The very first time Superbi Squalo met the infamous Rokudo Mukuro, was when he was sixteen and had just joined the Vongola's assassination squad, the Varia, it was when he was on his very first mission.

His mission was to investigate the Estraneo Family, apparently they were too weak and got wiped out by some random brat.

"He can't be that bad..."

"What happened anyway?"

"The entire family was massacred by a kid."

"Oh my god.... Why?"

"They think it's because the family was experimenting on humans."

That was all Squalo heard before he tuned out the older males conversation, opting instead to press his forehead to the cool glass window and watch the bleak scenery go by in a blur of grey.

The sixteen year-old boy yawned, stretching his long, slim arms above his head and feeling his muscles crack after being in a car with stinky old men for a long time. He put down his arms and watched as one of the elder members of the squad approached. Squalo had already dubbed him an idiot, just because of the conversations heard around the base and in the car.

"Hey, Newbie. Don't fuck this up, got it? Were assassins, and we have a reputation to keep."

"Are you retarded? If I was gonna fuck this up, why would I have been scouted in the first place? Is the Varia that desperate?" Squalo replied in a bored tone, looking at the other male with a glare. The man, in return, flushed with frustration and stomped off, leaving the smirking teen to pat his sword in victory.

"Hurry up Newbie, or we'll leave you behind!" This caused Squalo to run off, leaving the field of vision of a shadowy figure hidden within the trees.

"Kufufu...." Chuckled the figure, disappearing into a cloud of mist.

'Oh god..' Seemed to be the census throughout the Varia men at the gory sight before them. They stood silently at the doorway to what seemed to be a laboratory, looking at the motionless bodies sprawled across the floor, covered in a sheet of crimson.

"Jesus. Are you assassins, or five year-old girls?" Squalo growled, stomping into the room and kicking severed limbs out of his path, making his way towards a door on the far side of the room.

"Newbie! Don't go in there unprepared! At least take out your fucking weapon!" Yelled the squad captain as he started after the white haired male, picking his way more carefully through the carnage, gently sliding limbs out of his way.

Squalo, of course, didn't listen. He threw the door open carelessly, his hand no where near the sword strapped to his waist, and froze.

"Oi! Newbie! What the fuck is wrong with you?" The captain yelled from behind him, only a few feet away now.

Squalo didn't know, nor could be reply in any way. It felt like there were chains and ice all over his body, keeping him in place like stone. He was completely immobile. All he could see was a small red light, and all he could feel was the cold.

And then his world when pitch black.

FFF. -Bows- Well then. That was it. This was just a really short chapter I wrote in Math class. I finally got to typing it out. XDDD Shall I continue~? Does anyone like it enough for that? :3

R&R please~