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Chapter 2: wrong

Superbi was nervous.

"VOIIII!" He suddenly yelled, causing a few of the hospital staff to scurry away, casting wary looks over their shoulders.

Tch. Cowards, the lot of them.

"Now, now, Young Master," The shitty butler smiled, though the six year old could see that it was forced, "I'm sure that Madam is fine."

Before the soon-to-be swordsman could make a snappy remark, the screams piercing the air abruptly stopped. Superbi stopped pacing, dread pooling like sour milk in his gut, as he stared in horror at the frosted window of the Emergency Room.

"Shit! Get the defibrillators!"

"Get the baby out before it chokes!"

"She's slipping! SHE'S SLIPPING! Doctor!" Alfred had to restrain the silver-haired boy when he tried to barge into the room, screw Father's rules.

"Shitty butler!" He hissed. "Let me go!" Alfred could only shake his head sadly. Some of his thoughts must have made themselves known to the young heir, for his eyes widened, then he drooped in the old man's arms.

"She's… going to make it… right?" The former hitman just sighed, shaking his head again.

"No, Young Master, she's not going to make it." Superbi glared up at the butler with eyes of anger, then hurriedly turned around at the sound of footsteps. A man in bloodied green scrubs stood in front of them, his expression pitying.

Superbi found that he hated it.

"I'm sorry." Was all that he said, shaking his head. Eyes widening with pure denial, Superbi ran inside the room, Alfred right behind him.

Blood.

That was all he could see.

"M-Mother?"

Red. Red. Red red red.

"T-This…is a joke…right?" Silver hair, now tainted red, fanned out behind her, giving her the impression of a deceased angel, beautiful, but no longer alive.

He didn't want that.

"It has to be one! Wake up you stupid bitch! You whore!" he could barely make out the shitty butler's gasp of horror behind him. Superbi didn't care. That man could rot in hell, along with his father. "You're just a whore that got lucky with me after Father fucked you! You don't have the privilege to die on me! You don't! So wake up! Wake up wake up wake up!" he finally collapsed to the tiled floor, tears streaming down his face, as his tiny hands clutched at his mother's dress. "Wake up…please don't leave me alone…" Alfred just watched with sad eyes. Slowly, he walked up to the silver-haired boy (because he was just a child, oh God, just a child…), and deposited a bundle in his arms. Superbi looked up, eyes bloodshot and puffy.

"This…" Alfred spoke.

"Yes, Young Master. This is Madam's child." The Squalo heir stared at the baby almost reverently, then picked it up as it was a glass doll; like he was scared that if he poked it too hard, it would break.

Creamy skin, and tufts of silver hair. Superbi wondered what colour the baby's eyes would be. Would it be the warm amber that his mother once had? Or the cold, unforgiving steel gray that stared right back at him whenever he looked into a mirror? He sniffled, tears still trickling down his face. As if answering it, the baby opened its eyes, and smiled as well, gums and all, as if reassuring him.

Superbi fell in love.

Wiping away his tears, he turned to the shitty butler.

"Voi, is it male?" The shitty butler seemed surprised, but before he could yell at him, he coughed. "Yes, Young Master, he is indeed a male." The silver-haired child nodded.

"I want to name him." The shitty butler just sighed. "Is that so? What will you name him, Young Master?" Superbi took in the sight of the baby in his arms (sure, it looked disgusting at the moment, but oh well), remembering his mother's love of all things Japanese. He smirked, but if it looked a bit small and watery, no one said anything.

"Kazuki. His name will be Kazuki."

And outside the room, a doctor in bloodied green scrubs heard it all. With a snap of his fingers, he flickered and vanished altogether, leaving behind a white-haired man donning a pale green kimono, with wise, brown eyes behind round spectacles. Pushing his spectacles up his nose, he walked away without a sound, his comment too quiet for anyone to hear.

"Good luck in this world, Kazuki. I expect great things from you, great things indeed."

Aberto Squalo was in a meeting, when his cell phone rang. Putting on a genial smile, he politely excused himself, and went out to take the call, scowling when he saw who it was.

"Superbi," He gritted out, "Now is not the time." Silence, then his son's voice filtered over the phone, voice strangely subdued.

"Father." Something was wrong. "What, Superbi? What is wrong? Did the birthing go alright?" It had to be alright, Marie had to be safe!

"…"

"Superbi?"

"M-Mother didn't make it," Oh, god. "But the baby did." Baby? What baby? The monster that killed his wife? "His name is Kazuki, and…Father? Father?" Aberto hung up, scowling.

"Oi!" he barked to a random servant (Yvonne Blax, half-Italian, 23, single…). "Spread the news. Madam Squalo is dead." He then walked away, leaving the servant white with horror.

Kazuki… His expression turned black with anger.

I will never forgive you!

Oh dear. What will happen to Kazuki, now?

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