Chapter 5 – Blood Memory

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

All around Mireille was hazy and dark. Her vision was a blur. Was she lost in her dream, again? She still had not figured out whether this was just a dream or a memory. She squinted her chocolate brown eyes as she looked onward. Her eye color would seem rather dull in normal basis but in the dark, there was a glow. The haze seemed to continue on in every direction. There was nothing in sight until she heard footsteps. Familiar yet alien footsteps, it was. Mireille's body begun to shook violently as the footsteps became clearer, as it became louder. Her breathing soon became uneven and she was panting and sweating. The shadow form of a person could be seen standing in front of her. Pain. She stared in horror at the shadow as her chest started to ache, terribly. Her hands reached for her chest and she felt something wet and hot. Looking down at her hands, a knife stabbed through her chest. There was blood on her hands and from the knife. Her dress was soaked through and through with blood oozing through the wound made by the knife. The shadow had stabbed her. Her brown orbs widened in horror. "It hurts, b—"

In a moment of panic, her eyes pried open, trying to escape the dream. A familiar scene. She was back, she has awoken, she had returned. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly till she calmed down. Till her body stop shaking in fear. She gripped her chest as she tried to remember the details she had seen in her dreams. There was person, a shadow. She could not remember the face but she clearly remembered being stabbed with a knife through her chest. The pain, the fear felt so real. Was it really a dream? She ran her fingers through her chest, for a moment there she thought she felt something. A scar. It felt like a wound one would get from being stabbed. Due to panic, she ran to the toilet and removed her dress. She looked at her reflection at the mirror. Staring at her chest, she tried finding for any traces of being stabbed. But to her dismay, there was nothing. Was she hallucinating?

She turned the tap on and splashed herself with icy cold water. She quickly reached for the tap to turn it off and returned to the room. She picked up the towel along the way and cleaned her face. Her eyes widened when she saw Belphegor lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. And then she remembered. She was in his room. She quickly grabbed the usual Varia uniform and wore it. She let out a sigh of relief when she was done. He must be asleep, she thought. She was about to turned away when she heard footsteps approaching her. Her heart skipped a beat when Belphegor appeared behind of her. She let out a small cry.

Belphegor stared down at her and hissed, "Blood." Mireille looked down and noticed her uniform soaked in blood. Her eyes widened, "This is…" She clutched her chest and noticed Belphegor holding a a bloodied knife. She looked at him and back at her hands in horror, "What did you..?" Her breathing rate increased as she watched her blood flowing. As she tried to catch her breath, she fell to her knees. Pain overwhelmed her as her visions grew blur. Images of dead bodies began filling her mind. The feeling was surreal; she could smell the blood, the pain and the fear. Those bodies, those faces, they were familiar. And then she started screaming.

Belphegor got to his knees and shook her, "Oi, what's the matter?" She was facing him, but her gaze were filled with terror. He scowled in frustration. He could not comprehend any of these. First, she woke up sweating with a face pale like ghost. Then she decided to bleed profusely, in front of him when all he wanted was to toy with her a bit. He was just going to get her to clean the knives he had used from his last mission. "Tch, what the hell? LUSSURIA! Do you hear me? Hurry and get your ass here!" He shouted at his phone once Lussuria picked up. "What's up with your tone? Is something wrong, Bel-chan? Where are you? Is that Mii-chan screaming?" Lussuria answered with a slight worried tone. "Hurry up. My room! She is being a pain!" He screamed the last sentence in frustration and ended the call. Her face grew white with fear. Belphegor proceeded to carry her but she resisted, "No…No…. Don't come near me!" Tears filled her eyes as she blacked out. "Brother, it hurts…."

The blood oozing from her chest was too unsettling for the Prince for the mere sight of blood excites him. One wrong move and he would had killed her on sight. Holding his knife up, Ah, the Prince can't stand it any longer. If only she would stop screaming. And then she did with her consciousness lost.

He caught her before she fell and carried her to bed. At that moment, Lussuria came running into his room, "Mii-chan! OH MY GOD! What is this? Bel-chan, did you do something?" "I wished," he replied in disgust. Lussuria quickly used his powers to stop the bleeding. He unbuttoned her shirt to inspect her wound, "…" Belphegor frowned, "Why isn't there a wound? She was practically howling in pain. Worse than hearing long-haired commander talk. Is she under an illusion? " "I do not know, I really don't, Bel-chan. All I know is that the pain was real and all that blood was hers. Bel-chan, I am going to speak to the Boss. Come with me."

Lussuria made his way out and was followed by Belphegor. Belphegor glanced at Mireille. She had a real peaceful look on her face. Even though she was in such a ugly state before. It felt like it never happened at all. Belphegor stared at the blood stain on his shirt, "She's cleaning this mess and …" There was blood on his hands and he licked them off, "What a disturbing yet distinct taste…" He licked his lips for the last time before disappearing from the room.

It was never meant to be remembered.