{Varia headquarter, Italy}

Dawn

"Voi!"

Yucca's door slammed open as a long white haired male made his entrance.

"Come and spare with me small trash!" he ordered.

Groaning tiredly, Yucca stretched before glancing at his watch resting on his bedside table. 5.30am, are you kidding me? He wondered. Not even acknowledging the male, he snuggled deeper into his comfy black blanket.

"Voiii! Don't ignore me you sc-tiny scum!"

Grabbing the male's blanket, Squalo effortlessly pulled it away, forcing the raven head to move.

Randomly patting around him in search for his blanket, Yucca rolled over only to fall on the ground with a loud thud.

Grumbling he sat up, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes, he glanced up at the impatient swordsman.

"Ah, Squa-" a yawn, "-lo, what can I help you with?"

Squalo's brow twitched in irritation, "Don't screw with me you small trash! You're late!"

Yucca tilted his head to the side, confused. The sleepiness still presents in his gaze, he, tried to narrow his eyes without falling asleep once more.

"Ah!"

"Voiii! Don't "ah" me you tiny scum!" Squalo shouted, "hurry, or I'll kill you small trash!" he ordered.

Yucca could feel his ears ringing as he nodded in what seemed to be agreement.

::

Morning

Drying his hair, Yucca stretched his tired arms. Sparing with Squalo first thing in the morning sure was tiring.

Sweeping his gaze over his furniture, Yucca made his way to his closet. Taking out a simple turtleneck black shirt and a pair of jeans, he hanged his now wet towel to one of his room's chair.

Dressed, Yucca went to his desk where his daggers usually rested. Keyword: usually.

Opening a few drawers and looking into his closet and many cases, Yucca couldn't seem to find them, where did I put them?

Maybe I forgot them in the training room? Making his way down the corridor, Yucca didn't seem to notice the pair of eyes trailing behind him.

Nothing, there was nothing, his daggers where nowhere to be seen.

How troublesome. Yucca sighed, gently ruffling his black locks.

"Ushishishi," a laugh resonated into the silent training ground, making Yucca snap his head in its direction, eyes narrowed.

"Belphegor..." he muttered, a bit confused before glancing at the knife the male was holding. "Give them back," he demanded.

Bel laughed as if he had heard a funny joke. "Why should I? I can do whatever I want because I'm a prince," he stated, his creepy grin intact.

Yucca looked at the teenager with a deadpan look this kid is way harder to tame than any of my former students he thought. Passing a hand through his raven locks, he sighed, "Okay, you can keep them. It doesn't matter."

Bel's smile faltered for a second before going back to its usual "brightness." "No, no, no." he exclaimed, "you can't walk away like that, you need to take your daggers back," he ordered, earning him a raised eyebrow. "Ushishishi, come and try to get them!" he provoked, the two knives dangling from his left hand.

Yucca had to remind himself that he was dealing with a kid living with assassins for his whole life not to snap at him.

Mentally rubbing his eyes, he indulged into Belphegor's childish games. After all, even if Belphegor was a hitman, he remained a 14-year-old boy, he needs attention, puberty wasn't "easy."

::

Midday

"Ushishishi, are you done yet?" Bel asked from his chair.

Quickly glancing at the younger male, Yucca hummed. "Yeah, only wait for a second and I'll be, done." he cried from where he was standing near the stove.

Taking two clean plates out of the cupboard, Yucca made two carbonara servings. "There you go," he said, gently placing one of the portions before the teenager before sitting in front of him with his, own serving. "Help yourself there's more in the kitchen."

"Ushishishi, don't mind if I do."

The two ate in silence before Yucca broke it.

"You shouldn't take others' belongings like that," he stated. Bel didn't even glance at him.

Trying to sermon him more, Yucca tried again. "Look, it's, really annoying," he stated.

As expected, no response. Then again, what did Yucca expect with this type of reasoning? The kid wasn't "normal," he wouldn't care about annoying others, on the contrary, he would probably do it more.

"Bel," he called out, earning the kid's attention at the nickname. Yucca didn't call anyone by a nickname in the Varia. Although Bel was what everybody called him, it was still strange to hear it from the no-longer-parasite in front of him.

Not so gracefully slurping his pasta, Bel hummed. The slurping made the sauce splatter onto his face.

Yucca chuckled, in the end, Belphegor was only a child. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on him?

Softening his gaze, Yucca extended his hand to wipe off the sauce. A gentle smile adorned his face as the image of a younger male with white hair and purple eyes overlapped with the teen standing in front of him.

"You remind me of my brother" he muttered absentmindedly, not noticing what he said until it was too late. How could he remember a brother he never had? The only brother he had was the original's Ran. A brother he never met in real life and who he only spoke to on the phone since he transmigrated.

At the mention of a brother, Bel visibly stiffened before going back to his usual demeanor. "And? Who's the strongest, the best out of the two of us?"

Ran-chan is of course! A childish voice shouted inside his head as he answered.

"Well, compared to you, he would probably not live the night," Yucca said with a chuckle.

The answer seemed to please Bel because his smile grew, wider. "Of course," he hummed, "I am the best because I am a prince," he stated proudly.

Yucca only smiled at the childish behavior it contrasted greatly with Belphegor's usual psychotic self. He concluded he preferred this side of the boy more, Bel, was just a child he should act like one.

"I know!" Bel exclaimed, "You shall be allowed to attend to me," he stated. "Because I'm a prince," he justified somewhat proudly.

Yucca smiled wryly, "Sure?"

::

Afternoon

"Tell me Yucca-chan, what is so interesting about this school?" Lussuria wondered, looking over the raven head's shoulder.

Yucca was currently sitting in the living room, doing some casual researches on Kunigigaoka junior high school. He would do so from time to time when he had time, looking up the school's archive, their events, teachers, students.

Yucca hummed, reading one of the school's newspaper club's article about their upcoming school festival. "Nothing, I'm just curious," he answered, passing a hand through his soft black locks.

"Really," Lussuria narrowed his eyes behind his shades, his tone holding the same curiosity as before. "Anyway," he said gently clapping his hands to gain the other's attention. Getting a hold of some of Yucca's black hair strands, he asked, "They are so soft and fluffy, what type of hair product do you use?"

Yucca gave a quick glance at the male behind him before shutting his computer down. "Well, it depends. I have a few hair products in my room if you want. I could lend some to you." he proposed, standing up.

"Really! As expected, of Yucca-chan!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, "You, really know how to sway a woman's heart!"

Yucca only smiled wryly, at the remark, he didn't plan to sway any woman with this hobby of his. Even if I did, this body wouldn't allow it. Such a sad life, he thought.

::

A few days later

Afternoon

"Ushishi," Bel laughed, annoyed. "Luss, could you stop smelling?"

Luss tripped over thin air, offended. "How could you!" he shouted, bringing a hand to his chest to emphasize how "hurt" he was.

"For once, I agree with the Trash," Squalo stated with a scowl, "my nose can't take it anymore," he said, waving his hand in front of his nose to chase the smell.

"Wha- not you too Squalo-chan!" Lussuria whined. "Yucca-chan was so kind lending me his hair products too, how could you be so mean!"

Hearing the absent male's name, Squalo clicked his tongue. "So it was the small trash's doing," he murmured.

"Ushishishi, how sly."

Kachack, the door to the living room opened.

"Lussuria, I'm looking for my shampoo case, do you-" Yucca interrupted his sentence. Scrunching his nose at the strong smell, he raised his eyes from his phone. "What's that smell," he muttered. "Is someone trying a new perfume brand?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow dubiously.

"Voiiii! That," Squalo said pointing his sword at the feminine male, "is your doing. Don't try to deny it."

Yucca looked at Squalo, then at Lussuria for a few seconds, proceeding the newly received information before widening his eyes in realization. "Ah!" he finally said, hitting his right palm with his fist. "Lussuria, did you perhaps borrow my black leather case with the silver lily engraved on it?" he asked.

Taking a few seconds to think, Lussuria nodded his head in agreement. "Now that you mention it, the one I took DID have a silver lily on it."

"Right, this case is for experimental purposes. The most fragrant products are, stored in it. I haven't found the right balance for those yet." Yucca admitted, passing a hand through his hair.

Sighing, Yucca dragged the exuberant male out of the room.

::

"There," the raven head said a black leather case in hand. "You should found what you need in this one" he stated before retrieving the silver lily engraved one.

Lussuria hummed, quietly sitting on the room's couch, he fiddled with the case's handle. "Say, Yucca-chan..."

"Why are you so interested in hair products," he wondered. "I didn't peg you for a being coquettish."

Yucca stopped rearranging the lily engraved case for a second before resuming his work. "It's useful."

Lussuria looked at him blankly.

"I mean if I need to go undercover, disguising myself is always a bonus." he defended, "and going to the hair salon every time I need a dye is a pain," he muttered.

Hearing Yucca's childish argumentation, Lussuria snorted.

::

Walking down the hallway, Yucca was, stopped by a voice.

"How much?" the petite figure asked. "How much do you save by making your hair products?" Mammon inquired, his voice dead serious.

Yucca looked at him, not comprehending how shampoo would interest his small companion.

"Do you want some?" he asked, uncertain. "I can give some to you."

Mammon perked up at the mention of the verb to give. Shampoo for free, how much money would he spare? "Yeah," they stated, their tone flat. "Give me some, for free." they specified, shamelessly.

Yucca looked at them, not, really knowing how to answer. "Yeah of course, for free," he confirmed.

Satisfied Mammon turned around, "I want something not too fragrant but still agreeable to smell," they said. "I'll give you the list of what I don't want later." with these parting words, the caped figure disappeared.

Yucca remained still for a few seconds, not understanding what happened before making his way to the kitchen for a drink.

::

Dusk

Sitting in his room, Yucca silently tipped his report.

Click, click, click

Tenth week within the Varia.

Nothing to report.

All of the Varia trains, as usual, to stay in shape. Their sparring method remains the same as before my venue.

Superbi Squalo is still as loud and energetic as ever.

Lussuria is there to calm them (more or less), most of the time.

Leviathan is silent. He stays out of my way most of the time, more than the others.

Belphegor is playing with his knives and playing with them most of the time.

Mammon, like Leviathan, remains a mystery. We only interacted once when I got lost in the mansion. He's discreet.

Looking over what he just tipped, Yucca passed a hand through his hair. What is this? He wanted to cry at his report's poor quality. As time went on, he felt them becoming less and less consistent. It was saddening.

At this moment, Koro knew he wasn't born to do reports, he was better at reading and correcting them.

This chapter was an overview of Yucca/Koro's relationship with the Varia. Other chapters of him bonding with them will most probably be bonuses.

Thanks for reading