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        For the next few days Bel stayed in his room. He wouldn't let Fran in, but Lussuria managed to get a bandage on his arm and the grunts were ordered to bring him food. Of course, Bel put every underling in the hospital the moment they stepped foot in his room. From what everyone could tell, all he did up there was polish his knives, throw them at something, then polish them again.        Fran, on the other hand, came out of his room. He lived his life like normal, just quieter than usual. And occasionally he would find himself outside of Bel's room, poised to knock, but the sound of knives thudding against the door would make him ret

Rowena through the night sky rode        In blue and bronze attire; Her broom sped on, swift and fearless,        She steadily climbed higher. Her prey flew on its frantic course,        The golden ball soon was caught, Rowena landed with delight,        The Snitch fluttered, quite distraught Her pretty daughter, Helena,        Was aghast with jealousy And swore that one day she would be        In the spotlight, furiously. "The broom is thin and made of wood        And quite hard to control; On high beware the speedy Bludgers,        Chaser making a goal; Against the quick other seeker,        Thy form is all unstee

       Spade choked back a sob as he looked down at the body before him. The cold metallic feel of the gun suddenly felt like it was burning him and he quickly dropped it, letting it splash the crimson blood over his feet. He took a half step back, only to bump into something warm and solid. He looked up to see his father.        "Good job, Spade. That cat deserved it. Congratulations on your first kill." He patted the young rabbit-boy's back. "Welcome to the mafia."                        &#

        Bel woke up, ruffled, but pleasurable. His hair was pointing every which way, still covering his eyes, and his tiara was on, but had fallen to the side. He looked around wondering where he was, since this room and bed certainly didn't match his crimson taste, eyes landing on the form asleep next to him.        Gokudera.        "Shishishi~" Bel chuckled, last night coming back to him, clear as a diamond, and he reached for a knife. He softly pulled on Gokudera's shoulder so the younger boy's chest was facing upward. Leaning over him, knife in hand, Bel carefully carved his name in tiny letters just under Gokudera's collarbone.  

“Damn you….” Debi growled as he leaned to the side. Lights flashed, swords clashing, what to do.. “NO NO!! Go to the right Debbiiiiitoooooo” Jasdero spoke as he too leaned to his side, but not so that he would hit his twin. “That’s my region.” “Oh you WISH!” Debi smirked and shot his fist up in the air. “Oohhhh I just got you..” “Oh no you didn’t..” Jasdero smirked. Debbito gasped and blinked, looking at the screen. Thump.. “You…” he leaned towards the tv screen and blinked. “You didn’t just…” “Oh but I did brother~”

        Bel lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind was blank and the only thing he could feel was a dull pain in his arm. His crimson blood dripped from the gash slashed across it and fell into a shallow puddle on the floor, where it seemed to disappear as it blended in with the carpet.        He raised his arm to watch the droplets slide toward his elbow and mumbled, "My royal blood..."        Someone knocked on the door, and Bel looked up, growling, "That better not be the toad."        "No, no," said Lussuria, opening the door and coming inside, "It's just me." He stopped right in front of the door after closing it and surv

 The Varia were all sitting in their lounge. All except Fran. The TV was on, though no one seemed to be enjoying it. Xanxus remarked about how everything on was trash, annoying Squalo to no end. Occasionally Squalo would lose it and he would stand up and shout profanities at his boss, who would then hit the commander real hard to quiet him. Lussuria, all the while, commented on how their behavior was like that of a married couple. Levi just wanted Xanxus's attention but was promptly ignored. And Bel, well Bel was not acting like his normal self at all. He was sitting off to the side, fuming silently over something that had happened earlier th

 "I think we should go out shopping today," Jackie said as she folded yet another torn maroon shirt and placed it on top of the now rather threadbare blue suit. "But I like my suit!" the Doctor protested, hurriedly removing his hands from under Rose's shirt. Jackie rolled her eyes and pretended not to notice. "Rose, don't I like my suit?" The Doctor turned to Rose when Jackie ignored him and continued folding the laundry. "Yes you do, Doctor," Rose smiled. "It's torn to bits though!" Jackie glared at them as they grinned and nudged each other. "You–" "Jackie Tyler, if you say I should get my money back I swear-"The Doctor warned.