Hello… so.. the setting is in college…. Yeah… because highschool is just too mainstream.

May contain some grammatical mistakes and spelling errors.

Contains Out of Character-ness, please pardon the foolishness.

Haha… the title is just random… Because I really can't think of a title.

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Ponds and Knives

By x X DarkDestroyer X x

Prologue

Fran's Life

A young, fair, beautiful and sea-foam haired young lady was standing in front of a fancy restaurant; her features glowing and standing out despite the fact that the streets were so dark. She was looking at her wrist watch from time to time as if waiting for someone. Suddenly, a tough looking man with a bad boy aura approached her.

"Yo, Oujo-chan~ wanna grab some drink?" asked the man as he snickered; the smell of his strong Axe perfume flowing with the wind.

The beautiful young lady turned towards the voice and her eyes began to widen. Not because of fear, but because of admiration. This beautiful young lady has weird fetishes among bad and tough looking guys.

"A-ah, sure." Answered the young lady; smiling kindly and blushing a little. This bad boy here triggers her attention.

"Oh, you're not a native Japanese, right?" the tough-looking man asked.

"Un*, I'm French. You? you're not a native Japanese too, right? Your accent is different." The young lady said; smiling a smile that can melt even the hardest hearts.

"Haha, you really have sharp ears. I'm half american. Come on, let's go." The tough man laughed as he turned on his heels and began to walk away.

The young lady smiled before she followed behind him towards a random bar.

And this is when their relationship starts…

Their relationship was not easy. Despite their endless love for each other; the young lady's parents have to bitch around. They forced the two young lovers to separate, but their love was just too strong.
And the young lady's fetish for bad boys was also too strong.

Therefore, despite the difficulties, they managed to marry each other.

And then, a child named Fran was born….

He was a boy and all of his features were from his mother, the only inheritance he got was his father's gender. But the strangest among his features were the inverted triangle markings under his eyes. No one knows where it came from. Maybe a birthmark?

Everything was going smooth, the young lady's parents accepted the baby.
And also the father, though reluctantly. They became a one big happy family.

But his father, being the leader of the biggest Yakuza* in Japan, knows nothing in taking care of a child.

"A-ahh…" droned a four-month old Fran; looking up at his father as he pointed a man that was throwing his baby up.

"Huh? You want to do that, Fran?" asked his father; his voice scary as a demon but his baby didn't even shiver. Fran's teal eyes gleamed with interest as he nodded his head playfully.

"Haha…." His father laughed; a laugh that was similar to a devil's as he ruffled Fran's soft, teal hair. He lifted Fran up and walked towards the center of the park.

Fran smiled and waved his arms playfully; urging his father to toss him up.

"Yosh…" His father murmured before he angled himself and Fran. "UPSY DAISY!" he shouted before with all of his strength, threw Fran up into the sky. Fran's small figure immediately disappeared as he reached 130 meters above the ground.

"Haha… Man, that was fun." His oblivious father said; laughing before he placed his hands on his nape. He then walked towards a nearby bench and sighed; thinking how happy he was with his child.

But a sudden thought crosses his mind and his eyes widened. "Shit. That's over 120 meters. And that kills people!" He shouted as he pulled his dyed hair in frustration. Suddenly, Fran's laughter echoed through the air and he immediately ran towards it.

"EXCUSE ME!" He shouted; gaining the attention of the mothers strolling around the park. He ran as fast as his aging limbs can. Fran was still giggling; completely oblivious that if he reached the ground, his four-month and twenty days life will officially end.

But luckily, his father catches him in time. "Whew… A close call." His father mumbled as he panted. All of the people, mostly mothers, looked at him as if he was an unknown species.

After two years, Fran immediately showed a great potential. A very much, much great potential.

"Wah! He's only two and he can do factoring?! Wow!" His grandmother clasped her hands together as she smiled happily.

Indeed, a very great potential.

During Fran's seventh birthday, no one was there but his mother. Since his grandparents were too old and his father have fights regarding owning a certain Kanto, that's why there were only the two of them. It was not lonely or happy, just a normal mother and son dinner in a very fancy restaurant.

"Excuse me, Ma'am, may I take your orders?" the waiter asked politely; smiling.

Fran's head turned towards from the book that he was reading to the waiter that was waiting. He opened his small mouth and inhaled. "I wish to devour the UNBORN!" he said before he returned in reading his book.

"Wha-?" The waiter was about to ask but Fran's mother beat him to it. "Eggs, he wanted eggs." His mother stated before she stated her order.

A very great potential.

During middle school, Fran decided to show no emotion, because it made him cooler and not like a girl. When he was in elementary, he smiled once, ONCE. And he almost got raped. And now, he shows no emotion, afraid that if he'll do, he will lose his virginity and innocence, not like he didn't know such things.

Therefore, his thug of a father trained him…

"Papa, Kyousuke took my PSP!" Fran said to his father; tugging the hem of his father's shirt with his little fist.

His father sighed as he kneeled down to be eye to eye with his son. "Fran, you need to be a man and fight them." He said before he ruffled his son's soft teal hair.

Fran's gaze turned to the side and then back at his father. He then nodded his head before he ran towards the street. "Watch my fight, papa." Fran said as he looked over his shoulder; an aura of manliness emitting from him.

His father smiled; thinking of how manly his son is. Despite his girly appearance, he sure is a true man inside. He followed Fran towards his destination.

It took five minutes and 12 seconds for Fran to finish off five upperclassmen and four classmates of his; which is great for a first-timer.

"Nice job, Fran." His father complimented as he again, ruffled Fran's hair. Fran smiled at his father; his cute appearance and aura never-changing despite the fact that he was covered in bruises.

And that was when Fran's to-be-a-delinquent training has started.

His trainings did not affect his grades. Besides, during high school, Fran accelerated in all of his subjects that even the teacher cannot solve his questions. That's why he graduated from high school at the age of 14.

After Fran graduated, he dedicated three years of his life in his grand parent's business. In short, he became the president of one of the biggest company in Asia at the age of 14 and he retreated at the age of 17.

After that, Fran got bored and decided to challenge his self more. Therefore, he decided to study a five-year course in Vongola University as physical therapist and also, he decided to live alone.

He found a great house. It was great, indeed.

But one thing Fran hates.

He was not alone. There were two of them occupying the house.

And Fran hates it…

He really does…

But he just shrugged it off and hoped that his house-mate will not bitch around.

He really does hope…

Belphegor's Life

The marriage of Belphegor's mother and father was not that hard. No one objects, no one complains. Try to complain and your corpse will never be found, even by Conan. It was a smooth marriage, they love each other, they marry each other. That's just it.

Of course, there were some conflicts in any relationships. No relationship is perfect.

That's why when Belphegor was born…

"No! He has my eyes! Look at my iris! It's blue!" shouted his father at his mother; pointing towards the confused icy blue eyes of Belphegor.

"I don't care! He has my nose! His nose is very pointy and perfect!" shouted his mother to his father; pointing towards the small, slightly pointed nose of Belphegor.

"He has the color of my hair! It's blonde!" his father said as he pointed at his own hair and at Belphegor's almost growing hair.

"Italian blood is stronger than British blood!" his mother argued.

"So what? You're half-Japanese." his father reasoned; looking at his mother with a mocking grin.

"You're half too and I don't care! He has my brains for sure!" his mother shouted; putting her hands on his waist.

"That's why you're brainless!" his father shouted; doing the same action of her wife.

"Fucktard…" his mother murmured before she launched at her beloved husband.

"You fucking ogre, get off me!" his father said, pulling his beloved wife away from him.

Yes, some arguments…

One year later…

His father and him were alone in their room; his father entertaining him and he laughing at his father.

"Come on, baby. Say 'fuck'" his father said; urging Belphegor to copy him.

"…" Belphegor went silent; looking at his father with confused eyes.

"come on, say 'fuck'" his father ordered; slightly giggling from his ridiculous idea.

Suddenly, the door opened and caught his father off guard.

"Ahaha… say 'daddy'" his father tried to cover his sin.

"Oh, seems you're having fun with your son." His mother said; smiling brightly.

"ahahaha…" his father laughed nervously.

"Let me teach him too.." his mother said before she walked over her husband and son. "Come on, say 'Mommy'" she ordered; smiling.

"Fuck." Belphegor said; smiling widely.

"What?" his mother asked; confusion and slight anger painted on her face.

"Fuck!" Belphegor repeated; giggling after.

"What the-?! Who the hell taught you that?!" his mother asked loudly; making his husband lose all of his blood.

"Daddy!" Belphegor happily shouted.

"You goddamn troll!" his father shouted at Belphegor as he prepared to run away.

"You're the one who is a troll! Come back here, mother fucker!" his mother shouted as he chased his beloved husband around the house.

A one big happy family, indeed.

When Belphegor was in kindergarten and elementary school, he was a very lively and happy child.

After one incident during his middle school

"Die! Die! Ushishishi…" Belphegor shouted as he slashed the man in front of him; he was in bliss.

Suddenly, the door flew open, revealing his mother and father.

"Ah, Bel, don't play that!" his father shouted as he ran towards the young boy.

"Ah! Bel, GTA is all about violence, stop playing it!" his mother warned; walking towards her son.

"No, I'll tell you, it lets me know the world." Belphegor reasoned; nervousness and eagerness present in his voice.

"Then show us how you play it." His father challenged him. Then, both of his parents took a few steps away from their son.

Belphegor nodded and played the game. What he did was the most unbelievable thing a GTA player will do; not killing people, obeying the rules, following the traffic light and not to carnap. His parents looked at each other and smiled; knowing well that their son has not been developed into a raging gamer.

"Okay son, we trust you." His father said as he ruffled Bel's hair. They left the room; being proud of their only son.

After his parents were entirely gone, Belphegor laughed. A high-pitched laugh that resembles a devil.

"Ushishishi! I lied!" he shouted before he got back to the game and proceeded on killing all the civilians.

A very serious incident, indeed…

And that was the reason why Belphegor gained his insanity.

In high school, Belphegor suddenly gained interests in knives. Why? Their teacher asked them to do props during their Drama activity, though Belphegor didn't know why he was in this subject.

They were making props and he was assigned into making the knives, the plastic knives. And randomly, he has taken interest in them.

That was when he invested his one-year allowance into buying pocket knives.

He used it. Not to kill people but to kill insects. He hated insects, specifically flies.

He believed that flies were the dumbest living creature in this earth. They managed to get in such a tiny hole but they can't get out in a gay-ass big hole.

He really despised them.

Even now that he was going to college, he still despised the flies. Well, everyone hates those.

He was excited in going to college, he didn't even know why. He was just excited.

Maybe because he was living alone? No, it's not that. He was not living alone. Some peasant just wanted to watch the world burn and live in the same house with him.

He really hated the idea of some mammal that carried some unidentified insect will have the same air, same water and same electricity bill with him.

He really does hate it.

But he has no choice since the other choices were far more worse. Worse because he had to live in a dorm in which more peasants have to breath the same air with him. That's why he chose this.

He hoped that this peasant will not be an annoying one.

Tsudzuku.

So, how was it? Kind of scattered? Haha… but the next chapter will be published!

This is kind of short but… well… never mind.

*Yakuza is like gangster? Delinquent, thugs or some sort of yeah... Yahoo it. hahaha.

*un is a polite way of saying 'yes'

Uhm, in case you don't know, GTA stands for Grand Theft Auto.

Please Review!
And you know why I got the idea of Fran not being weak? Well, I've come to a certain fiction and saw "blab la blab la blab la… Fran is not WEAK! I LOVE FRAN!" so I thought "Oh yeah, Fran is really weak in all of the stories out there… why not make him strong?" so I decided it….

Anyway, please review. Thanks….