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Katekyo Hitman Reborn! An Unexpected Turn of Events Introduction Post Belphegor Two years. Two goddamned years and .... nothing! An irritated hiss helped end the annoyed musings coming from none other than Varia's youngest member, Prince the Ripper. Well, second youngest, he supposed Marmon was a year or so underneath him in age. But it was hard to count him, namely because he had been stuck in his cursed form for so long that it drastically reduced his age. Even to this day, the closest thing Bel would dare to consider a friend among all of these assassins was as uncertain about his actual age and how old he should be. But in the end, that was the last thing on the blonde-haired assassin's mind. No. There was a more urgent and pressing matter. He was bored . When someone like Belphegor was in such a state, it was actually a very dangerous thing. Anyone outside the Varia base could laugh, though they would receive a dagger lodged in their jugular for reacting in such a way. Believe it or not, this was a very serious problem. And anyone else who was around the headquarters could clearly see it. The young prince had been sitting in his room for the past few hours, tapping his boots impatiently on the carpet. Now, his fingers drummed - just as restlessly as his feet were, almost in perfect sync with them actually - and landed atop a wooden desk that had only a single laptop, mouse pad, and mouse. Voi, he finally heard from behind him, causing the slightest of smirks to cross his face. Just go do something already. You're acting crazy, more so than usual. Awwww, Squalo. You do care, he quipped, resulting in the swordsman to scoff. Hardly, he muttered, Seriously though, I get it's weird that we're not on call and shit. But it's just as odd to see you like .... this. Go fucking do something. Bel turned his head and - despite still having his eyes concealed by his bangs - shot a teasing smirk. Come in here, then, he responded, snickering as he watched Squalo's face quickly turn crimson. You fucking prick! Hell no! Tch! I got my own shit to do! Awww .... That was as far as Bel got before Squalo left to do ... something. Whether it was keeping true to his word or not was anyone's guess. Bel sighed, finding himself alone as he tilted his head upward. He's right, he muttered, I do need to do something. Things just hadn't been the same since that brat Tsuna actually managed to win the Ring Conflict. Because of this, it was him who was in charge, not Xanxus. While the Storm user of Varia didn't openly show or admit it nearly as much as his boss, he actually was as irritated that the boy had won. Some days, he would believe he was more annoyed than Xanxus. A difficult feat to think of, but not by any means impossible. The Vongola were very likely relieved that there was seemingly nothing to fret about. For the members of the Varia familigia, however, this was incredibly bad news. They relied - sadly - on the Juudaime to give them missions and assignments. Looking back on it, Bel supposed there was one main saving grace and it came in the form of what Tsuna didn't do. Force them to disband. That would have been the smart thing to do, or even order all of them to be outright executed. Ah well, his loss Bel mused in a sing-song voice. Instinctively, his hand reached down into his pocket and retrieved one of his many knives before placing his right index finger through the loop and twirling the small dagger in graceful circles. Ka-fucking-ching, he murmured, exhaling yet another irked sigh. Fuck it. I need to leave, to get out for a bit. Thus, he stood up and did just that. Tossing the dagger into the air, he caught it and slid it back into his black trenchcoat before beginning to walk out. Oh? an amused, rhetorical inquiry came. The voice revealed itself to be Marmon himself. You're finally out of your funk, are you? Bel merely tilted a hand slightly in the air. Enough. Hopefully something will present itself to me in the streets. If not ... well ... His grin spread further across his face, I'm sure I can find a way - or person - to help me kill time. Marmon rolled his eyes, the sight hidden only because of the cowl covering most of his face. You're hopeless, he muttered, leaving it at that as the sadomasochist opened the large, wooden doors to the headquarters. As quickly as they had been moved ajar, they soon shut, keeping the rest of the Varia members inside their own base. Takin slow but confident strides throughout the streets, Bel began on his quest. What for? Hell if he knew but he was sure that when something grabbed his attention, he would most certainly see it. Not even his long bangs wouldn't forbid him from doing that. In fact, the smirk on his face implied that nothing nor no one would stop him not without risking losing their life in the process.