A New Future

Squalo is a killer.

A cold blooded killer who’d kill mothers, fathers, siblings and destroy families without any thought or regrets.

People bowed in respect and fled in terror in his presence, people begged him to let them live and offered him huge amounts of money for his services as a hitman.

Some called him insane, a murderer with an ice block instead of a heart.

And yet, here he was, curled up, naked and bleeding in a bed and shaking so badly so that his teeth were chattering.

And he wished for someone…anyone to come and get him.

Even if it’d be Levi who walked in that door Squalo would throw himself around his neck and beg him to get him the hell out of this hell-house.

Right this moment he wasn’t a crazy killer.

He was a wounded teen who’d been raped two times in less then 5 hours, and in the first rape he lost his virginity. And he hurt.

When he killed, he never let his prey suffer, he didn’t torture or humiliate the victims he just killed them. And yes he knew it would be ridiculous to claim that he could be a better person because of these few things, but…he could never rape anyone.

Never.

And yet 2 Vongola members, who claimed to be the “nicer” mafia family, thought they had a right to rape him since he right now was in a weaker situation with being a teen among grownups and without his sword or his family members.

Cowards.

Week fucking cowards!

Squalo felt the anger boiling in his chest so hot, that the bodily pain he was experiencing started to fade to an annoying throbbing.

-Fucking cowardly cunts! He screamed to the empty room.

Biting his lip hard he uncurled himself and stood from the bed, swaying as the room started spinning.
But stubborn as he is he stumbled across the room and into the bathroom, hissing as his legs gave up on him and then landing on his knees hard.

-FUCK! He snarled and more or less crawled into the shower, too dizzy and hurting to try and stand again.

Turning on the water, scolding hot, he curled up in a corner and rested his forehead against his knees, trying to will away the pain and the nauseating feeling.

The warm water was soothing, and Squalo sighed in content as he could literally feel some blood and other bodily fluids being washed away by the clean water.

He ignored the tears running down his cheeks. It was just an emotional reflex, he didn’t actually cry. Or atleast that’s what he told himself.

Just as Squalo began to drift off into an exhausted slumber, a sudden roaring and a sound that resembled a door being kicked in woke him up instantly.

Freezing in fear of that it was some other Vongola member looking for some fun, Squalo felt more pathetic then ever as he realized he could do nothing but press himself harder into his corner in the shower, and curl his body together tighter.

There were no mirrors or glass he could use as a weapon and his body was so weak right now… He was hurting badly, and as someone screamed and the door to the bathroom was flung up he just closed his eyes and rested his head against his knees again.

He tried to distant himself from everything by just listening to the sound of the water running and beating against his head and back. Ignoring whoever it was that probably stood looking at him right now; he would of course try to fight if the person touched him. But he knew it would be a pointless fight.

He felt utterly helpless for the first time ever in his life.

Heartbeat increasing and tremors shook through his body as he felt the other person’s closeness, he bared his teeth and prepared to lash out when…

-What the fuck are you doing little thrash?? Get the fuck up and get moving or I’ll leave your used ass!

Squalo stopped breathing for what felt like an hour.

Head snapping up he wondered if he’d really fallen asleep and this was just a wonderful wonderful dream as he looked into the eyes of an adult Xanxus.

Mouth opening and closing he supported himself against the wet wall behind him until he stood straight.

And he did something he never thought he’d ever do and that surprised Xanxus, he stumbled towards his now grown boss and threw himself around his neck.

Burrowing his head under Xanxus chin and taking a deep breathe, savoring the smell of whiskey and the smell of him.

Xanxus.

-…can you walk? Xanxus murmured as he put his arms around his little Shark’s wet body.

He seemed so small.

Squalo didn’t have the strength to pretend to be strong and shook his head slowly.

-Hn. Well, I’m used to carry out the fucking thrash so… Xanxus grunted and picked up Squalo bridle style.

Stopping for a second to grab a blanket Xanxus eyes, if possible, turned even redder as he saw the sheets on the bed ruined by blood and semen.

Baring his teeth and awkwardly covering Squalo with the blanket, since the trembling Shark refused to let go of his neck, he picked up the Shark again and pulled out his gun.

And as he walked out of the room he shot the groaning kantana brat in the right leg, the left leg already having two bullets embedded after Xanxus found him guarding Squalo’s room.

-Fucking sickos.. You’re dead. Xanxus growled as the brat screamed in pain.

He would kill them all, and defiantly Reborn, but right now he needed to get the younger Squalo out of here and also he wanted to get home to see how his older Squalo where doing.

After that… He’d defiantly drink the Vongola members blood to dinner at the end of this week.

TBC