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When Tsuna awoke to find himself on an unfamiliar bed with red velvet drapery and dressed in a frilly dress(that looked like the ones princesses wore in fairytales), he knew it would be a bad day. Then he heard a disturbingly familiar laugh. He turned to the source of the laugh with dread and found himself face to face with the so called Prince the Ripper.
“HIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Tsuna squealed in surprise and leapt back, only to trip over the dragging train of his dress and fell in an undignified manner back onto the bed(he didn’t even realize that he had gotten up in the first place- which said a lot about the level of shock he was in).
“Y-you’re one of the Varia! Wh-what are you doing here?! WHY AREN’T YOU IN ITALY?!” Tsuna demanded with a tinge of hysteria lining his voice. He eyed the older boy –what was his name again? The only thing that came to mind was Prince the Ripper and Knife b*****d- with trepidation as he felt around for his gloves and pills. Which were missing. So was Reborn. Which mean he was absolutely defenseless and at the mercy of one of the Varia. Not. Good. At. All.
He quickly took back his earlier thought that it would be a bad day- it was going to be absolutely horrendous, excruciatingly painful and all kinds of levels of hell. He looked up at the older blond boy with teary eyes and wondered how the hell did these kinds of bad things keep happening to him?Belphegor merely leered at him, the light glinting off his crown as he moved forward slowly, his movements very much like a cat stalking its prey.
“Shishishishi. It seems like you have finally awoken, little Vongola the tenth,” he purred as he leaned over the smaller boy’s body, cheerfully pinning him down.
“I didn’t think the chloroform would knock you out for this long,” Belphegor (Tsuna had finally pulled up his name from the depths of his mind) commented absent mindedly as he pulled out a knife from seemingly no where, twirling it around his fingers. “And since I’m a prince, I’ll answer your question only because I feel like it. I’m here in Japan because I want to find a good assassin to kill. And to find myself a princess.”
“Th-then why am I here?!” Tsuna cried as he attempted to push himself away from the blond, only to be forced down onto the bed even further as two knives appeared and sank themselves into the puffy sleeves of his dress. He gulped, remembering the reputation the Varia member had carved for himself and stayed still.
“I said I wanted to find myself a princess. After all, a prince like me should have one. And I decided to make you my princess,” Belphegor grinned as he stroked Tsuna’s cheek softly with his free hand(the other was busy pulling the strings attached to the knives taut), looking very much like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland with his giant, s**t eating grin and striped shirt. And Tsuna very much felt like Alice who had fallen into a bat s**t insane world not of her own. However, unlike Alice, he had to deal with much more than talking cats and rabbits with pocket watches and top hats. Or insane genius wanting to turn him into their so called “princess”.
“B-But WHY?!” Came his wail. He wasn’t a girl. He definitely wasn’t the slightest bit feminine looking (or so he thought. Bets were being taken at school as to whether or not he was related to Kyoko and secretly a girl- behind his and Gokudera’s back of course.) And he was pretty sure he had never spoken to Belphegor before in his life, and was pretty sure that Belphegor wanted his head on a silver platter in order to please Xanxus.
“Shishishishi.” Belphegor’s grin widened further, almost splitting his face in half as he leaned down, so his face was only a few centimeters away from Tsuna’s.
“A prince only takes the best of the best. And when a prince wants something, he always gets it. I want you, little Vongola the Tenth. And because I’m a prince, I’ll get what I want.”
Tsuna felt a surge of irritation rise up through him.
“Wa--mmmmmmmf!!” He opened his mouth to protest angrily, only to be cut off by Belphegor kissing him.
Belphegor. Kissing. Him.
He really was Alice in Wonderland. When the older boy pulled away, Tsuna found himself dazed and slightly flushed.
Belphegor merely grinned, happy at the fact that his princess really was a blushing virgin like princesses were suppose to be and leaned down once again to kiss the boy. Tsuna was too dazed to say anything against it.
Maybe being Belphegor’s princess wasn’t too bad after all. Not when it meant that he could be kissed like that.
 iLight Roxas · Sun Apr 13, 2008 @ 01:46pm · 0 Comments |
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