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Silhouette -- Ch.2

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"Silhouette"

Chapter 2

"Night Walker"

+Silhouette+


He was suffocating. He could feel the hand on his neck pressing against his windpipe and forcing him into the wall.

His head lolled back at the lack of oxygen and the struggle of his lungs trying to get air.

"Keshesheshe, idiot Bel, you lose again."


The Prince snapped up, eyes searching the dark room for some source of comfort, just to come up empty.

"Shishishishi... how stupid of me." Rasiel was dead, that stupid cockroach, and so was Mammon. Nothing to fear, and nothing to comfort the fear that wasn't there. How empty...

The blond stood up and pulled his pants and the shirt from yesterday on, wanting to get out of the slowly closing in room for fresh air.

The Storm took to getting rid of useless grunts who had angered him, Xanxus, or Squalo to blow off steam. If they were going to be annoying and useless, no one would miss them, not to mention how easily they were replaced.

He started wandering the dark halls for misbehaving pains that were out past midnight. The loud crash up the stairs ahead of him only made the Prince smirk at prey that was so easy to find.

The silver knife glistened in the light from the open window curtain onto its target.

"Ow, Sempai, that hurt."

God damn it. That monotone brat again.

"What the hell are you doing up here?"

"I believe I'm in the process of getting lost, Bel-Sempai. Could you help me?" The mint hair could be seen, washed out to look almost silver when he passed a window.

"As if," The older boy hissed, heading back down the staircase. What a waste of time. The little brat could get lost and die in the mansion for all he cared; it was none of his business. Hopefully, they'd stop trying to replace Mammon once this piece of shit disappeared.

"Seeeempa-!" the younger one's annoying elongation of the elders title was cut short as he fell over the wire Bel had set up when he first came out, and crashed into the knife-and-wire trickster.

"Ow... Why is that even there? What if long-haired captain tripped on it?"

"Who gives a fuck? Stop following me!" The prince stabbed at the mint haired again, pushing him off.

"I could have fallen down the steps again..."

"Shishishi, so what?" The new Mist looked rather funny, teal hair in disarray, and knives scattering his night-wear black tank top and shorts like a porcupine.

"I don't think the long-haired captain would be happy to put the new Guardian in the infirmary..."

"Tch, Squalo has been in the infirmary tons of times, you should go at least once, and die there," He growled, walking along the hallway to leave the fifteen year old there.

"Bel-Sempa-" The younger was shut up when the annoyed blond threw the knife again, hitting the youngers chest, close to his heart.

It hurt! The pain kept ebbing at him; but Fran bit the tears, the cries, the whimpers, he held it all back, breathing slowly to try and keep it all hidden.

Bel kept walking down the hall.

"What a fucking freak."

The words didn't hurt Fran, but as soon as Bel disappeared in the darkness, he let out a tiny, self-satisfying whine and a few tears, slowly removing the blade. It wasn't in nearly as deep as an assassin as good as Bel would want it, meaning the blond had little intentions to kill him- er, kill him right now. However, he was still bleeding, and it had caused his fried nerves to act up.

"...That really hurt," He whispered to himself, voice quivering for a moment as he regained his control.

"...Asshole." He bent the knife in half, glaring coldly at it and tossing it in front of Bel's room before regaining his monotone mask and going back to bed.

+Night Walker+

Belphegor looked up through a curtain of blond hair as Fran came down the stairs the next morning, no showings of his attack on the kid last night. Damn, what a shame.

"Hey, indésirables, what's with the stupid hood?"


Fran had come downstairs with the hood up on his Varia jacket.

"I figured if you're going to throw more of your stupid shit at me, I should at least have a layer of protection..." Bel was surprised that, although it held a slight tone of sarcasm, it was still boringly monotone...

"Speaking of which..." the Prince threw a few more at him, watching as he flinched beneath the stings.

"You're completely acting like a child, Bel-sempai. Those hurt."

"Belphegor, you leave him alone!" The eldest Guardian was in the kitchen in front of the stove, Fran easily detecting the sweet smell of cinnamon and floating aroma of bacon.

"...Mama, what's for breakfast?" He asked, sitting next to the blond.

Fran felt himself fall as the chair disappeared from under him, the Prince with the back in his hand.

"...Mama said to leave me alone, Sempai."

Lussuria seemed to be loving his new nick name and hit the unsuspecting blond with the still-warm spatula.

Both missed the momentary smile on the Mists face as he got cinnamon toast and bacon and disappeared to another room to ignore the throwing of frying pans and kitchen knives.
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Story: Silhouette
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Fandom: KHR!

Pairings: BelViper & BelFran


AN:

I'm sorry it's a little cut and dry, I nbeed to kill some time while I work on the real chapter that wont be ready until after New Years. That, and I'm at my grandparents house, with little inspiration, an infected computer that cant update firefox, so DA will randomly give me a message popup that says "Please Upgrade your browser to access DeviantArt" and then DA will shut down...

My apologies, the next chapter is going to be bettter, it's half done and on the way.
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GooddayRocker's avatar
this is really good :D