This is the original story that belonged to Rechiru22: She has given me full permission to adopt her story and rewrite it.

WARNING: Story contains OC, Game Characters & Possible OOCness!

Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Amano Akira, Siorc belongs to Rechiru22!

Chapter One: Cinderella

If anyone knew Superbi Squalo, they would know him as someone who spent most if not all his time in a training area practising his swordsmanship, fighting against other swordsmen or lastly severing the demonic boss of the Varia. No one would think of him being anywhere outside the Varia Headquarters and if they saw him they wouldn't believe it to be him, so to those who saw Squalo tonight would not believe their eyes as Superbi Squalo the loyal swordsman was in a nightclub!

Squalo had been dragged out of his usual routine by the glamorous Lussuria who felt that Squalo was being 'anti-social' and needed to 'release his animalistic urges' whatever that meant; Squalo wondered to himself. He hated the nightclub scene, girls acting immodest; barely dressed and leaving nothing to the imagination, the amount of people bumping into each other to reach the bar and the music was way too loud for his liking. Another major factor about going out to nightclubs was that he was always lonely, no matter who he went out with; he was always ditched at the bar drinking the same old drink till the person who invited him wanted to leave…which is exactly what happened this night.

Lussuira had left him so he could chat up some muscular guy who was defiantly not inclined to Lussuria's type; Squalo ordered a whiskey knowing he had to have something to deal with the excessive noise, and bitter loneliness that was aiming his way. Not many women talked to him, believing he could be a girl, and the men didn't talk to him in case he was a transgender. Squalo swindled his whiskey, letting the huge chunk of ice inside the beverage melt away before taking a sip from the short glass.

"What's with the long face?"

Squalo placed down his drink onto a cheap cardboard coaster that had supported his glass for the first twenty minutes of its bought existence. His daydreaming desire of wanting out of the club, and to yell at women to put some clothes on was cut-off by the question being asked. He turned his head towards the person, seeing a young girl standing beside him; she was not dressed up for the nightclub scene if anything she looked like she was dressed for a rainy day. Her hair was greyish black, and unkempt; her eyes from what Squalo could tell were bright blue and possibly slited but the strobe lights made it difficult to confirm. She wore a yellow bright rain jacket that was zipped up and landed barely over her knees; she wore runners that looked broken up from overuse. She was quite small, given a guess she barely came to be five foot tall, her figure was hidden by the overly large rain jacket.

"None of your business, woman!"

"Wow someone is a bit of a cranky-pants, I just thought you'd like some company…you seemed lonely that's all!"

The girl smiled at him, before sitting down on the barstool beside him, deciding to offer her company to the young swordsman; who was more than shocked at the girls desire to do so. Being as paranoid as he was(as all mafia men are) he stared her down, as she sat beside him. She decided to stare back at him as if it were some sort of staring competition. Not trusting her and still being surprised by someone wanting to talk and keep him company he broke the stare and returned to his drink.

"Vooooi! I never said I wanted your company girlie, so why you sitting so bloody close to me?"

"Beeeeecause I can, it's a free country my loud and shiny haired friend. Hey mister barman guy! Give me and my shiny haired friend a drink please!"

She waved at the barman with her pale skinned hand, the barman smiled when bringing two shot glasses of a clear liquid; Squalo identified it as Sambuca a strong shot to take. He knew his liqueur quite well, due to severing Xanxus he had to know every drink the scarred man liked or didn't like so that he made sure Xanxus got what he wanted. The girl handed him one of the small shot glasses of the drink, smiling as she did so quite happily.

"Here you go, drinks on me! Belly up!"

She sang happily before downing her shot, but within a second she spat it back out gagging with a look of disgust on her face. Squalo could tell she was not quite use to drinking and or taking shots, by the fact that the basic rule of shots was: Drink before tasting!

"Hah, you've obviously never drank before, have you woman?"

Squalo couldn't help but laugh at the girl's reaction to taking the shot; it was highly amusing to see a girl who appeared so confident when taking the drink do such a spit-take in disgust.

"So what's it to you mister, what's your name anyway?"

She spoke while she used the sleeve of her raincoat to wipe the spit and traces of the drink off her face, looking at Squalo as he downed his drink with no hassle. He smirked at her as he slammed the glass down in a victorious fashion; as if he was treating it as a competition or a class on drinking.

"Shouldn't you have asked me that before deciding to sit with me?"

He yelled at her; in his usual loud voice which was on par with the high beating dubstep music being played in the background. He glared at her, still being paranoid about the situation but less paranoid as before; she smiled at him like a child just making a new best friend. She giggled to his question which Squalo reluctantly admitted was quite cute.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm a bit scatter-brained. But please tell me your name, mister shiny haired hottie."

Squalo didn't know how to react to the passing comment the girl had made, so his face best described what he was thinking 'What the fuck?' a girl just said he was hot; who wasn't a misguided lesbian…and within a second his mind roared 'SCORE!' after all it had been roughly seven months since his last encounter with a girl, especially one that he didn't have to get drunk to have a chance with.

"The name is Superbi Squalo, stop smiling; it's making me want to fling my jacket over your face it's that annoying!"

"Oh..My bad I'll stop! Wait! Your name is Superbi Squalo which means…Arrogant Shark if my Italian serves me correctly…wow your mammy most have loved you."

"VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI If you're going to insult my name you can fuck off!"

He screamed loudly at the girl, before turning away from her completely. His face felt unfamiliarly warm as if he was blushing from the fact that a girl with a nice cute voice said his first name. His first name was rarely spoken, so hearing it being spoken so kindly was sort of a turn on, which made him blush which was a sign of weakness for tough men.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to offend you Superbi."

The girl spoke worriedly; as she touched his left shoulder hoping that the silver haired swordsman would look at her again, in which he surprisingly did turn around to communicate with her again. Squalo didn't know what enticed him to her, it was like an odd feeling of knowing or wanting that kept stirring inside him. But he didn't want to let down his guard in case she was someone trying to deceive him.

"Its fine stupid woman, just don't call me that again!"

She nodded her head in full agreement to what he has just said to her, smiling while doing so. Squalo let out an out of character chuckle, to her innocent looking smile and her swinging her legs like a happy child.

After a few minutes of chatting with the young woman and drinking the odd drink here and there, he began to grow quite fond of the newly formed friend. She spoke a little about where she was from, stating it was cold, wet and dark most of the time; but she left to live a 'proper life' which Squalo related to by having a not so pleasant upbringing. She seemed to be fond of water, sharks and liked movies with swordsmen in them, which were things Squalo liked as well. They danced a little for one dance, as the girl had begged Squalo to do so.

It was the most fun he had, had with someone especially a girl. Being slightly intoxicated, he leaned towards the girl, his silver hair fell over them. His pale lips touched hers in a gentle way, before putting pressure on her lips, leading them to kiss. The taste of his drink and her coca-cola gave a nice feel to the moment. Their bodies moved in closer; Squalo felt his cheeks flush a bit more again like before, but the kiss was about to be a short lived pleasure as he heard a female voice shout.

"Hey you! What you doing here?"

The girl he was kissing broke the kiss, looking scared and searching for the source of the voice, before Squalo could say a thing, she pushed him away and started to make her way out of the nightclub frightened by something or someone.

"VOOOOIII where you running off too?"

Squalo chased after the girl as she pushed some drunken dancing people out of her way which Squalo would push again to gain access to the girl, it was only when they got outside did he lose sight of her…she was gone before he could find out what spooked her.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK, KNEW SHE WAS BAD NEWS! I DON'T EVEN KNOW HER NAME AND I KISSED HER LIKE SOME STUPID LOVESTRUCK TEEN!"

Squalo screamed in the street, gaining a few looks from the odd person who were slightly drunk or smoking taxi drivers waiting for customers to take home and overcharge. Squalo started to kick the ground, sickened by letting down his guard to such a girl, he ended up kicking what seemed to be a purse. He picked it up, and saw that it looked similar to the one that the girl had on her when paying the barman for the shots in the beginning of the night.

He opened it up, checking for I.D and saw what looked like a possible Student ID or Work ID. He saw that it was her alright, in the photo for the card. She looked a bit different, her hair was not as unkempt and she looked a bit younger in the card, more full in the face. He read the information eager to find out what her name was:

Name: Sior Canna

Birthday: July 17th 1988

Code No: C00146578

Squalo smiled, only realising now what his possible Cinderella's name was, he tucked her purse into his jacket pocket, before taking out his phone and texting Lussuria to inform him that he was returning to the headquarters. He started to walk the journey back to the headquarters, having a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time seeing Sior Canna. After all the Vongola knows everyone, and would have something about her on their database, in which he could return her purse and put the fun night out of his mind.

His ringtone went off, alerting him of Lussuria replying to the text message he had sent, Lussuria being his usual self and quiet the nosy-hole replied:

"Saw you were having fun with a cute girl~ hope you got her number Squ-dear!"

Squalo smirked at the text, usually he would text back or calls Lussuria and roar at him for the stupid nickname and ridiculous assumption but he wasn't wrong about the girl and the possible fun…but he didn't get her number but he did get her purse. She was going to need her purse wasn't she? He thought to himself deciding to run the rest of the way home.

Returning to the mansion, failing to notice that someone had been behind him on his journey back…

So there you go folks, the first re-write of the I.D Please story, I will keep to most of her original eight chapters, changing things and fleshing out the chapters as best I can. Please do enjoy :)