Disclaimer: Akira Amano owns Katekyo Hitman REBORN!

Claimer: I own the OCs and the plot

Warnings: there'll be a lot of time skipping. Events from the manga will be mentioned, but they won't appear in this series. There will be limes. AND THIS PLOT MIGHT NOT BE SOMETHING YOU WILL LIKE, SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN DON'T READ IT.

Pairings: BelOC

"She lost a bit of blood, but that wasn't the main problem. Since she didn't have a large meal with plenty of liquids, and was running low on blood sugar, she fainted. It's common," the doctor explains. "The bullets were taken out without problems. The reason she's still here is because she's got an infection. She has a weak immune system. She's got a few cuts on her body and they're also infected."

A blond-haired guy had listened with a grave face, looking like he doesn't particularly care for anything the doctor is telling him. He's got blood on him that he said to be the victim's blood. Only he and that victim know it's not only that, but there's a mix of other peoples' blood as well.

"And you've talked to the police?" the doctor inquires.

The blond simply nods. The doctor strains an awkward smile, finding something about the boy to be unsettling. He has to give him points for still sticking around, though. He probably feels he has to stay for the "random" victim he found until knowing they're fine, as far as the doctor knows.

"We can't explain it, but the girl appears to have… lost her memory. We did a CAT scan and found no problems, so we're currently trying to see what's causing it. She doesn't remember anything about being found by you or before that. She's even forgotten how to do a few things and words. She'll have to stay for a while longer."

"Can I see her or not?"

The doctor blinks. It seems the boy hadn't really been listening at all. He seems to only care to see how the girl is himself. Then again, with the mop of blond hair covering his eyes, it's hard to tell if he caught anything the doctor had just told him.

"She's been awake for an hour now. I would say it's alright," the doctor says hesitantly.

A large grin appears on a face. The lean body belonging to the face saunters past the older man so that the toy could be found and seen.

Once the door is reached, the Hitman opens the door and goes inside the hospital room. There are two beds. One is surrounded by curtains and then the other bed appears to be open and that's because the foot of the bed can be seen. There are two sets of the sounds of beeping. The bed without the curtains pulled has a slight bump near the foot of the bed.

The guy goes to that bed. He pokes his head around the curtains to see the toy sitting up, head slightly hanging, and fiddling with the IV in her arm.

"The Prince has come to see his favorite toy," Belphegor announces as he goes to the girl's right side of the bed to take a seat with a big grin in her direction.

The girl looks up at Belphegor with slightly wide eyes. She blinks in response to his statement. She looks around before looking back at Belphegor with a slightly confused look on her face. She grips her thin covers in her hand, making her look nervous.

"I don't know who you are…" she mutters, now looking rather emotionless and like the old girl Belphegor knew.

"Ushishishi, I'm the one who brought you here," Belphegor tells the girl. He leans forward to her, making her lean her back into her pillows. "The Prince told the police I don't know you so they won't question you anymore. You can drop the act when your Prince is around."

The girl continues to look at Belphegor blankly. His grin goes away and now he's frowning, looking not at all content or happy with that stare she's giving him. Why is she still looking like she doesn't know him, or that his face doesn't ring a bell? This act really is starting to get on his nerves already.

"I hope you don't think this is funny, because The Prince is not amused," Belphegor says. He still doesn't get any sort of desired response from the girl. "Aria… tell The Prince his name."

"I don't know… that. Are you calling me Aria?" she asks, furrowing her brow in some concentration.

Belphegor leans away from Aria with the same frown. How was this possible? He's pretty sure that the talkative doctor said that there was no reason for this to happen. She has to be faking, right? Aria seems to relax when Belphegor leans away from her, and she's looking at him with uncertainty.

He definitely feels angry. Someone as royal as him should be memorable, not forgettable like everything else. It feels like his toy suddenly lost all of its features, and is just some boring toy.

But it's his toy nonetheless.

"Well, your name is Aria. You work under Varia, which means The Prince is your superior, ushishishi~" Belphegor tells Aria.

The Hitman takes the time to explain what Varia is, the members, its past, and who they're under now. The Italian girl listens with a stoic face, although she seems to be trying to keep things in mind.

If only Belphegor knew the explanation wasn't' needed.

What Aria is trying to keep in mind is Belphegor's nature to this situation. The doctor was right: there's no cause for Aria's memory loss. And she doesn't have the impossible memory loss. She's faking it.

The gunman didn't want to deal with the police. She didn't want to deal with anything so she faked her memory loss unwaveringly. Then, Belphegor came along and Aria resolved to "not remember" him, too. Apparently, her acting is good enough to fool Prince the Ripper.

What's the reason for her good acting? She thinks about things that give her certain face that will match the situation she's in.

"And so he shot you. I killed them all, and I took you here. The Prince is happy to see these commoners fixed his toy… for the most part. Now I just need to get rid of the cow meat's family," Prince the Ripper finishes.

"You don't seem like someone I can trust…" Aria mentions, but in all actuality, Belphegor had stayed true to the truth throughout his little story.

"Telling you that story like that wouldn't have let me gain anything. It would be a waste of breath for The Prince to lie to his favorite toy. Do you remember now?"

"No, I can't say that I do," Aria responds.

Belphegor's natural smile at telling the story—and quite enjoying the littler "gory" details—ends up falling. She didn't remember anything that was said, and can only go on the words. That's not the same at all. Belphegor takes one of Aria's hands and she immediately gets tense. Prince the Ripper ends up grinning as he runs his fingers over the bandages wrapped around her palm.

"I made the cut on this hand at the same time I made the cuts near your wrist and on your shoulder. Can you remember the pain, perhaps? Shishi, I definitely remember seeing your pain on your face. Your blood was so wonderfully red, that I ended up eating some of it!"

Belphegor ends up laughing. Aria has her eyes slightly more opened in disgust as she yanks her hand out of his. This causes another laugh to escape from his mouth as she stuffs her hand under the covers. She was told that those cuts had gotten infections, and that was all Prince the Ripper's fault.

"I don't remember anything, what do you not get? I do know of the pain the infection is giving me, though… well, not really since I've got pain killers," Aria trails off, looking toward her window.

"Shishi, aren't you supposed to act all funny?" Belphegor asks as he reaches forward and pokes Aria's cheek. She swats at his hand angrily with her free hand and retorts, "I'm acting without restraints of the mind."

And seeing as she came up with her plan while she was awake, and on these drugs, she can be able to pretend there's no memory in her head effectively. Belphegor crosses his arms and tilts his head at her, seeming amused. Shouldn't he get annoyed with all of this, give up and leave? That was part of the reason why she makes up having the memory loss.

"It's hardly acceptable that you forget your Prince. I guess I'll just have to keep coming back until you remember everything as clear as day," Belphegor announces.

"But I don't know you-"

"But I know you, don't I?" Belphegor asks with a large grin. "The Prince won't give up on his toy so easily. Besides, I know you'll remember me eventually. It's a given. Royalty isn't hard to forget, after all. And The Prince still needs to make you love him, so I'm not done here."

Belphegor ends up chortling to himself. Aria can remember when Belphegor had first told her that last statement, or something like it. He had said that his subjects would love him, and then the gunman had convinced him they wouldn't. The Prince then said he would start with her when it comes to making his subjects love him. That was when Belphegor had first "attacked" Aria's lips.

Oh no… Aria thinks to herself.

She isn't able to do much as Belphegor reaches forward and grips a handful of the girl's hair in his hand. He pulls their heads forward until their lips crash together. Both hear the sound of teeth clacking together, but only one of them can feel the pain since the other is drugged up not to feel too much. The girl would like nothing more than to just sit there, do nothing, and let it happen. But the fact is no one would let a random guy kiss them if they were really in this situation.

Aria shoves Belphegor away from her, but with his grip on her hair, he yanks her head to the side. The girl can't comprehend the pain, so she continues to shove him away from her. Prince the Ripper laughs as she struggles. He shoves her back against the pillows and manages to pin her wrists against her pillow.

"Leave me alone," Aria hisses into Belphegor's face. Her face is probably flushed now. That's because she hates to admit it, but she's missed this sadistic guy. Hopefully, her blushing face can be mistaken for anger. Unfortunately, the heart monitor's beeping is beginning to pick up, but thankfully, Belphegor doesn't notice.

Belphegor tries to lean down toward Aria's face again with a grin, but she moves her face aside. The girl tries to move her head as Belphegor keeps trying to get to her lips. He starts chortling again, finding this to be a good game to play. When the old Hitman turns her head to her right, the Hitman above her sticks his nose into her cheek, and he almost seems to be affectionate.

"The Prince just wants a going-away present and you reject him that right? Ushishishi, it doesn't matter. As The Prince's toy and subject, you will come to love me, and then you'll shower me in any presents that I ask for."

"Get off of me," Aria hisses at Belphegor again, unable to turn her head since his face is in her cheek.

"Toys can't order their master around, but The Prince will allow it just this once. Ushishishi~"

Belphegor lets go of Aria's wrists and gets up from sitting on the bed. His upper body lingers behind him and then straightens up when he takes a few steps toward the door. He turns to the bed-ridden girl with a large grin who appears to not know what to think of the knife-lover.

"I'll be back when the family is gone. Try not to go anywhere, ushishishi~"

And then he left.

I deeply apologize if Belphegor seems OOC, but it's the best I could do considering the circumstances of the story. If you don't like the plot, then don't read.

I also apologize if there's some switching between past and present tenses when it's not necessary. I made this story quite a while ago, it's late at night, and I wasn't willing to peer edit. I was also in a very I-wanna-write kind of mood, so that means I'm not in the mood to correct things.

I am a college student so don't expect a lot of updates after the stories I've already written. I tend to lose my writing muse A LOT now, but I have a feeling it might be coming back. Still don't expect much after the third chapter, though.

If you want an update, I'll need ONE review. We're going to start things out small... and slow, probably.

And I'm sorry if I come off as being mean or a grouch. It's just that some things need to be established... I've learned this the hard way, so yeah. I'm actually a very nice person. But anyways, I'll need reviews!