Chapter: Time Skips are Fun…Not.

Notes: Wow the response I've gotten has been very encouraging. I luws you all.

In response to one reviewer's rapid questions I think I'll answer some.

Will she defeat Tyr? Yes, because Tyr is in the way of her goal and anything in her way will be bulldozed down. About her hand being chopped off…maybe. Squalo probably isn't a gender neutral name but I love it. Superia Squalo means Prideful Shark (at least according to other sources) and it is awesome so I decided to keep it. I don't really plan for any fixed pairings until much much later on. There will be flirting later on…oh dear lord the flirting…but I kind of want this to be a primary Gen fic. I have big plans for Dino…who love to pieces.

And dear lord will she discover her voice. VOI is like a compulsion but I doubt my Squalo will say it as often as canon!Squalo.

I love the Varia to pieces so they will all feature heavily in later chapters. There was a bit foreshadowing of Squalo thinking of odd relationships and it kind of has to do with the Varia, not to say that it will be totally romantic or anything. Mostly I will be working on the Family route which sadly isn't shown that heavily in the anime. So if you like a particular Varia and want them to interact more with Squalo then please feel free to tell me so. I would love to add more flirting scenes or just pure fun and crack and family drama.

Oh the drama…I can't wait until Squalo joins up. I plan on absolutely ruining them all. Much like Reborn totally chaotically ruined Tsuna's Family. Lol

I hope I will continue to live up to all of your expectations…but like I said before this is purely for my own satisfaction. I was just curious enough to post it.

Enjoy! J

Two years later~

It hadn't taken long to get use to her new identity, except for a few regrets I think I embraced my new life fairly quickly. Mostly because I knew that if I didn't I was royally fucked, because of one major problem.

I hadn't been that big of a fan of KHR.

Sure I watched the anime but I hadn't been an avid fan of the show, not to mention I never even touched the manga. Hopefully I wasn't in the manga verse although knowing my luck I probably was, or in some kind of combo reality of the two.

I did find it odd that I had been born in my original gender when I was pretty sure that Squalo had been a guy in the series. Although you never know, the canon Squalo had some long ass hair and somewhat girly looks so it was possible he'd been a transgender person with identity issues.

Annnd…after giving myself a headache thinking about it I just decided to put it aside and never think about it again.

Even if I wasn't a big fan of the series I knew that I wouldn't be entering the KHR cannon arc for years to come so the moment where I was able to steal a piece of paper and a pen, I wrote down as much as the plot as I could with my little chubby baby fingers. Although getting that piece of paper and writing utensil was harder than I thought it would be since the bitch nanny didn't think that she needed such things at such a young age, bitch please I'd been writing crappy fanfics for years, a few sentences were easy-peasy.

One of the main things I could remember was that the main character was named Tsu-something or other, was a rather clumsy middle-schooler who was destined to take over as 10th mafia boss of some powerful mafia family. He made a lot of friends and guardians and had a killer tutor that was a baby.

Although none of that really matters for me now since I would never be a part of the main story line, it may have been different if I'd been born in their generation and as one of the main characters but from what I could pierce together from my memory was that my new identity, Squalo, was a side-character that was only relevant to a few arcs and then would fade to the background as the main story continued on, and not only that I won't meet any of the brats until I was well in my 20s, at least 2 decades away from now, that was a long time to wait and I'm not sure if I really cared about them since brats weren't born yet and wouldn't be for years to come. So as long as I wrote done some relevant stuff I was free to let my mind focus on more important things.

Like developing myself into a badass.

I could luckily remember a bit of the original Squalo from the anime. Mostly because the Varia arc had been the most entertaining and fun than the other arcs of the show.

The main thing though was that canon Squalo had been the right-hand man of Xanxus who was the leader of the Varia. Oh and that apparently he was a loud motherfucker. Heh I'm going to enjoy screaming my lungs out at the unfortunate masses, it'll be therapeutic.

I figured there were a few things I could do to change the plot-line, but since I was still kind of unfamiliar with the finer things I just decided to leave well enough alone. The world wouldn't explode if I didn't save the Tenth's mist guardian from being experimented on or warn the ninth boss of that big mafia family that his kids are all gonna be murdered in one way or another in the future, so that a weak little boy has to take over for him. While all of it did matter to a point I decided that changing things could possibly make things worse and then I would be totally unprepared for the future and probably get killed before I hit puberty or something.

So…getting stronger and smarter and more badass it was then. After all this was an anime and anime physics was fucked up. I would become 'Sparta!'

So that first two years was devoted to learning muscle and vocal control, as well as cramming as many languages as I could, I found it fun to speak in three different languages in one conversation. I kept switching it up and with enough practice I could do it flawlessly instead of stuttering as my brain processes the jump in language.

As the months passes I noted that my mother apparently abandoned me after birth since she never visited me once and neither my bitch nanny nor my papa mentioned her. I was fine with it since I didn't have it in me to love another woman as a mother since I still had the memories of my other mother still strong in me.

My papa on the other hand was attentive to me whenever he was around. Apparently he was some boss for a low level Famigilia and had a lot of duties to attend to. Lucky for him all that I asked of him was tutoring in hand-to-hand combat and weaponry…and anything else I could think of.

It was on my second birthday when I asked-demanded- that he comply with my requests and while he had patronized me at first he quickly changed his tune when I tried to rip out his eyes in retaliation to his tone.

For some reason he praised me and stated that my official title in the Family was Principessa de sangue.

Blood Princess *Princess of Blood*

I liked it fairly enough and allowed him this little attachment.

Right now I was snickering as my gymnastics tutor wiggle on the ground in pain. It had been decided because of my gender and body type that I would focus more on speed and dexterity rather than all out strength and power, not that I wouldn't also focus on those as well but I had to start somewhere.

I had been working with this particular tutor for two weeks now and had gotten tired of his…brand of handisness.

So I broke them, his hands, his knees, his nose…you get the idea.

"Oh, hi papa." I said sarcastically as my father walked through the door and looked on passively at my bleeding tutor.

"What was wrong with this one Principessa?"

"He kept on grabbing my butt." I pouted and watched gleefully as my father's face warped into a wrathful visual.

I think I've gotten a lot more sadistic these last few years but considering my goal was be good at killing I think it could only be a good thing.

I watch as my father- my papa- rip my ex-tutor to shreds before totting off to the kitchens.

I've suddenly got a huge craving for some tuna carpaccio.

At age three I was already well known in my father's inner circle as prodigious. It was something I found really funny but I can't blame them. Already I was fluent in Italian, English (duh), Japanese (yea no more subtitles!), and Mandarin. I was in the middle of learning French and I hate it so freaking much but I'm getting better at it. I've already decided I'm going to save Spanish for last. Mostly because I'm vindictive like that.

I've gotten really good at knife combat as well as parkour. Which is fun and I like the feeling of almost flying when I sink my 7' serrated edge combat knife into one of the many targets which stationed themselves at different angles four floors up on the ceiling. Luckily this whole room was designed as a training obstacle course, excluding of course the fighting ring in the corner which was for my weekly spars with my mixed martial artist instructor.

I kind of feel like I'm cheating though since I was learning how to use knives instead of a sword. I believe knives was…Bel? Bel's main weapon and he no doubt took pride in it but oh well, sharing is caring ripper prince.

Papa lectured me on how I must first learn how to wield different manner of blades if I wanted to become the best swords-person in the world.

It may have been because I had kicked his rather hard in the shin when he told me that I couldn't become the world's greatest swordsman because…swordsman.

So after that painful one-sided screaming match I have rearranged my goal a little.

I don't want to become the best swordsman or swordswoman.

I'm devoting myself to become the Best sword master non gender person ever!

My papa may have had a little crying fit over what he perceived as his princess declaring herself a man trapped in a woman's body.

I did no such thing by the way. He only assumed so because I refused to wear dresses after that.

I have two years before I can work on swordsmanship and until then I will practice with every other weapon that my small body can handle and cram as much knowledge into my head as possible.

Up until I get bored and take a week off that is. But I only do that once every few months, I need to decompress after all and have a little fun and if I have to eat strawberry ice cream and watch horror/gore movies with no ratings and read shoujo manga then .it.

Humming to myself I snacked on an apple as I wandered around our modest three story home. I figured a break was good before I cooked my brain any more than it already was.

I heard rumors that the Vongola family was having some big shin-dig of a party soon and was kind of disappointed that my father's Famigilia was too much of a small fry to get an invite. It would have been interesting to see how that Family operated after all and maybe even get read on the political state they were in.

"Young Mistress."

I turned to stare at the servant that had addressed me.

"Yea?"

"Your father wants you. He's in his office."

I wave the servant away and make my way slowly to papa's office. It wasn't very far and before I knew it I was sited in one of the comfy chairs that filled the room.

My father looked both exultant and constipated, an odd combination to be sure.

"Papa?"

"Principessa I have an interesting proposition for you."

"Oh?" I cock me head sideways as I stare shrewdly at the lightly sweating boss. Ever since I started speaking in full sentences and showed my more…ruthless side my father has had a healthy respect and fear of me. I was sure he thought I would become the boss of our small Famigilia and bring up its status whether by blood or by marriage.

Too bad for him I had no plans on being a boss…although it wasn't a bad back up plan.

"Yes, I've contacted a…special tutor for you. One of the Arcobaleno is willing to spare some of his time to train you for a total of one year in exchange for some favors in the future."

This was an interesting development, I doubt canon Squalo had been tutored by any of the Arcobaleno so it kind of makes me wonder how much I changed canon already in a short amount of time, on the other hand…I'm bored and it's one of the freaking killer babies. Life can only get more fun and weirder from here.

"Sure papa, sounds interesting." I monotone and let my face stretch into a tiny smirk as my father let out a sigh of relief. Apparently the old man had been afraid of my reaction.

Maybe he was fearful I'd kill him off and take over the family business at the ripe old age of 3?

"Which one is it?"

I doubt my father had gotten Reborn. That hitman only tutored the heirs of the bigger Famigilia. The others were a toss-up although I doubt Verde, Fon, or Viper would show up either.

When I had been writing down the plotline for KHR I had been annoyed when I couldn't remember the names of semi-important character so I've been studying up on all the important and powerful people that made up the mafia while also being as discrete as possible so no one sends any assassins after me and papa for sticking our noses in business we were too small to know about. It had been an interesting test of my skills at information gathering, which due to my small size had been twice as difficult in getting the information and twice as easy to get out of sticky situations when someone questioned why I would be asking for such information.

I've practiced the pout endlessly for weeks to prefect it and was gratified to find out that I can get out of almost every scenario with it. Most people- especially big bad mafia men –panicked when faced with a pouting and teary eyed little girl.

Suckers.

My papa may not know it but I had accessed my Flames about a year ago and I wasn't surprised that I had rain flames, after all so did canon Squalo.

What had surprised me was that I had a weaker secondary flame as well.

Cloud.

Now that was something really different and made me feel more off tilted then my apparent non-canon gender reassignment.

"Well- I tried to contact the Rain Arcobaleno but it seems that he won't be available for another five years, instead he is sending another one in his place."

"Sending another one?" I mumbled before paling. "Wait the only one he could command would be…"

"Skull."

I stare at my father before letting out a stream of curses in multiple languages.

It said something about the relationship between us when my father only nodded along solemnly to my colorful words of woe.

"Ahaha! So you are my new student!"

I stare at the small purple haired baby, I admit I don't know much about Skull. He wasn't that big of a character from what I could remember other then he was the weakest of the killer babies and was the Cloud Arcobaleno.

Finally I shrug. "Fuck it."

"Yes Skull-Sempi!" I salute him-

And I shit you not.

There was flowers and stars flowing around him as he stared agape at me.

"Skull…S-Sempi?" Skull stuttered out in disbelief but smiling widely.

Oh wow this guy got no respect from anyone if getting a title like that from a three year old, abide a really smart three year old, could make him this fucking happy.

I suddenly had the urge to kick the rest of the Arcobalenos' asses for being total douches to the weaker Arcobaleno.

"Yes." I nodded as seriously as I could because those freaking flowers were really started to freak me out. "You are my tutor after all and I'm your student. It is only right I show my respect for you by calling you Sempi."

…Skull may have needed a minute or two after that. Which I granted him by turning around and staring off into the horizon as he burst into tears behind me.

I think we may end up having a mutual teaching position. Him teaching me combat and possibly how to access my weak Cloud flames and me teaching him to grow a backbone.

And that was how I totally gained the Cloud Arcobaleno as my faithful minion for life.

I chuckled under my breath. "1/5. Who's next?"