Hey there, peoples! I am here again! With a chapter story this time!

Okay, so I am very nervous about this one. I really like it, but I really want your guys' opinion on it, so please r and r and r and r and r... I think you got it. ^^' -looks at chapter- I think that this is the longest chapter I have ever written. I'm proud of it.

So, the plot of this story came when I was watching Bones -I love that show- and I was thinking about archeology (bones while watching a show called Bones... yeah...) and this popped into my head.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! because if I did, Bel would being doing all sorts of evil things to the little Frog. -fumes over in dark emo corner- 'I'll get you sometime, Amano. When you are not looking, I will get you.' I also do not own Bones, nor Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (If you guys catch the Buffy reference, you rock!)

Okay! -straps on parachute- Let's get to it!

If there was one thing that Fran was really good at, it would be giving into his friends in certain situations. Not that he wanted to give into them. They just knew when he was weakest to their charm. Like when Gokudera wanted to get the newest type of bomb that had just come out in Fran's home country (the kid was a weirdo when it came to his bombs). The plan was for Fran to use his connections ("Gokudera, what connections? I barely went out of my house on a good day!") back home to get the bomb (which was illegal in Japan) mailed to his house. Fran had said 'no' repeatedly, and eventually Gokudera gave up. Until Fran got sick, and he decided to try one more time. He succeeded, only because Fran didn't want to hear his whining voice with the headache he was experiencing.

Or like the time that Tsuna (bless his heart) wanted to free all of the frogs ('I can't have them hurt on my watch!') in science class. Fran had been sporting a rather evil migraine during that period when Tsuna had asked him to distract the teacher long enough for him to sneak the frogs out of the classroom. Later, after Fran had been given detention for throwing the teacher's lunch out the window in a moment of panic (the teacher had been about to turn around and would have spotted Tsuna if he hadn't), he asked Tsuna why he'd wanted to save the frogs. 'Because they remind me of you', was his reply.

Fran didn't speak to Tsuna for a week after that.

Stupid frogs.

Fran hated them.

His first day of school in the new town his mother had insisted that we wear the 'most adorable frog shirt ever!' He'd had a headache that morning.

Go figure.

His lovely mother. May she rest in pieces...wherever her ashes had been scattered. That first day of school had been hell. Literally. The school terrorist, the one called Prince the Ripper (the fake prince had the oddest laugh. Ever.), had spotted poor Fran in his shirt and nicknamed him Froggy. Even after the creep had graduated, the name stuck (even with his teachers) and Fran became' the Frog' for the rest of his high school life.

Oh how he had wanted to die.

He'd managed to keep his emotionless persona for two years of his high school life, until he was voted 'Most likely to die and no one would ever notice' at the end of his junior year. Then, a boy named Tsunayoshi decided that 'Fran needed a friend (insert many hearts here)!' and duct-taped himself to Fran's side.

Fran could have dealt with only one friend. But wherever Tsuna went, his 'followers' went too. And so, Fran acquired more friends then he ever wanted.

...not that he didn't want them now, though...

Having friends meant emotions, something Fran was unaccustomed to. So, Chrome offered to teach him how to smile.

It was the worst two months of his life.

After that, the emotions came more naturally. Tsuna had said he even looked pretty when he smiled. Then the kid blushed and ran away; the boy ran into a wall, an open locker, Hibari, and a window.

His exits had never been graceful.

Fran later taught him to be stealthy.

Tsuna still sucked at exiting gracefully.

He loved his friends, dearly, but they'd discovered his one weakness; the one, single time they could get him to do what they wanted.

"Please, Fran! I know this dig site doesn't seem interesting, but Spanner's equipment shows that there could be an entire village down there! Whenever you go on a dig, we always find a ton of stuff! It's like the bones love you!"

And they always took advantage of it.

"ADFSKHSADFKLATR KA GTS!"

Tsuna beamed. "I'll take that as a yes! Here," he said, and he thrust a ticket into Fran's hands. "I got us the best seats I could. Be packed and ready to go by tomorrow morning at nine. I'll pick you up!" He turned to go. "Thank you so much, Fran. I love it when you get headaches."

From where he was sitting at his desk, with an icepack on his head, cup of water in one hand, ticket in the other, and a scowl on his face (complete with the dark circles under his eyes and twitching eye-lid. Only $7.99 at your local headache store!), one could tell Fran did not agree with Tsuna. Not one bit.

He set the ticket down on his desk and yanked the icepack off, wincing as his headache flared up. He glared down at the ticket. "I hate you."

The ticket twitched.

Gokudera walked up and slapped Fran on the back, ignoring the wince and angry look he got. "Why are you all moody? Anyone would love to go on this excavation!"

Fran was an archeologist, and worked on dig sites world wide. He was two years younger than all of his friends, having graduated early, but he loved his job and wouldn't give it up for anything. "I just got back from a dig in Brazil, that's why. I still have sand living on me."

Gokudera laughed. "I'll gladly take your place!"

Fran didn't laugh. "You're on probation. You almost blew up that last dig site in Argentina."

Gokudera's laugh vanished instantly. "Man, why'd you bring that up?"

"Because I felt like it. I have a headache and you're annoying me."

"Oh, a headache, eh? Then can I ask you a favor?"

Fran stood up hastily from his seat, snatching his plane ticket as he went. "No! I need to go pack. Can you put my report on the boss' desk for me? Thanks, bye!"

He left the building before Gokudera could respond.

Hasty retreats. Those always worked wonders.

The dig site was located in some random small country run by a King, Queen, and their two sons. Fran stared down at the map of the world he held in his hands. "Tsuna, I can't seem to locate this land. Where are we going again?"

Tsuna looked at the letter he'd received from Spanner. "Uh...somewhere in Italy... I think."

"You think?"

"You know I'm not good at locating anything! I get lost in my own home!"

"That's because you inherited a freaking castle from your grandfather when he died and moved into it! I get lost in it! China would get lost in it!"

Tsuna stared at him. "You still have that headache, don't you."

It wasn't a question.

Fran sighed. "It became a migraine yesterday."

"How?"

"Gokudera."

"Oh."

That was all the explanation needed.

"Flight to Italy is now boarding. Please form a line to hand your ticket over."

Tsuna grabbed his carry-on bag and handed Fran his. "I do appreciate this. I'd take Gokudera, but after Argentina..."

Fran held a hand to his throbbing head and took hold of his bag. "Say no more. It could be fun. Just, please. No more talking. I took some heavy pain meds that put me to sleep."

Tsuna nodded, a small smile on his face. "I understand. But I must say, I do love this headache."

"Do you want to be tossed out of the plane?"

"N-no more talking! Go-got it!"

"Good Tuna-fish."

"Hey!"

The air of a dig site always helped calm Fran's nerves. And his pounding headaches. By the time he and Tsuna had arrived at their tent, his headache had been dropped down to a dull thud, and he was quite pleased. "When do they want us to start digging?" He asked their guide, a local by the name of Enma...or something.

"Uh...as soon as possible, I think..."

This kid was just like Tsuna had been four years ago; quiet, unsure, stuttered a lot, and was great entertainment. "Okay. Sounds good."

Enma shuffled his feet. "Do-do you need any equipment?"

Tsuna held up a rather large bag; clanking sounds came from within, indicating metal. "No, but thank you. We always bring our own equipment."

Enma nodded and left the tent, rather quickly; a thud and a loud 'ow' came not a second later from the boy. Fran sighed. Yes. Just like Tsuna.

Tsuna frowned at the tent entrance. "Poor guy..."

Fran pulled out his bandana (green, with a frog on it. A parting 'gift' from Yamamoto, another friend. Ironically, it was the only frog item that brought Fran good luck on digs.) and tied it over his hair. "Remind you of anyone?"

Tsuna frowned at him this time. "I'm not as bad...okay. Fine."

"Let's get started."

Together they walked out of their tent an into the air filled with dust. I love this feeling.

Tsuna gave out a small laugh. Fran stared at him. "What?"

"You're happy."

Fran did a muscle check: his mouth was not curved upward, and the muscles around his eyes were not being used. "How do you know I'm happy?"

"It's your eyes. They are the ones smiling."

Fran decided to get new eyes when he got home.

Eventually they reached the area where Spanner was sitting. He looked up and automatically held out a sucker. "Here."

Fran ignored the sucker and hopped down into the dig hole. "Anything yet?"

Spanner shrugged. "A few pots, a possible hand. Nothing much," He winked at Fran. "Been waiting for you to do your bone magic."

Fran rolled his eyes. "You watch Bones too often, Spanner." He held up the hand Spanner handed him. "Yes, they are phalanges, not part of the feet. See, if you look at the-"

Spanner took back the hand. "I can see, Dr. Brennan."

Fran glared at him. "They need to be cleaned properly."

"Yes, Dr. Brennan."

"The only time I will allow myself to be called that is when I make the same amount of money as her."

"Which will be never," Tsuna added.

Fran didn't respond. "Let's just get to work."

The three all bent down and got to work.

By the time the sun went down, Fran was the only one still working, Sapnner having stopped when some of his equipment started acting up, and Tsuna having quit an hour after. The day had been productive, the team having dug up almost half of a female. Fran sighed and wiped a hand across his forehead, beads of sweat pouring down his face. With his tongue between his teeth, he gently pulled out a small bone and turned it around in his hand. "I think this may be a part of the skull. I'm not sure, though." He handed the bone to his partner.

The man nodded. "I'll take it to get cleaned."

"Thank you."

The man left with the bone and Fran stood up, stretching he legs and back. God, that was long. I haven't sat that still since that one date that went very...very bad. Yawning, he made his way out of the hole and to his tent. He was half way there when Tsuna called out to him. He turned and Tsuna ran up to him.

"Hey, are you done?"

When Fran nodded a big smile appeared on his face. "Enma told me about this festival that is going on tonight. I think that we should go! It sounds like a lot of fun!" Tsuna's eyes were wide with hope.

Fran's eye twitched. "Uh..."

"Oh, please, Fran! I know that it doesn't sound that fun, and you don't like to go out much but-"

Why did this seem familiar?

His headache was coming back.

"-but it has all sorts of cool stuff from what Enma told me and-"

Oh yeah. His headache was back. With a vengeance. And It had brought a friend.

"-so will you consider it? Please?"

"ASDLKAFDLJADFSLJ!"

Tsuna beamed. "Thank you, Will!"

Fran was about to answer before what Tsuna had said came full circle. "Will?"

Tsuna nodded. "It's what I named your headache. I really like this guy!" He took one look at Fran and sweat began pouring down his body. "I- uh...I'll just...yeah." And he bolted, running at full speed in the direction of the castle in the distance.

Fran sighed as he watched him go. He then put a hand to his head. "Will, eh?"

Will the Headache began throbbing happily.

Fran sighed. I seriously hate life.

Because he was bored and there was no way he could did at night (he didn't have super eyes), Fran found himself at the festival. He had to admit, it did look like fun; there were fire-breathers, random food stands, cotton candy stands (Fran loved cotton candy), game stands, a life symphony, a dj, dance floor and disco ball. Not...quite what I expected...

There were many people at the carnival, maybe even the entire village...city...thing. Some were dancing on the dance floor, others watching the fire-breathers do their thing, and others standing around the food, talking with each other. Food... Fran's mind breathed. His stomach agreed and deciding that he needed something in his stomach, Fran made his way over to the nearest food stand. The man serving food stared down at him.

"Well, if it isn't a little frog."

Fran blinked at him. The damn name had followed him here too! He turned around. "Never mind."

Since his back was turned, he missed the man motion towards a guard and point at him. The guard nodded and disappeared from sight.

After Fran had gotten food (some local delicacy, titled Mushov) and cotton candy (he couldn't say no to cotton candy), he wandered around the castle courtyard aimlessly. He wasn't one to join in festivities, as Tsuna had so wonderfully put it. He was bored, and decided to leave. Just as he was nearing the exit of the festival, someone reached out and snatched his arm, dragging him back into the courtyard. Fran looked up to see a man with the weirdest mustache he had ever seen. He looked down at his arm, which he couldn't see in the mans' grip. "Uh, can you let go now?"

The man tightened his grip. "No on can leave the festivities until the festival is done."

Fran looked around the man at the people leaving the festival, all laughing and smiling. "What about them?"

The man ignored him and pulled him back to the middle of the courtyard. "You cannot leave."

"What's your name?"

"...Leviathen."

"Right."

Leviathen let go of his arm roughly. "Stay."

What was he? A dog?

Sir, yes sir. Anything else? Like beg? Shake? Sit? I'm good at sitting. Very good at sitting. I like sitting. It lets me think about things, and then I have epiphanies. I like epiphanies and...I'm bored.

Leviathen turned to leave. "I mean it. Stay. Or else."

"I'm shaking in my boots..."

Levatheni sneered and left.

Sighing Fran leaned against a post and waited. How long is this festival supposed to last?

After an hour of waiting, Fran finally spotted Tsuna heading towards the exit. Screw my being emotionless! "Tsuna!"

Tsuna looked over at him. "Oh, hey Fran!" He walked over to him. "What are you doing here?"

"I can't leave."

Tsuna smiled. "See? I told you that you that you would have fun. You just needed to-"

"No, I mean I literally can't leave. The stupid guards won't let me."

Tsuna cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean?"

Fran nearly groaned. "I mean-"

Tsuna suddenly looked excited. "Hey! Look, the King and Queen have come out!"

Fran turned to see a man and women with blond hair standing in the crowd. Two smaller heads of blond were standing by them, looking bored. Fran thought that one head looked very familiar...

Tsuna grabbed his hand. "Let's go and see! Enma said that there was a ritual dance happening tonight. We should go watch it!"

Fran sighed and gave in, letting Tsuna drag him to the dance floor. I think I'm getting another headache...

The king was addressing the people when they arrived. "And it is my pleasure, for my son, Belphegor, to be able to participate in the ritual this evening."

Fran felt his heart drop as a man with blond hair stepped forward; his hair was covering his eyes, and he had on a smile on that Fran's dentist would be proud of. Hell no.

It was Bel-senpai. The man that had made Fran's life a living hell. The one with the creepy laugh, and the one who had given him the nickname Frog.

Oh how Fran hated that man.

Bel snickered as his father tapped him on the shoulder. "Pick yours out."

Fran held still, hoping that Bel would skip over their direction, that he would pick a girl from the other side of the floor. But as luck would have it, Bel's gaze turned in their direction. Fran mentally groaned. I think something is out to get me...

The smile on Bel's face grew- if that was even possible. He began walking in their direction, and Fran began wishing he could sink into the ground. "Ushishishi. Look who it is, the little Froggy."

Fran blinked at him. "Hello, Bel-senpai."

"Ushishi. You still look like a frog."

"And you still look ugly."

The smirk slipped a bit. "Shishi. Nice to see you too, Froggy."

Fran blinked, suddenly noticing that he was alone. Tsuna had disappeared. Thank you so much, Tsuna. You have been so helpful...

He was shocked into movement when Bel put his arm around his waist and began dragging him into the middle of the dance floor. "Uh, just what are we doing?"

Bel smirked before turning to his father. "Found him!"

Bel's father smiled before turning and cuing the band that Fran hadn't even noticed. The band started playing. It suddenly came to Fran.

"No. I'm not dancing with a fallen, fake Prince."

"Ushishishi. Don't call me fake. And you don't have a choice." He grabbed Fran's hands and pulled him close, placing one hand on his shoulder; the other he kept firmly in his. "Let's begin."

They started dancing, some sort of weird mix between a waltz and a tango, Bel smirking the whole while and Fran having no idea what he was doing. "Uh, senpai...I don't dance."

"Ushishishi. The Prince will teach the Frog."

Fran sighed. "I feel so relieved."

Fran didn't know how long they danced, but eventually the music slowed down and the crowd of people began to clap. Phew...it's over...

When he felt Bel slacken his grip on his waist, he tried to pull away, but Bel kept a firm grip on his hand. "Can I go now?"

Bel shook his head, his smile almost dominating his face. "Ushishishi. Not yet. There is one more thing."

Bel's father nodded at him. That was all Bel needed. He turned Fran to him, leaned down, and kissed him.

Rather hard.

Fran's eyes widened in shock. He was being kissed. By the man whom he hated in high school. Who really was a prince. Who was currently chewing on his tongue. What the fuck?

When Bel pulled away, Fran was actually speechless. Did I just get tongue molested by Bel-senpai?

Deciding that he really needed to get back to the dig site, Fran pulled on his hand. Sadly, Bel still had a firm grip on it. "Ushishishi. Not done yet."

Fran slumped. What else could happen?

Bel pulled him over to his father and mother. His mother was beaming. "Hello, dear."

Fran blinked. "Uh...hi?"

The queen squealed. She actually squealed. "Oh, honey. He's so adorable!"

Fran cocked his head to the side. He was... adorable? Okay... That was a new one. The queen suddenly pulled him into a hug.

A rather hard hug.

"It's so nice to meet you, dear. I'm Willow."

That's an odd name for a queen. Then again, I'm a boy and my parents named me Fran...

"Hi...Willow..."

Bel's father shook his hand. "I'm Oz." He then turned to Bel. "You chose well, my son."

Bel smirked. "Ushishishi."

Fran was terribly confused. "This is great and all, but I really need to find Tsuna and get back to the dig site."

Willow frowned. "Dig site?"

Fran nodded. "I'm working at the dig site, excavating what appears to be a village."

Oz smiled. "So you're an archeologist, then?"

Fran nodded slowly. "Yes..."

Oz beamed. "Excellent. That means you are capable of taking care of yourself."

Said person who was able to take care of himself was still terribly confused. "I guess that is what it means..." He shook his head. "Can I go now?"

Bel and his parents exchanged glances. Willow smiled gently at him. "Yes," she then pulled out a paper with a fancy design on it and an old feathered quill. "You just need to sign here," she pointed to one line, "here," another line, "and here."

Fran took the quill and signed where indicated, eager to leave the festival. He completely missed the evil smirk on Bel's face, nor the satisfied looks on Oz's and Willow's face. Rasiel just yawned and looked down at his nails.

Done, Fran put the quill on the paper and pushed it back into Willow's hands. "Done," he said, for once eager to do something: leave this festival.

And country.

Oz took the paper from his wife and looked over it. His curiosity raised, Fran pointed at it. "What was that, exactly?"

You probably should have asked that before you signed the paper...

Willow smiled, a very impressive sweat drop appearing on the side of her head. Never thought that could happen... "It's just like...a witness statement. To prove that Belphegor actually performed the ritual."

"Oh, okay."

Fran...really? Just like that? You really believe them?

Later, much, much later, Fran would regret not listening to his inner voice. But that wouldn't be until later; much, much later.

Oz motioned for someone to come over, and Fran was most displeased to see Levi walk up. "Please escort Fran to his dig site, Levi."

Fran help up his hands in front of him. "It's fine. Really."

Levi didn't look too pleased either. "Your majesty, I think he wants to go alone."

Bel laughed, but this one sounded different then his normal I'm-going-to-kill-you-and-you-have-no-idea laugh. This one actually sounded angry. "Shishi. Levi, take the Frog to his dig site."

Those around frowned and a few even left the area. Levi sighed. "Fine."

Bel smirked. "Good. The Prince is happy," he then turned to Fran. "How far away is this dig site?"

Fran thought about it. "It's about an hours walk..."

He let out a small squeak (he was not acting like his normal self, although with his pounding headache and the fact that he'd just made out with the one who had bullied him his first year of school he thought he deserved a break from being the mono-toned archeologist.) when Bel pulled him close again. "Froggy needs more than one guard."

Oz shared a glance with his wife. "Lussuria can go as well," the king said slowly.

Fran blinked again. "I really don't need any guards."

Willow shook her head. "No, at this time of night you do. Some really weird people are out and about."

You mean people other than you?

"Really. I'm fine. I walked here; I can walk back."

Bel sighed. Fran nearly had a heart attack. Bel-senpai, sighing. That was new. Very new. "Fine. The Prince will let him go on his own."

"Good, good," Willow stated. "Come, Oz, Rasiel. Let us leave Belphegor with his friend."

The three turned around and made their way back into the castle. Bel turned Fran to him and kissed him again. "Ushishishi. It was good to see you, Froggy."

Fran put a hand to his mouth. "Is it a custom to kiss people on the lips in your home?"

Bel just laughed even harder. Fran began to inch away slowly. "Okay then... Bye, Bel-senpai."

He turned away, feeling Bel's gaze on his back. "Senpai. Your gaze on my back is making me sweat."

"Ushishishi."

With that Fran left the festival, not noticing Bel's hungry gaze on him, nor hearing the words Bel whispered to the air: "I give you one year, Froggy. Then I come to take you back. Shishishi."

"You owe me. Big time."

Tsuna began to sweat more, and it was not from the heat. "Uh... I-I do?"

"You left me. With Bel-senpai. And I had a headache. I had to dance with him. And then he kissed me."

"R-really? Wow..."

Fran stared at him. "You know, my Master still wants another apprentice."

Tsuna turned pale. "Iih!"

Fran's archeologist professor had been evil, torturous, and a great teacher, and was currently in the market for a new apprentice. "I can recommend you to him. I think he would love you."

Tsuna looked like he was going to die. "I'm sorry! He just...Belphegor scares me..."

"He scared our principal. Our principal fought in the Vietnam War. I think that says something."

Tsuna sighed. "I really am sorry. I had no idea that this was the country that his family ran."

"It's fine. Just don't talk about this...anymore."

The rest of the trip went by smoothly, with the team finding all of the body of the girl. She was twelve, and her cause of death was still unknown, but hopefully, with time, they would discover why she died. Feeling like he had done a good job at this site, Fran was sort of reluctant to leave, however, Spanner had agreed to inform them if there were any items that popped up.

Tsuna smiled contentedly as he sat in his plane seat. "That was a good one. Are you glad that you went?"

"If you ignore the fact that I ended up being forced to dance with my bully, meet his parents, and be molested by him, then I guess you could say I was glad to go."

"I thought you didn't want to talk about it anymore?"

"I don't. You asked my opinion. I gave it. No more talking."

"Headache?"

Fran frowned. "What movie are they playing, do you know?"

Tsuna leaned out into the aisle and waved down a flight attendant. "Excuse me, miss, but do you know what the movie is?"

The girl thought for a second. "Marley and Me, I believe."

She left, leaving Tsuna looking worse for the weary. Fran tried not to smile. "It's a dog on a TV screen, Tsuna. I think you will be fine."

Tsuna shook his head frantically. "No, no... I will not be fine! I hate dogs! I'm terrified of them!"

Fran sighed. "Still? You know, that puppy was only trying to play with you."

"It was attacking me!"

"You had a steak in your hand. What did you expect?"

"Well it didn't have to bite my leg! I needed stitches!"

Fran reached down, tugged out his music player and out in his headphones. "Then don't watch the movie."

And he pressed play, leaving Tsuna alone to have his panic attack. He couldn't wait to get home.

One Year Later...

"Bye, Fran! Have a great trip! Call me when you get there!"

Fran waved Tsuna and Chrome off before letting his head fall and hit his desk with a very impressive 'thump'. He groaned as his head began pounding relentlessly. I hate my life...

M.M walked passed him, staring at him. "What's wrong with you?"

"Headache."

M.M sighed. "Well, get rid of it. We need you well for this next job; it's going to bring in a lot of money. I swear," she said as she reached for her coat. "You have a new headache every day."

Fran groaned. "It's still the same one..."

Yamamoto walked over to them, sporting as smile and baseball bat in his hand. "What's still the same one?"

Fran pointed at his head. "Same headache."

"Wow, man... Haven't you had that headache for like...a month now?"

Fran nodded his head before wincing. Yamamoto put a hand on his shoulder in sympathy. "I think that's a record. When did this one start?"

Around his work, Fran's headaches were notoriously famous. If one wanted to skip off on work, all they had to say was that they had a 'Fran-headache' and their boss would let them leave. It came in handy quite often.

Fran waved his hand back and forth. "When I found out I was going back there."

Yamamoto frowned. "Back to Italy, right? What's bad about that dig site?"

"Nothing wrong with the dig site," Fran winced again. "It's the ones who live the..."

"Tsuna said the people were nice..."

"The people, yes. The prince, not so much."

Yamamoto's eyes widened. "Oh, I see. I'm sorry. Hey, maybe you won't see him?"

Fran hadn't thought of that. "Maybe."

At that moment, M.M had had enough. "Oi! Fran, your plane leaves in two hours! Get going! This job is going to give us some big money if you find something!"

Fran sighed and stood up, reaching for his bag. "I'm still not sure why they requested me. Tsuna is really good."

"Because Tsuna is going over to the dig site in Argentina, the one Gokudera almost ruined. They finally got it up and running."

Seeing as how Fran really didn't want to argue, especially with M.M., he waved his hands in front of his face as a sign of giving in. "Okay, okay. I was just curious." He turned to Yamamoto. "What are you doing here? You don't work here."

Yamamoto shrugged. "I owed Gokudera a favor, and he asked me to drive you to the airport because he was...unavailable."

"He got caught with bombs on his person again, didn't he?"

"Yes."

"Is he at the station?"

"Yeah..."

"And he used his one phone call to call you and have you take me to the airport?"

"Yes."

"That boy has issues."

Yamamoto shrugged. "Well, let's get going. You don't want to miss your flight."

"I don't?"

"No," M.M said through gritted teeth. "You don't."

With M.M in the mood she was, Fran supposed it would be best that he did what he was supposed to do. He said his goodbye's and left with Yamamoto. "I really don't want to go on this one..."

"You don't have to."

"I'd lose my job."

"Right. Never mind, then. You're screwed."

"I love how much you seem to care for my feelings and well-being..." He drawled.

Yamamoto grinned. "That's just the kind of guy I am."

"I can see that."

Yamamoto dropped him off at the airport and he made his way to the check-in.

I really hate airports, he thought as he took off his watch to go through security. I mean, there are so many people, and it's way too crowded. I always feel like I'm go to be flattened against the wall. I'd hate to be in an airport during a time of panic.

He was nearing his gate when he heard someone shout his name. He turned and found himself staring face to face with Enma, their guide from the previous gig. "Uh, hi?"

Enma gave him a weak smile. "H-hi. I was s-sent here to escort you to the dig site."

Fran looked around. "They moved the dig site to the airport?"

Enma looked really confused. "No..."

"You came here to escort me, right?"

"Well, it is more like to make sure you get on the plane."

I hate life.

"Fine."

Enma grimaced while trying to smile; it was rather interesting to see. "Let's get on the plane."

The plane ride was fast (he'd taken some pain medication for his headache and to help him sleep) and soon Fran found himself once again in the land that Bel called home.

He wanted to nuke it.

Screw the dig site.

Enma took one of Fran's bags in his hands. "I don't think that we are needed at the site for a while. Are you hungry?"

In answer, Fran's stomach let out a loud growl. "Yes."

Enma smiled. "I'll take you to one of the local restaurants. I'm kind of hungry as well."

The restaurant was called The Ripper ("In honor of the second prince," Enma had said), and Fran had not been too eager to enter. But, once he had, he found the food to be very good. He'd even been able to forget about his pounding headache for a little bit.

But only a little bit.

It came back with a vengeance.

Fran's life going to hell started with a wince.

Enma looked up. "Are you okay?"

Fran shook his head. "I have a headache."

"I have some painkillers; would you like some?"

He nodded, too tired and in pain to do anything else. Enma handed over the pills and Fran took them without hesitation.

He should have hesitated.

Twenty minutes into dessert, Fran started feeling drowsy. "Uhm...Enma? What, exactly, were those pills?"

He looked up to see a sad look on Enma's face. "I'm sorry, Fran... I really am. But I have to do this."

"Do wh-"

And he passed out.

But at least he didn't feel his headache anymore.

When he woke up, he was in a large king sized bed with silk bedding. The pillows were soft and cold. The first thing he thought was, hey! My headache is gone!

The second thought was more to the point.

Where the hell am I?

Good job, Fran. You win an award.

He sat up in the bed, noticing for the first time that he was in his pajamas. That's odd...

Growing curious, he got out of bed and walked towards the large blinds on the wall. He pulled them back to reveal two large windows, the sun glaring through them. Squinting, he looked out the windows.

He was high up, looking over a giant garden with many people tending it. Confused, Fran looked at the building. It was made of stone. Stone that looked very familiar.

I'm in the castle. Great...

Suddenly, he felt arms enclose around his waist and a body press up against his. "Ushishishi. Hello, little Froggy."

Fran wanted to die. "Bel-senpai..."

Bel snickered. "What does the frog think of the garden?"

"It's big."

"It is."

Fran sighed. "Bel-senpai, what am I doing here?"

Bel grinned evilly. "The frog is here because Froggy is the Prince's wife."

Whoa... Hold the horses!

"'Wife'?"

"Ushishishi."

"I'm not a girl, senpai, in case you didn't know..."

"Ushishishi. I know."

"Then why did I hear you say that I am your 'wife'?"

"Because you are my wife."

"Since when?"

"Since last year."

"When last year?"

Bel pulled away and turned Fran to him. "Since we performed the wedding dance and then kissed and then signed the wedding documents. It's official."

Fran blinked, confused. "I still don't-"

Bel cut him off by kissing him. "Ushishi."

Fran, a little light-headed from the kiss, shook his head. "I'm having a hard time believing this, Bel-senpai."

A document was suddenly shoved underneath his nose. "Shishi. Here is the wedding document."

Fran took it and opened it.

"'The two below have participated in the ritual wedding dance, sealed with a kiss, and are now bound in the laws of marriage'..."

And at the bottom of the paper was his signature, right next to Bel's. He looked up and stared at Bel.

"I have no say in this?"

"Nope."

"No say what-so-ever?"

The prince laughed. "Shishishi. Welcome home, wife."

And Fran passed out.

And there it is!

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