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Belphegor finds out someone else in the Varia might be in love with the girl that steals his every thought. How will he react?

Bel's Confession

There was an oddly happy hum coming from a nondescript corner of the Varia HQ. This melodious noise was heard by no one except for the hummer who was roaming the lavish halls in an empty floor. A blond, slender boy, his hair shielding his eyes from the world, was the culprit. Belphegor was having an exceptionally good day which explained the bright, cheery tune.

"VRAAAII!" A shout pierced the still air. Belphegor paused and turned around in an unsurprised manner. He'd know that unmistakably screechy voice anywhere.

As he'd suspected, before him stood Squalo. With a face twisted in overacted wrath, Squalo screamed, "What makes you think you can walk around singing like a girl here, baka?"

"I'm a prince, Squalo," replied the younger boy indifferently. "I can do whatever I wish. Now move, dirty commoner."

Squalo screeched again at being called a commoner; this time, the anger could've been real. "Prince? Try princess! Are you a part of an assassination team or are you a wimpy, useless girl?!"

Squalo was like that, easily excited. It wasn't rage, as Bel knew, because Squalo was looking for a fight. After all, that was what being a hit man was about. It was just that Squalo was the only one who wanted to pick fights twenty-four seven, which could drain anybody, Mafioso or otherwise.

"I'm heading to the common room, Squalo," Bel said, already leaving the silver-haired man behind him. "Follow me if you want, but try using your inside voice. My princely ears aren't accustomed to animals yelling."

Another screech before Squalo dashed into Bel, who jumped up from intuition, dodging the attack. Landing gracefully on his feet after a mid-air flip, Bel watched as Squalo furiously turned around with his sword pointing out. When had he unsheathed that deadly thing?

"Maybe later, shark."

Squalo put away his sword with a snarl on his face. By observing Belphegor, he felt there was something wrong with him. Perhaps not wrong, but definitely off. Belphegor was happy and it wasn't that insane happiness. This new happiness was scarier.

"Let's go then, princess."

They walked on to the elevator which lead them to the first floor. Walking onwards silently, they passed the extensive lobby before finally getting to the common hall, which was even more lavish than the empty floor they were in moments ago. The ornate door was almost shut but there was a small crack in the doorway, allowing the brightly lit room's light to shine outside the room.

Within the room came a voice --

"It's about Celia."

Bel came to a sudden halt. Squalo was some steps behind him, but too far to notice the change in Belphegor's demeanor. Using all his concentration, he listened in to what appeared to be a secret conversation between Lussuria and Leviathon.

It had been Levi speaking in his deep voice. He continued, "You know her well, or you're close to her."

Lussuria replied in his girlish tone, "Yes, I'm the closest to her... What do you want with her?"

What right does Lussuria have to say he's the closest? Thought Bel involuntarily.

A sigh passed. Levi again: "I... I think I've become attached to her."

"Attached to Celia?" Lussuria was surprised.

"Yes. I didn't do it willingly. You know how devoted I am to Xanxus. But this...this happened. It couldn't be helped."

"So you're going to tell her?"

Pause. "I think I will." His voice was decided.

Belphegor backed away from the door, a barely contained rage bubbling within him. What was Leviathon saying? It made no sense! Where did these sudden feelings come from? How could Leviathon do that, especially since...

Since you were going to tell her you love her today, the traitorous voice in his mind whispered.

Clenching both his teeth and fists to avoid spilling out the anger that grew without end, Bel backed away from the door and ran into an astonished Squalo. Squalo didn't call Bel back nor did he say anything, letting him go.

Instead, as the boy ran away, Squalo wondered what Belphegor had heard in the conversation between Lussuria and Levi to make him react that way. It had to be only one thing, Squalo decided -- and was that one thing about Celia?

As Bel ran, he passed a slight figure. He stopped and turned around, facing the back of the girl who was always on his mind. She turned around too. A smile passed her lips when she saw Belphegor. That radiant smile always stunned him.

"Hey, Bel," Celia greeted.

"Hello." His voice shook. With the swallowed rage or something else, he didn't know.

"I was coming to check up on you," she teased. It had to be teasing. She wouldn't come just for him.

"I-I'm glad."

"You said you had something to tell me for the next time you came to my place. Well, I'm here now so why don't you go ahead and say what was on your mind."

Crap, she remembered. Bel swallowed. It was now or never and he wanted Celia to know now -- and he also wanted to tell her before Levi made Celia aware that he, too, had affections for her.

"Celia, this is important. They call me a genius in battle, but I have strong feelings for you that I can't fight anymore. I needed to tell you this -- please tell me you feel the same?"

...was what he wished he'd said. Instead, two screams of varying pitches interrupted the two and Lussuria and Squalo barged in on them.

"Celia!" Squealed Lussuria. "Darling, how are you?! I've beaten up a nasty monster for you, love. It was very hard work!"

"VRAAAIT!" Squalo shouted, but no one paid attention to him except Bel. "He means Levi, princess, so be grateful to him."

Levi? Lussuria? They fought?

Later that day, after Celia had left, Belphegor asked Lussuria about the matter.

"Oh, that perverted Leviathon said he wanted to have my blessings to confess his love to my precious sister, and I just couldn't handle that! So we had a duel and I won, which means he'll never have Celia, or so help me. I swear! The next person to harass my little sister is going to get it bad from me!"

Belphegor suddenly excused himself, feeling the need to be out of Lussuria's sight. Lussuria didn't understand why Bel was making a run for the door but Bel was always doing weird things.

On the other hand, Bel had never felt so terrified of Lussuria as he had when he saw that spark in Lussuria's eyes when he talked about his supposed "sister." Belphegor reasoned that he could postpone confessing to Celia. Now, only to plan how to get around Lussuria....