A/N: Ne ne my first story! It's a western-style version of the ring battles, taking place when Squalo got back to Howahkan town - the town were the Varia re stationed. Two of my OCs are in the story: Rikki & Nikki Regis. And since this is western, everyone get's not-Italian last names (don't shoot!): Squalo Sawyer, Bel Paisley, Machakw "Flan" Conway (a Hopi-American boy), Lucille "Lussuria Urbain, the mysterious Mammon, Levi Allen Than, & Xanxus Hearding.
I'm sorry! I was watching ole western movies with my dad!

The accents & substitute cuss words suck so don't kill me for that either. I used a website for Western-slang expressions. Please expect the guns & shootin' & awesome stalemates to come ver' soon. Yeah, original weapons and guns. Twice the awesome for Xanxus. Now I better stop neglecting my in-the-making Hetalia story or my friend Cap'nKelliApple will hunt me down at school.

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR, or this story would be a nice little special.

Chapter 1

A cowboy returned to his town with the box he was sent to retrieve. The cowboy lowered his hat a bit, masking his silver eyes from the harsh western sun. He came a full 3 leagues from another town and was eager to rest.

"Cheh." His horse galloped its way through townspeople and to a capacious, four story house. The cowboy kicked the door open, "VOOOIII! I'M BACK! With the effin' rings."

A man in a dress, Lucille, or better known as Lussuria, met Squalo at the door. "You're so loud Squ. Calm it a bit, will ya?"

Squalo scoffed, "We're that boss? He got me running miles down south to get him a freakin' box from a kid. Heck, then he just sits here doing nothn'?"

"Upstairs," Lussuria says.

Squalo glared before leaving since he has to figure out which floor. 'Top of course,' he thought. 'Always on the top.'(A/N: Took me a day to see the yaoi allusion) He got to the fourth floor with no other disturbances, surprisingly. The subordinates ran away from the Boss's suite as if Chuck Norris was there; Xanxus was surely inside.

Squalo barged in, "VOOOIII! I got ya box o' rings!" He tossed the navy and gold box onto the mahogany table. "Got me runnin' around like a headless chicken," he muttered.

Xanxus took the box with a glare. Complaints—that's his job. Xanxus opened the steel box and took out a ring, the sky ring, and examined it closely. With a growl, he gestured for Squalo to stand next to him. "What's it?" Xanxus made Squalo's head meet the desk. "GWAAAH!"

"You addle-headed kasu," Xanxus replied.

"VOOOIII! What the hell?"

"These are the real freakin' rings." Xanxus broke the sky ring between his index finger and thumb, "Y'all been fooled."

Squalo flinched a little, "Dash! Freakin' Bronco was ther'! Bet he switched them rings!"

Xanxus sighed at this. Then he threw his whiskey-filled glass at the poor shark's head, "Get to tellin' the rest of them: We're movin' for those brats and we're leavin' tomorrow morn."

Squalo shook his head, clearing it from the glass shards. "Vooii…" He then scoffed and walked towards the door, "Like I give a darn." Xanxus glared. Squalo sneered, "Fine, I'll go tell the devils."

Xanxus leaned back into his 'throne', "Or you're dead meat."

Squalo slammed the door behind him. 'Another mission already,' he thought. A girl with raven-black haired and a cowhand's attire stared up at him with hazel eyes, "Ya goin' somewhere?"

Squalo sauntered right past her. He asked, "Which one are you? Rikki or Nikki?"

The girl punched his shoulder, "Rikki! Get a fixn' to r'memberin'!"

"I fancy I don't want to," Squalo said.

Rikki followed him, "So~, what's goin' on? You goin' on another mission?"

"No," he replied. "We're all goin'—tomorrow mornin'."

"Where to?"

"To those brats down south; go get to tellin' everyone."

"M'kay~," Rikki chimed, skipping off.

Squalo went down a flight of stairs to the third floor and his room, where he could finally sleep. Until Bel woke him up in twenty minutes just to annoy him. "VOOOOIIII!"

"Ushishishi, Lucille wants to see ya," the blond chuckled.

Squalo growled like a furious wolf (do sharks growl?) and slithered out of bed. 'Neeva get my own time in this freakin' place!' he thought angrily. But what could he do? He's a Squalo.

A/N: Plez, review. I'm off to eat ice cream - er - do h/w. Sowwy this chapter's so short & cliffhangy, I have to get ahead in The Count Of Monte Cristo. I'll be back with an update soon.