A/N: Did I already mentioned that I'm one hell of a procrastinator? /gets shot and stabbed

Um yeah I'm sorry for not updating it for a month although my chapters are only about 1000 words. But I have already per-planned the next two or three chapters so I suppose that the next ones will come faster (hopefully). Am I the only one who hates being a lazy ass but still can't help it?

This chapter is my first attempt at writing a fighting scene and I really hope I didn't fail epically with that XD" I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Disclaimer: I will skip this part because it's more than obvious that I don't own a masterpiece like KHR or could make up a wonderful man just like Squalo.

The Shark's Epic Journey – Royalty

It was a rare thing indeed that out of all people Squalo would call someone "fucked up". But there was no adjective better fit for that brat. One look and the shark could tell that that brat needed help. Where exactly should he begin, naming all the features of that odd boy which made him nothing more or less but a crazy maniac.

Well, he could begin with those blond bangs of his which covered half of his face, drawing even more attention to the big smile, which was the only really visible thing on his face. Maybe he doesn't have eyes any more or he fucking tore them out and ate them. He is probably crazy enough to pull off shit like that. Watching too many movies was definitely not good for his already over-active imagination.

Speaking of his big smile, yes, it was very big. The white-haired swordsman wouldn't be surprised if that brat's face would split up in two halves. Apart from that there was something else which bothered him about that smile. Blame it on watching too many movies not suited for his age at one o'clock but that smile reminded him a little bit too much of those he'd see on psycho killers' faces. Those who would skin someone alive or ripped their victims' hearts or limbs out and ate it and would still fucking smile or even laugh. Squalo wasn't scared, he was still a brat nonetheless, even with that psychopathic and sadistic grin. And the day where Superbi Squalo would fear a brat will be the one hell freezes over.

However, there was the one thing which kind of ruined that fucked up image: the sparkling and shining tiara he wore on his blond head. It looked like the ones which you get as an extra when you buy a 'Disney Princess' or 'Barbie' magazine or some girly bullshit like that. Why would he know those magazines? Well, the kiosk where he used to buy his favorite gum happened to sell them. And before you ask, no, Superbi Squalo did not buy or even thought about buying them.

When the shark had finished his analyze which took only some seconds, he turned his attention back to the knives that that tiara-wearing boy hold in both of his hands. They were more dangerous than he first thought they were. But why would that brat attack him in the first place?

"Vooi, brat!" the brat's smile turned into a frown, he was clearly not pleased to be addressed as a brat. Too bad that Squalo didn't care. "What the fuck do you want from me?" Somewhere in the shark's mind, he was not sure whether he really wanted to know the answer.

The knives-wielding boy's lips quickly formed into his apparently trade-mark grin again. "Ushishishi~ the prince feels generous today, so he won't tear your limbs out for calling him 'brat', stupid peasant. But therefore the peasant has to offer his help, of course, shishi."

Squalo really felt like beating the crap out of this snotty-nosed brat but decided that he will listen first to whatever shit the brat wanted to tell, perhaps it might even turn out to be useful. Besides it was beyond his dignity to fight weak trash like that odd princess-like boy.

However, that did not mean that he was not annoyed to wait so long for a simple answer. Patience was never one of his many strengths."I don't have the whole day to listen to a brat like you, so just get straight to the point!"

"Watch your mouth. The prince will only tolerate that impudence towards a member of the royal family the last time. So tell me, where do I find the Varia headquarters?"

The shark was dumbfounded. "The fuck, why the bloody hell do you want to know that shit?" Suddenly it dawned on him."VOOOI, you can't intend to JOIN the Varia?!"

The smile grew wider, if that was even possible. "Yeah, I do. I heard that they were the number one elite assassination squad. And only the best of the best is suited for the prince, ushishishi~"

Squalo didn't know whether to laugh at the sheer idiocy of what that kid had just said or to show one of his very rare moments of worry, in that case worry about the mental state of the tiara-wearing boy. He decided to simply stare at him, disbelief written all over his face.

"Why does the peasant look even dumber now, ushishishi~" the prince asked innocently.

"VOOOII, you're obviously the stupid one! No, you're batshit crazy! Do you really think that the Varia would recruit you, a brat, who probably still wears his diapers?! Never in a million years! Go back to your mommy and daddy and keep playing with your knives, stupi-"

"I killed my family. I can't go back", for the first time, the brat actually did not smile.

Silence.

Squalo was left speechless. Not like there were words fit for that situation. The shocking thing was that the shark believed it instantly, one look and you could tell that that brat wasn't lying. The next shocking thing was, that no matter how horrible his family might have treated him, to kill them at such a young age was downright twisted and sick even by Squalo's beliefs of moral which were to be frank nearly non-existent (killing family members or even the entire family wasn't uncommonly in the mafia, mafiosi tended to kill their older siblings in order to become the next boss of their family, however in most cases those murders started once they reached adulthood or at the earliest in their late teens).

And when the shark just thought that things couldn't get weirder, the universe loved to prove him wrong. The prince suddenly erupted into loud laughter. "Ushishishi, I finally got rid of that annoying twin brother of mine and my useless family. Aaaah, the color of their blood was so beautiful, so wonderfully red. And now the prince shall let the stupid peasant be drenched in the same beautiful color as he ignored the prince's generous warning and brazenly called him 'stupid brat' once again."

Before Squalo had the opportunity to even comprehend what that outright insane boy had just said, dozens of knifes suddenly materialized in the blond-haired boy's hands (the swordsman had no idea where he could kept such an amount) and were immediately thrown. Only Squalo's extremely fast reflexes which were a result of countless fights prevented the white-haired boy to be turn into Swiss cheese.

After he had safely escaped the knifes, he was assaulted by another dozens of knives. This time he barely managed to dodge them. Damn, I can't lose against a brat! He wanted to charge forward, however the knives thrown at him stopped him and he was forced to block them with his sword. While Squalo was busy defending himself, the prince went further away, having now a safe distance between them, far away from the dangerous blade of Squalo.

The white-haired swordsman gritted his teeth in frustration. Of course, he was very aware of a sword's fatal flaw, its short reach, but he certainly didn't expect the brat to use the advantage he had over him that well. He was a little boy, for Pete's sake! Maybe it wasn't just madman's talk about joining the Varia...

The swordsman had fought men twice the seize of that brat who couldn't even dream to achieve what the prince had been able to: driving Squalo into a corner. The shark had to smirk despite having his back against the wall. He was always searching for strong opponents, especially after having been beaten by Tyr.

"What's your name? Mine is Squalo, Superbi Squalo!" Exchanging names was something the shark only deemed necessary when facing a worthy enemy. Weak trash didn't receive the honor to have their names be remembered by the future strongest warrior.

The brat was surprised by the unexpected question in the middle of the fight. He was contemplating if it would put him at a disadvantage by answering the question. Deciding it wasn't, he answered with a shrug "The prince's name is Belphegor. You should better remember your murder's name, shishishi."

"VOOOI, you better remember the name of the one who will kick your ass!"

Squalo was fighting serious now. The bra- Belphegor however apparently didn't notice the sudden change of his enemy and threw another hundreds of knifes. This time he didn't concentrate his attack on one spot but tried to make each knife hit as far away as possible to each other, which expanded the reach of his attack greatly, making it impossible for Squalo to sidestep or even block them all.

Or that's what Belphegor had at least expected.

His jaw dropped in an unprincely way, when he saw Squalo swinging the sword at an incredible speed, seemingly parry them all without much effort. Not only that, but the knifes were sent many meters back through the sheer pressure of the white-haired swordsman's strikes, one even nearly hitting the prince.

It was Squalo's time now to wear a big, arrogant smile on his lips. One of the things he had focused the most while training was speed. The reason was simple. No matter how strong your attack is, if it won't hit, what good will it do?

The shark had learned it the hard way, when he came up with his first very own sword move and decided to use it in every fight from now on. But it didn't take too long and he nearly lost his life during a fight because he insisted to rely only on his move alone, with whom he however couldn't hit his opponent.

After facing the humiliating loss, he concentrated his training mainly on increasing the speed of his swings. It seemed that it finally paid off, Squalo triumphantly thought when he watched the shocked impression on Belphegor's face and even if you couldn't see his eyes, the swordsman was more than sure that his eyes were widen in pure shock.

Without giving his opponent time to recover, he dashed forward and left a rather deep scratch on the prince's chest. Before he delivered his blow, however, he turned the side of his blade and attacked him with the blunt side of his sword. Something he would normally never do. It was insulting to the opponent's pride as a warrior and it would even mock the fight itself.

But he didn't do it out of pity or because he couldn't bring it upon himself to kill a child, leaving out the 'innocent' part, because that Belphegor brat was anything but innocent. No, he did it, because he knew that that child will grow into a strong fighter, a very strong one. You didn't need to be a genius to see the enormous potential still hidden inside that child. It would be a waste of talent to kill him now, when he could turn out to become a strong opponent and rival in the future.

"One piece of advice." Squalo glared down at the bleeding figure, "If you attack someone, you should always expect that your opponent might be able to withstand it and be prepared for his counterattack. Who is the stupid one now, brat?"

The shark didn't expect an answer and turned to leave, when he suddenly heard a sound. He quickly turned around, only to see the prince's body shaking and shivering. Don't tell me that that brat is crying?!

Oh, how mistaken he was.

The prince slowly stood up, one hand still on his wound. And he giggled, that son of a bitch giggled, despite of the amount of his blood which flowed down on the ground. Belphegor raised his hand, which was drenched in his blood and looked at it in awe as if it was pure gold.

"Blood... the same red.. the same royal blood like before..."

His whole body started to shiver violently and then suddenly he erupted into loud laughter again. "Ushishishishishi~, the prince was hurt, he is bleeding the same royal blood like his cursed twin brother, like his whole family, which the great prince killed, slashed, ripped, stabbed, until everything was drenched in their royal red blood. And now I can see it again, their red royal blood. They scream after your peasant's blood!"

What the fuck?!, was the only thought which Squalo had at the moment.

The prince slowly staggered to Squalo. If the shark didn't know better, he'd have thought that Belphegor was high.

But then he disappeared. The next thing Squalo knew was that he could feel the prince's shoe in his face, kicking him with such a force, one would have never expected of a little boy.

He crashed loudly into a tree, spitting blood because of the sudden impact. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the knives thrown at him. He forced himself to stand up despite his pain and barely managed to sidestep them, one brushed his cheek, leaving a scrape.

For one moment, he only saw the red blood splashing from his cheek.

In a blink of an eye, the prince suddenly stood right before him, knives in his hands. He was about to throw them, but Squalo got a grip on himself and swung his sword, which he until now had just uselessly hold in his hand.

Again he attacked with the blunt side, but this time rather than the chest, he left a deep scratch on his arm, making the prince drop the knives he was holding in his hand.

The shark expected the prince to scream out in pain but instead he let out a laugh again. At this point, Squalo decided to not expect anything normal from the brat anymore.

"Ushishi~, the prince was hurt again." He scratched his head absently before he delivered another blow which the shark dodged. The fight began anew.

It didn't matter how many times Squalo hit that damn prince, he just wouldn't fall and simply continue throwing his fucking annoying knives and kick and punch him whenever he saw it fit. On the contrary, the more injuries Belphegor gained, the more he got stronger and more agressive.

Squalo growled. Maybe he should just stop attacking with the blunt side and finish it all with a blow. As if on cue the prince slumped. Even that fucked up brat had reached his limits.

Is he dead?, the shark wondered. Belphegor looked, to be blunt, like complete shit. The swordsman would be pretty pissed off when the prince was dead after all the efforts he had gone through. To check he wasn't, he kicked the prince, who in response groaned in pain.

"Damn you, peasant. One day the prince will kill you in the most cruel way you can think of for this," the prince hissed, it was barely audible. At this Squalo smirked.

"I can take you on anytime, brat!" No answer came, Belphegor had already passed out.

"Tss, stupid brat", he turned around. This time the prince didn't stand up.

When he outpaced several miles, he remembered, that that brat might probably die of blood loss or something like this. Scowling, he picked up his phone and was about to dial the emergency number, when the thought crossed his mind, that it might be better for the world if he would just let this potential serial killer and probably future Varia member left to die.

But when Squalo Superbi was put between the decision whether to choose the well-being of humanity or a worthy opponent, the answer couldn't be clearer.

The white-haired boy heard the sirens of an ambulance when he had already left the forest. Squalo didn't bother to stay with the victim, like the woman at the phone had instructed him to. He had that funny feeling that the people might ask how the prince received those wounds or why Squalo had a sword which was drenched in blood. And he seriously didn't feel like answering those questions.

He rifled through his pockets after money and finally found a 50 euro note. Enough money to spend a night at some shitty hotel.

The next city was still pretty far away, Squalo grimly recalled. The shark felt a pang of conscience when his wounds started to pain even more as he continued to walk. He regretted the fact that he didn't kick the prince a couple of times more.

A/N: Oh my god, this chapter has nearly 3k words (never typed that much before). And I admit it I kinda got lazy at the end and just wanted to finish the chapter XD" (yeah I am really lazy).

I'm experimenting a bit with Squalo's character because I think that he was a bit different as a teenager, so I hope you don't mind the OOCness at some parts, sorry. Reviews are always greatly appreciated. I hope you all have a nice day, the next chapter's name will be called "Wrath" :)