Rating: T - Swearing, minor violence later, but mainly fluff.

Disclaimer: Amano Akira-sensei owns Reborn! and all its characters; I solely use them for writing funtimes.

Author's Note: These two really are my top favorites. Again, I find they're better off together; thoughts?

Lazily combing his hand hair until it flipped at the edges, the softly grinning youth glanced at himself in his large mirror, before gently situating a priceless tiara upon his voluminous hair.

Suddenly, however, all amusement on his complexion faltered.

"Voiii, Bel, hurry the Hell up!"

Completely ignoring the raucous voice, he focused back on his features, before a flamboyant male pranced to his side.

"Are you almost done, Bel? Squalo-kin's starting to throw a tantrum downstairs~."

Once he made sure his fringe entirely covered his eyes from view, the blond turned his attention to his older sibling.

"Shishishi, such an ugly creature shouldn't be hurrying a Prince —"

He found himself interrupted mid-sentence as said silver-haired male barged into his room, his brute force causing the door literally to fly off its hinges.

"What'd I just say, fucker? Put down your damn make-up and let's go —!"

Abruptly, he stopped himself from continuing as an intricately designed knife was thrown at his face.

Staring at the metal weapon wide-eyed, incredulous, he turned back around to the younger blond with a feral snarl, vein bulging at his temple.

"No screaming, peasant~." He simply answered.

Opening his mouth to retort, the attention of all three was collected at a soft sigh from the doorway.

"Squalo, you're wasting gas and money by leaving the car on. Again."

Deciding with simply flipping off his younger brother, the silver-haired adolescent begrudgingly left, fuming as he stomped to the driveway.

Curiously watching the purple-haired youth with a smirk, the youngest ran his hand through his tresses one final time.

"Bye-bi, Lussuria, Mammon~."

Picking up his book-bag with a silvery laugh, he took off after a flippant trill of his fingers, happy to go bother Squalo with his mere presence once more.

Immediately, the two older siblings rid themselves of the whimsical feint they wore as Mammon plopped onto a rather comfy-looking bed.

He looked over at Lussuria, whom seemed to be thumbing the edges of a frame forlornly.

"You didn't tell him, did you, Lussuria?"

Pursing his lips, he set the frame back in its place as he watched his two younger brothers depart for school, bickering as usual.

"Mah, if you really wanted him to know, why didn't you tell him~?"

Exhaling another sigh, the darkly clad male spared a glance at the photo himself, studying the black-haired man depicted evanescently before answering.

"Not really; I just felt it would have been a smoother new semester if he knew beforehand."

Sinking into the blond's vanity chair with a weary sigh as well, Lussuria combed through the jagged edges of his red-dyed hair, though the act itself was pointless.

"Even you know that's not true, Mammon."

Closing his eyelids for a moment, giving him a rather weathered look, he frowned at a lingering memory slowly seeping its way into the back of his mind.

"He told me he saw him. About a month ago, at the mall." He suddenly capitulated, trying to keep the memory at bay from resurfacing.

Lussuria pouted, comically, as he poked his cheek.

"Bel didn't tell me."

Making sure to hide the faint smirk pulling at him, Mammon's complexion turned serious and slightly morose once more.

"I think he had already been predicting something bad was to happen today."

They both took a moment to stare at the photograph, longingly, and felt a twinge of guilt mar them.

"Ever since…that… happened, I think everyone did."

A scowl, rare as it was, further downcast Mammon's features.

Squalo doesn't seem to be bothered by this at all."

Lussuria gave a distant chuckle.

"He acts like these kinds of things won't ever affect him, but he's just denying it now."

Silently inquiring him to further elaborate, the exotically haired male continued.

"Haven't you noticed how many more fights he's been in lately?" He asked, slightly bemused.

It was the purple-haired youth's turn to chuckle.

"He constantly gets in fights; how could I notice the difference of them now?"