Chapter 5 – A Royal Promise

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

A/N : LadyPri5 ~ Update~ Hopefully, I work faster.

Few weeks has passed since the meeting with Xanxus. Mireille was finally getting accustomed with life in Varia. She had got to know the rest of the Varia Officers fine. She found Mammon and Levi to be rather amusing. Lussuria was like a big sister to her. Well, that was what he said he was. Even though, she did not remember having a sister before. This could be it then. It was a refreshing feeling. People in Varia are rather straight-forward and don't hide their true intentions. They would tell you straight on what they intended to do. Even if there were still some things shrouded in mist, she figured she had liked them anyways. Following Belphegor on missions, she guessed he was really a genius. Despite his demented personality, he was really into his mission. Lussuria said Belphegor had a pair of loyal eyes. Mireille hoped to see them some days, if the Prince becomes nicer to her, that is.

It was a quiet afternoon in the Varia Headquarters after all the members of Varia left for their missions. All except Belphegor, who was left behind to babysit the newcomer, or so they said. Slouching against the sofa, he eyes the newcomer. She lay peacefully on his bed, turning to her sides once in awhile. The Prince scowled. It was his bed, after all, and yet he was not allowed anywhere near it. "Stupid long-haired commander," he muttered under his breath as he watched her enjoying the softness of his bed.

Just then, she turned again, this time she faced him. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, meeting his stare. Sitting upright on the bed, she stretched her arms and rubbed her eyes wearily. The Prince's attention was still locked onto her. His face unreadable but his scowl deepened. She then stopped and stared blankly back at the scowling Prince. He stopped. Somehow, he felt something irritably familiar about her. He could not stand it any longer. He took his knives out and threw them at Mireille, while cursing under his breath.

Mireille barely missed the knives by an inch. Or perhaps the Prince did not intend to hurt her in the first place. It caught her off guard, actually. She had never thought of anyone here as an enemy, after all. That was always her weakness, to let her guard down with people she knew. Never trust a hitman working for another family; she was always being reminded of that. She shot a glare at Belphegor, who in turn smirked; satisfied he had finally gotten her attention. A glare or two always made the Prince feel better. He loved being hated on.

"What was that for? Are you angry that I'm using your bed? Fine, I'll leave," Mireille said, as she got off his bed and approached the door. Turning the knob, Belphegor was standing beside her now, grabbing her wrist, "Who said you could leave?" Mireille twitched, "Who says I can't?" She looked at him straight in the eye.

"Tch," He muttered under his breath. He felt extremely annoyed now. No matter what she did, it would attract his attention with or without his consent. Like as if there was someone controlling him. Even her current annoyed look felt almost attractive to the Prince. He could not keep his eyes off her, why was this toy so different from the rest? "I'm still waiting for an answer, and please let go of my wrist," Mireille added, when Belphegor did not reply her.

Salient; she has a salient character.

"…" Belphegor looked away, his head hung low as a headache made its way in. "Cat got your tongue?" Mireille asked, wondering what would make the Prince not make his comeback. "…Is something wrong? You don't look so good." Her face changed to a worried expression. He grimaced at the change of her expression. He pushed her aside and walked out of the room. "Mind your own business, peasant."

Mireille blinked and sighed, "I will never understand him…or any of them." Her hand reached for her necklace. She glanced down at her necklace. "Forget about it." She walked towards the window and looked out at the sky, thinking about the dreams she had ever since she came here. Sometimes, it was just her alone in a huge garden, sometimes of a boy her age. Last night, it was a dream of a certain promise. Though it was merely glimpses of the boy, she was sure the promise was made with him. Perhaps, these dreams are telling her of her past. Or maybe a warning, she did not know.

It was of the same mansion she saw in her first dream. The young boy was reluctant with her leaving; her younger self leaving. He grabbed her wrist, trying to prevent her from leaving; now, wasn't that familiar? She smiled weakly and pulled away. She said something but Mireille could not hear a word. Then, she walked away from the boy. The boy opened his mouth and shouted something. Again, she heard nothing. Then blank. Her surroundings was complete darkness.

You must return to me; for you are mine. You must return and come for me; or I shall find you and never let you leave. Ever.

I promise.

Mireille found herself to be lying on the bed. She had woken up.

Clutching the necklace close to her chest, she wondered what her dreams meant. Slightly, her heart ached. Will the time where truth reveals itself come? Mireille sighed for the second time of the day. Why did she ever lose her memory in the first place? Letting the necklace go, she smiled weakly, "Only time will tell … right?"