QUATTRO ♔ [TEXT]

[ushishishi]

If you have sunglasses, give them to the prince now or I'll search all of these rooms for them. If you resist that I'll kill you.

[Someone just woke up in a pile of sunshine and rainbows. Maybe the light just hurt his (now quite exposed) eyes. Seriously, how do these peasants walk around without getting blinded?]

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YES, IT IS

[gatto]

[What a coincidence...

Nope, nope. This sounds like when he challenged him to fight him in his room, he is not entering enemy territory!! ...Again.]

I think I'd puke if I was what got you off. It's thinking of doing all of those things that does it for you!

Three minutes for what?!

[ushishishi]

To live.

That mouth of yours shortened the time again.

bye bye

[gatto]

......Man, you really ARE mad! You're not gonna kill me in three minutes, you stupid prince~

[ushishishi]

Two minutes before I kill you.

It won't take more than a second.

♥

[gatto]

How are you even gonna find me in two minutes, huh?

You're still underestimating me. ♥

[ushishishi]

I'll find you because I'm a prince.

I don't underestimate trash.

[gatto]

[...Well. At least he's beginning to get used to this kind of weird answer.]

That's NOT gonna make it any easier. You don't even have those sunglasses yet, do you? Do you, do you?

You're~ gonna~ be sorry~

[ushishishi]

You've seen my eyes already. They'll be the last thing you see before you die.

[Nope on both counts!]

[gatto]

Yeah, and there wasn't anything real nice about them.

I'd rather see something ELSE before I die though! [LIKE HIS BROTHER'S CORPS-- uh.]

So I'm not gonna let you kill me. ♥

[ushishishi]

I don't care about what you want.

Two minutes.

[gatto]

How rude!

But what are you gonna do in those two minutes, hmm? I'm waiting~

[ushishishi]

You don't deserve nice.

Start praying to whatever dumb god you believe in.

[gatto]

Hmm, do too!

I won't have to pray to anyone. Not when you're the one after me. ♥

[ushishishi]

Then go to hell when you die.

[gatto]

Where I go doesn't matter. You're still not the one who's gonna send me there. Sorry to disappoint you~

[ushishishi]

I said I don't care what you want. A prince does what he pleases.

shishishishishishishishishishishishishishishi

[gatto]

[There is still something so fascinating to Rin about seeing that laugh typed out.]

It's not about what I want! It's just not gonna happen. You haven't killed me yet and I don't think you even CAN! ♪

[ushishishi]

[It's because he's a prince or whatever he has to]

Do you know what I am?

[He's going to die anyway, might as well spill some of the beans!]

[gatto]

[Sounds legit. --Oh, wait, this is a weird question...]

You're a stupid prince. Right, right, right?

[ushishishi]

[Wherever Rin is, Bel is getting awfully close.....]

Wrong~ Two more guesses shishishi

[gatto]

[Rin's only got half an eye on his surroundings, most of his attention on the phone in his hands, as he sits perched atop one of the slides in the park.]

Sorry! My answer's still stupid prince!

What are you trying to tell me??

[ushishishi]

[He spots Rin not too long after, and for once in his life manages to restrain himself from jumping the boy and tearing at every bit of skin he could.]

[No, the best, most satisfying murders were always planned, drawn out and finished through cleanly.]

[So he simply stares at the back of Rin's head with wide, crazed and exposed eyes. They show no trace of the wide smile that is plastered across his face.]

one guess

[gatto]

[Being in Joywick has made him careless. Back in Toshima, he'd have been constantly on high alert, knowing just what kind of danger he was in. The rules meant little to some of the men there, after all.

But Joywick? The only person he'd ever even expect an ambush from is the one he's got on the phone just now. Everyone else is small fry. As far as he's concerned, he's totally safe.

So he shifts on the slide, stretching his legs out in front of him. A little longer and he might actually realize someone is watching him. But for now...]

A stupider prince? You're gonna have to tell me~

[ushishishi]

Ushishishi~ Wrong, three times ♪

[Without any sort of warning, Bel began to walk towards Rin, knives already in his hand. He'd wait to throw them, if at all. He wanted this kill to be up close and personal, just as Rin had gotten much, much to close for the prince's liking.]

[He stared. With wide, completely exposed pale eyes, he stared the boy down with a gaze that held absolutely none of the happiness implied by the smile, the cheshire cat grin that resembled a wild animal baring it's teeth.]

Prince Belphegor, of the Varia Asassination Squad, under the Vongola Mafia Familia. Boss employed the prince because he was so bored when that cockroach died a ditch.

[As he walked towards Rin, he swayed back and forth, his head rocking back and forth opposite to his body and his knifes hitting together with a definite sound.]

I've killed hundreds, thousands, don't care enough to count or remember. Ah, aaaaaaah~ [He was almost moaning. It was pleasurable for him to think about it, and fantasize about the near future.] The sight of trash's blood spilled and guts spilling out blends together when so many die by the prince's hand, you know?

[If it was even possible, his smile got wider. Hungrier.]

Ushishishishi.

You're next on the list to be forgotten.

how did this get so long......

[gatto]

[...Oh. Rin went very still, entirely rigid, the moment he realized that, yes, he was hearing Bel's voice. Without turning around, he stood atop the slide and quickly put away his phone, taking his knives out of his bag at the same time.

Even then, he couldn't deny he was beginning to feel a spark of excitement, a thrill at the prospect of facing him in a fight again. When was the last time he'd had a real challenge, besides Shiki? Before Pesca Corsica had fallen apart, no doubt, before they'd somehow ended up the strongest team in their area.

And maybe it was thoughts of his old friends that did it. Maybe it was just the way the prince was speaking: claiming to be part of some mafia assassination squad, speaking of his victims as if they'd been nothing. And maybe he was just still stinging from that earlier insult. But it had him whirling around, fists clenched around the hilts of his daggers and his lips sealed tight. He wasn't sure anymore whether he was anticipating a good fight or just a chance to beat on Bel.

It was downright disturbing. How if it weren't for the fact that he doubted his bastard of a brother could feel so much as a shred of emotion, he'd have thought it was him speaking that way. He'd been little more than a glorified assassin when he'd wiped out a chunk of Rin's team, after all.]

What? So you're the damn prince of the assassins then? Is that it?

[He adjusted his stance, ready to leap off the slide at a moment's notice. Whatever happened, he wasn't going to let him catch him unawares again.]