Ai: A new story that I just HAD to post. XD Enjoy!
Disclaimer: If you dare to even THINK about saying that I own KHR, I'll slap you.
Superbi Squalo was a man to be feared. He was the master of the sword, and had taken down too many other 'masters of the sword' to count, all in order to perfect his technique. He was also the Vice-Commander of the Vongola Family's famed Varia squad, of which had never failed and assassination mission, no matter how 'impossible' it had been said to be. Even as a teenager, he was no less fearsome. He had the reputation of being his school's strongest student, something he upheld with pride. It was not unusual to see him beating up at least five other students everyday, these students usually the ones foolish enough to challenge him to a fight.
There were just two people in the world who threatened his 'tough' reputation: his parents.
To say his parents had big dreams for him would be an understatement. To say his parents doted on him would be the understatement of the century. His parents loved him so much that his existence was practically the reason for THEIR existence. Within one hour of his birth, they had planned out the entire path he should take for his life, down to the very last detail. He would grow up, attend the most prestigious schools there ever were in Italy, graduate from the most prestigious University, inherit his father's business, take a wife at age twenty-five, have a child of his own at twenty-seven, and so on.
Sadly, he only followed their plans up to the 'attend the most prestigious schools there ever were in Italy' part. Which was a good thing, because if his life had gone the way his parents had planned, it would have been dead boring. Much to the chagrin of his parents, Squalo grew up to be a violent sixteen-year-old boy, quite unlike the kind and gentlemanly young man they had planned for him to be.
"Dear, just where have we gone wrong?" Mrs. Superbi sobbed to her husband, just in time for young Squalo to slam the door of the mansion he called his home open and saunter casually into the sitting room both his parents were in. Mrs. Superbi took one look at her son's bruised fist and screamed. "Whatever happened to you, my precious?!" she cried. "Have those delinquents at school been bullying you again? Oh, I shall write in to the principal and have him expel them! How DARE they touch my lovely Squalo!"
Squalo had a nonchalant look on, undoubtedly because it was practically a daily ritual in the Superbi household. "Voiii," he said, "I was the one beating them up, not the other way round."
His parents looked horrified. "Squalo! Whatever have we been telling you about fighting?! It is below your status to fight other people, no matter what they did to you!" Mr. Superbi scolded.
Squalo merely shrugged and pointed to the sword in his other fist. "At least I didn't use my sword today."
Mr. and Mrs. Superbi became even more horrified, that is, if only it were possible. "You mean to tell us that you have been using your sword against other students? You'll be expelled! Whatever shall we do?" Mrs. Superbi burst into tears and fled the room.
"If you want to use weapons against others, at least you should use a gun!" Mr. Superbi shouted. "That way, you won't get any blood on your hands!"
Young Squalo had a WTF? expression on. "It doesn't make any difference, does it?"
As you can see, Mr. and Mrs. Superbi clearly did not approve of their son's violent deeds. However, they continued to ignore them for the most part, dismissing them as part of their beloved son's rebellious stage. It would make one wonder just how much of their son's acts could be genuinely considered part of his 'rebellious stage', because even after Squalo grew to become a young adult, his parents continued the belief that their son would grow out of his bloodthirsty nature eventually. Naturally, he did not. He most certainly did not plan to follow his parents' plans for him either, because like I said, it would have been dead boring. But his parents most certainly did not expect him to come home one day and announce that he would be joining the Vongola's Family's Varia squad.
Or not so much for the 'announce' part. He slammed the door open so hard that it fell off its hinges and screamed it loud enough for the whole of Italy to hear, which would therefore obviously include his parents, not forgetting his famous "VOOOOOOIIIII!!!!" cry.
"VOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIII!!!!" He screamed loud enough for the whole of Italy to hear, which would therefore obviously include his parents. "I'M JOINING THE VONGOLA FAMILY'S VARIA SQUAD AS OF TOMORROW!!!"
As other parents would be, Mr. and Mrs. Superbi were shocked beyond belief. And more, because everyone in Italy knew how much they fawned over their only son. Mrs. Superbi burst into tears and fled the room, as usual. Mr. Superbi could almost feel his hair turning white, except that his hair was already white. "My son!!!!" he shouted with a voice nearly loud enough to rival that of Squalo's. Nearly. "That's an assassination squad!! Do you know what you are getting yourself into?!" Obviously, Squalo knew, and he wasn't afraid to shout his reply back to his father. Squalo never spoke. He shouted. Mr. Superbi, upon hearing his beloved son's answer, promptly fainted and had to be taken to the nearest hospital.
That didn't stop Squalo from joining the Varia anyway.
But that didn't stop his parents from attempting to change their son's mind either, though Mrs. Superbi did little else other than cry non-stop. Their efforts were in vain.
Strong as he was, it did not take Squalo more than a few weeks to quickly rise to the ranks of Vice-Commander. This would normally make other parents proud, no matter how much they disapproved of their children's occupation, but Mr. and Mrs. Superbi were not 'other parents' and grew even more devastated.
Lussuria, being the kind and caring 'Mother'/ 'Nee-san' of the Varia, in order to lighten the worries of Squalo's parents, felt it his duty to send daily, yes, daily, extremely detailed reports of what their son had done for the entire day to them. These reports included details like what missions he had gone on for the day, how dangerous they were, how much he was being paid for them, what he ate for lunch (if he even ate lunch at all), and believe it or not, even the exact timings he had gone to the bathroom (don't ask). Sometimes, he even secretly sent parcels containing tapes or video clips of Squalo, or even the occasional things he had 'borrowed' from Squalo, such as a spare Varia uniform. The long-haired swordsman was very confused when he returned to the Varia Headquarters after a particularly difficult mission in a ripped and torn uniform only to find his spare one missing without a trace. Not only did Lussuria not inform Squalo where it had vanished to, for fear of incurring his wrath, he also proceeded to secretly film him with his clothes almost falling off his body and sent the tape to poor Squalo's parents the next day.
Mr. and Mrs. Superbi, still upset as they were about their precious son joining an elite assassination squad, of all things, were at least relieved and grateful to Lussuria for letting them know that their son was doing well. (If you can count having glasses of wine or candlestick holders being thrown at his head almost daily by a grumpy Xanxus 'doing well', although such acts of abuse never failed to result in at least ten long letters of complaint being written in to Xanxus. Said leader of the Varia would burn them all in his fireplace without even glancing at them, then proceed to throw yet another glass of wine or something similar at Squalo's head. One would think that Squalo would have lost half of his brain cells by now. Fortunately, he had been born with a rather solid head.)
But the last straw for them came when Lussuria sent them the left arm that their son had cut off, all for the sake of 'further understanding the way of the sword', directly quoted. Mrs. Superbi fainted and neither she nor her husband could sleep for months. And thus began their grand plan to get their son to quit the Varia and return home, with force should it prove necessary. However, they forgot that Squalo's title as the Vice-Commander of the Varia squad was not just for show alone. Therefore, no matter how many people they sent after him, they failed every time, these people sometimes even coming back with missing limbs.
Eventually, they decided that Squalo being THEIR son, they should not count on others to bring him back for them. They should do something about it themselves. What did they decide to do, you ask? They decided that they should break into the Varia Headquarters.
Unfortunately for them, and fortunately for Squalo, no matter how hard they tried, they just couldn't succeed in their mission. Well, it IS THE Varia Headquarters we're talking about here for a reason.
Although it was also Squalo, once he caught word of his parents' plan to stage a recapture of him in an attempt to take him back home, who ordered the security of the Varia Headquarters to be tightened a hundred… no, thousand-fold.
Author's Notes:
Hope you liked it~ And I'll get back to Ask And You Shall Recieve. It'll be up in like the next few days. I SWEAR!!