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Fran sighs through his nose as he stares at the white ceiling.

This is it. I'm so going to get kicked out of the Varia by Xanxus. So much for training. I'm going to be thrashed for being weak.

He sighs once more before putting his non injured hand over his eyes as he tried to calm his nerves down.

I wonder how I'm going to get punished…. Wil I be shot by Xanxus? Or get thrashed by the other members? Or worse… mauled by Bester?

Fran's face paled at this thought. He thought of his grandmother still in France, how he was going before her and how she would be left alone. Slowly, as morbid thoughts clouded his mind, he drifted to sleep.

1 day before…..

" Shi shi shi shi…."

" Ite. Bel senpai. Stop throwing your knives at me." A lazy Fran drawls out while his legs were propped up on the living room table.

A pop mark emerges on Belphegor's forehead as he proceeds to aim another 4 knives into Fran's frog head. This time, there was no reaction from the younger boy. Seeing that Fran wasn't replying Belphegor, he lost fun in stabbing him and decided to carry out his task before he got into trouble withSqualo and Xanxus.

" The shark captain and Boss wants to see you. Better get your ass up Froggy~ Shishihishishi~"

Fran grumbles under his breath about a Saturday being ruined before heading up to the Boss's room.

As usual, even before he entered the room he was welcomed very loudly by a certain swordsman's voice and a wine glass aimed to his head.

Seems like it's a bad day for both of them huh

After half an hour of screaming, crashing things, and more screaming, Fran finally got out of the room. If he didn't understand Squalo wrongly, he was supposed to go for a mission with the Varia that night.

That night, as they prepared to go for a mission, Fran's stomach started flip flopping. Afterall, it was his first mission with the Varia that most probably he had to fight in. And being the most unexperienced Varia member, he was feeling jittery despite the deadpanned expression on his face.

Basically, when they were on the mission field, Fran didn't know what he was doing anymore. The adrenaline of being on a mission and being alert sent his brain into overdrive. He executed each illusion with precision and skill, and he tried his best to focus, just like how Master and Mammon had taught him.

Although he was still somewhat skilfully trained, the fighting was taking a toll on his body and he was weakening.

Master is going to stab me later.

And although it was kind of ironic, the thought of being stabbed by Mukuro's trident pushed him to keep fighting.

Finally, they were done. Bodies of the enemies littered the floor and blood was flung all over. It was a bloody mess, but to the Varia, it most probably was another piece of beautifully painted art. Lussuria was calling for people to dispose the bodies while the others were just standing around. It was during then when a skilled illusionist concealed in an illusion aimed his rifle at Xanxus. Fran and Xanxus had sensed his presence, but it was too late.

BANG! BANG!

The Varia turned to their boss in concealed shock as they expected to see his blood splatter. (We're talking about the Varia here. So violence is a must.) But Xanxus shifted at the last moment and the bullet went straight for Fran who almost dodged out of the way in time.

But, he tripped, on his shoelaces and the bullet shot into him. For a few seconds, no blood splattered, and the dull "thud" they heard wasn't from Xanxus either.

But it was from Fran.

BANG! BANG!

Another two shots rang out from Xanxus's guns. Lussuria rushed over to Fran who was lying out cold on the ground and proceeded healing him with sun flames. Squalo was making a call for the medics. Levi was on the ground after being kicked in the butt by Xanxus for fussing too much over his beloved boss and Bel was just quiet. Not even a "shi" from him.

And so the last thing Fran saw before he blacked out was Xanxus's boots.