Disclaimer: It was a sad sad day when I realized I didn't own Reborn D:

ISFP: So Bel/Fran is probably my OTP. I love these two so much. Right now Fran and Bel are out of character, there is a reason for that, and if you read you'll seeee. Lussuria will maybe be forever out of character, because honestly I have no idea how to write him. Especially when he's the mastermind.

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_Prologue_

The fire blazed behind the two assassins. Belphegor's mink during its destruction of the enemies had also brought half of the forest to its demise. It was nearly three in the morning now, and the tall trees concealed the moon. The roaring flames were their only light. Neither seemed particularly concerned that the fire would soon be pressing at their heels, and continued to jump from branch to branch. It was just another day.

"Moron-Senpai is going to burn down the forest one of these days." Fran commented in his monotonous voice. He brought up the rear while Bel led. It was half because as an illusionist, if things got heated, he would have a better chance of solving it than Prince the Ripper with his knives and wires.

Fran thought he should get a medal when he realized how self-sacrificing this position could be. If sparks were to fly, they'd catch on his over-sized hat, and bring him down into the sea of fire below.

"Ushishishi, Froggy is just jealous of the Prince's power."

"But Senpai you're a fake-prince." Fran retorted only to have a knife thrown at him skillfully.

Bel turned his head to see if he was able to puncture the Kouhai. But yet again, Fran failed to bleed. Frustration arouse, when he effortlessly picked the knife out of his arm (while in mid-jump) and threw it onto the forest floor.

"Ugly Toad." Five more were thrown. Not only had he been stuck on a midnight mission, he had also been assigned (like usual) with the Frog. Now the Prince was vaguely aware that the Kouhai had little to do with the fire, but as heat crawled up his neck and started to draw a sweat, he had decided it was indeed the other's fault.

"Bel-Senpai. Please don't throw knives at me or else I'll have to complain to Long-Haired Captain." He whined as he picked the fourth one out of his hat.

Fran had become fairly aware by now that his sole identity in the Prince's eyes was the prime object for target practice.

"Ushishi, good. Princes shouldn't have to work with peasants."

They could vaguely see the Varia headquarters ahead. Lights were still left on, by either Lussuria or Levi, and the castle-like shape was distinct even through the leaves and smoke.

"Peasants shouldn't have to work with arrogant fake-princes." Fran managed to dodge the next one and it was sent flying through the trees.

As the foliage grew sparse, they were able to slow down a little to a more relaxed pace as the fire began to cease.

"Ushishi. I bet Un-Cute Kouhai secretly likes working with the Prince."

The clearing was becoming closer and closer. The headquarters was less than ten feet away, just enough time for Fran to slip in this next sentence.

"..and what if I do." It wasn't even a question. He said it as if it were a factual statement of your everyday knowledge.

Bel leaped down from the last branch and onto the flat ground leading to their castle. His smile fell when a minute passed without Fran responding.

"Don't say weird things, Frog." General confusion was something the Prince rarely experienced, but what Frog had said was odd. Bel could read people like a deck of cards. He had picked up on the skill for one particular reason, despite being a genius of course. He enjoyed killing people. So if he was able to understand people to the extent where he could find the soonest possible moment to spill their blood-then yes he thought of it as a valuable skill.

Fran leaped down from his own branch to Bel's level. His hat sat lopsided on his head, and he straightened it out before walking nonchalantly forwards past his Senpai.

"Maybe Frog likes the Fake-Prince." The inflection on the word inspired a separate meaning. Once again, like he was stating as something as simple as the weather, he said it. No emotion in his voice, but still it lacked the sarcastic-twang.

"Huh? I said stop being weird Ugly Kouhai." Three knives were thrown into Fran's large hat, and a forth into his left leg.

The headquarters was made of brick stones. It had three floors and a small tower in the west wing. The door was a clunky wooden thing that resembled something from the middle ages. A large latch was used as an outside lock. It ran across the middle and connected with its end counterpart on the other side.

Before opening, Fran turned back to Bel, "Ah Idiot-Senpai can't understand." He let out an overly dramatic sigh, held up his hands in a comically defeated way, and yawned, "Too bad."

Fran pressed his ring into the slot on the lock. With a twist, and his flames, the door sprung open as it did for ever member of the Varia. He slipped inside and disappeared from Bel's vision as he yelled, "Hey Frog!"

The un-cute Kouhai had a tendency to act like nothing mattered. Bel knew this. Bel also knew that the two of them were total and complete enemies. That's the way their constant partnership worked; they hated each other. So as the Prince tossed and turned in his king sized bed, he tried to figure these things out.

The Frog had already retired to his locked room before he could catch him. Was he doing this on purpose? Just to screw with Bel? That was a possibility. But usually the Kouhai would just rely on quick jabs and effective insults, rather than something so confusing.

It could be a practical joke.

But still, the Froggy's were usually 'anonymous' and cheap with little overall thought involved.

Maybe he meant it in a friendship sort of way.

Bel shivered. Him and the Toad friends? That was not possible. Seeing as how both of them weren't compatible with people to begin with, that could be almost, almost ruled out.

Then there was the last one.

Like? What was that supposed to mean? The Prince tried to push the theory out of his mind. Big Sis-Lus and the Prince had this conversation once, when a few months after he joined Varia. A rather unwelcoming memory accompanied by another just awkward one.

"Where are Boss and Loud Captain?" An eleven-year old Belphegor yawned sleepily as he exited his room, and padded into the kitchen.

Lussuria sat at the counter on the far stool. His face blanached at the question, and his answer had a stutter.

"W-well they-y're just tired from a mission."

Bel threw one of his uniquely shaped knives whizzing past Lussuria. It clipped off a lock of his neon green hair, and stuck into the wall behind him.

"You're lying." Bel crossed his arms impatiently and huffed. Lussuria knew it wasn't his fault. Bel had joined the Varia when he was at such a young age that love was the most deadly sickness one could catch. And growing up as a cold-blooded assassin, there was really no time for those kinds of discussions.

"Well you see Boss and Squalo-Chan likeeach other." Lussuria emphasized. In times like this he really proved himself as the 'nanny' of the household.

Bel narrowed his eyes hidden by long bangs, "No they don't. Boss and Squalo are rivals"

Lussuria sighed…this conversation was really heading in that direction huh?

And so began the horribly uncomfortable (scarring moment of Bel's childhood) explanation between the differences in like and like, and what people do when they like each other.

Bel felt like vomiting when he thought of the fact that the un-cute Kouhai may have just confessed to him, and that by confessing to him he wanted to do the things Lus had said. But maybe he was just thinking about this too hard. He'd find Frog in the morning and threaten him into explaining himself.

Placing his silver crown on the nightstand next to him, he finally fell asleep.

_Morning_

Bel sat on the black leather couch fuming with frustration. The platform television screen across from him was shut off, and in fact the house was rather quiet. The living room and the kitchen had been combined into one very large room. With all the ruthless fights that occurred here, walls often got taken out in the process, so the less the better.

He threw knives at the dart board across from him. He was waiting for Frog to come downstairs, and his plan was simple. Throw a knife at his leg, in which he would fall to the ground, and be in a position where he would have to explain himself or the Prince would kill him.

Seemed reasonable right?

He heard the footsteps of Levi in the kitchen. Surprisingly the only one who could cook in the Varia was him. Since they usually didn't have 'organized' meals there were rare times when they were all at the house ready to eat at the same time.

But in those rare moments, Levi was bullied into cooking.

He would wait another five minutes for the Kouhai before going out to find him on his own.

Ten seconds had passed, and Bel had already had enough. Princes do not wait for anyone. To the right of the room there was a staircase to the second level of the castle. With no railing, there was about fourteen steep stairs that led up to a narrow hallway.

Lussuria was heading down, as soon as Bel wanted to go up.

"Where's Frog?" He asked from the base of the stairs. Lussuria paused in thought on about the twelfth.

He placed a finger to his high-boned cheek in a thinking posture. "Hmmm I think he left early to go train with Mukuro."

Shit.

Of course he would choose this day to go train with the Pineapple. He couldn't exactly go hunt them down. Even if he could manage to detect their location, they were probably fighting in layers of layers of illusions. Not something the Prince felt like dealing with.

"Is something wrong Bel-Chan?"

If Lussuria would have any secret talent it would be radar for all homosexual related problems. Because Lussuria was well…the one who would know best. He also probably wouldn't let this go either. No matter how much the Prince could laugh or be violent, a subject like this Big Sis-Lus would not abandon.

Bel didn't answer and tried to push past muttering something to himself, "Nothing. Just something about the mission yesterday." His usual smile had been hardly present on his face all morning. After he got down to the bottom of this, he would kill the Toad for starting this whole ordeal in the first place.

"O~ooh so did you figure it out? Poor Fran-Chan, he was probably planning that I'd find you first."

Wait a second. Did this mean the Gaylord knew about this before Bel did? Bel thought this concerned the Prince more than anyone else. And since when did Kouhai and Lussuria start talking to each other? Usually Ugly Kouhai would just insult him, like everyone else and go on his way.

"Ushishishi." Bel clutched a knife in his hand and his grin was anything but humorous, "You should tell the Prince."

Lussuria readjusted his red-rimmed boxy sunglasses. About half an hour later Belphegor would have a lot of his current troubling predicaments cleared up. And well, Lussuria could explain everything to the best of his abilities, but he was still in the process of what he would do about the aftermath.

_-Chapter 1-_

There was one thing Fran really disliked about Mukuro. With his sixth sense or whatever, pineapple-telepathy, he could tell when something was causing Fran to be in a bad mood. He couldn't even begin to fathom how he did this, because his face, body, and all things that could reveal emotions-remained in a constant state of boredom.

When Mukuro did pick up on this bad mood, he would train Fran twice as hard. 'Tough love' he supposed. Whatever.

Stupid was what it really was.

Fran didn't think of it as a confession. He was just vaguely mentioning a new development that had been involved with his feelings for False-Prince. He dealt with how Lussuria advised. It was just a little thing Bel-Senpai could keep in the back of his mind. Not like it really mattered. Maybe there was another positive side to it. This could cause Bel-Senpai to lay off torturing him for a while.

When he had had that discussion with Lussuria about it (you don't want to know how it came up), Lussuria was more than happy to offer his advice. He probably hadn't gotten any homo-drama since Boss and Girly-Captain got together.

He could care less about how this situation was going. He was just that type of person, a personality that does not care. That's why he was able to wear the 666 Hell Ring with ease. But the outcome of this, the thing he had tried to prevent by confessing, was lingering in the back of his mind.

Mukuro had to disappear and during his final move left Fran completely soaked with a wave of water. The sun was bright and hot today. The leaves were destroyed from the night before let immense amounts of sun in. Though it helped with drying his clothes; his Varia coat was large and heavy when wet.

He stripped it off, and threw it over his shoulder. The navy blue turtle-neck still clung to his lithe body, but at least he could move better. This was how he walked into the Varia headquarters.

Pale sea-foam green hair stuck to his face, several wounds on visible areas, and in entirety he just looked like he had got a serious ass-whooping.

His plan was to just sneak upstairs for a shower, but just his luck that wouldn't work out.

"VOIII FRAN where have you been?"

Fran cringed at the boomingly loud voice. He didn't know how Squalo had managed to hear the door open with the already boisterous noises of the other members, plus the sound of the television. The Varia was always lively, clamorous, and in an overall opinion never peaceful. The members' constant verbal attack on each other was the main cause of it.

Sure enough he appeared before Fran laughing.

"Fran! You look like you get your ass kicked!"

See, ass-whooping…there we go.

Senpai and Lussuria were nowhere in sight. Things were going well then.

Squalo was laughing at Fran's current state of being, only just for the number of times that Fran had commented when Squalo was in the same state.

Why had he joined this bunch of weirdos again?

He made his move to leave and head towards his room, but he just had to retaliate first.

"Hey, Girly-Haired Captain, make sure to shut your door better so I don't have to know every time you're wet."

The Captain's grey eyes widen in shock for a split second, until his face turned a red color from either rage or sheer embarrassment. He drew his sword and began to yell threats at the boy, while Fran calmly began to walk up the stairs leaving small puddles of water behind him.

"VOOII brat I'll slice you to pieces!" Squalo called from the stairs gritting his teeth menacingly. Fran waved him off casually, and headed for the shower.

Fran found that the second story of the headquarters was by far the creepiest. It was narrow, and dimly lit. It seemed out of place in this expensive elegant castle. The floorboards creaked under his feet, and on occasion one of the four hanging lights would flicker out.

There were three bedrooms on this level. The first one seen was Levi's on the left side, the Lussuria's on the right, and then only a few steps down from that was Fran's. His bedroom was towards the back and faced the second stair case leading up to the third level.

Since he was the newest member of the Varia, he was assigned to the smallest room. Fran didn't mind this so much as it was still better than anything he had lived in as a child. With a double bed, a medium-sized television on a stand, and his personal connected bathroom, it was heaven.

He threw his clothes aside onto the floor, and stepped into the steaming hot water.

Everything was going to plan of course. All that was left was to talk to the Gaylord about his own discussion with Bel-Senpai.

After all, it was his idea.

"Fran-Chaaan I need to talk to you~"

It was around five, Fran was preparing for his midnight mission with Bel, and the last person he really wanted to talk to was Lussuria. He was actually the Varia member that he tolerated the most;, he was the only one who didn't threaten to kill him on a daily basis.

He twisted the door knob open and stepped inside.

"Fran we need to talk about Bel." He spoke as if this was gossip, and Fran knew this would be a conversation that he did not want to put up with.

"You mean fake-prince? What about him?" Fran asked his back turned from Lussuria.

"Well, I think that Bel-Chan likes you."

Fran spun around and a hint of surprise may have just slipped onto his blank face. What? WHAT? He was so repulsed by the idea, that some of his dangerous aura may have leaked out enough for Lussuria to become aware of it.

"No, I mean not right now, but in the future I think that Bel will like you in a romantic, lovey-"

Fran cringed and had to interrupt before his description turned anymore gruesome, "What are you talking about?" His voice held a deadly serious undertone.

There began the discussion of the plan. Fran only agreed to it, because he had already decided that Lussuria had the best 'sense' when it came to homo. Because Lussuria was well…the one who would know best.

The only way, according to Lussuria, was for Fran to falsely confess to Bel-Senpai. He told Fran that Bel would become so disgusted by it, that he could never even think about him in THAT way.

It didn't make sense. But a lot of things didn't make sense. Like driving, during a skid you're supposed to turn the wheel in the direction you're skidding, and then you would gain control again and everything would be fine. So that's what Lussuria told him to do- drive right into the skid.

Fran closed his eyes and rinsed the watermelon soap out of his hair. Well the sooner the better to get this situation out of the way.

The last thing I'd need was to end up in a relationship with that egotistical feigned-prince.

The Prince was stunned. Absolutely stunned. Big Sis-Lus had explained the situation in more detail. Fran liked the Prince. Why in the world would Fran like him?

He leaned against the wall of his bedroom, trying to fight off his fiftieth headache.

So this wasn't a joke.

How was he supposed to deal with this? Maybe just ignore the situation entirely? Obviously, he couldn't even think about returning the affection. Because he was a Prince and the Frog was a boy peasant.

Though in the right lightening, Fran could have a certain feminine glow to him-No. This was ridiculous. Princes shouldn't be even bothering with these trivial matters. He should be off killing commoners.

But for some reason, the words said by the Frog would just not leave his mind.

ISFP: Soooo plot twist(does it even count when the plot isn't developed yet?)! Note: neither Bel or Fran are homophobes, they just are horrified with being involved in a romantic way with each other.

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