Okay so this is a KHR RP with Belyxsh...well, another one. It's basically the same as WDNTW but we're going to make it NO LESS than 3-4 sentences. Okay, you know the drill.

 

 

Couple

 

Jil x Fran

 

 

Belyxsh, start it off my lovely partner :'D~

Fran sat in his room. Laying in fetal position. He reminded himself of Mammon sometimes. Adjusting his frog hat, he tilted his turquoise gaze to the floor.

Jil sighed, leaning against the window sill above Fran's head with his usual crooked grin on his face. It was a brisk night outside but he wasn't going to go in yet. Even King's had secrets to keep to themselves, and his was to not have Fran notice him until necessary . He wouldn't want him going to tell the rest of the Varia that they were being stalked by the Millefiore.

Fran let his legs that were hugged to his chest slide down to the floor and he sighed. Why was it that he was always so bored? It was either he was being attacked by Bel, sitting in his room or being harassed by Kat. He didn't care for any of the three. Actually, he wouldn't mind getting a girlfriend or something...but not Kat. She wasn't his type.

(Well gee, that makes my day >_> JK, it's okay. She probably knows that ^^')

 

Jil tilted his head to the side, resisting the urge to drum his fingers on the wood his folded arms rested on. It was quite a pain being in this position, he'll admit. One movement out of place and the wood creaked, giving him away. Internally, the blond sighed along with Fran, simultaneously agreeing with him...even if he hadn't known it. He was bored too. Sure Byakuran was entertaining and Olgert followed his every command but...no one really cared. Actually, no one cared that was interesting. But this Fran...he was interesting; different. Could he...maybe be the one? Slowly, the smile dripped into a frown.

He thought that if he had a girlfriend, he would be happier. But Xanxus wouldn't let them go out to look for dates. Or even let them let sex get in the way. He didn't even know what he liked in a girl. Hell, he could very well be gay.

 

He was lonely...

(Poor Fran D: )

 

Jil smiled again, noticing the small signs of distress crossing the boy's features. Almost like playing pretend, he cautiously let his hand drift down above Fran's head, pretending to ruffle his hair soothingly. That is, before letting his arm hand and of the fingertips just barely brush the small hairs sticking up. This Fran was quite cute to...

He gasped, feeling something touseling his hair softly. He figured that it was probably ony the wind...Even though he distinctly remembering it being a little damp and windless today. He gulped. This feeling didn't feel like the wind at all. It felt more like fingers.

(Lol, Kat from downstairs: MY FRAN SENSES ARE TINGLING xDDD)

 

Jil flinched just slightly at the intake of breath Fran gave out and immediately pulled it up, ready to jump away from the ledge at a moments notice. Then again...maybe he just realized something. Jil's muscles relaxed. Yeah...he probably just remembered something from earlier that day. Still, it didn't stop the blond's heart from thumping in his chest like it was about to hammer itself out.

Fran heard something definitely that time. He looked up, blinking.

 

"Who are you?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.

Jil frowned, seeing that he had been caught, and cowered back just slightly. That is before, before regaining his grin.

"Shesheshe~ It's pretty rude of you to not introduce yourself first." Jil cooed, adjusting himself freely now that he was found. Besides, unless he knew Fran wouldn't tattle, his identity needed to be kept a secret. Because God forbid Byakuran found out about this...

"Well you're the one sitting on my windowsill." He countered, getting up and moving back involuntarily. "You're from the Millefiore aren't you?"

Crap, crap, crap... Jil frowned as Fran moved back and put his hands up in defense.

"Hey, don't make assumptions. I might be and I may not be. Besides, why would it matter?" Jil retorted, pulling himself up to sit on Fran's windowsill carefully.

"Well, you're the enemy. And I should tell Xanxus that you were here..." He hesitated, biting his lip. "You look a lot like Bel." He changed the subject, taking note of the grin, hairstyle and speech pattern.

Jil blinked. He hadn't expected that statement. Let's see...play dumb or tell the truth...

"Bel? The name sounds familiar..." He lied, hiding the bitterness he felt towards his brother. "The King doesn't usually associate with commoners~" He admitted, drumming his black painted nails on the wood he was seated on. May that have given him away? Yes. Did he care? Not entirely.

Fran cocked an eyebrow. That statement totally blew his cover. "You just gave yourself away." He commented, sighing. He didn't want to deal with the Millefiore right now. Seriously, he couldn't care less if he was Bel's brother or not.

Jil gulped, hopping down from the window sill and standing up, stretching just a bit, before putting his hands in his pockets.

"Okay, fine. I'm Bel's brother, Rasiel. But the others usually call me Jil~" He smiled again, slowly advancing towards Fran. "Again, why does it matter?"

"Did you not hear what I said? You're the enemy. I'm surprised you're even associating with me." He said, noticing that he was inching his way closer every passing moment.

Jil halted his movements, looking intently at Fran from under his fringe.

"...It wasn't anywhere in my contract that I couldn't talk to you~ And I'm not hurting anybody am I?" He reasoned, grinning again despite the worried look in his eyes. He probably couldn't escape if Fran called the rest of the Varia right now.

"Well...no." He replied, fidgeting a little. "So...why are you even here?"

Jil shrugged, giving a small sigh.

"Bored I guess. The Millefiore base is a little boring when you get used to it. So I'm just looking for something interesting." He admitted, adjusting his crown from atop his head before getting serious. "You won't tell your boss I've been here will you?"

"What, are you scared of him or something?" He asked. Of course, everyone was afraid of Xanxus. Even if only a little bit. He noticed the tiara perched atop Jil's head and cocked his head to the side. It was identical to Bel's. Typical.

 

(BRB EATING.)

Jil stiffled a laugh and did a light hair flip.

"Naturally. I've heard some scary things about him?" He took into consideration of the look he recieved and followed Fran's gaze to his tiara. "Staring at the King's crown are we?"

 

(Okay )

Fran snapped out of it. "Um...yeah. You really are like Bel-senpai." He remarked, regaining his dull look. "But I guess that's predictable since you're twins and all. Though I don't think you share the same tastes."

Jil wrinkled his nose in slight disgust but quickly wiped the look off his face. Scowling, he blew some of the bangs out of his face, still keeping his eyes covered.

"I hate him...I wish we weren't so a like..." Jil mumbled, taking his crown of his head to swing it delicately around his pointer finger.

Fran shrugged. "Really, you aren't. Personality-wise anyways." He contrasted the the two in his mind. Bel hated him, though Jil seemed to take a liking to him. Jil was a little more flamboyant with his dislike for his brother.

 

(Why are so many people contacting me in foreign languages? )