A/N:
Errm...first, I'm apologizing for the really late update!

But yeah, I'm continuing this FanFic! ='D

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Misunderstandings

CLICK.

The door to Fran's room just closed and he woke up slowly. Luckily, his disease got much better; at least his headache was gone now. As he sat up sleepily, he noticed the cup of tea on his table and wondered who would have brought him that. "Maybe Lussuria...? He seems to be something like Varia's mother." Although it was nice of him, Fran wasn't sure if he really appreciated it that Varia's Gaylord entered his room while he was asleep. Who knows what he could have done to the tealette?

Since his throat was still killing him, he just decided to drink the tea, which was - luckily - still warm. The young Illusionist decided to look for something to eat, since his last meal was yesterday – and he was starving. Lazily Fran got up from his bed and wondered why this little, yellow fluffy bird was lying there again. Staring at it, he decided to poke it and was actually surprised as it suddenly woke up and sang a song. "Are birds supposed to… sing?" He asked himself while listening to the Namimori Middle School hymn. As Hibird finished singing, he stared back at Fran who really had the urge to talk to a bird, but decided against it since he didn't think that a bird could answer him anyway. Not even this one. So he just opened the window for Hibird to fly back to its owner. Staring at the back of the flying bird for a while, which started calling out for 'Hibari' all the time, Fran closed the window again and took the cup of tea; making his way to the kitchen.

Slammed against a wall – certain lips crashed on his own and two gazes full of confusion. That was indeed something Belphegor had never expected. It took both a while to recover from the shock and the younger one pushed away the silverette. "What was that for, you peasant?" He said through gritted teeth and glared at Squalo.

Drop. Crash.

"Okay. I always knew that they were weird and totally insane, but… not like that!" Fran thought, not even noticing that he dropped the tea-cup.

Before Squalo could say anything, he stared at the Illusionist, mentally swearing and was there even embarrassment?

Belphegor didn't know how to explain it - neither did Squalo and Fran wasn't sure if his eyes had betrayed him. "Shit... the Frog saw us! And I didn't even get an answer from this peasant... shishishi... damn it," the Prince thought and he was kind of irritated; it's not like he liked the young Illusionist nor did they have any relationship, but what was this feeling? Squalo, for his part, didn't know what was right or wrong anymore. Furthermore, he didn't even know why he kissed Belphegor - was he really in love with him? Oddly enough, the big hallways of Varia HQ seemed to be unbearable big and for their relish, too quiet. Nobody seemed to care about the heavy atmosphere and they kept on staring at each other in disbelief - everyone caught up in his own thought, until Fran decided to speak.

"Senpai, I never knew that you are like Lussuria." Finally broken through the awkward silence, Squalo, out of all three was the most confused one.

Stab.

"Shishishi… I am not, Frog." A soft 'ow' could be heard and back again was this damn silence. It seemed like hours, but every normal human being knew that it has only been mere seconds, when - all of a sudden - the shark finally gave in.

"Voi! Damn, there is no way in hell that I would love some weird, blood-obsessed Freak like you!"

Shit.

Now he did it. Squalo said something that hurt his pride more than anything else - and that even in front of Fran. The younger ones didn't know if they could trust their ears. Did the swordsman really confess to Bel indirectly?
"Ah, so the idiotic-shark commander is actually the Pedophile here. And I always thought that there wasn't anyone who could possibly like Bel-Senpai." Fran commented and clapped his hands ironically. "It seems like that you are still loved, Senpai. I'm so happy for you." He added in his usual sarcastic yet monotone voice, gaining another stab from Prince the Ripper. "Ushishishi... the Prince isn't gay nor would he ever like some peasants, but of course, everyone loves the Prince~" With that said, Fran oh'ed and Belphegor was about to leave this little group when Squalo suddenly - much to Bel's surprise - shouted.

"VOOI! You like this brat, don't you!"

Twitch.

What? He, a Prince, ought to like some peasants like the Frog?

Never.

But instead of a reply or a denial, he just walked off - leaving a confused Frog and depressed shark behind. Not giving a damn about Fran, Squalo left too, and the emerald boy needed some time to shake off this thought. There was no way in bloody hell that his Senpai could fall for him, right? After all, everything the Prince loved, was -insanely cruel - killing and therefore blood. As he got too much weird information today, the Illusionist just decided to go to bed again; his headache was back.

Although you couldn't sense nor notice anything, Squalo was actually hurt. Not that he really loved Belphegor – no, how could he? Or at least he hoped he didn't, since the chance of a happy end was really low; the blonde Prince was already affected by somebody else, although he would never admit or even notice it.

As the silverette walked through Varia HQ, he stopped in front a certain door; which he never thought he would ever enter again. Was he really so depressed that he needed to talk to him? Oh well, he couldn't think properly anymore so the shark just barked in – and immediately regretted that he did so.

"VOOI-"

"Ah-!"

BANG!

After getting terrified for the rest of his life, Squalo instantly slammed the door shut. Inside Lussuria's room, the Varia's Sun Guardian was making out with a random guy and that really wasn't a pleasant sight. Shuddering and trying really hard to forget this picture in his mind, he walked off to his own room. Letting himself fall on his bed, thinking about what the hell he said to Belphegor.

Said man was taking a walk – or rather he was going on a killing spree again. The Prince needed some time to think about everything. As he walked through the darkening forest calmly, he thought about these annoying words from Squalo again. Actually he found it quite ridiculous, a Prince – like him, isn't supposed to truly love somebody. He never loved someone. Never will and never wanted to. For him, a royalty, feelings like love was just a great waste of time, but at the same time an amusing and entertaining game if you got the right victim. Yes, for Belphegor, it was nothing but a lovely game. If you found a nice girl, make her fall in love with you - if she doesn't already -, play with her, and then just break her heart. After that you could choose what to do next: See her dying little by little inside or be 'nice' and kill her right after.

It wasn't something abnormal for the blonde; he already did it many times and enjoyed their screams and desperate tries to 'win' back his heart. A small, creepy, and amused grin appeared on the said male's face as he remembered his last girlfriend. The face of a beautiful brunette with mesmerizing ice-blue eyes flashed through his mind. Her lips were soft pink and as always, she wore her beloved necklace which showed a little, metal bird. It was a present or something...Belphegor couldn't really remember anymore - no, it's not because he had a bad memory, but more likely that he didn't even pay attention when that girl was talking to him.

As he walked inside the forest further; the assassin suddenly heard noises and his grin got even wider. "Shishishi~ weak peasants." The Prince mumbled and within mere seconds, he was surrounded by enemies from another mafia. Varia's Storm Guardian released his Box weapon and his mink immediately appeared and sat on his shoulder; two identical grins appeared on their faces.

The Death Waltz could start.

Knock. Knock.

Two gentle knocks could be heard and surprisingly, it even startled Squalo. "VOOOOOOOOOOI! WHO THE HELL IS THERE?" The silverette yelled, annoyed and pissed by the fact that he got frightened because of something as ridiculous as that. Without any further questions or a reply, Lussuria - now fully dressed, much to Squalo's approval - walked into the big, yet cold room playfully. "Squ-chan, sorry for earlier~!" He said and an amused snicker could be heard - he was, obviously, amused that the shark caught him while he was making out.

As soon as Squalo recognized Lussuria, he growled - he was the least person he wanted to see now...well, maybe the penultimate - there was still someone else; someone, who just rejected him cold-hearted a few minutes ago. "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THAT! GET OUT OF MY ROOM NOW!" The silverette really wasn't in the mood talking about his problems right now. After everything he experienced and saw today, he felt sick. Mentally. Especially because of the latter one. On the other hand, of course, he would be happy to cease his pain in any way possible. Everything was fine as long as he didn't have to be hurt even more. And most of all - not like last time. His face got all pale as Squalo remembered what happened last time, when he confessed to somebody. Something that he'll never do again - or at least that's what he swore to himself - and yet he did it again. Now his face was fully buried into his pillow as a sigh escaped his lips.

"Aww, don't be like that, Squ-chaaan, you know that it's not my fault for whatever happened." The other male said happily, obviously uninformed about what really happened to his commander. As he kept on talking about nonsense, Lussuria slowly made his way to Squalo's bed and sat on the grey polygonal floor just beside it.
"and don't act like you haven't seen or experienced something similar~" The older one said and put his index-finger on his lips, making it look like he was thinking.
"...after all you did have Sex with B-" His sentence got interrupted by the other male who abruptly sat up and pointed his sword at Lussuria.

"VOOOOOOOOOI! SHUT UP OR I'LL KILL YOU!" Squalo threatened - he didn't want to be reminded of his past experience. The first time where the sword emperor really felt weak was the time right after he confessed for the first time and thought that his feelings are being returned. The said person didn't really show any emotions nor sign that he somehow approved of the silverette, it was rather the opposite.

To his annoyance, Lussuria didn't seem to be startled nor surprised by his reaction at all, he supposedly already knew what was coming. After all he was the one who comforted the lonely shark after his break down. And to make things even worse, the boxer even smiled, it wasn't a cheeky smile, but more like one a mother would give her son after something bad happened to him. "It's okay, Squ-chan~ I'm sure he'll understand you one day." He said gently and looked at his comrade. If it wasn't for himself nor the fact that he had to experience similar things, he wouldn't really care about Squalo and his love-life like that. Also, the flamboyant man really wanted to help Squalo, since he hardly showed what he was really thinking and he was just too stupid to make things right and thus made Lussuria feel like a mother even more.

The silverette could have killed him. Literally. But of course, he didn't - he didn't want to be scolded by Xanxus nor clean up all the mess he would've done later. So he just kept his mouth shut and reluctantly thought of his first love, which couldn't be called one at all, since he wasn't sure if he really loved that person or not. It has been a hard time and there weren't many living things nearby. Nobody else besides that person to stay with Squalo and nobody else besides him opened the swordsman's eyes to show him how lonely he's actually been.

Another scream could be heard as he sliced up his enemies one by one, his gorgeous hair floating behind him like some accessories. The male didn't even notice the faces of the - soon, dead - men he killed and actually he even enjoyed it. Not that it was something special nor did he have any grudge against these people, but it just felt good to kill and show his talents however and as much as he wanted. Damn his other comrades to be such lazy asses who wouldn't move one inch. Although, on the other hand, he was happy - he didn't have to tell other people what to do nor even take care of fuckin' kids. His thoughts - although he wasn't really thinking, he was more like a killing machine - got interrupted as he heard shots. Gun shots. Immediately he scowled, he knew quite well whose gun it was and what it meant. Why was he here? Why wasn't he, like all of the other people, staying at HQ and being a lazy ass?

Now Squalo had another mission: To not be shot by his own boss by accident. "VOOOI! GET THE FUCK OFF, XANXUS! THAT'S MY MISSION!" He yelled by annoyance to which the said male just smirked and killed all the, now scared and begging, enemies in an instant. "Come back, scum. We need to talk." His boss ordered him and not given any chance to be surprised by Xanxus' power, although Squalo already knew that he was really strong, the silverette just got dragged back to Varia HQ.

Until then, Squalo didn't even notice that he was actually...lonely. No, he would never admit it, not even if he had to die. His pride wouldn't allow him to admit such weakness. For him, the shark, there wasn't anything more important than getting stronger and improve his sword-skills. He has always been fighting and training alone, happily, and accomplished his missions perfectly.

Yes, that's what he thought up 'till now and he didn't see the reason why he should change that. Of course, he had respect and...maybe even pity for the man in front of him, but that was also a thing he wouldn't talk about. Squalo wasn't the man to show his feelings nor did he recognize them by himself - he was just too dense.

On his usual chair in the usual, dark room, there sat Xanxus, a wine-glass filled with whisky decorating his hand and an annoyed yet amused grin appeared on his face. The room wasn't too big - he didn't really need such a large room as his office, he hardly did any work anyway - and it contained a couch vis-a-vis of the table where papers of work lay, waiting to be done by one of these assassins.

How many times did Squalo cross this room already? He couldn't really remember that since he's been in the Varia for a long time now and as Xanxus' right hand man, he had more work to do than the other members. Sitting on the black couch and looking at his boss annoyed, he wondered what was that important that he even had to be dragged back from his last mission. The black haired's grin widened as he observed the silverette and soon a snicker filled the whole room.

Squalo twitched slightly, he didn't want to think of the rest, and he was quite surprised that Lussuria didn't already squirm flamboyantly or spoil him with gay jokes. Instead, the older male just sat there quietly and if the silverette could've seen his eyes, he was sure that Lussuria somehow knew what he was recalling. A sigh escaped his mouth, like a sign that he gave up, and then he turned around, his face facing the wall instead of the male sitting on the other side on the floor. "What do you want?" He asked stupidly.

"Aw, Squ-chan~ You're going to tell me, right? What happened? Did you finally tell Bel-chan what you felt of him? What happened after that?" Many more questions were thrown at the said man and he got annoyed, again. "VOOOOOI! Shut your mouth, Lussuria!" He shouted yet again, still not looking or moving an inch.

"Oh...I see." The boxer said and without Squalo admitting it, he already knew what had happened. Certainly he felt like hugging him - also for his own good, the silverette was kind of hot, after all. Although he wasn't quite his type of man, the younger one was quite...gorgeous.

And like a magic spell, the swordsman just started talking, telling Lussuria about everything what happened and how embarrassed he was.

"Ohohoho~ how mean of Bel-chan." He just commented and wasn't sure how to cheer up Squalo again. Last time had been bad enough, but this time it seemed to be worse since he still didn't get over his Ex. "But you know, if you really want someone that loves you, I'm always here for you~" Lussuria added and got up again, making his way towards the lying man. With that, Squalo jumped off his bed and pointed his sword towards the older male again, looking all furious.

"WHAT THE HELL? YOU FUCKIN' GAYLORD! GET AWAY FROM ME!" He screamed again and really felt like beating him up for good. Squalo was kind of glad to have at least somebody to listen to him, but if something like that happened every time, he would rather prefer to bear this little pain alone. Getting terrified for his whole life with untasty pictures was already bad enough and now he should even think of DATING or even making out with Lussuria? "I bet he wanted to do that all the time! That scum!" The silverette thought even more disgusted now.

"Aw, you just hurt me, Squ-chan." The older said girlishly and didn't stop walking towards him, opening his arms as a sign to embrace him. Squalo, on the other hand, just wanted to get away from here - from his own room, but on the other hand he knew that it may even...comfort him. At least a little bit. Yes, he was using Lussuria, but the boxer actually did the same. Squalo didn't make any attempts to get away from his spot and actually he let himself being hugged.

That was until Lussuria chose to touch the swordsman's ass.

KICK.

"VOOOI! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" The silverette yelled, annoyed by his said comrade, whom he kicked pretty hard.

A quiet whimper could be heard as the flamboyant male stood up again and pouted. He was really unsatisfied by Squalo's reaction and wished that he would succeed someday, but for now, he'd just stay with him and give him some advices. That was his job after all.
"So, what do you plan to do from now on? Shall I give you some advices again?" The older asked cheerfully - his pain already forgotten - and sat on the black couch, which was right of the bed and vis-a-vis of Squalo's aquarium. The said male calmed down as much as possible as he sat down on his king-sized bed again, this time he actually turned to Lussuria. An angry-mark could still be seen on his face although he tried to look much...friendlier now.
"Yeah..." The silverette mumbled, half embarrassed and half feeling even sillier for asking someone as gay as Lussuria for advices. He could still remember the last time, where he didn't even get one good idea. Most of them could be used on little kids or fuckin' gay people - but certainly not on assassins.

It didn't take long until Belphegor finished his little fight. Within some minutes he murdered a whole mafia and their boss was, for the Prince, like a silly joke - his powers weren't even worth mentioning.

Now dirtied by blood and somehow he managed to cool down, the blonde walked back to Varia HQ. As the Prince walked through the forest, he thought again. Was it really that impossible for him to have fallen for that uncute Frog? Or rather why would he ever feel something as unnecessary as love? He never had this so-called feeling and he couldn't see the point in it at all.

To be honest Belphegor wasn't really surprised about that. It was true that he thought that Fran was kind of cute, but his annoying mouth just made everything seem unnecessary. If there really was something that Bel couldn't handle, then it was his expression. It was really hard to tell the differences when Fran's eyes actually showed any signs of emotion or if the young male really didn't care at all. They didn't know each other for long, but this fact would be changed quickly - there was no way that the tealette was leaving the Varia that soon and Belphegor wasn't sure if he could handle another new Illusionist or not. To be able to suppress the urge to slice up the little Frog was already hard enough.

The cold wind blew right into Bel's face and for a split second, you could see his noble eyes. The forest changed as he kept on walking, now you could already see the HQs shadowy figure from afar. Since the Prince thought that it was too arduous to think about this matter, he just chose to leave Fran alone and he didn't care what others thought about him - he was a Prince and he would do whatever he wanted. A smirk crept upon his face as he thought about everything what happened again and also, if he could use Squalo in any way - if this noisy shark was worth anything at all.

Falling.

Cracking.

And again.

Screams.

Pain.

A light from afar appeared, but I didn't really notice it. Everything became like a blurry vision for me. It hurt. It's burning.

Pain.

Make it go away. Anyone. However it was possible - I wanted to get away from here. I hear myself screaming, crying and begging - but there is nobody to help me. I'm lost here. All alone. And slowly, my flesh starts to rot. I'm disgusted. By myself. If it was a bad nightmare, I wish I'd wake up now. My bones are resolving themselves.

Another shot of intense pain crept upon my whole body. My very existence.

Somehow I managed to get a grip of reality again. The light which I saw before finally caught up to me. The pain stopped.

I'm saved.

CRACK.

This time, I felt my bones cracking.

GASP.

Fran woke up instantly and shot up from his bed - panting heavily and bathed in sweat. There it was again, the same nightmare he always got and every time it was getting worse and worse.

Sighing, he let himself fall onto his blue pillow again; staring at the comforting green ceiling.

"At least it's over now." The Illusionist thought as he wiped off the tears which came automatically. He wished that his body would stop trembling now, so that he can fall asleep again.

I hope you enjoyed the reading and thank you! =D