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❝   Huh…  it’s them huh ?   ❞  Well, he can’t say he minded the teen misfits of Vongola—- they were a much more pliable counterpart, a tad more amiable, although Fran’s family of assassins can’t be described as such —– was there a reason for that ? for them to come from different timelines ?  or perhaps it’s just one of those random instances?  Inquiries he can’t focus on when there is a much more important task at hand (or rather person)   ❝   Yeah… I just uh, Byakuran-san ? Remember him ?   There’s a younger one  running around.  ❞   & aside from him, Shoichi haven’t come across any other familiar face ,  possibly because he had been huddle up inside his room.  

❝   Um, so—- how long have you been here ? how are you ?   ❞  There were a lot of questions he wanted to ask, how did he arrived in this place ?  has he tried leaving ?  was there anything strange in this town ? Why were they even here ? did he know?  & yet he settled for an ‘ how are you ’ , couldn’t help himself but check on Fran before anything else. It has been awhile after all.  ❝   I was worried about you.  ❞  He admitted, an embarrassed sort of chuckle leaving parted lips.  Well, now he feels like a teenager. 

{✘} » — "I’d recognize my master and Chrome anywhere. It’s them,” he confirms, providing a curt nod of his head. At least this time he was spared from having to explain why he was no longer ten years old and the former apple hat was nowhere in sight. It was the matter of why that he was still unable to provide an answer for. Despite his time here, he had yet to come any closer to finding that reason. And the bigwigs around here seemed intent on keeping it that way.

              It’s the mention of the other’s former employer that draws his attention back, and his expression reflects his distaste with the person in question. Fran’s lip purse. “Yeah, I’ve already had the displeasure of running into the stale marshmallow. I can honestly say I would have rather run into Bel-senpai. Or a wall.”

              Though he doesn’t intend to elaborate on the details, he figures the mention of his unpredictable partner alone would make his feelings on the matter abundantly clear. But the irritation is just as rapidly abated by Shoichi’s apparent concern.

              “Worried, huh?” That wasn’t a word he heard often, particularly not with respect to himself. The mafia world left little room for worrying about people. Even more so in his neck of the woods with the Varia. And he could barely recall the last time someone else asked how he was. Maybe Chrome the last time he saw her back home, but she was an outlier. But, then again, so was this one before him. He’d forgotten what it felt like to have a friend.

              “I’ve been here a few months, I guess. Like I explained to my master, time seems to flow differently here than back home. But alternate futures have nothing on this place, I can tell you that much,” Fran explains. At least the other hadn’t been around for the duration of the zombie infestation. “I mean, I’m alive, so I figure that counts for something. You’re kinda putting me on the spot here, but the way I see it, everyday I’m here, I don’t have to deal with the fake prince or the perverted catfish. I’ve been worse.” If anything, he was probably about as close to okay as he could be.

              “...How are you holding up? It’s a lot to take in at first, but you get used to it.”

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{✘} » — “Well, it’s almost the new year, which means you’ve survived another year. But don’t worry, there’s always next year.” 

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The situation continues to hung above Shoichi in anxious colors, a sort of constant uneasiness that the boy couldn’t possibly just shake off, not like this.—— he was alone or at least he thought so and while a Byakuran exist in this world it didn’t quite give him any comfort ; again, he was thrown into an unfamiliar place & this time around he didn’t even mess with any time machine. He learned his lesson, sort of.   

He didn’t have a choice, did he ?   Shoichi out of pure instinct needed to know what this place was, wanted to fiddle with this verse regardless of the consequences of the last time he messed with a timeline    —–  but then he appeared.   

A familiar face, one that he holds dear, one that instantly erased his worries & made him forget that this was so very, very unnatural.   ❝   FRAN !   ❞  & then a smile bloomed across his face, a relieved expression that brushed itself with true delight.  ❝  Thank goodness you’re here,  I’m just— Ah   ❞  A sigh, body finally relaxing after all that hours of utter confusion.   

{✘} » — Another moment passes and Fran stands in silence. Be it with a newfound sense of relief, or genuine shock, his mind is still reeling in attempt to process the situation presented before him. This wasn’t simply Shoichi, rather this was his Shoichi. Not the teenage version from ten years prior, but the very same as the one he might have seen just a few weeks before his arrival in the city. The one who he might even dare call a friend.

              “Take it easy, before you give yourself a stomachache,” he finally says, the slightest trace of amusement in his voice.

              He was still not the type of person to become emotional. Even if were to try, there was no saying if that was even possible anymore. There is, however, something in his features that softens as a soft (almost contented) sigh is passed.

              “I wish it were under better circumstances, but it’s good to see you. It’s especially good to see you’re not still a teenager, unlike everyone else around here.” As nice as the power trip was, knowing a future that his companions did not. “I’m older than my master now. It’s weird, we try not to talk about it too much. All I can say is welcome to Munchkin Land.”

              Is this what it had been like, trying to explain the circumstances of the situation to Decimo’s guardians upon finding themselves in a strange future that had since been rewritten? Fran elects not to dwell on it, instead stepping forward and placing a hand on the other’s shoulder.

              “C’mon, I’ll show you around.”

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{✘} » — First they had been invaded by zombies, then his master had ended up alongside him in this utterly bizarre city. Shortly after, Chrome followed behind them. And things slowed down, a sense of normalcy settling back over the city. It really didn’t feel as if there was anything else that could be thrown his way.

              Well, there was one thing. But Fran wasn’t prepared to jinx things by saying such a thought aloud. He’d never had terribly good luck to begin with.

              It had been quite a long time since he had been able to experience a life outside the mafia. He had nearly forgotten what it was like to hear without his Commander’s piercing voice aimed directly for his eardrums. And although it appeared that many of those same faces from that world accompanied him here, things were (for the most part) okay. For the first time in ten years, he had the freedom to do as his pleased; Like take a trip to the bookstore in search of some new reading material.

              What he hadn’t expected was to stumble across yet another one of those familiar faces so soon, and in the hallway of his building, no less.

              Fran pauses in stride, his expression unreadable aside from the note of recognition in his eyes. Particularly when he takes notice of how, unlike the others, this is the one of his time.

              “Shoichi...Irie...?” he questions, blinking. This city truly was beginning to feel smaller and smaller after all. “You’re here now, too? You haven’t shrunk, either.”

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shit just got Real with @betrayou

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I have to duck over to one of my other blogs to finish some drafts, but before I do, I just want to take a moment and remind everyone that fran is a certified little shit and none of what he says is a reflection of my own thoughts or opinions!! so please don’t ever take any of what he says personally, I assure you I am a nerd who loves everyone!

tbh I’m always afraid of hurting peoples’ feelings because fran is a ~5′2″ ball of endless sass who takes no prisoners and I worry someone’s going to take it the wrong way. so I just wanted to clear this up! and if you ever have any questions or concerned, please don’t ever hesitate to contact me about it!! even if I’m not on here, I can almost always be found on my twitter, or discord.

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Perhaps the strangest bouquet ever assembled, Fran receives at his doorstep a little glass vase full of bright green bells of ireland flowers. The note only has Fran's name on it.

{✘} » — Wow, would you look at that! What a lovely gift. One can only wonder what passive-aggressive little bitch might have sent this! There’s only one place he could possibly put such a well thought out token...

               Right into the trash can!

               “Sorry, I only accept love confessions in the form of moonlight serenades and Shakespearean sonnets.”

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ღ 　 He laughed openly as Fran’s words finished, a full-bodied amusement that he couldn’t help but express for a few seconds. “Fran-kun, you surprise me! I didn’t think someone in the Varia could be such a coward!”

“Scared of your own boss, scared to lose your partner, you’re really just a lot of talk, huh? I’m almost disappointed!” Another little fit of giggling, before his mirth bled into his smile, his voice going quieter. “But then, I guess you take after your master after all. Mukuro-kun’s eyes have always been bigger than his ambition, just a lot of lying here, illusions there, never getting into anything on even grounds in case he were beaten.” That future remembered was something Byakuran typically didn’t dwell on, particularly Mukuro’s place in it, but sometimes when the moods hit just right, how could he help himself? Trapping the untrappable, killing an immortal, it was all too good.

“But fine, just for you, I won’t seek out Bel-chan. If you don’t want us to play, though, you’ll have to tell him yourself how certain you are I’ll kill him~”

{✘} » — There were any number of things he often found himself enduring. Insults were nothing new or foreign to him, they were a daily occurrence. And, quite frankly, they didn’t bother him much. He was equally guilty of dishing them out; Although, the knives were the part he could do without, as well as their lightning guardian’s existence altogether. But beggars can’t be choosers, as fate would have it.

              This was different, however.

               Fran’s nose wrinkles in disgust at the implication that he might fear losing Belphegor. Anyone who didn’t fear Xanxus’ wrath in even the slightest were either delusional or lying, but that idiot prince? It takes every ounce of restraint he has to keep from scoffing, and he still very well might have, were it not for the comment that follows. The one that actually gets to him.

               “You misconstrue my tolerance as fear. And here I thought you would understand using others for your own benefit better than anyone,” he says. His tone remains even, but to anyone familiar with the young illusionist, it was clear he was angered. “It’s true I can’t stand his type, that much hasn’t changed. But the fact of the matter is he hasn’t outlived his usefulness yet, something else I’m sure you would understand all too well. To be perfectly honest, I couldn’t care less what you think about me. Disrespecting my master, on the other hand, isn’t something I can simply ignore.”

               Mukuro had done well to inform him on the memories he had lost, about himself, the Varia, the future deferred, and of course, Byakuran. As had been expected, things changed, relationships were molded differently. The future, his present, had taken a different path. But some grudges transcended even timelines. And likewise, though neither would admit it, so did the bond between master and disciple.

               "You know nothing of his ambitions, let alone enough to tell me what is or isn’t true about him. This place may have restricted my abilities, but I’m certain they’ve done the same to you. Meaning there would be very little to stop me from cutting your tongue out if you continue speaking of my master in such an ignorant fashion, Byakuran. And before you call it a bluff, I would remind you that I am still an officer of Varia.”

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{✘} » — He had always been known to be a particularly perceptive individual. It was all part of the trade, really. Both as an assassin and as an illusionist, the key was all in the skill to read others. Quickly and efficiently. That was the Varia’s way. And his time here had become no exception to that. This city was full of peculiar beings, human and inhuman alike, most relatively harmless, though there was the occasional person or two who caught his interest.

              The majority were those who had also come from his world. But who was to say there couldn’t be an exception? He had already seen on more than one occasion how looks might be deceiving.

               Fran clicks his tongue, arms folding back behind his head.

               “That’s quite the presence,” he remarks. “Your fashion choices might be questionable at best, but it isn’t everyday you encounter someone with such a large aura despite looking like they could snap in half at any given moment.”

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i heard it's your birthday so happy birthday to ya!!

{✘} » —Huh? No insults, no death threats. No weird laughs.Sometimes he still manages to forget just how much of a contrast there is between the Vongola and the Varia. Seriously, how were they part of the same family.

              “Did you now? Well this is awkward.” 

              Being nice? How does that work? 

              “Uh...thanks, I guess? Yeah, that’s all I’ve got.” 

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happy birthday you're officially an adult now so Please Act Like One thank u

he’s not sure what he was expecting, but the chief called. he said this ain’t it.

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happy birthday coward-kun

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honestly, the hardest part about writing fran again is that it makes me miss the indie days and my friends from back then. I hope y’all are doing well.

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ღ 　 “That’s because you don’t have a proper Sky to help you harmonize!” he said, as if flames really meant that much (though Xanxus made a damned good case for it; he and Byakuran were equally destructive, but Byakuran was actually capable of holding his family together). “I would offer to hire you all to work for a real boss, but I don’t like any of you!”

He let out a little giggle at Fran’s sudden interest. Was he protecting an ally, or genuinely curious? The only good thing about the Varia was how inscrutable they were compared to the ultimately moral and just primary Vongola. “My allegiance is whatever I want it to be. But more importantly, Bel-chan is a really exciting fighter! He’s smart and unpredictable, doesn’t fight for anything like ideals, plus he has no moral limits, so if we were to get into it one of us would surely die! It would be Bel-chan, naturally, but the point is he might play games with me~”

{✘} » — There was no argument that the Varia were a dysfunctional bunch. They were unruly and often times preferred to play by their own rules, which were all traits that Fran, himself, didn’t care for. Hell, had he had any say in the matter to begin with, he never would have joined the brute squad. But even he knew that Xanxus was a man commanding respect, and there was a reason those who followed him did.

              “The boss would kill you where you stand if he heard you say that,” he states, concise and to the point. Most of his teammates were fair play, he had no qualms insulting the lot of them. But speaking poorly of Varia’s leader was a death sentence, and Fran had a strong enough sense of self-preservation to mind his tongue. “He’s really not the type you want to get angry, it never ends well. And I’m pretty sure my master would have my head if I even considered working for you.”

              At first glance, he couldn’t understand why Mukuro was so wary of this man. His behavior was so playful, almost childlike. How could he possibly be a threat? But he was beginning to see it now, the sinister smile hidden beneath all the sugary sweetness. Fran’s brow furrows. Not have a defined loyalty he could understand; Despite his status in the Varia, he was still just as much his master’s disciple. Yet Byakuran was more the type who would burn the world to the ground for his own entertainment.

               "And here I thought Bel-senpai was the delusional one.” Well those were words he never imagined coming out of his mouth. “As much as I’m sure you two would enjoy trying to wipe the grin off each others’ faces, without him around, I end up partnered to the old lightning pervert. So, unfortunately, I still need that idiot. Help yourself to Levi-san, I assure you he would not be missed, but I couldn’t actually let you kill the fallen prince.”

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     Surprise brightens her expression and relief shags her shoulders. Catching sight of a familiar frog hat amongst the crowd could have been a trick of some sort, but Chrome is exceptional in her usage of illusions and as such, it is rare for her mind to fall to someone else. Besides, Chrome knows the people she cares for as well as she knows herself, hence why she’s able to create illusions of them if need be; she’d like to safely assume that she’d be able to tell if someone she knew was an illusion or not.

     Given her slight stature, it’s easy for her to move through the crowd and follow the bob and weave of Fran’s hat. Perhaps she should shout to catch his attention, but Chrome cares little for raising her voice unless absolutely necessary. Besides, it doesn’t take her long at all to catch up, not even out of breath.

     ❛ Fran-kun is taller than I last remember. ❜ She says by way of greeting, point further proven by how she has to incline her head upward to speak to him properly. It’s hard to believe that he was small enough for her to carry around with no issue. She misses being taller than someone, but that’s neither here nor there.

{✘} » — Were it up to him, he would have been housed in any other ward than Golden. He might not have possessed the same feeling of belligerence towards them as a certain cloud guardian, but he wasn’t particularly fond of them, either. It was crowded and noisy, and made it difficult to get around. This would have been an assassin’s worst nightmare had he been sent on a mission to such an area, but at the very least, that hasn’t been the case here. They say it’s the small victories that count, right?

              As he passes through the constrained space, however, an odd feelings creeps up on him. A feeling of eyes on him. The sense that he’s being followed. He doesn’t stop walking, though his movements deliberately slow as cautious eyes peer over his shoulder. Nothing suspicious, but that wasn’t to say there was nothing there.

              Was his mind playing tricks on him? Perhaps. But one of the core lessons of being an illusionist was learning to trust one’s instincts, and his gut was currently telling him not to just shake this off.

               Fortunately, the voice that is suddenly right by him doesn’t leave him in suspense for long. And to the untrained eye, his expression doesn’t falter. To someone more trained, someone familiar with Varia’s rookie, there’s a trace of surprise in his features.

               “Chrome...?” he says, looking the girl up and down. Of course, just like the others, she’s her younger self. The one he hasn’t seen in ten years. Fran doesn’t say it, although he contemplates whether he’s relieved or concerned to find her hear. For the time being, he sighs. It wasn’t often someone was calling him tall, then again, he never realized just how small she was. To be fair, he had also been ten during the time; everything appeared big to him.

               “Your hair was longer last time I saw you,” is the returned observation as Fran takes the opportunity to steer them away from the sea of amassed strangers. Once they’re in the clear does he pause, turning to properly face her, “I guess Master was right, they really are bringing in everyone.” Damn him always being right. “...Does he know that you’re here? I’ll never hear the end of it if he finds out I knew and didn’t tell him.”