Prologue

There once was a kingdom called Mondiale where a very kind king and a beautiful queen lived in harmony. They were loved and admired by everyone. One day the king and queen received news that they would be having an heir to their throne. The doctors weren't sure if it was a boy or girl but the two future parents would be happy either way. On March thirteenth their beautiful son was born. His hair was as black as a raven's feather, his eyes were a deep shade of silver, and his skin was a beautiful shade of peach. As the weeks passed the two parents were unsure of what to call their son until the king noticed him playing with a wooden shark. They decide on Squalo Superbi. A year later the king and queen threw a party to celebrate Squalo's birthday. Everyone from the kingdom came and all the surrounding fairy nobles were invited; almost all the fairies. The king and queen purposely forgot to invite the fairy queen Dokuro and the fairy king Rokudo. They were known for being extremely rude at parties and being quite stingy with their gifts, and not to mention they both had a sarcastic remark for everything. Unfortunately, Dokuro and Rokudo found out about the party and decided to crash it. They flew from their palace up high in the sky and landed right in the middle of the party. Mist illuminated them as their human form took shape. Everyone stopped chatting and dancing to look with horror at the newly arrived guests.

"Kufufu, what do we have here my darling Dokuro?" Rokudo asked.

"It seems that the king and queen are having a wonderful gathering and they forgot to invite us." Chrome said as she made her way to a basket of apples. She grabbed one and took a bite, "Disgusting."

"You're highness, please forgive our rudeness! We were so busy planning that we forgot to take you into consideration. I deeply apologize. Please accept this bag full of gold and silver as an offering towards your humbleness." The queen said as she made her way towards Dokuro and handed her the bag.

"My forgiveness cannot be bought with this stupid trash." Dokuro grabbed the bag and threw it at the queen.

Rokudo took a step forward and looked at both the king and queen. "Kufufufu! You expect us to forgive you after you have brought this much humiliation onto us? You're mad if you think that," he turned his head slightly and looked at the young prince, "But, I will make you compensate. You have such a beautiful boy my dear king and queen," he took a step towards the sleeping boy and picked him up from the small crib that was next to where the king and queen were sitting.

"Get away from him Rokudo!" the king exclaimed.

"Now now, there's no need to get your feathers in a bunch. We just want to give him our presents right?" Dokuro asked as she took Squalo from Rokudo. "Let's see, I can tell that when you grow up you will have beautiful skin and hair so black it will make the night seem to bright. Instead of having all that my dear Squalo, why don't we make it so that the sun will burn you to a crisp if even one ounce of it touched you!?" As Dokuro said that, she pulled out her wand and immediately the once dark black shade faded into an illuminating white and his once peach colored skin turned into pearl white as purple flames sparkled around him. The queen fell to the ground and began to sob while the king stared in horror at what his son turned into.

"Now Dokuro, if you do that then there will be nothing for me to give him," he said with a smirk that spread across his face. He took the child and began examining him. After what seemed like an eternity he looked at Dokuro and handed her back the baby with a smile on his face. "Since this child has been made useless, he doesn't need two hands."

The queen stood up and with tears streaming down her cheeks. She grabbed the king's sword and ran towards Rokudo. "I won't let you hurt him anymore." She swung foreword but Rokudo easily evaded the attack. He grabbed the queen's arm and twisted it until she lay flat against the table. Everyone in the room gasped and the king simply stood there with shock in his eyes.

"HOW DARE YOU ATTACK ME! YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!" He exclaimed. Dark mist began to wrap around both of them and the queen began to lose her color too. After about two minutes Rokudo let her go and she crawled her way towards the king. It took him a while to take in what happened and he ran to his queen's side.

"Now then, shall we continue with what we were doing," Rokudo said as he pulled a sharp knife hidden behind his black cloak. "Don't worry, this will only hurt for a second," he raised the child's arm and cut his hand off. At that point, Squalo woke up and stared with horror as blood poured down his pearl white arm. The pain also added to the reason as to why he was crying.

"Kufufufu, this child's hand will be my compensation," he placed the hand in a black bag and hung it around his belt. "Our work here is done Dokuro; it's time to leave." Dokuro smiled and placed the crying baby back in the crib. They walked to the middle of the room and mist surrounded them until they disintegrated with it and shot up the room towards the window and into the sky.

The queen was feeling really weak and tears kept streaming down her eyes. The king gave a sorrowful expression to his queen as he fought back his own tears. The rest of the fairy nobles rushed towards the baby. They all had a grave expression until one of the top fairy nobles said, "I know that what Dokuro and Rokudo have done looks bad but maybe we can fix it or make it better with our flames." He pulled out his wand and said, "Even if this child is tormented by the sun's light he will be blessed by the sky and granted an hour in its presence."

"Good job Juudaime, as expected of the future king! I guess it's my turn since I'm his right hand man. Let's see, even if this brat doesn't have an arm he's going to be loud and proud and full of spirit that can make him accomplish the impossible," said the fairy with snow white hair as read flames spread around Squalo, "Your turn turf-top."

"Hey! My names not turf-top octopus head it's Ryohei! Let's see, he will have motivation, determination, and loyalty to the EXTREME!" Ryohei said as he punched the air and yellow sparks fell down around the crib.

"Haha,I guess I'm next," one of the fairies said, "Hmmmmm…. If he's going to be really determined and stuff then he should have an awesome weapon and be good at using it. I'd say that in the future he's going to be a skilled swordsman and have epic fighting skills!" This gift caused a blue flame to fall around the child.

"Hahaha… all your gifts are lame. Lambo-san's will be the best! He's gonna grow up cool and be able to play all the games lambo-san plays and he's gonna be good at it. He's going to have a great sense of adventure like lambo-san and be as patient and caring as lambo-san!" Lambo-san exclaimed into the air and green flames spread around squalo.

"What kind of presents are those you stupid cow! And since when are you patient and caring?" asked the white haired fairy. Lambo stuck his tongue out and Tsuna tried to calm them down.

Finally the last fairy noble appeared. "You herbivores are making a crowd. Unless you want to be bitten to death I suggest you move." This made all the fairies scramble away. The fairy noble walked toward Squalo and took out a small seed. "Seeing as how you have no hand right now, this will give you a replacement." The seed wrapped around the almost healed wound and sunk in until it turned into a wooden hand. Purple flames wrapped around the hand and Squalo smiled. The fairy noble's mouth slightly twitched up. He continued on, "Eventually you will find a person that will love you dearly even though both of you have suffered so much. Together you will happily live on for rest of your days."

"Thank you fairies very much. I wish there was more I could offer but I can't." said the queen weakly.

"No thanks are necessary since our kind very much caused your sorrow. I'm worried as to what Rokudo did to you. It's making you very weak and sick looking. You should lie down." The king carefully walked the queen over to a chair and sat her down.

"I'm alright mister fairy but will Squalo really be ok?" asked the queen

"I'm positive your highness, especially with all the wonderful gifts we have given him he will be ok," said Tsuna.

"Thank you very much," and with that the queen fainted.

As Squalo began growing up he always noticed that he was different from everyone. His parents both had black hair but his was white. Their skin was tan but his was white. The only similarity was their eye color. He asked his dad why this happened but he refused to answer. For some reason he got the impression that his dad was cold towards him. He was rarely affectionate and has only given Squalo one hug in his eight years. His mom on the other hand always kissed and hugged him but rarely saw her. Due to an illness she has, she is not allowed to leave the castle or due any strenuous activities. Because of this she spent almost all her time in her room and in bed. This made life boring for Squalo. The only thrill he got was learning how to sword fight with his dad's greatest swordsman Tyr. He was a humble, old man but proud and strong. Like Squalo he had only one hand. Together they trained very hard but eventually Tyr died in battle. This didn't stop Squalo from training and by the age of nine he was as strong as his dad's army men. Sadly when Squalo turned ten his mother passed away. A part of Squalo was grieving while the other was happy she wasn't suffering anymore. He'd seen her cough blood and throw up and he was glad she didn't need to do that again.

After a year his dad remarried a young noble lady. Squalo did not like her. She seemed familiar with her long indigo hair and deep purple eyes. Along with her came her creepy brother who had a strange laugh that made a kufufu sound and a weird pineapple hairstyle. Squalo watched her day and night and was the only one who wasn't bewitched by her like everyone else. He felt evil in her but his dad was blindly in love. In about two years when Squalo was around thirteen his stepmom convinced his dad to lock him away where no one would talk to him. For years he remained in solitude waiting for a chance to escape. The truth is he had many, but the only thing tying him down was his loyalty to his dad. He wanted to find a way to get rid of his evil step mom and get his dad back. When he turned twenty two his plans came crashing when he heard that his dad was killed in action. He grieved for a while but finally there was nothing to hold him back. He was going to escape and take back his kingdom. Nothing was going to stop him now.