Nico: Hi! I am SO SORRY for not updating for... a while. I've been really busy with school, my own personal stories, and other fanfictions (plus, I got a bit lazy in between). I still plan on finishing this story, which is in four chapters if all goes as planned.

For those who've noticed that the story has changed to M rating, I hope you all don't mind. The reason why is because of Squalo's potty mouth. There may be sexual innuendos, and definitely swearing (which is painful for me as well...), violence (it's Squalo), but no sex (It's SQUALO).

I DO NOT OWN KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN!

Only Free, Only Me

Four years had passed since I had killed my father. Four long agonizing years.

Esther seemed to stay though. While I slowly began to lose my mind, she seemed to be the remaining piece of sanity left in me, or perhaps I was down right broken speaking to her through a mirror. I never really spoke to her in the day, people would stare. The last thing I really needed was the extra attention. I only spoke to her at night, or during lunch break when I went to the washroom to eat. She would be watching over me by the mirror. That and complaining how unsanitary the washrooms were.

What had happened seven years ago? When I was suddenly kidnapped after finding Chip?

Finally Chip landed on the stone ground. I quickly bent down and scooped him up.

"Voi, you've really got to stop doing that," I said holding Chip in my hands. He seemed frantic, he kept chirping.

"Are you the son of Adamo?" I heard a voice from behind me.

Suddenly I felt hands all around me. I panicked and, thinking only of Chip, held the bird close to me as I felt something forced down my mouth.

All I heard was a chirping as everything went black.

By the time I woke up, I was in a bed. The room was dark, with light seeping through the cracks in the window blinds. Yet still the room seemed so lifeless. Like this was the place where little children were locked in, screaming for mercy, until they finally died of hunger. I could see cracks in the walls, and small craters where some of the stronger inmates would vent their anger on the wall. The bed I was in, was just a mattress on the ground. There were no covers, no bed frame, just a mattress with a sour odour. My clothes were gone. All I wore were my undergarments and a gown. I no longer felt safe then.

I quickly got off the foul smelling mattress, and towards the door. I almost tripped, as my feet stung with numbness. I caught myself before I hit my head on the door, quickly thrusting my hands out. Regaining my stability I looked at the door, but there was nothing. It was just a metal door, with no handle. I tried pushing, but to no avail. There was nothing to pull, and my throat could not work up the energy to yell out.

After a few minutes, I lost control over my legs, and let myself fall onto the cold ground. It was deafeningly silent. Throughout my sleep, all I could really hear was chirping. Chip. I took a quick look around, but there was no sign of the blackbird. Perhaps... he flew off when I was captured, maybe he made it back to Keith and Xetol. I wonder... are they worried? Will they search for me?

I was tired, numb, confused, and slightly annoyed. Where the Hell was I and why am I freaking here? My brain was so clouded with torment, that I hardly noticed the light coming from the exit of the room. The door had opened.

"Kid? You awake kid?"

The voice had caught my attention. Turning around quickly, I found myself faced towards a large figure, a man. He wore a suit, but his tie was slightly crooked. His shoes seemed expensive, but they needed to be polished. His skin was dark, and his voice was gruff. He did not seem dangerous, but I could not be sure. I was definitely not in the mood to be kidnapped again.

"You're Adamo's kid right?"

I said nothing.

The man simply sighed. "Alright, kid, alright. You wanna come on out with me? I'm guessing you ain't to comfortable in this graveyard of a room, and I wouldn't be to happy to be in a gown either. Come on, let's find you some more... adequate clothes." The turned on his heel, as if he knew I was going to go with him. But I didn't have to. How could he think that I could trust him so easily? If I was armed, I could have killed him like that. What was he thinking?

However, I ended up following him.

It was another morning as the light bled through the blinds. I woke up, not to the dead room, but to my new room. The room I had been in for about four years. Unlike everyone else, I had my own room. No one dared to disturb me. No one dared.

The other kids were weary of me. They saw me as some kind of gangster, the ones who bleach their hair. I won't disagree with them. Although my hair was not bleached. It was simply cursed. My face held a scowl, further intimidating the various children. I had taken up sword fighting, and thus carried a sword with me everywhere.

There, leaning coolly against the side table, it was. My spada, my sword, my soul. Lifting myself off my bed, I knew it was another day.

There was no "good morning" no "did you have a nice sleep?" Just the cold stare that my sword gave me. It was like the stare I gave them that day.

The man, whose name I still did not know, lead me to a washroom. It was like those you see in jails, tiled from all sides. Multiple shower heads, with trays holding bars of soap. The room smelled of soap, and I could see mold and soap scum clinging between the tiles.

"Why don't you take a shower first? I don't know how long they've cooped you in that room, but having a good hygiene is essential for kids growing up."

I did not move. My eyes darted from the drains, to the shower heads, and to the air vents in the ceiling. All of them had something in common, they were openings. Any type of substance could seep through them. Any substance, such as rat poison.

I didn't study it much, but I read a book once. It was about the world wars, and how German armies were the first to use gas bombs, and later on created gas chambers for the Jewish people. I still remember the book saying that all the people who were unfit, were too old, were disabled, were too young, or were not perfect, were told to enter the shower rooms. There, they walked into their tiled graveyard, with toxic gasses seeping through every orifice in the room.

Okay, perhaps something like that does not happen in Italy, but it could. Italy had allied with Germany many times. I had killed my own father... perhaps, they deem me a criminal, and thus a "disruption of perfection". So, they want to get rid of me. No blood. No evidence. No me.

"Hm? What's wrong, kid?" the man asked me. "You're shaking up, don't worry, there are no monsters in here."

I didn't quite liked how he chuckled with his second statement. I may be a child, but I wasn't afraid of things like monsters. I've learned long ago, that there are some things in this world that are far worse than any "monster".

"Gas..." I choked out, not making any eye contact with the man.

"Hm?"

"It... It's not a gas chamber... is it?" I clarified.

"Gas chamber...?" the man repeated.

"You're... not going to kill me... are you?" I shook even more, embarrassed over my words than the fact I could be standing in a potentially threatening room.

"Kill- Kid you've got it all wrong," the man said. I looked up at him, his eyebrows were raised up in utter confusion. "Kid, it's just a shower room, no gas alright? We can't have you dying on us, kid. You're too important."

"Im...Important?" I repeated his words. Since when? Have I ever heard those words used to describe one such as myself? I do not think so. I would have remembered such a phrase. Was this man crazy? I'm important? Perhaps he is going to kill me.

"Yup, now, how about this?" the man asked. His lips parted, revealing his bright white teeth, which highly contradicted his skin tone. "How about after this whole fiasco, we'll go out for gelato?"

"Gelato?" I felt the saliva build up in my mouth. I was hungrier than I had thought, and gelato was probably the best thing I could ever ask for at the moment. I quickly nodded to that.

"Alright, for now, while you wash yourself off, I'll go find you some real clothes, alright?" he asked.

"Alright... but..."

"Hm?"

"Wha... What's your name?" I asked.

The man smiled again. "The name's Cesare Vargas."

Similarly to that day, I trudged off to the shower room. Unlike the one in the facility, it had private shower stalls. I'll also say that this one was a lot cleaner as well, as the caretakers come in after hours to clean up the entire place. They probably get paid a lot for this, I know I would want that for this crap.

"Oh merda!" a voice, which sounded as if the idiot was barely into puberty, came as I entered the room.

I looked at my displeasing audience, of half naked males. Clothed in either nothing or towels around their waists, their eyes seemed to bulge out at me. I'll say, if their genitals could reach the same size as their eyes could, they wouldn't be spending the morning in here. No they'd be spending it waking up next to some hungover up broad.

Even though I was just a single person, I found it funny how they would all freeze when I entered any room or hallway. Well, boys would freeze, girls would gossip and whisper. The guys in the room, were frozen in rather interesting positions. One person was shaving, and although he had just cut himself he hardly even winced, as he traded it to stare at me. I wonder if he even knows how much of his blood just went down the drains.

It was the norm, I don't know what stops them first. My hair? My glare? Or the fact that I bring my sword with me everywhere I go. Oh. I get it now. It's the shower room, and by bringing my sword here, it makes it seem like I'm going to castrate them or something. Dream on, ass. You would want me to castrate you.

I entered a stall, removed my clothes, and turned the shower on. It was nice, showers. It was like artificial rain, only it was warm. There were times, back when I first came here. I'd come to the shower room, when everyone was gone, I'd enter a stall, and turn the shower on cold. I'd sit under the spray, huddled, as I tried to convince myself that I was outside and under real rain.

However, there would always be that time, when I'd look up, and I'd see the tile walls. Then my attention would be focused on my sword, which would lean against the tile, staring at me, as if it awaiting something from me; my answer to it's question.

"Hey, you don't look half bad!" Cesare smiled as he looked at me. I shuffled a bit uncomfortably. I was not used to so much attention; I probably should have been, I had Keith.

He had given me a set of clothes, a white dress shirt, a pair of black trousers, a pair of socks, and a pair of black dress shoes. Plain as it was, at least it wasn't gray. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, there Esther was.

"Looking good," She smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

"So, do you like it?" Cesare asked me.

I nodded once, to reply to both of them.

"Good, now we have to get to the meeting," Cesare said.

"Meeting?"

"Yeah, you are Adamo's kid, right?" I hated him calling me that, yet I still nodded. "Well, you probably know he's dead, and we need you to help us out here."

I spoke no more as I walked with Cesare once more. I was happy to be rid of the gown. It was awkward walking around in the thin piece of clothing, with my back exposed. The clothes although a bit formal for my tastes, was better than the gown.

I followed Cesare to a large door. He knocked on the door before saying, "I'm here with Adamo's son!" I noticed then, he had not said "Adamo's kid", which somewhat angered me more than the previous title.

The door opened and I followed Cesare into the room. The room was elegantly decorated, with draping curtains, shelves of text, a desk at the end, with a person sitting on a throne-like chair. Beside that person, was another man, suited in a uniform.

"Cesare, Squalo," I almost flinched when the man said my name. "Please take a seat." His hand made a gesture to the two chairs in front of the desk, before him.

The two of us sat, although unlike Cesare, I could not quite feel comfortable in my seat. I was too tense, and everything was happening to quickly.

"Squalo, you're probably wondering why you're here," the man said. "You've already met Cesare, my name is Alfredo D. Capp, and this is General Antonio Volpe. The General and I have been put under the case of your father's death, by the Ninth Vongola. Would you lie to hear our findings?"

I made not a sound. I just stared at them.

"No one really realized Adamo was gone," there was that name again, "until we realized he was late for a meeting a few days ago, a meeting with the Ninth. Adamo may have had a few incidences of tardiness, but when it came to meetings with the Ninth himself, his record was clean. That was what got us worried.

"We went to your house, asked your mother and sister. They told me that they went to sleep early, and thought that Adamo had probably left early for work the next morning. Strangely enough, you were also missing, which brought us to wonder if you had some connection to it.

"We took a stroll around until we noticed a certain dumpster with more flies around it than that of others. We took a look and we found Adamo. I thought we were pretty unlucky from the beginning. It was raining the night Adamo went missing, and all the evidence was probably going to washed away. However, there was something that wasn't washed away, something that was sheltered under the dumpster. Do you know what it was, Squalo?"

I could only guess. I had not left a single thing. So they were no way they could trace it back to me. They was no way. I had cleaned everything, I had worn gloves. The only possible thing that... no.

It was not on the tip of my tongue, as people say it. It was on my head. The cursed silver hair given to me from my grandfather, whom my father hated. The hair, which could be identified easily.

"It was a single strand of silver hair, Squalo," Alfredo said. "Now how do you think it got there?"

I had had about enough. While it was true I had killed my father, but my father did worse to me. Why the Hell did everyone always take his damn side? Mother never did anything, she just believed her sweet hubby was the only one who had a steady income, and came back home with gifts. Avarice never really thinks about anything unless it has something to do with her benefit. She saw nothing wrong, as long as she got whatever stupid crap she wanted!

What the fuck about me? Don't I matter? Can't I have a choice for damn once? I put up with this shit, and I still have fucking nightmares of my father about to tear me limb from limb!

"...use..." I struggled to say.

"Pardon?"

"Abuse," I fianlly spat out. "My father... abused me that night." I stood up and unbuttoned the shirt. I tossed it aside and turned to show them the dark purple blotches on my back from that night.

I had no idea what I was doing, but I felt like something in me had snapped.

I liked it.

I walked down the hallways of chattering males and females. My uniform was shitty, and I wished I wasn't so restricted to wear one. The hallways were rather elegant, with their highass ceilings, long carpets, and gigantic windows. If the people here only had a bigger brain, then perhaps this place would be a bit more enjoyable.

"Oh snap, it's that shark kid!" The "shark kid" has a name you know?

"I heard he killed his entire family with nothing but a kitchen knife!" Close, it was really just my father.

"He's actually kind of cute, in an intimidating and cool kind of way..." ... I did not just hear that.

"That guy's creepy! One day I saw him come out of a stall, completely drenched with his sword over his shoulder! He just looked at me lazily, dude he was like a ghost or something! It was totally freaked!" People get scared by people drenched in water? That's... interesting to know.

I took a left turn to the seventh room to the right. I knocked on the door, but no one opened it. Well of course, I was late for class. Teachers never open the door for latecomers, but I didn't give a flying fuck.

I kept knocking and kicking the door. Eventually an shriveled old woman opened the door.

"Yes, who are you?"

"Mio Dio," the three men gasped.

"That day," I spoke. "I went out with a friend. When I came back, my father was drunk. He did this to me. The lighter spots were from previous times before. That night, after he was done, I ran away from home. I couldn't take it, so I took refuge with my friend for the night."

"It's true," the General said. "These were recent."

"I never knew Adamo was this kind of father," Alfredo said sitting back in his seat. "I've known him for so long... was it all a lie?"

"He's hated me because of the silver hair I inherited from my grandfather," I said as I placed my shirt back on. "This isn't the first time or anything, it's just... this time I actually did something, I ran."

"Hey, Cesare," I tugged on Cesare's sleeve. "I'm hungry now, and you promised me gelato."

"E-eh, but..."

"You freaking promised!" I yelled.

"Alright kid," Cesare smiled. Cesare stood up and we began to leave.

"Wait, Squalo! What are you going to do now? You'll eventually have to confront the Ninth about this! What will you do then? You'll always be Squalo Adamo and they'll always be able to find you!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I spun my head around to face them. "Sharks and man will never be together. They are enemies by nature. Sharks kill man, and Man kill shark. It has been this tiring cycle for years. But I will no longer stay stuck in this cycle.

"I am not Squalo Adamo, a child who was abused and restrained...I am a shark who will break through man's cage! I am...

"I am..." I said to the teacher and class before me.

"Squalo Superbi!"

Nico: Whoo! Squalo! Squalo! Yeah! Requiem of Rain is back!

You can see a lot has changed from the previous chapter. This chapter is like bridge between the last and next chapter. I'll be honest, I had this idea plaguing my mind for so long. I was just thinking how awesome it would be, Squalo talking about his past and present, ending with an introduction of his name!

For this chapter, I chose not to include the opening and closing quotes, simply because... they didn't seem to fit in with the plot of the chapter. I use the quotes usually to increase the suspense. This chapter was not suspenseful, but rather an opening, a formal introduction sort of (halfway through the story, I'm so awesome...).

See, in the story, Squalo's family name is Adamo, which I read meant "man". To sharks, they only have a small selection of animals who pose a threat to them, man being one of them. Squalo, changes his name to Superbi, short for "Superbia", which is the most sinful of the seven sins: Pride.

So what happens next chapter? Well, I think it's about time, that all of the story's most important characters meet up. Can you guess who they are? There's three of them, and one of them is Squalo. The other two... one has already been stated before, and the other shouldn't be too hard when you think about where Squalo is currently in the story.

Warning spoilers! By the way, has anyone read the newest Reborn chapter? I find Shitt.P's character really interesting, while she is a bit odd, but I almost envy her self-confidence. Gokudera really wowed me though, even after seeing Tsuna being a pervert (the tests are no surprise) he still stuck to Tsuna. I really like how the manga is progressing. I was sad to see Ryohei get taken away, oh how will Tsuna explain this to Kyoko? I almost couldn't believe Lambo actually won, and I really wondered if the words ten years later!Lambo said were true... I really do not like Julie, being perverted towards Chrome and further aggravating Enma. Something tells me he is at the core of the entire problem. And who else wants to know what happened to Yamamoto? I DO! He was the cheerful one! Now he'll probably be in a wheelchair (and we all saw what happened when he simply broke his arm!). Then Byakuran (or is it Ghost? I can't remember)? It's getting so suspenseful, and I'm excited. Spoilers end

Okay, the next chapter will probably come... in about a week or so. Depending on how long it take for me to upload the Diplomacy chapters. Don't worry, for anyone who has noticed, the Diplomacy chapters are really short compared to these ones (which would explain why I take longer to write these ones...). Anyways, I hope you all come back for the next chapter!

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