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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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.]

[ushishishi]

[There was no coy movements to Bel's steps, no sing-song like giggles no usual, relaxed stance. Bel was walking towards Rin, no if, ands or buts about it. It was the pace of a animal who's finally zeroed in on its prey and wants nothing more than to tear the flesh apart.]

[Which is exactly what was Bel was thinking about, incidentally. His usual, quiet and seemingly calm snickers clashed with his wide staring eyes which only betrayed that sort of bloodlust. It's a hungry and crazed glare, and probably a reason why having bangs covering them normally is a good thing.]

[He didn't want to spend time teasing and taunting, no. He wanted to rip this guy apart on the spot.]

Ushishishi~ You just can't stop being wrong, can you?

[gatto]

Then what the hell are you? You're just the prince of some country you won't tell anyone about and you're working for the mob?

[Rin's voice was short and clipped, not as artificially high as it usually was. He just couldn't find it in him to put on the usual act in front of Bel at the moment, especially not when it was face to face. There was no place for that in a serious fight anyway. He couldn't deny it either... those eyes were unsettling.

Raising his knives, he stepped forward, his every movement carefully measured. He'd recovered from the injuries he'd sustained during their last fight and he'd be damned if he ended up as limited as he'd been that time again.

Waiting only a moment longer, he sprang into action. He jumped off the slide, landing on his right foot, and using that momentum to keep running straight at Bel.]

[ushishishi]

Wrong, wrong, wrong~

[He didn't move or rush into meet Rin, nor did he even slightly twitch a single muscle to grab a knife or sidestep Rin's charge. Instead, he stared, stared straight into the other boy's eyes with the same maniac glee that flashed shades of excitement and anticipation.]

[He wanted to bleed. He wanted his blood to spill, to feel that euphoria as he stripped ever single patch of skin from his opponent, to experience the pleasure that killing people brought.]

[But before that, before he tore this boy to pieces, he wanted to see one last flash of this delightful anger. He'd pushed Rin's buttons, gotten him to show something other than the cheerfulness that annoyed the prince so much.
He knew exactly how to push him further off the edge.]

Faggot trash like you wouldn't understand what I am at all.

[Bel wasn't one to curse often without extreme anger behind it, but the word slid off his tongue with all the spite it implied behind it. With that slur, he braced himself with utmost excitement for the blissful pain he wanted so badly.]

[gatto]

[It was enough. Enough for his steps to falter and his concentration to waver.

The fact that might have been exactly Bel's intention didn't even cross his mind, not with the turn his thoughts took just then.

It wasn't even like it was the first time he'd ever heard that word directed at him, not the first time he'd heard that kind of sentiment. But it never really lessened the effect, never failed to remind him of just how much a small part of him actually agreed with it. It might have even been the real reason he'd never told Kazui how he felt, even he wasn't very sure.]

You... [He drew in a harsh breath, momentarily stopping in his tracks, several feet away from Bel. In truth, Rin wasn't even sure how to react anymore, whether to drive his knives straight through Bel's chest or just give up for the moment, the thought not chafing as much as it usually would have. Even his anger had cooled.

In the end though, there was really only one option left to him. He smiled, not a hint of mirth to it, and once again raised his knives.] Why don't you just die already?

[He sprang forward again, with renewed determination.]