Disclaimer: Bloodybel does not own KHR. If she did, Varia, especially Squalo, would have way more screen time.

A/N: Well, here is my first fanfic. It's written in Squalo's perspective. I hope you read and enjoy it! :)

The Shark's Epic Journey - Defeat

He hated this feeling. The feeling of being inferior to anyone, to feel so… weak. Squalo looked up, straight into the eyes of the man who was responsible for this feeling. That man even dared to smirk at the pathetic sight of the shark.

He really wanted to shout at him, insult him and punch him right into his face, wiping of this damn smirk on the man's face but he couldn't. His pride simply wouldn't allow him to do such an act. To act like a sore loser. A loser that's what he was right now.

Deep down inside of him he knew that he was to blame, not that man. It was his own fault for challenging the Sword Emperor, although he was aware of the gasp of skill between them but still...

"Did you finally realize who is the stronger one, brat!" the Sword Emperor nearly spitted those words out. Squalo didn't answer. He stood up and walked away, Squalo nearly collapsed while trying to do so. But he couldn't show anymore signs of weakness than he already had so he kept moving, not knowing what his aim was.

Far away from the place where he had faced his so far most humiliating loss the shark finally stopped and leaned his back against a tree. His arm was still bleeding a lot. If he didn't treat himself soon, he'd most likely die. 'Fuck this shit', he angrily roared and kicked a stone right into the river, which was not far away from the tree he was leaning his back against. Fuck this all! How could he have lost in such a pathetic way? Damn, his pride would never recover from this loss, even when he got his revenge. And Squalo would make sure that he'll exact revenge on the cursed Sword Emperor. He then proceeded to kick against trees and stones, screaming and cursing his own weakness and Tyr until he slowly passed out.

When he woke up he found himself in a small and warm bed. His wounds were treated and he had bandages all over his body. The shark tried to stand up but a warm and gentle hand stopped him. "You can't stand up yet or your wounds might open up again," the foreign girl said with a little but caring smile on her lips. "VOOOII, and do I look like I give a fuck about it?" Squalo screamed. His lungs have fully recovered, it apparently seemed.

The girl didn't answer but just kept glaring at the silver-haired boy, causing Squalo to look away guilty. After all that person most likely saved his life. "Voi," he said more calmly now. "Why did you save me? You could have just left me there to die." She looked at him, clearly shocked. "W-what? How could I just ignore something like that. You should have seen yourself back then, only a heartless creature would have left you there and by the way it's only natural to help people when they are in need of it and you certainly were."

Squalo sneered. He wasn't convinced of that useless and soft talk. According to that girl he was a heartless creature because he would have left a person who was on the verge of death back there dying. Nevertheless he was grateful for the fact that he somehow managed to survive and therefore also still had the chance to get his revenge.

Revenge. How could he even forget about it for a mere moment. What was he doing, wasting his precious time. He had to go immediately. The cocky smirk on the face of Tyr and the look he gave Squalo like he was some unpleasant insect on his shoe clearly appeared in his mind and enraged him even more. Tyr, you're going down. I swear that to my pride and myself, even if it's the last thing I will do. With this promise he silently made to himself, he ran out of the house, only taking his sword and not caring about the fact that his wounds indeed opened up nor that the girl tried to stop him. As if she could, even when he was wounded.

But then the white-haired swordsman remembered something, he stopped and turned around. "Voi, I forgot! I own you something for saving me. So yeah if you ever feel the need of seeing someone dead then tell me!" He took a crumbled piece of paper with his mobile number out of a pocket of his trousers and threw it towards the girl who failed to catch it. "T-thanks but I don't think I ever want to see someone dead!" the girl said loudly, still confused about what had happened right now. But Squalo was already gone.

Still happy about the fact that he was alive and kicking the shark now wondered what he should do first.

Possibility 1: Run straight up to Tyr and challenge him again.

Hell no. Squalo didn't feel like getting his ass handed back again. And he hated to admit it but it was sheer luck that he didn't get killed in the fight with the Sword Emperor.

Possibility 2: Sneak into his room and assassinate him.

No! His pride wouldn't allow him to act like a coward and besides how the hell was he supposed to assassinate the leader of an elite assassination squad. Not only some random squad but the strongest and most feared one! Either way it would most likely end up with him laying six feet under the earth.

Possibility 3: Hire some people who would do that shit for him.

Again no. He wanted to take revenge on that man with his own hands and well his pride also wouldn't allow him to do so (sometimes being so prideful indeed could be very bothersome). Squalo was also a pretty poor mafioso so he couldn't afford the money to hire some men even if he wanted to.

The white-haired boy was troubled. He was slowly running out of options. But then it suddenly hit him. Why the bloody hell didn't he come up with this earlier?

Possibility 4: Travel around. Beat some random and hopefully strong swordsmen and thus gaining more power, new sword skills and "absorbing" new sword styles until he got so strong that he could kill that bastard Tyr with just a glare. Okay that was a bit overkill but strong enough to beat the shit out of the Varia leader nevertheless. Squalo smirked. Fuck yes. If this isn't one hell of a plan he didn't know either.

So did the shark's journey begin and God bless the poor souls who had the misfortune to cross the path of the white-haired swordsman.

A/N: Phew, first chapter done. So like, dislike? Please review and tell me what was good or what I need to improve. Expect a new chapter soon (that's what I would like to say but I'm one hell of a procrastinator) but I promise that I will update this one even if it takes a while. Hope you all have a nice day ahead! ~