor cut in, "Ushishishi~ the Prince can handle those silly missions fine. No need to bother helping him." Another gun shot. Belphegor forced a smile as Xanxus directed his glare at Belphegor. "No need to get that mad, Boss. As you wish, I'll let her join the team."

"Leave."

To think that even this maniac is obedient when it comes to the Boss. This man... I must not get on his bad side.

Mireille thought to her self as Belphegor and her walked out of the room.

Though I am not sure its loyalty or fear.

She shivered slightly as she watched the grin plastered on his face grew wider.

A Royal Promise.