Requiem of Rain
A Katekyo Hitman Reborn Fanfiction
Nico: Hello, and welcome to the very first fanfiction since I came back! Uh, what can I say? This is a story I came up with recently while listening to Superbia Squalo's character song: Chinkonka no Ame (probably my favourite character song now), and it was raining so the story came to my mind. I hope you enjoy, ye who reads this story. Oh, and this story doesn't have much to do with the original story, I just thought it'd be fun.
I DO NOT OWN KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN!
Child Little Child
"Pure madness."
"Squalo~ Come on, let's go~!" I felt the tug on my sleeve as my younger sister leaned back onto her heels, tugging me with her weight, which wasn't much. She whined out loud, and the horrible noise that came from her throat overpowered the sound of the television.
"Voi! Leave me alone, brat," I yelled, tugging my arm sleeve back. "Can't you see I'm busy?" My idiot sister was bratty. She always got what she wanted whenever she wanted. If she didn't she'd let out a horrible cry that would overwhelm a thousand banshees.
We were out shopping with mother. Mother left me and my sister in the electronics section, while she busied herself in the clothing department. There was a sale on school uniforms, and my sister and I were being enrolled into some private school. I dreaded the entire idea, not only was I going to leave my only friend, but I had to have classes with a bunch of snobby rich kids. I don't understand it though. How did my mother ever earn so much money to enroll the both of us?
I perished the thought as soon as we went to the televisions. We didn't have one at home and I was completely mesmerized by the band that played on the screen. There was a CD beside the television, I picked it up. Their music was so…deep. The CD cover had a picture of a "soul" with two arrows around it. It read "Resonant Cadence, Music that Moves the INNER Soul." Man, it was right. I couldn't stop listening; it was as if the song was taking over me.
"Squalo!" my little sister stomped on my foot.
"Ow! Voooi!" What did you do that for, you little brat?" I asked, snarling and baring my teeth at her. Kids at my school say that I resemble a shark. My friend, Keith didn't really think so though. He was sort of...an air-head. He always had this stupid smile on his face, and he never overlooked anyone. He was kind to everyone, even me. He's too naive, and makes friends with everyone. Really, I've overheard other students complain that he's annoying and question his gender. I wonder if he knows.
"I want to go look at the animal toys!" the mammon incarnate placed her hands on her hips. She had learned that from seeing it on one of our walks. I would gut the broad who taught her that…
"You mean the little plastic bobble heads with over-sized heads? Forget it! Mother will never buy you one, they're overpriced and glamorized trash!" Really, I hated going to the toy section for those things. There would always be a crowd of girls begging their mothers for two, or three, or more. My idiot sister was an ignorant subject of commercial advertising. She sees a poster, and she wants it. She falls for the glamorizing technique and instantly wants whatever is being sold.
Then I saw the tear, and the pouted lip. Oh crud. I took a step back. "Voi, Avarice, don't start with the waterworks…" I reasoned but with no avail…
"WAAAAH!" I jammed my hands to my ears. Damn, people think I'm noisy, they've never met my dumbass sister!
After a minute had passed I had enough. "Alright! All, freaking, right! I'll take you to the toy section for the stupid animal bobbing head trash!"Avarice stopped immediately. She smiled as she grabbed my long sleeve and dragged me to my doom. Yes, I know I said I would take her. However, really I meant she was allowed to force me there…
It was the same as ever. The condensed isle was crowded with girls and their mothers, grabbing for the animal toys. "Mama, I want that one!" "Mom, can you buy me this one?" "No Momma, not that one, that one!" It was killing my ears.
Avarice quickly joined the huddle of girls. I could sight her easily from the others; she was the only one without the expensive looking clothes. I could still hear the song Resonant Cadence played, over the squeals and begs of little girls.
"Child little child where have you been?
Your blood is boiling beneath your skin,
Don't let your patience run down thin,
Now it's time to unleash the beast within."
The lyrics sent shivers down my spine. It sounded as if it was speaking to me. Oh the very thought of running. Leaving my life, and finding a better one. It's too good to be true, but I wish to were.
"That looks good on you, Squalo," mother said holding up the uniform in front of my body. It was…gray. Yes, it was a dress shirt underneath a thin coat, dress pants, belt, and a pair of durable black dress shoes, however it was so bland. It mixed with my silver hair, and my pale skin. Ugh, seeing myself in it was discomforting.
"I hate it," I said simply.
"Squalo..." my mother said. "This is the best we can afford..."
"If it cost so much money, then why are you enrolling Avarice and I to a private school? They're expensive, and if you let us stay in our current schools, you wouldn't have to spend so much money!" She said nothing. She just folded up the clothes and placed them in the wardrobe, beside all the others clothes we had.
"Mama~!" Avarice's voice rang out. "Can I go play with my friends?" I scoffed. Avarice was seven years old, but there were times I hear her as a spoiled sixteen year old tramp.
"Yes, sweetie," mother said heading over to the kitchen. I walked over to the window and watched as Avarice and six other girls hurried off down the streets. Although she was annoying as hell, and she really didn't deserve a majority of what she got, I still worried for her. She was innocent to some extent, and her naivety towards lies could get her into some trouble. Yes, she was loud, inconsiderate, and naive, but she was my sister, and whether I liked it or not, I had to care for her.
Avarice was born three years after I was; I was ten, she was seven. My mother told me that I also had an older brother, but he died of a miscarriage. She told me his name was Gideon, because she always imagined him as a heroic warrior. My mother did many odd jobs, some sewing, some stacking, some cooking, and some cleaning. She always came home tired.
My father on the other hand...was a bastard. I hate him. Avarice and mother loved him though. He would come sometimes and dazzle them with gifts. However, everything comes with a price. For their gifts, he had to take a large amount of mother's pay, without her knowing. Also, for some reason whenever we were alone he would beat me. He said that I had the same eyes as his father, and he hated his father; I guess it must run in the family.
A while after Avarice left, I had gotten bored. Unlike rich people, we didn't have much to waste our time on, and Avarice and I were too young to work. I sighed and grabbed my jacket from the wardrobe and headed to the door. "Mother! I'm going for a walk!"
"Be back before supper!" I heard her yell back.
"Okay!" I said and opened the door for my leave. You've probably noticed, I never say "Voi" to my mother. I don't know why, I just don't.
I locked the door behind me and headed off. The village was always filled with noise of some sort. People laughing at jokes, children crying, mothers humming, father's chuckling, bird's chirping, dogs barking, and cat mewling. It wasn't just the sounds, but the sights and smells. On the pathways, on both sides of the road, were poles holding up baskets of flowers, giving off a welcoming fragrance. On both sides of the road were shops and restaurants. There was a bookstore, the owner was a very strange person who always wanted his customers to pay in cash. There was an antique store, the store owner was very strict with his "break it and buy it" rule; he wasn't really the one to accept any tomfoolery anyways. There was a clothing store, the owner was a divorced mother with a son of her own. There was also a sushi restaurant. I never go in, since sushi is expensive, but whenever I pass by I see the same boy lounging around as he ate.
"Ciao, Squalo!" I recognized the voice. A boy with long black hair appeared before me. He was some crazy half breed of an Italian and a Chinese. His hair was too long for a guy's. It was in fact tied in a high ponytail, and reached his shoulders.
"Voi, Hey, Keith," I said. Keith smiled back. Keith was an orphan. He was separated from his parents at birth and now he was living in a foster home with other orphaned boys. I saw a big difference between Keith and the other orphaned boys. All the other orphaned boys were rebels. They hated their lives, they hated their parents for leaving them, they hated the foster house, they hated the people who came in and never took them out of their nightmare, they hated it all. Keith was different from everyone else. He was always smiling and happy. Instead of seeing the bad in people, he always saw the good points of people. Keith however still wishes he could meet his real parents one day. "Voi, you look like a girl..."
Keith only smiled. "Ha-ha! You know why I keep it long." Did I ever... Keith made this stupid promise to himself; until he finally met his family, he would never cut his hair. It sounds real stupid if you ask me.
"Isn't it hard to wash so much hair?" I asked. "I don't understand how girls, and you, can stand it."
"It's not that hard," Keith said. Keith and I walked around the village for a two hours. We stopped by at the many locations.
"Pay in cash or get your ass out of here," the cloaked store owner scowled at the customers holding the book they wished to buy. The book store was nice. Keith and I would look at a couple books.
"Get out of my store you little no-good, butter-fingered, trolls!" the antique store owner yelled when he saw us at the door. It was a wonder how a children-hater could have a son. Keith and I had noticed how the antique store had many umbrellas.
"Ah, hello, Squalo, Keith, my you two are looking handsome!" the clothing store owner smiled. She had this strange habit of flattering men. Her hair was dyed in many colors and tied into four short pigtails(1). My mother sometimes worked at the clothing store.
"One day, when we get the money," Kieth said. "Let's come here and eat until our tummies are full! I've always wanted to try otoro(2)." We had just passed the sushi restaurant. Once again there was that kid again. He was looked about my sister's age as he leaned back in his chair, resting his boots on the table as he grabbed a piece of sushi, dipped it in a small dish and popped the entire piece into his mouth.
After the two hours, we separated, I left for my house, and he left for his foster home. Sometimes, I wondered if Keith was fighting back tears and rage whenever he entered the foster home. Losing your parents, or having your parents abandon you, that's really harsh for a little kid. So I can see why a lot of the orphaned boys are thuggish, but Keith sticks out like a lit light bulb surrounded by unlit ones. I wondered, does Keith sometimes feel how the others feel?
When I returned home my mother, Avarice, and I all sat down for supper. It was mainly opened canned food. There was fish in a ketchup sauce that tasted nice, sausages in a chicken broth, fish with peppers, SPAM, pieces of corn, peas, cut up pieces of green beans, cubes of carrots, and for desert we each had a can of fruit.
"Blech! Mama, this is too salty!" Avarice complained over the sausages. Canned food usually had a salty tang to them, I didn't mind.
"Just set it in some water, dear," mother said.
"Then it'll be soggy~!" Avarice whined.
"Be quiet! No yelling at the dinner table. If you don't want your sausage than give it to me!" I said piercing the meat with my fork.
"No it's mine!" Avarice yelled and took my fork.
"Voi! Give that back you brat!" I reached out for my fork. She stuck her tongue at me before she ate the entire sausage and kept my fork. I growled as I took my knife and used it as a substitute for my fork. I had no problem with stabbing the contents of the can to vex my anger.
There was a knock on the door and my mother, who had barely eaten anything got up to answer. Avarice waved my fork in front of me. "I bet you want your fork back!"
"Shut up, brat," I said. "I can make do with a knife." Although my tone was...rather calm, I had also stabbed the strawberry in my fruit can.
"Liar, liar, you can't hide your desire~" Avarice rolled her tongue at the last word. Avarice was always bragging how she was talented. One, she could roll her tongue and whistle. Two, she got excellent grades. Three, she was adorable in the eyes of every adult. Four, she was a wonderful dancer and had a bunch of friends. Me on the other hand, I was considered a trouble-maker with surprisingly good grades, but freakish for my silver hair, and horribly untalented, ugly, and violent. Pretty much my dead older brother was a "heroic warrior", my little sister was the perfect and lovable child, and I was the neglected underdog.
"H-Hubby...?" I heard my mother stutter. Avarice and I turned to see her back away from the door. On the ground, I saw the shadow of a man, holding something in his hand. It was a knife.
"Pure madness,
Subterfuge of sadness.
Take me away,
When everything is to my dismay..."
Nico: And that's the first chapter! Yay~ Uh, so I've said earlier, this story doesn't have much to do with the original storyline, but it will include characters from the story. I will try.
A few notes:
1. About the four pigtails, search up Yotsuba in Google images, that's pretty much what I had imagined when I wrote this
2. Otoro is extra fatty tuna, it is usually pink and color, it is really expensive and tasty (although I prefer salmon over tuna...)
And yes, there is a Littlest Pet Shop (Which I do not own) reference. I just don't see what the big deal is with the bobble headed things...
A little explanation about the story. This story is sort of a back story to Squalo's life, which in my opinion, is plausible, and possibly as flawed as others. There will probably be...no more than ten chapters. It's just a random idea I got in my head today. Moreover...considering that fact I've never finished a story, except for a few exceptions (all of these I rather dislike now...), I may not even finish this story. If that happens, I apologize beforehand to anyone who enjoys the story.
I'll try my best!
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