A/N: okay so for all you Xanxus/Squalo fanfic's. I deeply apologize this is not a Xanxus/Squalo fanfic. Rather this is a story about what happened to Squalo in the eight years Xanxus was gone and frozen. Will he give up or will he find something to make living all worth it.

This is my first Katekyo hitman reborn Fanfic. So before you start reading please be aware that

1) I DO NOT HAVE A BETA
2) this is purely fictional
3) some facts may be changed for purposes of moving this plot along.

So I do appreciate any healthy criticism and ideas. Any flaming will be ignored.

So let's get on with the story:

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo hitman reborn. All original characters are owned by Yukirinsnow and not available for distribution in anything other than this fanfic or future fanfic's written by Yukirinsnow.

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Frozen:

Squalo Superbia was if not, one of the most angry and feared mafia assassins known alive. He was by far very skilled, fierce and if anyone wanted to say something different, well he'd convince them otherwise. So why was he, the feared Squalo sitting at the Trevi fountain in Rome Italy hundreds of miles from home in Sicily? Running away perhaps, it sounded like a good idea to him; maybe he could just ignore everyone and everything. His purpose had just been swallowed up and frozen forever.

He and Xanxus had made a vow to over throw the entire mafia world, to see Xanxus take his stand as the Vongola heir. He ruffled his hair in exasperation, "VROOOOOOOOOOOOOI!" he screamed earning several startled stares and causing a flurry of pigeons to fly off in a panic, "Fuck him! Fuck Xanxus! That lying bastard!" he yelled trying to take out his frustrations! He stood and by some strange twist of fate a cat hissed and darted through his legs knocking him off balance and he fell backwards into the fountain and grabbed at the nearest possible object to prevent his fall. With a splash a Yelp and groan Squalo felt the warm wetness of the fountain soaking through his clothing and the feeling of coins pressing into his skin. He also realized that there was a weight pressing down on top of him and opened his eyes.

Beautiful sea blue eyes gazed down at him and He felt his breath hitched draped around him was a curtain of silver and the sun glinted off the hair. The young woman he'd obviously grabbed and dragged into the fountain with him stared at him with endless pools of curiosity and he briefly forgot why he had been angry and why he had been yelling. She sat up quickly a blush quickly covering her face and she moved off him and sat gazing at him, "I'm so sorry are you alright." Her voice! Her voice was majestic. She wore a black dress that pooled around her and looked heavy with the water. The sleeves were long and cuffed around her wrists and the collar of the dress was high as well. It looked vaguely like a dress a nun in training would wear but the things that drew him in were her silver hair that was longer than anything he'd ever see draping well past her hips and into the fountain.

"Sir, are you…alright?" she repeated hesitantly wondering if perhaps he had hit his head.

Taking a couple moments to get a hold of his bearings he realized that she was talking to him and sat up quickly, almost colliding his forehead with hers. "m'fine" he mumbled a blush slowly forming on his face in embarrassment at his sudden clumsiness. She smiled and moved to stand up and his gaze immediately followed her. She gathered her long silvery hair into small delicate hands, she began to twist her hair around and wring the water out. He then trailed his eyes along her jaw line and noticed her small, very adorable ears and slender jaw. His mouth grew dry and he felt short of breath again letting his eyes trail down along her shoulders to the very defined curve of her waist that disappeared beneath the skirt of her dress leaving much to the imagination.

"Here let me help you." She offered now holding out one of her pale hands.

He looked hesitant but reached out and grasped her hand allowing her to pull him up. He stood standing before her at least half a foot taller than her causing her to glance up at him slightly, "Sorry for uh….y'know dragging you into the fountain" she chuckled and he felt startled that she was laughing at him. "It's okay! It was fun, thrilling" she said and placed a hand over her chest, "It made my heart pound." She said and he blushed even more.

Realizing they were still standing knee deep in the fountain he found a way to quickly turn the situation around.

"Vroi!" He said, "Are we going to stand in this fountain all day!" he almost snapped and she blinked and realization dawned upon her face. "Yes of course." She turned and quickly waded over to the edge and tried to lift herself up. "Vroi!" he jumped over the edge of the fountain and turned grabbing her around the waist startling her. "Hold on" he said and lifted her swiftly out of the fountain causing her to squeak in alarm and wrap her arms around his shoulder and hold on tightly. He slowly sat her down and her grip loosened and her slowly let go. She was so small! Like he could break her if he wasn't careful.

"Grazie tanto(1)" she smiled and gave him a gentle bow.

"il tuo benvenuto(2)" he replied and blushed again she then turned and began to walk away. When he she was gone, he realized he hadn't asked her name.

"What….was I angry about…"

Squalo found himself back at the fountain again the next day.

The sun was out and the square was rather empty today. He leaned his head back he'd tried to forget it all last night but I hadn't worked quite to his advantage and it bothered him more than anything to know that he hated himself more than he hated Xanxus. With a sigh and a huff he lowered his head and held it in his hands. "Fuck me…" he groaned to himself and gazed at the stone work on the ground surrounding the fountain. "What am I doing its over, so why am I brooding." He frowned. "Oh. "Came a soft voice reaching his ears and It caused him to raise his head and saw the girl from yesterday. She stood there and now that he saw her dry and not soaked she was even prettier.

Her hair was longer than he thought and it settled well below her thighs, her dress was definitely that of a nun in training. She held a basket in her hands and she smiled softly approaching him. "I thought you might be here again today." She said moving to stand in front of him. He looked up at her and stared.

"What...do you want?"

She smiled and lifted the basket, "Would you like lunch?"

"This is good espresso."

"I'm glad you like it."

He had agreed to eat with her his stomach growling unconsciously. He had barely eaten in the last few weeks since he'd arrived in Rome from Sicily. It wasn't anything special just baked sweet potato and fresh bruschetta, with a thermos of hot espresso. It made his stomach fill with warmth and he felt thankful that she had offered to share her food.

"You've been sitting here for a few days." She said finally sipping her own espresso.

"How'd you know?" he asked.

"I heard you yelling while I was praying." She said and he glanced at her.

"Am I really that loud?"

"I wouldn't say loud…more…vocal" she smiled cupping the espresso tenderly.

A blush formed upon his face and he looked away again. Xanxus had always complained about his voice telling him to shut up with several heavy objects thrown at his head, which had usually resulted in his voice rising more than a couple octaves. "May I inquire as to why your upset?" she asked still not looking at him rather she stared into her cup of coffee.
"Ah well…" he shifted uncomfortably and wasn't sure whether or not to tell her anything she was a stranger.

"Sister Mari says that sometimes talking relieves the stress of burdens. Whether you speak to god or a stranger." She said turning her deep ocean gaze towards him.

Could he trust her though? That was the first question that filled his brain and he shifted again before downing the rest of his coffee. Everyone was a potential enemy if you were a part of the Mafia, "I'm…done." He said with a sigh and leaned backwards slightly turning his head towards the sky. "I'm sick of this life."

"You shouldn't say that." She frowned.

He blinked looking at her again and gazed in confusion. She stared into her hands, "Life is too precious to want to wish it away."

He was again startled by this girl she was turning his view upside down and she was leaving him speechless.

"I'm sorry." He said softly and he couldn't believe he Squalo Superbia was apologizing again!

"You're a stranger though." He admitted to her and she nodded, "Well then…My name is Yukirin…Yukirin Snow." She smiled.

"…..Squalo." he answered, "Squalo Superbia."

And before he knew it he was confessing everything to her. Why he was there. What was wrong?

He then realized slowly. He wasn't standing in that underground basement. He wasn't standing there frozen like Xanxus.

He was here in Rome…with someone he could only describe as an Angel.

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A/N: Okay yes by far a short chapter, not much going on but I want this to kind of build up over a series of chapters.
Squalo's a little OCC. I get it but this is supposed to be based between the time that Xanxus was frozen and Squalo was getting over the shock of it all. Again Ideas are welcome and so is HEALTHY AND POLITE CRITISIM! Please do not bash on my writing style or grammar or whatever the heck you can think of all flames will be used to roast marshmallows.

1) Grazie Tanto = Thank-you
2) il tuo benvenuto = your welcome

R&R ^_^.