So~ This is my first shot at a fan fiction. Hope you like it.

Pairings: Xanxus x Squalo, Bel x Fran, (others may appear. Not sure yet)

The chapters might be a little short, but it makes it easier for me to jump around that way so you know what's going on everywhere else. Hopefully the chapters will get longer later.

Standard disclaimer is standard.

EDIT: I WAS FINALLY ABLE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO PUT THE PAGE BREAKS! QAQ

Now on with the story~

Chapter. 1

Seventeen year old Squalo Superbi dashed down the dark hallway. He ran desperately, ignoring the screams from the lower floors, and the unrelenting pain in his recently severed left hand. His charge was on the top floor, and all Squalo could think about was getting to him in time. Vampires had invaded the castle, and Squalo knew the twin princes where the main target. Prince Rasiel was, luckily, away from the castle that day, but the younger of the two was in his upstairs room. Squalo clenched his teeth in pain as he threw open the ordinate cherry wood door.

"Your Majesty!" Squalo narrowed his eyes to try and adjust to the darkness of the room. The king sized bed was empty and Squalo quickly turned to the window when he heard it open. Standing on the balcony was a large man with spiky black hair with long sideburns and a mustache. A young man, that looked to be in his early 20's, was draped over his shoulder, unconscious. On top on the unconscious man's unruly blond hair was a sliver tiara. With a roar of rage Squalo lunged towards the kidnapper.

Sadly in his weakened state and the distance between them, Squalo was unable to get to them before the black haired man jumped off the balcony. He sprouted large black bat wings and shot into the sky. The wind and harsh rain muted the swordsman's screams before he fell to his knees in agony.

"PRINCE BELPHEGOR!"

Twenty-three year old Squalo gasped as he shot up from his bed. He shakily brushed his long silver bangs from his face and took a couple of deep breaths to try and calm himself down. Six years… It had been six years since the prince was killed by vampires…and six years since the swordsman had held a blade. He looked at his artificial hand sadly. His musings were interrupted by his cell phone going off. With a groan of irritation, Squalo tossed his braided hair over his shoulder and answered his cell.

"VOI! What is it! Who calls someone at 6 AM!" The Italian yelled angrily into the phone. Normally he would TRY to answer the phone like a decent human being, but he knew who was on the other end. He sighed in irritation as he listened to his manager tell him his schedule for the day. After a few minutes he simply hung up and got out of bed. He freed his long silver hair from it's braid as he walked into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Sometimes being a model totally sucked.

It was a nice and peaceful day in the Varia Manor…until a loud and shrill squeal of joy was heard. Lussuria burst into the living room holding a large fashion magazine in his hand.

"SARABI HAS HIS OWN ISSUE~!" The flamboyant male jumped onto the couch and instantly started flipping through the magazine. He sighed happily and cooed at the pictures as a small green haired boy walked in. "Isn't his hair just beautiful~? And his EYES~! Look at him Fran~!" The older male practically shoved the magazine in the frog-hatted boy's face. The younger man pulled the magazine away and looked at it.

"…I think he looks like a woman…." He stated in a monotone voice.

"I KNOW! Isn't he gorgeous~! Ahhh~ I wished I had that hair…and that figure~ Just look how he pulls off all those feathers~ Oh, oh! And this leather jacket~" Fran shook his head and quickly walked out as the flamboyant man prattled on about the model.

"Ushishishi~ What's gotten into the peacock now~?" The owner of the, somewhat creepy, voice asked as he wrapped his arms around the frog-hated male. He smirked and rested his head on top of the shorter boy's hat.

"It's just some dumb human… his looks wont last long…." The melancholy young man stated.

"That model again~?"

"Yeah…" The blonde using him as a head rest snickered and started to walk away.

"Well~ He might just meet him soon~ Ushishishi~" Fran cocked an eye brow and looked up at him.

"What do you mean fake prince?" The blonde flashed a cheshire grin.

"The prince doesn't need to answer the Frog~ Ushishishi~" The blonde snickered as he walked away. Fran frowned, but decided not to push the subject. He might be a vampire, but no one wanted to mess with Prince the Ripper if they could help it. He quickly followed the older vampire down the hallway as a loud slam was heard from upstairs. Their leader was awake.

"SHADDUP SCUM! IT'S TO EARLY FOR YOU FAGGERY!" The loud and angry voice screamed. A large, intimidating, man stormed down the stairs. His black hair fell around his scared face, and a raccoon tail and feathers stuck out for the side, falling on one of his shoulders. His piercing blood red eyes glared angrily at the man on the couch.

"Oh~ Did I wake you~? Sorry, Boss! But Sarabi finally got his own issue~ I was just excited." Lussuria smiled apologetically at the taller man.

"… The fuck kind of name is Sarabi for a man?" Lussuria laughed at the question.

"Silly Xanxus~ It's his model name~ His real name is Squalo Superbi~" Xanxus blinked and cocked an eyebrow.

"Super….bi….?" He looked at Lussuria like he was a moron as the man laughed again.

"Superbi~ It means 'proud' in Roman~ And Squalo is Italian for 'shark'~"

"… Da fuck was wrong with that kid's parents? No wonder he grew up to be some faggy clothing model." Lussuria pouted.

"He became a model because he's FABULOUS! See~?" The tri-colored male held up the magazine for his leader to see. Xanxus stared at the model.

"…he looks like a woman….." Lussuria sighed.

"I know~ It's be pretty~?" He sat back down and slowly flipped through more of the pages. Unknown to him Xanxus stayed behind him and peeked over his shoulder. Something about the model intrigued him. Despite his slender frame, Xanxus could see muscle under his pale skin. He model's hair was long and an odd shade of silver that reminded Xanxus of the moon. Xanxus stared closely at the page as Lussuria paused to read the article. It was a close up of the model's face. He wore some sort of dark jacket with black feathers around the trim. The feathers made his pale skin look white and combined with his hair made him look almost spiritual. But the thing that drew Xanxus in was his eyes.

They where silver like his hair, but Xanxus could see a fire inside them. They seemed to pierce right into his soul, and drew him in. No wonder they did the close up…Xanxus could see someone stare at that picture for hours to try and figure out what the guy was thinking. Xanxus quickly walked away before Lussuria noticed him staring. As he walked up the stairs he kept thinking of the model's name. It sounded oddly familiar. By the time Xanxus had sat down in his large throne-like chair he remembered where he heard it.

Bel had been trying to get him to check out some brat named Squalo for the past six years now. He wouldn't shut up about how the kid was some protege swordsman or something. When Bel first brought it up he said the kid was about seventeen years old…and that he had silver hair. By the looks of the photographs Xanxus would place the guy at about twenty-two or three. He was about the right age…and how many people had a name like Squalo Superbi anyway?

Xanxus thought about what Bel had said about the kid. He looked thin and wimpy, but Xanxus could tell the guy was tougher than he let on. Muscle like that didn't come from just a diet, it came from someone who had fight experience. Xanxus couldn't help but wonder if this lanky human was the one they were looking for. He had spirit, Xanxus could tell that much. Pulling out his laptop Xanxus did a quick google search of the guy. He read a couple of articles and stared at a few pictures. Xanxus smirks showing sharp fangs. If this guy wasn't the one they where looking for, Xanxus could always have some fun with him. He was certainly good looking enough.