I'm back with another short, pointless story. It's been a while since I last read anything concerning KHR!, so I apologize in advance if they are OOC or for any incorrect grammar.


Superbi Squalo had never been a fan of the beach. It was mainly because he was a man of action, and the peacefulness of the ocean's waves irritated him to no end. His ears had been regretfully used to the Varia's horrendous voices and his throat became even more hoarse from yelling at them. The beach made him grimace and scoff at the possibility of loosing his time just to go to that hot place, only to get sand in his shoes and dirty water on his hair. There were times in which he could freely say that he outright hated the beach. No one would ever convince him of going there.

"Hey, Squalo, did you know that if you place a seashell next to your ear you can hear the sea?"

The swordsman stared at the smiling teenager with a blank face.

Now, Squalo wasn't always a guy of logic, but even he knew that what you heard from the seashell wasn't the sea. That was just a stupid lie idiots told their children. Unlike popular belief, what your heard was the echo of your own blood running through your veins. He isn't a fool to believe such lie.

A lie that, unsurprisingly, his "apprentice" seemed to believe.

"Voi! Where did you get that thing?" Squalo asked as he looked at the pale pink color of the seashell in Yamamoto's hands with something akin to disgust.

The aforementioned laughed with mirth, playing with the object gently. "The beach, of course."

The Varia of Rain felt a vein pop in his forehead.

Yamamoto, oblivious to the elder's irritation, proceeded. "As soon as I heard from Bel that you had never been to the beach I used my allowence to go there and pick this up!"

He then smiled up at him brightly, holding the seashell towards the silver-haired male.

"You have never seen the ocean, so I brought the ocean to you!"

If you place a seashell next to your ear, you can't hear the sea, but if you place your ear on Squalo's chest, you can hear the sound of his heart beating rapidly.


A part of me died a little when my Biology teacher told us the truth about seashells..my childhood was a lie.