Last chapter, part, whatever. It sucks so….

The House of Frogs and Knives

Part 3

"Senpai, I don't dislike you…"

"I don't care and in the end it won't make a difference," Bel's voice held indifference. "I don't like you."

The faint sound of morning filled Fran's ears, birds chirping and the wind blowing softly. He turned to face the ceiling, he was still on the floor. Supposedly he was too tired to make it all the way back to the bed so he settled for the burgundy carpet and lived off the cold current in the room. He'd catch a cold for sure. It was the fake prince's entire fault in the first place. Climbing through the window just to harass the newest member of the Varia. Fran looked back at it and a small smile formed on his tired face.

It was laughable actually. Imagine Belphegor in the cold rain climbing through a small window. What could've possibly possessed anyone to do that? Ever?

Fran lifted himself on his elbows and shaking, he made his way up to stand. It had been a rough night. Bel had probably forgotten it already, he was still in bed probably.

Fran decided to take a long bath and just soak for an hour. It wouldn't hurt, besides he wanted to make sure he was cleaned up.

After running the hot bath water, he lowered himself in gently. It still hurt; he cringed when the water flooded to his sides. Fran sighed as he finally sat down and let his head lean back. Aside from the occasional searing pain, it was comfortable. He sat for a few more minutes before actually lathering up. Washing away the night's activities from his body, he remembered something. His door wasn't locked.

Nobody had come in yet…

"Oh my!~"

It looks like Lussuria came back. It looks like he'd also seen the bed sheets that Fran had forgotten. The bloody ones that lay in his bed for the world to see. Just proof of how easy it was to be dominated after all. It was no secret that he wasn't the strongest, physically at least, in the Varia. He adapted illusions because they could also have deadly effects. A plus was also that there wouldn't be blood splaying about.

Another thing he didn't have in common with the rest of the Varia.

Fran sighed and sank lower until his nose and up was the only thing outside of the water. Lussuria had no sense when it came to the privacy of others, he'd eventually figure out that Fran was in the bath. Then he'd waltz in and declare that he knew what Fran did last night. Fran wondered if he should just drown now.

"FROGY~~" drowning sounded pretty good to him.

"Frogy! Who got to you?" Stupid Lussuria. Fran mumbled something as the Varia's sun walked into the small room, but all that came were bubbles to the surface of the water. His eyes focused on the soapy water he sat in, choosing to further ignore the question he blew some more bubbles. Lussuria looked at the younger man and crossed his arms.

"Come now, was it really that bad that you don't even want to talk about it?" Lussuria grinned.

"Well… It wasn't Xanxus, 'cause then you couldn't move. Squalo's out because Xanxus keeps him on a short leash… Levi's still waiting for that 'special' moment with Xanxus that will never happen and I was out of the country…" Lussuria's grin widened, was he bent on imitating the fake prince? "It was Bel wasn't it?~~"

'No shit,' Fran thought sourly to himself. 'Who else would actually give me that much bad attention?'

Fran lifted his head and turned it to face the other. He kept his eyes in check and focused, glowering.

"Can you leave?" It wasn't really a question.

"Yes~" But Lussuria didn't leave.

It wasn't really a question.

This was one of those special times that Fran permitted himself to use his illusions on his comrades. He wasn't a barbarian like the rest of them; he didn't see the logic of attacking someone who was on your side. It boggled him why some of the Varia did it, not so much Belphegor because he demonstrated himself that he was a nutter. So Fran didn't hold back. Lussuria shrieked as he clasped at his face.

"Pimples!" The sun guardian wailed. "No!"

It was enough to send Lussuria running.

'How shallow,' Fran scrubbed at himself. He left trails of red where he tried to get rid of skin all together, the stung as he felt soap enter his pours.

Once he was finally finished with his bath, he gingerly stood up in the large basin and shivered as he felt the cold air. Grabbing two towels and wrapping one around his waist and the other around his shoulders, he reached in to drain the bath. It almost felt like a great relief, watching the dirty water go down. Fran lifted the towel around his shoulders so it sat on his head. The short male then turned to leave the bathroom.

The door to his room was left wide open after Lussuria's departure. Fran got dressed with the heavy wooden doors open and for once he felt more or less safe in his room. No threat or anything, just a silent hallway.

This brought up a good question, where was everybody?

It was about eleven in the morning and there would normally be some movement. Fran walked down to the end of the hall and peered further down.

Nobody.

Bel's room was the closest, he decided. He'd walk past it and casually see if the blonde was in his room. Casually, as in not to hint that last night had happened or that he still felt twinges of pain from time to time.

He walked leisurely, his pace becoming slower as his heart beat faster. Denying that he was nervous and just a bit scared would be lying. Though, Fran was pretty sure that Bel didn't care. Last night he'd said that he didn't like Fran, maybe now he would keep away. As much as Fran told himself that it's what he wanted, he really hoped it wasn't the case.

Approaching Bel's room, Fran found that his door was open to. He glanced inside and winced. There in the center was what appeared to be a puddle of blood. Nobody was dragged out of the room, there wasn't a sign of struggle either. Fran looked at the form on the bed; Bel's palm was wrapped in what appeared to be a piece of the curtain.

The prince's head turned to face the door where Fran stood. His face broke into his trademark slasher smile.

"Froggy, its not polite to just stand at the door and look stupid."

"It's also not polite to walk into someone's room uninvited Senpai," funny, that seems to be what Bel did the other night.

The blond acknowledged this. His smile turned into a sneer.

"Why don't you do it?" He stared through golden strands of hair at the young member in front of him.

"That won't make us even Senpai," Fran looked down at his hands. He contemplated for a few seconds, trying to figure out what Bel was trying to prove. Maybe in his twisted way he was asking for some sort of forgiveness. Why would Bel want that?

Bel motioned for him to come in. Fran noticed that the blonde, despite that he got the pleasure the night before, looked pretty bad. The younger boy walked over to the king sized bed and sat on the edge, right beside the laying Belphegor. He hesitated before he gained enough courage to speak. Before he did though, he was cut off.

"I didn't really like Mammon either… Shi Shi Shi…" Bel snickered.

Fran looked startled. It looked like that was the closest that he'd ever get to a kind comment, out of the price that is. He'd known for a fact that Belphegor did like Mammon. It was like psychology, a twisted form of psychology. Fran stood up slowly, he glanced at Bel's hand and then looked away quickly.

"Stupid Senpai."

END

I don't like this dribbly excuse for a last chapter.

No, I don't know what's going on anymore. Use your imagination. :D

Well, thanks for reading I guess.