Kuro-Kun: Wheeeeeee~ Sorry, I just had to make this. Bel being Fran's prince and all. Huehuehuehue. The inspiration I got? Well, My life. Huehuehuehue. As long as my feelings are strong, I'll be able to write this *^* I'm still thinking of the rating :s What are your guys thoughts? For now, I'll just keep it T. It might change in the Future Because of my perverted self

Disclaimer: Saki does not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Warning: B26 aka Bel x Fran

Large bruises with deep cuts scattered all over the lying boy's body from the activity experienced earlier on. The sight was simply horrid. Any man to just walk in there would think it was a dead body, freshly killed with a murder on the loose. Mass amounts of blood piled up next to the cold boys figure as his emotionless eyes gazed the ceiling. "You deserve this" The one who caused all this, scoffed before pulling on her jacket to and exiting the house to finally have some fresh air. The blood loss was too much, the child might've died by now.

It happened so quickly. Being beaten was one of the things he'd receive everyday. He was pretty much used to the pain now. But this, this seemed like an end to him. It seemed his mother actually intended to kill him this time.

Why? Why couldn't he escape all this? Was he too scared to? Was he afraid of the consequences?

More of the crimson liquid gathered up next to him. There were bruises literally everywhere. Arms, legs, chest, back, face, even his little package. Only his ankle seemed to be broken.

When would this madness end?

Fran never knew

It started five years ago, when Fran was nine. Mom and dad continuously argued all day and night. It seemed they weren't satisfied with each other. One day, his dad just suddenly ran off with another woman. It was rather surprising. Their dad didn't look like the type of guy to cheat, yet, he did.

That's when he discovered his fathers dead body in his room.

Once the news stroke to his mom, she took all her anger out on Fran, blaming it all on him. She went insane. In the previous beatings, she managed to break Fran's ribs.

Ever since the beating started, he forgot all about emotions. He forgot pain, happiness, sadness, anger, love, all that. This encouraged the mother to her activities Even more. Not seeing any emotion on her sons face fascinated her.

The child lay there for a few more minutes before getting up, ignoring the sharp headache and drowsiness. Everywhere stung like a mother, facial not changing.

He had to mend his terrible wounds.

He walked over to the living room and took out a first aid box he secretly kept under the sofa. Gingerly opening it, he spotted alcohol pads and took them out along with bandages. The wounds were really bad, if not treated, it would become infected which would expose him to more dangers.

Not that he cared or anything.

After aiding himself, he put the box back and stood up. In front of the mirror, he looked like shit. Now how'd he explain all this to the school?

Yeah, even with the horrible treatment, he was able to attend school, his favorite place. It was a place of freedom, away from the demon who confined him, beating away.

Nevermind the bullying, Fran still enjoyed being at at school. Especially the rooftop. That was his favorite place in the school. It was a place of calmness. Staring up at the clouds would be fun; seeing how freely they could run.

ah, he wanted to be free.

The clock chimed at twelve, signaling bed time before the demon returned. It had been an hour since she left. He already cleansed the blood off of him and swept the stained floor.

Swiftly, he climbed up the stairs to where his bedroom was. It was one door down to his mothers.

He opened the door to reveal his green room.

Everything was green. His bed, the walls, the lamp, the bookshelf, the nightstand, his bag- you get the point

Green was his favorite color.

The bed looked so inviting, without a question he jumped into the bed. The soft comfort hurt his back but soon after relaxed.

Sleeping was one of the things he liked. Sleeping was a great get away from reality. No pain no nothing. It was a shame he never got to dream

But this night was different.

"Froooggyy~" a voice which belonged to a young man followed by a little laughter, called out. Said boy perked up and searched for the owner of the voice only to behold the sight of darkness. "I'll be there very soon" it said again. No matter how much Fran tried, he couldn't find the source of the voice. It was a calm and soothing voice but in a creepy way. Just then, something came behind him and trapped him into a tight embrace. The teal headed male attempted to struggle out the sudden action but found himself enjoying it. "It's alright, I'll free you from your misery" it cooed. Fran stopped struggling and started hugging the figure back. It felt so soothing. "Shishishi, I lo-"

The sound of a beeping alarm clock woke him up from his peaceful slumber. By then, Fran completely forgot about his little dream he had.

It read 5:50 in red, bold letters. Yawning, he clicked the snooze button and quickly got out of bed feeling fresh.

Yes, he was a morning person And it was time for school~

Sighing, Fran walked over to his closet and slipped his school uniform on, considering he slept in only his boxers.

the uniform was a simple blue shirt with sleeves coming just above the elbow. It had a blue and red striped tie with black shorts. It fit his petite shape perfectly.

Once all ready, he descended down the stairs to the bathroom and then the kitchen for breakfast.

once done, he grabbed his bag and slipped on his shoes.

It was a nice weather out. Dark clouds covered the sun making it look darker and warm wind whirled by. Just the type of weather Fran admire. He liked the rain and getting drenched by it.

Casting his thoughts aside he walked in the middle of the road to school. It was a habit to walk there. No worries, hardly any car past by. Now back to school. It was a five minute walk. It wasn't far away.

Suddenly, there was a beeping behind him. The boy looked behind him to see a large truck speeding truck towards him.

Was it going to hit him?

No

Sorry for your disappointment.

Fran simply stepped to the sidewalk, being grazed by the passing truck. Not even a grunt or flinched emitted from him.

The wound lay on his arm next to the other ugly bruises. It wasn't as bad as last night, he paid no mind and walked on.

At least he was able to make up an excuse for the injuries given by his mother.

He finally reached school when it started raining. It was a shame to miss getting wet from the rain (Holy shit that sounds wrong)

It was quiet. Well, he was the first to enter school. It was only six after all and school begun at eight.

Fran walked up to his shoe locker and opened it only to see his indoor shoes to be covered with mud. Aha, oh the bullying. It was a good thing he kept extras in his bag in case something happened.

After the matter was settled and dealt with, he walked into class. Strangely, his home room teacher, Mr. Reborn, wasn't present.

At least he didn't have bullets through his head.

Fran's seat was way in the back of the room where he sat alone. Nobody wanted to sit with him. They all hated him for some reason.

From fourth grade up to ninth, he was constantly bullied. He never knew why- it didn't really bother him. He didn't care what people thought of him. They do what they do, none of his concern.

He slumped down on his desk with a sigh and gazed at the way away window to admire the dark clouds.

Time passed by and the room slowly filled, still no sign of their homes room teacher.

Finally, the bell rang and Mr. Reborn entered with a student following behind. A transfer student from Russia to be clear.

After the 'Stand Bow Sit' thing, Mr. Reborn finally introduced the waiting blond. "Good morning class. We have a transfer student from Russia. His name is Belphagor. Treat him kindly"

At the name, Fran looked up at the student only to see that he was staring at him.

Belphagor, eh?

Kuro-Kun: Done for today~ What do you guys think? Please leave a Review ;-; I know I should be updating my other stories but I had an urge to write this