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~

(Lol, maybe because you said you speak so many on your profile )

 

Jil blinked, looking at Fran from the reflection on his polished crown.

"Sh

(I do. NINE. LANGUAGES. That doesn't mean everyone should start speaking to me in German and French. )

 

"Um...thank you?" He complimented half-heartedly, looking up at the crown. He felt a tingly feeling when he wore it. It wasn't the same as his heavy-ass hat that he had to lug around for the whole day.

( Well tel them that?)

 

Jil smiled, adjusting the light accessary.

"No need to thank me? King's know when they are appreciated. Unlike idiotic princes." The blond tutted, playing with a piece of his hair as he walked backwards and sat lazily on the edge of Fran's bed. "So? What exactly do you feel for my brother?"

Fran blinked. "Feel?" He thought for a moment. When he said 'feel' it kind of sounded like he was referring to romantic feelings. But he knew better than that. He knew that Bel was with Squalo, and that stealing was wrong. But he didn't really have those kind of feelings in the first place. "Well...I don't know. I guess I have..." He searched for the appropraite word. "Neutral feelings for him."

Jil nodded slowly, thinking for a moment.

"Really? He shows such distaste towards you, judging from how you compare him to me. Why wouldn't you hate him?" A thought flickered into his mind but Jil disreguarded it. He hardly thought it was true.

"I dunno." Fran shrugged. He thought for a moment. "I don't really think I 'hate' anyone." (LOLYOUHIPPIE.) He retorted, looking to the ground. Was that really true? He didn't hate Squalo sometimes for being so loud? He didn't hate Kat for pestering sometimes? He didn't hate Levi for being a pervert?

(xDDD That last one made me lol.)

 

Jil smiled, shaking his head.

"I doubt that's true. You don't really care about them like a family or anything right? It's not like they can ever be concerned with you." Jil stated, before pausing and thinking about his word placement carefully. "I mean, to them, your really just a replacement for the original Mist Guardian; Viper." Which...wasn't entirely a lie. That's why he was even in the Varia, right? To fill the position until he died and another would come. He probably wasn't anyone really special in the Varia. Easily used, easily replaced. That's what the mafia was. Harsh. Cold. And usually, uncaring.

(But it's true. "I'M NOT YOUR BITCH, LEVI DON'T EVEN.")

 

"I know that." He gulped again. Sure, he was only a replacement. But even n00bs like him had soft spots. "I don't like thinking about it." He stated bluntly. The only emotion he had felt when recruited was confusion. He didn't want to be a replacement. It made him seem more like an object or a piece of property than a real guardian. There was a pause. "So don't bring up Mammon, please."

(OH YOU )

(Oh...poor Fran, I think I actually just felt something for him )

 

Jil was about to resist but he needed to be on Fran's god side. So he shut his mouth and nodded sullenly. As cruel as it sounded...he hoped it hurt Fran, just a bit. That was his goal afterall. To give him rebellious thoughts to the Varia. Byakuran would think very highly of him if he managed to get a spy within' the Vongola...Not to mention, he'd have someone to keep him interested.

"Sorry." He tousled his hair gently, softening his smile to a fake comforting one. "I didn't mean to upset you. I was simply reasoning with you is all." Telling you the truth...Making you want to betray them... Jil thought internally. But he didn't dare voice his opinion.

Fran looked up at him, some hope sparking. And for once he actually smiled. He hadn't smiled in so long. "Thank you." He said, giving him an almost amused look.

Jil blinked, his cold, selfish heart skipping a barely noticable beat. That smile...was so cute. So innocent, it didn't even look as though it belonged to someone from the mafia. Or someone putting their trust into one who wasn't any differet. Afterall, he was going to use him too. Jil second-guessed himself before he brushed the thoughts of regret out of his head. King's didn't regret their choices. So instead, Jil smiled back, ignoring the small conscience telling him he was wrong. He took his crown from Fran's head and plaed it back on his head before standing up and strtching, walking towards the window, catching a glimse of the clock.

"Well, I've gotta' go, I don't want to get in trouble by Byakuran-sama...just in case." Jil looked back at Fran, and gave a small wave before leaving. "See you tomorrow night."

"I..." He paused, registering what he had just said. He'd come back? A Millefiore would come back to see...a Varia? He forgot all about his frog hat laying beside him and he gave a small, barely noticable wave back and cleared his throat. "Yeah."

(FFFUUU- I can't listen to "Forgiven" by Skillet now without thinking of Jil and Fran The lyrics fit almost perfectly!)

 

?Next Night?

 

"VOOOOI!!! Fran!" Squalo's voice echoed throughout the mansion and Jil covered his ears as he entered Fran's room. The boy wasn't in there, which meant he was most likely out there with Squalo. Again, the swordsman yelled. "What took you so long yesterday?! You didn't do the dishes until after 9 o clock so Lussuria had to order pizza!" There was a huff. "After al we do for you, you still act like an ungrateful brat!" Way to be a dick Squalo...Jil rolled his eyes, crossing his legs.

 

(Damn it Squalo, you're so loud >_>)

(I'd be like, "DO THE DISHES YOURSELF, WHORE!! I'M NOT YOUR BITCH! GROW SOME BALLS OR I WILL gentleman DRAG YOU ALL OVER THE HIZZAY!!")

 

"Sorry. I was busy." He said, trying his best not to look guilty. Just because he was the newbie doesn't mean he had to take care of all the chores for God's sake. I mean, BEL sits on his lazy ass all day and HE doesn't get yelled at! He didn't feel like arguing with the likes of Squalo. He wasn't in the mood.

( That's usually me when my dad tells me to do the dishes, like right now. But this was the stupid thing-

Dad: Allie! Do the dishes!

Allie: *looks* They're already done >_>

Dad:...Re-do them.

Allie: FFFFUUU-)

 

Jil frowned, listening to the arguement. Was this eavesdropping...in a way yes.But what do you expect from Bel's brother?

"VOI! Busy?! You didn't even have any firetrucking missions brat!" Jeez...ease up asshole...Jil thought lightly, already hating the male. Of course, he now saw why Bel liked him. Exact opposites...

"Well, I was busy." He couldn't think of any excuses. Not at the moment, anyway. So he let him get mad. He wasn't going to actually TELL him that he was speaking with the Millefiore. He'd die. He'd die SLOW.

(Slow?! Dude, he'd have the most excrusiating torture EVER D: )

 

Squalo growled but threw his hands in the air and walked away.

"Whatever, don't let it happen again." Jil exhaled. Good. He hadn't been found out and Fran wasn't intending on giving him away. Looks like it was all working out perfectly...Fixing his tiara, Jil made himself comfortable on the window sill, lounging nomchalantly on the edge. It was pretty convenient that Fran had a tree outside his window to prevent him from being seen.

He went back into his room, where he usually was, and waited. He didn't like when he got yelled at; by Bel or Squalo. It was just as harsh.

 

(WAITWAITWAIT)

Jil smiled widely in seeing Fran and eagerly left his perch from the window to greet the male. Sneaking up behind him, the blond removed Fran's hat again to let him now he was here. It was about 8:45-ish so he had a good hour or so.

"Sh

He wouldn't say that he was happy to hear his voice. Because he wasn't ever happy. But he was looking forward to it. "Oh. Hi." He greeted.

Jil smiled, moving around Fran so he could sit lazily on the bed. His hands propping him up, he yawned before frowning lightly. Knives were embedded into Fran's arms and backside making him look like a cactus.

"What happened to you?" He questioned, gingerly plucking one of the knives out, immidiately recognizing it's shape.

"Bel-senpai was using me as a target. It happens all the time." He explained, pulling out the knives and bending them before throwing them in the garbage. He didn't mind having knives thrown at him, really. His birth defect helped him out a little. "It doesn't hurt though."

Jil nodded in understanding, Bel and him and done the same to each other often when they were younger. The blond sighed, shaking his head and regaining his smile."And yet you still call him senpai..." Jil shook his head before looking up at Fran. "Why is that?"

 

(GTG, I'll see you in the morning Call me when you're fully awake and such, 'kay?)

"It's a habit." Fran shrugged, fidgeting a little. "And Squalo always puts me with him on missions, so I've grown accustomed to it." He vaguely wondered why Squalo always put him with Bel and didn't go with him himself. If he liked him, then why wouldn't he? Hell, he could hear the moaning from the other room right this second!

Jil too could hear the moans coming from the room next to Fran's and snickered. So his little brother was finally getting laid. How cute. It's nice that he could find someone to love him for the psychopath he was. Course, he was one to talk. I mean, he wasn't any different really. Unless you cut out the insane blood-lust that is. Jil leaned forward, picking out the knives as well and disposing of them.

"I see. Mm....Bel is still as stupid as ever, even if he claims to be a genius~"