Disclaimer: Akira Amano made Katekyo Hitman REBORN!

Claimer: I own the OCs and plot; nothing more, nothing less.

Warning: takes place before Gola Mosca; FINAL chapter; perhaps some sappy romance (depends on if you want that to be a warning or not), blood

Pairing: BelOC, OCOC

Important note: MY NOTES AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER-READ THEM WHEN FINISHED READING THIS UPDATE!

"Enter the actress stained in red," said Tragedy.

Aria comes out of the bathroom and is, once again, met with a grinning blond boy. She flinches backwards and waits for him to slam her back into the wall. When nothing happiness, she glances at Belphegor to see him now giving her a large smile. Aria relaxes against her will and raises an eyebrow at Belphegor.

"Ushishishi, you're scared of me now…"

Belphegor slowly reaches his hand forward and caresses Aria's cheek again, letting a low hum of contentment escape for her to hear. Aria doesn't like this sort of mood at all since she still wants to suffocate Prince the Ripper. She wants to feel that life force snuff out and see his limbs slowly go limp.

Aria ends up slapping Belphegor's hand away. She somehow manages to successfully keep a stoic face as she informs Belphegor, "Don't touch me. Whatever made you think that you had the right should be gone after you had cut and stabbed me."

"Shishi, I told you it would happen."

Aria scoffs and pushes past Belphegor. Surprisingly, he silently follows her.

Once out of the hotel—and much to Aria's relief, the unabashed woman wasn't at the desk—she calls for a taxi while putting a cherry sucker into her mouth. The two assassins are quiet on the car ride to Beto's house. Aria thinks Belphegor is bored with no excitement of cutting something. Belphegor is being good because he doesn't like the idea of losing something that's his. He has to be careful.

The silence is tense. It doesn't change as the taxi pulls to a stop in front of Beto's house. Prince the Ripper gets out before the gunman. She watches the taxi leave before she turns to look at Beto's large house and lawn with Belphegor. Now the silence is filled with suspense and unspoken words.

That doesn't last long.

"So… what are you going to do?" Aria asks.

"Mm, I'm not killing you."

"Sounds good to me…"

Both slowly walk up the sidewalk leading to the expensive door. The walk seems to take forever. To Belphegor, it's the last walk with his proclaimed toy because he'll lose something he quite literally views as his. To Aria, it's the last walk before she can finally have the chance to rid the world of this royalty and she thinks the walk can't be fast enough.

Once finally to the door, there doesn't have to be a knock to inform people in the house they're at the door. The door opens as Aria was about to lift her hand. The same man in black from yesterday brings the two teenagers inside.

"Beto will see both of you at the same time."

"Shishishi~"

"Alright then."

The largely stocked man leads them upstairs even though Belphegor and Aria know where Beto's office is. They're led to a different room, though. It's next door to where they've usually gone. The large man opens the door without knocking.

Inside is a same-sized room as Beto's used office, but with how everything is arranged the room seems cramped. There are no windows. The walls are painted a deep red. There are large bookshelves covering the left and right walls with thick books and notebooks. There's a dark wooded desk near the center of the room and not against the wall like in Beto's other office. Two bulky leather chairs are in front of it. A large, swivel, black leather chair is behind it. Beto is sitting there in a black suit that's unbuttoned and his necktie is loose.

Beto looks up from filling out his paperwork. He puts on a large and charming smile. He sweeps his hand out in a small grand gesture and says, "Please, take a seat."

The older Italian man tells the man in black to get some wine for celebration as Belphegor and Aria sit down. Aria is to Beto's right while Belphegor is in the other seat. The two teenagers don't have the chance to decline the wine.

"So this is our last meeting before I have my wonderful party to celebrate getting out of my debt to the Varia. Surely you two will attend since you suggested it in the first place?"

"Yeah, we're going," Aria answers.

"Shishishi, it's only natural," Belphegor also replies.

"Good, because I would like to see just how stunning you can look in a dress, Aria."

Stomach bile rises up in Aria's throat, but she swallows it down. Beto is repulsive to Aria at this point. She can easily guess what he's thinking. He probably feels like he's doing Aria a favor by doing some small talk—elongating the time she'll be alive—before Belphegor kills her. The gunman will enjoy the anger and shock on Beto's face when he realizes Belphegor isn't going to kill Aria and that he gave Belphegor free money for an empty promise.

"I don't think I'll look that nice. I need to get ready for the party later so we'll need that money," Aria says, trying her best to sound embarrassed.

"Of course, that makes sense."

Beto pulls a drawer out and takes out a checkbook. He's smiling in understanding as he fills out the check. Once done, Beto stands up. Aria stands up, too. She takes the outstretched check from his hand and she sees him throw a quick glance at Belphegor as he shakes Aria's hand.

Belphegor sits there with a very large grin.

"Thank you, Beto."

The door clicks open. Aria throws a quick natural glance to briefly see the man in black come in with some wine. Beto's charming smile grows into something of a triumphant sneer.

"I'm sure you'll look nice in a dress, but I know you'll look spectacularly stunning in blood red."

Beto nods at the man in black behind Aria. The gunman whips around and is just pulling out her gun when she sees the other man already pointing a gun at her.

BANG BANG

She had been arrogant again. Like the last time with Belphegor, she paid the price. Why did she think the older Italian man wouldn't take the initiative to have her killed if Belphegor wouldn't do it? The option was always there.

Aria exhales her held breath. Her body is stiff but it doesn't hurt as much as two other places. Her mouth is slightly agape from shock so her sucker falls to the ground. Her hands are slackened so she drops her gun. The thumping sound as slightly heavy metal hitting the carpet sounds loud in the silence following the ear-piercing gunshots. Her eyes are slightly wide in shock. The gunman already feels her warm liquid life force running down her abdomen, causing her clothes to cling to her body. Aria shivers.

"This works out just fine," Beto states with satisfaction.

Aria looks down at herself. She puts a hand over the two wounds. There's one just below her ribs and another diagonally above her naval. Beto's voice fades into background noise to Aria.

"Try to die quickly," Beto says as he heads to the door. "I do have a party to throw after all and I don't want a body lying around. It'll frighten my family."

Belphegor had been frozen due to the gunshots. The sound was loud in the room and it was so near his ears. He turns his head to see Beto leave. What wonderful first signs of life. He then turns to Aria to see two large red-lined stains on her shirt.

The girl's legs shake violently and then she eases herself onto her knees, although still a bit roughly. She sits down, leaning against Beto's desk. Belphegor gets off of his chair and crouches down in front of Aria. He looks down to the two sources of her bleeding. Belphegor puts his hands over the wounds as if that alone will stop the bleeding.

It doesn't stop the bleeding. Aria's face is already deathly pale.

"Tch, what a mess. Boss won't be happy. That guy had terrible aim."

Those words cover Belphegor's slight panic.

"D-Does it l-look as bad as it f-feels?" Aria asks with difficulty. Her eyes are automatically tearing up against her will so her throat is closing and making her sound choked. The gunshots really hurt.

"I don't know. How does it feel?"

"It really hurts…"

"Well, at least it means you're still alive."

Stop frowning like that. I want to see that stupid grin of yours that I hate so much, Aria tries to say. She can't seem to form the words. She feels like every inch of her body is bruised with that foreign look on Belphegor's face.

"I'm going to kill everyone. I'll take you to the hospital after. None of my toys will be broken."

Aria grabs Belphegor's wrist before he can take his hands away from her wounds. Her grip is a little weak and she's shaking from the pain. Belphegor's frown deepens. Why does Aria suddenly look so accepting?

To Aria, the two gunshots seemed to have killed her hate. She's a little angry she couldn't kill Belphegor, but with this situation she feels grateful she won't have to face her hate for him. Why is it that, in order to change her view of him, she has to die now? The few painful "tender" moments they shared runs through her mind's eye.

"D-Don't… kill them all. You'll… f-fail the mission and Xanxus will be mad. D-Don't take me to a hospital either… I-I'll be in a worse situation."

If she went to the hospital, Beto would probably find a way to pin petty unsolved crimes on her. The police would come. Xanxus would probably get rid of her for the trouble she'll cause. He might even get Belphegor to kill her since he's already here.

That's not the Belphegor I know. The Belphegor I know—if he could—would kill them for fun. Why can't she just say that, too?

Belphegor sets his forehead on Aria's forehead. He's suddenly grinning as if to shove it in her face. Aria blinks, but then smiles slightly. This is what she wants to see.

"Peasants don't tell princes what to do. It's the other way around. Just wait for it. I'll fix up my toy, and then I'll hurt you so you whimper my name, oh toy of mine. I'll play with you when I can."

Aria sees a few men appear at the doorway. Belphegor hears them and turns. She can see the side of his face move, which probably means he's grinning. Belphegor removes a hand from one of Aria's wounds and then knives slide up into his hand, stained with Aria's blood. Before Aria can get a tighter grip on Belphegor's wrist, he tears away from her. Prince the Ripper stands in front of Aria with a fan of knives in both hands. She can hear him laughing before he throws the knives and lodges them into the black-suited bodies.

It's hard for Aria to comprehend what's going on. She sees Prince the Ripper jump forward onto a man still standing. What Aria doesn't see is him stabbing a knife into the man's neck because she slides against Beto's desk to her left. Aria's head bounces as she hits the carpeted floor. One hand keep pressure on one of her gunshot wounds—the arm she's lying on—while her other hand moves in front of her face to run her fingers over the carpet. She turns her palm toward her when she sees she left a stain of red.

She can't feel the pain, and she can't feel the carpet. And how is it that her blood could look so red?

Aria wants to get Belphegor's attention, but she doesn't. She didn't want to call Prince the Ripper, she wants to call Belphegor. Aria doesn't have anything to do with Prince the Ripper anymore. She doesn't know the guy cutting down all those men that are now trying to stop him.

The girl feels alone because that isn't Belphegor. Why should someone like her stick around for a stranger that looks so familiar? Either way, the Italian girl lets this terrifyingly sad scene be the last one she sees as she closes her eyes.

Aria won't stay for Prince the Ripper. Aria just wants Belphegor.

~*~END~*~

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