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[royal_ripper]

Character(s): D!Mello (fortheoldworld), Belphegor (royal_ripper), XANXUS (x_equals_10), later Garak (obsidian_tailor)
Time: Towards 9:30 pm, shortly after this post.
Where: The coffee shop in the Undercity, moving to the park/playground
Rating: PG-15? Cursing, angst, and blood.
Summary: Mello pissed Xanxus off for the first and last time, so the Varia boss orders Bel to kill him. Only problem is,

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Continued log- The next day

[royal_ripper]

[Lurking in doorways was never polite, but Belphegor wasn't quite sure how to make his entrance. Hell, he didn't even know if Mello was conscious yet or not, but he was there, and now he was sort of wondering why the hell he ever though this was a good idea.

The previous night, he'd gone home, confirmed the kill to Xanxus, and collapsed into bed, falling asleep almost immediately. He'd awoken to a headache and an itching in his arm, underneath the firm plaster of the temporary cast. And an insufferable desire to undo everything he'd done the previous night. Why the hell had he even... damnit, after nine years serving Xanxus, he had to potentially throw it all away for some brat who was going to kill him the next time he saw him anyway.

Regardless, Belphegor wanted to make sure Mello was still in the hospital, and not out ruining him- even more, he needed to be sure that the other wasn't planning on revealing Bel the instant he could. So, a visit was in order. But now that he was here, he wasn't quite sure what to say.

So, he simply slinks forward, before leaning in the doorframe, casting a glance inward and hiding his injured arm in the sleeve of his coat.]

[fortheoldworld]

Garak, [Mello murmurs,] Are you seriously back already? I'm not a baby. Come on.

[His eyes are closed. If he were in better shape, he'd be able to tell that it's not Garak.]

[royal_ripper]

[Belphegor pauses a moment, before taking a deep breath. His heart shouldn't be pounding like this.]

About three feet and two hundred pounds off, Mello.

[fortheoldworld]

[Mello goes tense. First, he's embarrassed that he made such a mistake in front of Belphegor. Second, he's angry.]

Fuck's- what. No. You missed your chance, I'll be really pissed if you kill me now.

[royal_ripper]

Won't say I hadn't thought about it.

[He doesn't move into the room, observing the IV drip and machines Mello is hooked up to.]

Guess you didn't die after all.

[fortheoldworld]

Well aren't you just great at catching the finer details.

[royal_ripper]

You're welcome.

[fortheoldworld]

[He tries to sit up and it's a bad, bad idea.]

You want me to thank you for putting me in the hospital?

[royal_ripper]

For saving your life.

[He shrugs.]

I can't be blamed for putting you here. It was either this, or kill you.

[fortheoldworld]

I really hate you.

[royal_ripper]

I know.

[Mello's not going to invite him in, so he simply steps inside, contemplating for a moment before taking a chair next to the hospital bed.]

But you shouldn't. You've got no clue what death is like.

[fortheoldworld]

Belphegor, I was trying to do something and you ruined it. [He doesn't realize that he sounds like a child.]

[royal_ripper]

[That gets a grin out of him.]

I don't want to be taught a lesson in honor, least of all from you.

[fortheoldworld]

I don't like him.

[royal_ripper]

Xanxus?

[fortheoldworld]

Yeah, that.