Silhouette -- Ch. 4

"Silhouette"

Chapter 4

"Difficult"

+Silhouette+


He was starting to get much better at this. Instead of wearing the sleek black and fuzzy hood 24/7, Fran was now only slipping it over his teal locks when he could sense the knife wielder nearby. He could dodge if he wanted to, but he feared he'd start throwing more than one if he dared evade it.

In retaliation to this tactic, he got something even worse.

"Pack up." The gruff command came from the twenty-three year old as he passed the smaller boy, shoving him back into the room he had been walking out of.

"Stupid prince. You can't get rid of me that easily you know."

"Tch. I'm not an idiot! Sadly, you've proven to be a smarter foe then that. We're going on a mission. Alone~."

Fuck. He was going to be killed.

Meretrice?


"This is a mission?" Fran asked, bored, leaning against the wall looking over the crowed in the streets.

"No, it's grunt work."

"Then why are we here?"

"It's your first mission. Have you ever even killed anyone before?"

"I'm in the Varia, aren't I?"

"That doesn't mean anything."

"I have."

"On purpose?"

The question left Fran silent for a moment, before he turned back to the blond. "Pay attention."

The Prince shook his head. Fran could almost picture him rolling his eyes - except he had no idea what color they would be.

Fran peeked past the pillared wall again. "Isn't that our guy?"

Bel looked over, nodding. "Yup. Leaving the building, completely at ease~. The young and ever-so talented Amir, young boss of a tiny four-member family trying to recruit a gang against us. Uggggh, it's waaaaaay too eeeeaaaaaasy..." He dragged out the words due to boredom.

"Good, let's get it over with then..."

"Pull your hood down, you look suspicious. And stupid." The blond pulled the white fuzzy hood down.

"Hey..."

"We should make this more interesting." The blond smirked, unbuttoning Fran's jacket as well.

"Can't we just get it over with?"

"Ushishishishi~ That wouldn't be any fun at all~!" A large grin crossed his face as he blond moved from their spot first, heading towards the target.

"Bel - wait." Fran started to wonder if the insane man was about to purposely blow their cover.

Fran froze as he saw the twenty-three year old chatting with the target, and pointing at him. Before Fran knew it, the fifteen year old was faced with the two of them.

"Bukankah dia cantik?* " Bel purred, getting a nod. Unfortunately, one of Fran's seven chosen languages* hadn't been Malay-Indonesian, and he didn't understand what was happening. "Dia hanya tidak dapat membantu tetapi mengagumi anda dari jauh - kakak saya hanya suka kerja anda.* Dia terlalu pemalu - tidak bercakap menjilat Malaya!*"

Fran wasn't really sure how he had gone from spying behind a wall to being the focus of attention, but he broke out of his trance when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

It was a simple reaction really; grabbing the man's wrist and bending it back. The feel of a bullet whizzing past him from behind just pushed him into auto pilot

The illusionist ducked, watching Belphegor quickly put a knife to their targets neck - saying something Fran could only assume was to call off the gunman.

A flash of silver like that in public could cause a bit of a public disturbance. Feeling the next bullet graze his arm, Fran set up a small illusion - a simple magic trick to make them 'disappear' so to speak.

In ten seconds flat, Fran and his older partner had moved on - leaving the dead body of their grunt work worthy target in the streets of Milan.

"Why do you have to make things difficult?"

"Because otherwise it's no fun, so why the fuck not?" He smirked proudly.