Reborn had ordered everyone to sit in a circle and passed each person a slip of paper earlier, telling them to draw something on it. You'd drawn the lizard on his hat, unable to think of anything on short notice, and given it to him last. Unfortunately, because you had been slow to draw, you would -ironically- now be the first to draw one out of the hat. When you pull out a paper and unfold it, what do you see?

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A smiley face, circled and everything! How simple...

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When you pulled out a little scrap of paper, you were anxious and jittery. Who could you have gotten? Gokudera, who sat a few spots down? Or maybe your neighbour, Ryohei? Your anxiety soon faded though:

"Which smartass drew a smiley face?" You asked loudly, frowning. They may have done it innocently, but you always wore your headband, and the pin on it was an obnoxiously bright yellow smiley face pin you'd won at a fair. Your eyes darted to the people you'd suspect the stunt from -Yamamoto, Mukuro, Lambo- but none of the usual suspects spoke up. "Well?"

"Ushishishi~" Your heart tripped as a sly laugh rang out in the silence and, shocked, you turned to look at the blond hitman 'prince' sitting on the arm of the couch. "the prince drew that." He murmured something to his partner, who replied smartly under his breath and took three glistening knives to his hat, and stood up. With a face-splitting grin that explained everything and nothing, Belphegor -the Varia's genius and the Ripper Prince- strutted across the circle and stood in the doorway of the closet. "Coming?"

In a flurry of overly-eager boys 'helping you up', you were on your feet and smoothing your shorts angrily as you snapped at them not to be so touchy. You wanted to maintain what little dignity you had, and that didn't involve getting a shorts wedgie or being tossed around! You crossed the circle as Belphegor had, joined by Yamamoto at some point, and whispered,

"Do I actually have to do this or can I bail?" You bit your lip as Belphegor's outline stared back at you from the shadows and swallowed. "What if he's armed?"

"No chickens." Reborn piped up from his shoulder, holding onto Yamamoto's hair for support. "Do you want Leon to come with you?" The lizard in question stuck its tongue to your cheek briefly.

"No..." You sighed, at the door and the men a few feet back. You took a deep breath, "Gokudera, you can start composing my requiem now!" and closed the closet door behind you. Was it your imagination or had a lock clicked into place with it?

"Ushishishishi~" 'Oh great!' You thought, nearly smacking your forehead. 'Now he's gonna be creepy and cut me up and hide me in the walls or something!'

"So..." You hoped small-talk would postpone your death a little. The self-proclaimed prince with you may have been gorgeous, but he was also a freaking psycho who always seemed to have a handful of knives handy. Lucky you. "A smiley face? Really?"

"You're one to talk..." His voice brushed against the back of your neck, making you jump, but you held in the squeal and spun around. Weren't you against the wall?! How could he-?

"Ushishishi~!" You squealed this time as two slender arms trapped you and pulled you against a firm chest, pulling you down without tact. You hit ground -or rather, Belphegor hit ground and you hit him- and froze stiff as you realized you were stuck in the arms of the Varia's biggest psycho. Their best, bloodiest, baddest, blond with what felt like a toned chest and- You blushed. "Caught you~."

"Yeah." You nodded, embarrassed to have been thinking about his body. "You did."

"Mhm," Belphegor nodded and you felt his nose brush your neck, making hairs stand on end and prickle. His warm breath crossed your collar and made you shiver, although you did your best to hold it in. "are you scared?"

You wondered if you could lie to him like this.

"Yeah." You admitted, taking a normal breath suddenly when you felt a little light-headed; you'd been breathing so shallowly that it made you a bit dizzy. "I am." No sense is lying to someone who probably knew it already.

You didn't expect the reply you got: "Hmmm, that's so cute." Lips touched your ear, warming your skin, and a flaming blush crossed your cheeks as he adjusted his grip on you and tilted himself into your lips. He was neither shy nor patient; licking your bottom lip, he used your shock to open your lips and deepen the kiss until your head was spinning in his grasp.

You parted briefly, panting, and his lips attacked yours again, biting and licking the little hurts with the tip of his tongue. His arms cinched tighter around your waist, making you jerk forward, and you felt your teeth clash before he hissed and pulled away. You froze:


"I'm..." Belphegor's voice was hushed -you would almost call it reverent- and suddenly he was pressing you flat to a wall and devouring your mouth. His tongue was hot and traced every curve and dip he could reach, his hands gripping tight to your curves and surely leaving marks. You turned away from the kiss, tasting copper, and whimpered as his mouth caught your jaw and he nibbled at your pulse erratically. He was everywhere -you could smell the copper in the air now- and, blind in the dark, you couldn't escape him!

His hands were gripping your hips hard, making movement hard, and you winced as his teeth made an appearance on your neck sharply. God, did he have fangs?! You couldn't resist the shaky moan as it washed up your throat and over your tongue, feeling your spine tingle pleasurably as he mouthed your neck with silky-soft lips and dagger-like teeth. The contrast was just like him; beautiful but deadly, blond and brilliant, soft but sharp.

"Bel!" You yelped, his teeth had dug deep- too deep. You felt it run down your neck and suddenly pushed with all your might against his slim shoulders. He stiffened, obviously taken off-guard, and you got him on his back. Beneath you, he shook himself as if he were waking from a dream and you heard the metallic clatter of a knife returning to its home in the Varia member's sleeve. "Belphegor?!"

"Hm?" He seemed confused. "What's wrong?" Sitting up, Belphegor pushed you back a bit and you went back- you got off his lap, despite the lingering grip on your waist, and got to your feet. "Hey,"

"Don't." You pulled back and tried to staunch the wetness on your throat. It was a sting, nothing major, but the idea that he'd drawn blood was enough to chill what was worse, he wasn't even slightly embarrassed or sorry that he had! "I think I'm bleeding."

When you got silence, you realized that this wasn't exactly protocol for an assassin. In his line of work, there was supposed to be blood, or it meant he hadn't done the job right. Carding a hand through your hair, you sighed and got down on your knees again.

"Are you alright?" You asked, glancing at the door. There was a low rumble of noise outside, but you had no idea what time it was, or how long you'd been in here with him. Someone could come in at any minute! "I jumped and we hit teeth, and then you got..."

"The Prince is fine," Belphegor sniffed, shifting and brushing against your knee. He was tense now and you could feel him in the small space like a temperature change. "we have a minute left." He sat back, scooting to the far wall, and you frowned at his sudden change. Where was the creepy laugh and the 'I'm-a-prince' demeanor now?

Taking the freaky chance presented, you didn't sit back and wait out the last minute like you normally would. You crawled over, ignoring his small questioning noise, and sat close beside him:

"Are you okay?" You asked again, surprised you had so much pluck with so little time. Raising a hand, you tentatively found his chin and you leaned forward. You felt his lips twitch -you got that close- and then he kissed you as if you were made of tissue paper. You pressed your tongue forward, feeling a hunch tug at your mind, and he opened his mouth gently under it.

'Where is it?' You wondered, 'We clashed teeth and... aha!' Your tongue ran over a bump near the edge of his lip and you pulled back with a small gasp. He followed a little, breathing evenly to your own ragged gasps.

"I'm sorry," You whispered, "Your lip is-" "The Prince is fine now." Belphegor kissed you again, quicker, and he grinned at you, his white teeth sparkling in the light from the main room. "The Princess' kiss fixed me," Another quick kiss and you realized there was light. The door was open! "if you know what I mean. Ushishishishi~!" You blushed darkly as he got up, still kneeling there, and he walked away with his laugh teasing your red cheeks all the way to his seat.

Embarrassed, you struggled to your feet and hurried to your seat with your eyes trained on the floor. You didn't want to see anyone, or meet anyone's eyes, or -God forbid!- meet his eyes now that everyone had seen you together.

"Princess~," Belpehgor called laughingly, his smile visible even though you weren't looking at him. "let's play again soon. The Prince has always liked games..."

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A/N: I don't even know what to say, other than I like it. :) I've sort of lost my muse for BCH, but don't worry; ISLID and CSTN are still in progress. They don't take as much historical research as BCH, and they make me feel all fuzzy inside.