A/N: Kay! So as I promised, this is the new version of Amnesia. Better plot, and I even came up with an antagonist (though he won't appear till later), and a more clearer background of my character. I wrote most of it and the story itself is almost complete (so stay tuned). (i'm still thinking of making someone die... can't figure out who)

Amnesia

It had only been an hour but if felt like an eternity of waiting. Today I would be officially declared into the notorious, independent, Vongola assassination squad, Varia. And an order for this to be established the boss, himself, had to interview me; ultimately I was applying for a very important role. I have never been to the Varia Headquarters; it had to be one of the grandest sites I've ever seen. The Varia's headquarter is an enormous Italianate manor located in Sicily, Italy; this grand manor was furnished classically and painted as if royalty resided here. There were many arch windows and there were brilliant diamond chandeliers. Gardens and courtyards added beauty to the building, along with marble statues and fountains. Inside this great manor was the boss's throne room, which I remained outside of until I was granted permission in. I mused of what the boss would be like; rumors are that he's quite ruthless and short-tempered. He couldn't be too bad, his manor was very beautifully decorated and people with such taste can't be that corrupt as said gossip. What if he was actually nice and caring and thoughtful; what kind of boss like that runs an assassination group. I inhaled and exhaled softly, I wouldn't mind if he were a bit nice. The double doors in front of me opened slightly; a head popped out. A man with long white hair, which was nearly falling over his face, and grey eyes glared at me angrily.

"Voooi! What the fuck are you waiting for! Are you trying to get Xanxus pissed off!" he yelled so loudly that I wanted to cover my ears.

"R-right, sorry" I rushed into the room and surprisingly it was smaller than what I expected. There was a large arch window that screened lovely scenery of a green forest. Inside the room, a simple long wooden table with two maroon couches on two sides. There was a traditional brick fireplace, which an imperial throne faced.

"Well trash, get over here!" a voice demanded, I walked over to the throne and stood in front of it. The man before me had pure crimson eyes that glared painfully at me and he had a frown that seemed permanently engraved on his face. He radiated murderous intent even though his expression read bored. I tried hard not to look into those raging eyes that longed for vengeance. I kept my composure but in my head I was freaking out. This guy had dark hair that was adorned with few beads and colorful feathers; his skin was probably smoother than it appeared, and a fading scar was imprinted on the side of his face. He wore a white dress shirt with a black tie, a black jacket engraved with his title as boss, black pants, and black boots heavily laced and cuffed.

"Speak trash" I shivered from his deep, devilish voice.

"My name is Saiya Peano, it is an honor to be in your presence Xanxus-sama," I announced. I watched Xanxus's pupils wander from my head to toe.

"Peano? I've never heard of such a famaglia" he said, no surprise that the boss didn't know. I was the only one after all.

"Of course, because I was the only survivor when they were massacred" I said,

"They were a powerful famaglia, but rejected by the Mafia. Only few famaglias remember them, they were very secretive"

"Rejected?" Xanxus lifted a brow.

"They had made many offenses to the Mafia world, " I was glad this topic caught the boss's interest; ever since I entered his domain he seemed completely bored of me.

"If your famaglia hated the Mafia then wouldn't you be soiling their honor right now?" Xanxus alleged. I was prepared for this question.

"I was very young when my famaglia was massacred, I have no collection of memories since previous of that event. Why, I don't know. Either way, they're all gone and I no longer have anything to do with them." I explained.

"Are you willing to succumb to me, completely?"

"…Yes"

"Prove it", I walked up to the boss's throne and kneeled. I took his hand and kissed the back of it softly,

"I belong to you, no one else," I said. The boss's frown turned into a small smirk,

"I have nothing more to say, leave", and I obeyed and left the throne room. I waited until the double doors closed and I was alone to exhale. That man had such dark aura, I felt like I was suffocating in his presence. The boss was on a whole new level of ruthless and cruel, matter of fact beyond that new level. He had to be related to the devil.

"Voooi! What did the boss say?" that loud voice yelled again. The same guy from before, the one that peeked his head through the door, was leaning against a wall arms crossed. I thought he was in the room with me but must've left while I was being interviewed.

"Uh, well, he asked some questions and told me to leave," I said,

"Oh? So he accepted you then" this certainly doesn't feel like acceptance.

"I-I'm not sure"

"HEEEY! -" I covered my ears,

"If the boss wasn't interested in you then he would've thrown something at you". I nodded in consent, why the hell is this guy so loud? Who is he anyway?

"Is it safe for me to ask… Who are you?"

"WHAT! You damn brat! How the fuck do you not know your commanding officer!" My hands were not enough to block out such noise,

"Squalo! Superbi Squalo!" he shouted.

"Okay! I'm sorry please forgive my insolence!" I pleaded, 'just stop yelling'. I do know who Superbi Squalo is, I saw him in a picture once, but his hair was much shorter then. Who would've thought hair size made such a big difference in appearance?

"Hmph, be glad I'm more merciful than that dumbass boss" he said.

Eventually the sun had gone down and the night sky shown through transparent clouds. I was officially the cloud guardian and as one of the attributes of the sky I was expected to hold that title with my life. At least that's what Squalo said. I was on my way to my room but because this building is so monstrously big, I got lost in the process. All the doors looked the same so I had to peek into random ones in hope of finding my room. I was on door thirty-four (yes I counted) and it was located at the end of a long hallway. This door was separate from the others so I assumed this must've been a guardian's room, or hopefully mine. I opened the door and walked in only to freeze. I watched blankly as a certain man slept peacefully in his imperial-like bed. The bed was curtained by see through canopy sheets. Behind those sheets were black sheets, black blankets, and even the headboard was black. Xanxus, wearing nothing except for a small towel wrapped around his waist, slept on top of his comforter set, and damn did he look like an angel, much different than how I last saw him. His left arm covered his eyes while the other was placed on his stomach. He breathed in deeply and exhaled just as softly. His features, even the countless battle scars instilled on his body, seemed to glorify as he slept, in my eyes he materialized into Adonis. My conscious was screaming at me to run out the room and don't look back; I was in the lion's den nevertheless. But I couldn't stop marveling over the boss's appealing appearance. If only I had a camera.

"Like what you see," he said and that was my cue. I bolted out the room and down the hall, not even curious enough to see if he followed. When I truly believed I was in the safe zone, I continued to look for my room.

A/N: Much better, right? I can handle honest opinions (though keep in mind I have feelings too so nothing incredibly mean).