A/N: Written for my darling Varia family over at crunchyroll~ Lesse... Bel, Mammon, Luss, Saki, Minage, Vi, Rina, Leo, and Fran~!

And Boss, too, of course. :P We all know you're a closet yaoi fanboy, darlin'~

A HUGE APOLOGY TO CURRICULUM VITAE READERS. I swear to God, I'll finish the new chapter by tonight, whatever it takes... TT^TT

Disclaimer: Had Katekyo Hitman Reborn! belonged to me, why, I'd be up in heaven, circling around with all the yaoi angels there. But obviously, I'm not.

...Or am I?

Ever since Bel joined the Varia at the tender age of eight, he's found the group of oddballs and psychopaths amusing enough to be within his royal presence. After leaving all his possessions (all his toys) behind when he staggered out of his homeland, drenched in blood and breathless with excitement, he's definitely found new toys in his new "family"- the Arcobaleno had squishy cheeks, and the new Froggy never ceased to annoy the crap (a.k.a. amuse the heck) out of him.

While Squalo may not be his absolute favorite (the man was just way too loud, for Royalty's sake), the sharky was an endless source of entertainment. The man, Belphegor discovered four days into his stay at the Varia mansion, had a decidedly soft spot for those weaker than him-

(So he's more likely to kill them in their sleep than do the scary-looming-approach-in-a-back-alley-of-Venice thing he does with most of his targets.)

-and somehow, the sharky had rewired his brain into thinking the Prince was weaker than him.

If the misunderstanding didn't have as satisfying results as it did, Bel would've sorted it out decades ago.

Maybe Squalo's watched one too many heart-warming family movies, or it was his inner uke instincts, but he seemed to be under the impression Bel had to be taken care of. Now, Bel's not saying he didn't want attendants and servants to obey his every whim (he liked to have them, but didn't need them), but the sharky's version of care was this subtle, but intense mothering that made Bel want to laugh. Or cry. Or do both.

Honestly, did Squalo not realize Bel knows he comes into his room every night to grab his mission reports and hand them to Boss, reading them on the way? Did he not know that Bel's watched him go out of his way on a mission just to ensure no trouble would come onto the Prince when his massacre-mode was triggered by a lucky/stray shot by an enemy? Belphegor saw everything. He was the Prince, after all.

So one day, he decided, Enough. It was time to put a stop to Squalo's ceaseless caring for him. Bel's noted that only he received this care too. Mammon, though much younger than any of them, was barely associated with the shark as it is, and Fran, the new guy, received care, sure, but was more likely to be dumped on someone else than taken care of by Squalo himself. And now, even after 18 years, Squalo's never stopped this special treatment to Bel, and he figured it was time it all ended. Bel's grown up. Grown way up, and didn't need the babying anymore.

"Good evening, Sharky."

Squalo froze midstep reaching for the mission reports on the table. A split second later, he was facing Bel with a deadly scowl on his face.

"Vooii..." Bel supposed this was the quietest he'd ever hear the shark. "I thought you were asleep, brat."

"Shishishi... Then you've obviously thought wrong~" The Prince's cheshire grin was glowing by the pale moonlight, much like the headful of silken silver hair Squalo sported. With a dirty look not fitting with his feminine appearance, Squalo ripped the missions up from the tabletop, and prepared to walk out.

"Whatever, brat..." Bel heard him mutter as he shook his head. "Just go to sleep already."

"You know, sharky, you don't have to act like my mother all the time."

It was the second time tonight that Squalo had frozen, and the Prince figured it probably wasn't all that good for his muscles. So he eases out of his bed in his giant white t-shirt/pajamas and tugs on the back of the swordsman's uniform. Squalo followed the pull compliantly (surprisingly) and sat down on the bed next to Bel. The gaze he offered the Prince was intense and undecipherable in the dead of night, and Bel was left to speculate on what the swordsman sought in staring at him so deeply.

"Voooiii, brat..." Squalo finally sighed. "What the hell are you talking about...?"

"You've came in my room every night for the past 18 years every time I'm done with a mission," Bel said.

"To grab your report so Xanxus doesn't shoot me to death the next morning when you don't get it to him fast enough," Squalo replied matter-of-factly.

"...You always clean up after me during the missions, and sometimes even before," the Prince continued defensively. Squalo looked slightly incredulous.

"Do you know how much paperwork goes into a single unorthodox murder, brat?"

"No, and I don't care," Bel huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest, pouting for good measure. No way. The Prince is never wrong. Sharky was giving him special treatment. He just didn't want to admit it. "You treat me specially, Squalo. Don't deny it."

"I'm not denying it."

Had that golden fringe of feather-soft hair not been covering Bel's eyes, the swordsman would've been able to see the innocent surprise reflecting in gray orbs. "You're not?"

"Of course not." Squalo shrugged and stood up, yanking the comforter out from beneath Bel. The Prince gave a little yelp before resigning to let himself be tucked into bed by a slightly too-forceful shark. "I'd be surprised if you haven't noticed it."

"...Then what's this whole argument about?"

Bel was genuinely confused, and was even more so by the "Are you fucking with me?" look on Squalo's face when he looked up.

"The point- Look. Brat." Bel didn't like the tone the sharky took, frowning, and pinched Squalo on the arm for good measure. The swordsman gave a hiss, but didn't retaliate, instead continued. "Special is just a term you're using and blowing way out of context. Special just means different than others. It's rather essential to talk to everyone differently, treat everyone differently- for better or for worse. Understand?"

"...If you're trying to talk about diplomacy..." Bel offered generously. Squalo just smirked.

"Ah. So you do know what I'm talking about. Good boy."

The Prince huffed at the comment, but quickly turned his annoyance into surprise when he registered what Squalo had just said.

"Shishi... The sharky knows about diplomacy~? That's unexpected..." Bel snuggled deeper into his bed for maximum comfort. "I didn't think you were capable of thinking outside of fighting, Squalo~"

That night was a full moon (so Bel's noticed upon hindsight), after all, so he guess the swordsman's strange out-of-character scoff could be blamed on that. As can the strange, but so matter-of-fact reply Squalo gave a moment later.

"You don't know much of anything about me, Bel. No one does."

So as Belphegor laid in bed thinking that night, after Squalo had shoved his back once and left, he came to a conclusion- the perfect solution to get back his Princeliness after that somewhat shameful encounter he had with the resident sharky.

Thus was born Belphegor's self-appointed mission of learning all he can about one Superbi Squalo.

A/N: Because let's face it, how much does anyone really know about Squalo?

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