I don't own KHR!
a/n: Okay, this is the very first KHR fic I've ever posted up. Over the course of like 7 days I read 318 chapters so...I'm still kinda new. This is just a sort of crack fic based on the Giant Tuna I always see Squalo have. I still remember when I first saw him with it I fell off my chair. So here's something I just randomly thought up while bored one day. Hope you enjoy it. I'll be thankful of any reviews I get!
"Squalo, I'm leaving. I'll be back in a few days. Take care of Bel. Make sure you feed him so he doesn't keep talking about his fucking annoying prince nonsense shit. Smell you later, scum."
Xanxus walked towards the door, ready to leave.
"VOOOOIII! What the hell is that supposed to mean? You're asking me to take care of that thing?" Squalo pointed to Bel who was playing with his knives.
"No, you're asking me to cook for that thing? Get your fucking ass back here you no good son of a bitch of a boss!"
"Shut the fuck up." Xanxus slammed the door shut. He was gone, and there was no use yelling at him more.
"Squalo-. The prince is hungry. What's for dinner-?"
"Fucking asshole…" Squalo thought to himself. "Umm…Tuna."
"Mmm…okay…how about tomorrow's breakfast?" Bel asked leisurely.
"…Tuna."
"And lunch?"
"…Tuna."
"Whaaaat?"
"Shut up. Eat or don't eat, you low-life."
-A few days later-
The door flew open.
"Okay guys, I'm back. Did you all kill yourselves? Good." Xanxus looked around, he couldn't see Squalo or Bel in sight.
"What the fuck is this wretched smell… sea… food…?" Xanxus ran to the kitchen, seeing Squalo at the bench with his sword ready to cut the head off something.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN COOKING, SQUALO?"
"…T…" Squalo stopped what he was doing.
"…?"
"…TUNA!"