Masquerading

          Better HIM than that useless HERBIVORE. That’s what he tells himself, anyway, but regardless who he was lumped together with, irritation sits in his chest and almost threatens to SUFFOCATE him. Kyouya was far from pleased with the fact that he had to take on a mission with another – the VARIA of all people. However, as PRIDEFUL as he may he, he was far from the blood thirty BRAT he once used to be. Believe it or not, the Cloudian wasn’t BLIND to reason, though he often tried to disregard it if it went against his choice of life - style.

                     He did not take the mission on because he was given ORDERS, but                      in the end, there were some BENEFITS for him in the end.

          Feet carry him forward in near silent steps, hands shoved into the depth of his pockets as he approached the meet up point. Cobalt hues narrowed once the mouth of the alleyway came into sights, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. Settling to a stop before the Storm, the Skylark assessed him with a cold gaze.

                       “All the more reason for you to STAY OUT OF MY WAY,” he warned, hand falling to his side to finger his BOX WEAPON in a silent threat. The only reason he agreed to work with the other was because he was more familiar with the grounds that they had to cover.

Tsk. Cheeky brat. 

Perhaps Hibari Kyouya would be even more difficult to work with than Fran. At least Fran would follow his orders; Belphegor couldn’t even fathom relying on Hibari if he needed to, but the Cloud didn’t have a reputation for being dumb, so they would be fine.

Besides, the Prince was a g-e-n-i-u-s on his own. There wasn’t anything to worry about. Their bosses should have just sent them on their missions by themselves, cloud-storm affinity be damned. Sure, they wanted intel, but in the end, the mission required a massacre—that’s why two of the most bloodthirsty and efficient hitmen were sent to do the work.

“I’m a prince, not just your tour-guide to make sure you don’t get lost.”  

Damn, why the hell did they send the guy who hated leaving Japan to Italy!

Regardless of his words, Belphegor tucked his knives back into his coat and stalked down the alley towards a hidden set of stairs that went underground, unceremoniously kicking the doors open and jumping down the flight of steps. He simply assumed Hibari would follow, having decided he wasn’t going to baby-sit someone on-par with himself. 

     “Nothing, really. I’d just rather not put it on.”

What if she made Yosuke ask Yu to do a mock wedding... Would he do it then?

But first, she had another idea.

     “Minato hasn’t asked me and I would tell him the same thing.”

“I’m not going to give up!” she declared. She would just have to insist more and weaken him until he gave in.

     “This is a bit too familiar. I’d rather not, honestly.”

“You’d do it if my brother asked you, but not me?” 

Besides, it was all in good fun. There was no danger looming over their heads this time, and Minako had picked out a tuxedo for Yu, not a dress.