Summary: Maybe... Just maybe he had a shot this time. L86 / LamboxHaru
My lack of KHR knowledge might make some things untrue or some characters OOC!
I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't have time to re-read or edit things.
Note: Thank you, anonymous reviewer, for the suggestion!! :D
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HappyFace1886
“Haru is
mine so stay away, stupid!” Lambo yelled, shoving I-Pin. The younger girl made
a sound of protest, but Lambo pushed at her face with his foot and prevented
her from standing up. She attempted to fight back by flailing her arms wildly,
but found that her limbs to be too short to reach the busy haired boy. Lambo
laughed in triumphed. How dare this stupid tail head think she was even a match
for the likes of him? “Haha, Lambo-sama is the best! Someone like you can’t hope
to ever reach my-urk!”
I-Pin,
having had enough of the boy’s nonsense, chucked one of her buns at his head.
It hit him smack in the middle of his forehead and Lambo was sent sprawling
backwards onto the ground. He held onto the back of his head where it had hit
the ground, the bun having stunned him more than hurt him. Tears gathered in
his eyes and he glowered angrily at I-Pin.
“You
stupid!” he yelled and dug his hand into his hair, pulling out the impossibly large
bazooka from in there. He turned to aim it at I-Pin, failing to realize that he
was actually holding it the other way around. “Take this!”
I-Pin
squeaked and covered her hand with her face, preparing herself for the
inevitable. There was a loud explosion and she remained still, a gust of wind
blowing right past her. Then she paused, feeling no different from just a
second ago. Peeking between her fingers, she saw that the Lambo she knew was no
long there.
Fifteen
year old Bovino Lambo sat on the ground, looking stunned at the sudden
development. His face was flushed and it was obvious that he had just been in
tears. He let out a loud yell and stood up. “I’m... I’m back? Is it ten years
ago right now?”
“Eh?”
I-Pin stared at the older boy in confusion, but he paid no mind to her. In
fact, he looked ecstatic at the fact that she was right there in front of him.
“Yes!
You’re a kid right now!” he cried out. “That means I’m back in the past! It’s
not too late!”
I-Pin
stared as the older Lambo suddenly jumped onto his feet and began speeding out
of the park.
What was
that about?
Lambo’s
chest heaved and his muscles burned with how fast he was running; however,
nothing mattered other than the fact that he had to hurry. He only had five
minutes until the effects wore off and he ended up back in the future. But
where could she possibly be? He was running blindly right now!
“Pleeeaasseee,
Kyoko-chan?”
His foot
skidded as he heard the all too familiar voice and he hopped a few steps before
leaped backwards, pressing his back against the brick fence. He peered around the
corner and felt his thundering heart skip a beat when he saw the tuft of brown
hair and the happy laughter that tickled his ears.
“Are you
sure you don’t want to come, Kyoko-chan?” Haru pressed, nudging the orange
haired girl. “I-Pin-chan and Lambo-chan would be really happy if you joined us
at the park today! Besides, we don’t get to play together enough!”
“Aw, I’m
sorry Haru-chan,” Kyoko said with a slight shake of her head. “I promised my
mom that I’d take care of the errands she gave me yesterday. Maybe next time.
Say hi to I-Pin-chan and Lambo-chan for me.”
Haru
pouted, but relented. “Fine, but it’s a promise! We can all get ice cream
together next time.”
“It’s a
promise,” Kyoko agreed and gave her a wave before running down the empty
streets. Haru waved back, watching Kyoko disappear around the corner, before
she sighed. She didn’t mind playing with I-Pin-chan and Lambo-chan on her own,
but it would have been fun if there were more people around. The boys were too busy
playing some sort of training game with Reborn-chan. It seemed as though
everyone was too busy to hang out with each other these days.
Meanwhile,
fifteen year old Lambo, in the place where he was hiding from Haru, clutched
onto his heard as indecision suddenly struck. Three minutes. There were only
three minutes left until the effects of the bazooka wore off, but who was he
kidding? How could he have been so stupid to believe that something could
change just because he was in the past? After all, he was from the future and
he knew how things would turn out.
Haru-chan
would end up with him.
He’d
always have to see her pretty brown eyes glowing with affection towards him and how she’d blush so prettily
whenever she’d hold hands with him.
And when she turned her gaze towards him, all she’d see is the young boy she’d
often play with during their childhood. She would never see him as anything
more than a snot-nosed brat that’d always cling to her and cry whenever someone
tried to steal her attention away from him.
Three
minutes.
She’d
never see him as a man. Never even regard him as a significant other. Forever
and ever, he, Lambo Bovino, would be a simple boy she’d always warmly regard as
a younger brother of sort. How could he even dare think that he could compete
with the likes of him.
Him. They were both fighters, but he was much more experienced. He was a strong and formidable opponent
that Lambo could only hope of dreaming to compete with when he was fully grown.
Lambo wasn’t stupid. He knew he was still growing and his powers wouldn’t fully
develop until he was much older. Though he was fifteen years old and of the age
the other Guardians had first started getting involved in the mafia world,
there was still a lot he needed to learn and grow in.
Right
now... he was unworthy for someone like her.
Two and
a half minutes.
Lambo
turned the corner and stood right in front of the path Haru was walking in. She
stopped in mid-step, startled at his sudden appearance. For a moment, she
instinctively thought to run away from the strange boy who was breathing really
hard with a desperate look on his face. However, there was something so oddly familiar
about him.
The soft
back curls that made up his wild and unruly hair. The yellow horns that stuck out
at the side of his head. Then there were those shining green eyes that seemed
to look so lost, staring down at her with what looked to be a tears forming in them.
“...Lambo-chan?”
the name left her lips before she could even consider what she was saying. With
a squeak, she covered her mouth with her hands. Lambo-chan was only a little
boy. How could she even think that someone like this guy was him? “I-I’m s-.”
Two
minutes.
Determination
flashed through those green eyes and he suddenly grabbed Haru by the shoulders.
She jumped in surprise and quickly glanced back and forth between the hands
holding onto her and the guy in front of him. What was he-?
If he
couldn’t have her in the future, then he’d at least let himself have this one
moment with her. Lambo cupped the side of her face and tugged her closer,
leaning forward so that he could press his lips against hers in a soft,
intimate embrace.
“Oi,
what the hell are you doing?” there was a loud snarl before a dynamite stick
struck the side of Lambo’s head. It was enough to send him stumbling backwards,
providing enough distance between him and Haru before the thing exploded.
Lambo
sat on the ground with his hair all burnt up and in an afro akin to the style
he had when he was much younger. He remained dazed and confused, wondering what
the hell happened, when the sharp edge of a katana was pressed against his
throat. A chill went down his spine and when he looked up, he saw the strained
smile on Yamamoto’s face as he pressed the sword harder against his neck. “You
know it’s rude to force yourself onto someone like that.”
A smooth
metal pole pressed against the other side of his neck and Lambo’s eyes swiveled
to the side to see a ticked off Hibari glaring white hot daggers at him. “Inappropriate
conduct in my territory... I’ll bite you dead.”
“Are you
okay, Haru-chan?” Tsuna asked in concern, holding his hand out towards Haru whose
knees had buckled as soon as Lambo had been thrown to the side. “He didn’t do
anything to you, did he?”
“N-No,
Haru is fine,” she managed to stammer out, a heavy blush on her face as she
reached out to grab Tsuna’s hand.
“Stupid
woman, you should know better than to lower your guard around guys like that,”
Gokudera growled, gruffly crossing his arms across his chest. “And the stupid
cow, what the hell was he thinking?”
Lambo
felt the tears now pouring down his eyes. He then slumped down onto the ground,
wailing with his head thrown back. “No, this isn’t fair! Why did you guys have
to show up like that? It’s not fair!”
“Lambo-chan,
behave yourself!” Tsuna scolded, though any force behind his words was lost due
to the surprise and uncertainty on his face.
“Hahi!
That’s not Lambo-chan,” Haru said, looking puzzled.
“No, no,
no, you guys are always getting in the way! It’s not fair,” Lambo then reached
behind himself to whip out the ten-year bazooka from behind. He turned it
around so that it was pressed against his temple and without hesitation,
reached for where the trigger was.
“Oh
shit,” Gokudera slapped his hand over his face. It was too late to stop the
brat and he knew he really didn’t want to see the guy pull the trigger and
bring who knows what to where they were right now.
There
was a gust of smoke and Tsuna groaned out loud. No, not again. If Lambo-chan, while
in his fifteen year old form, shot himself with the ten-year bazooka again,
that meant his twenty-five year old form was going to make an appearance. He
covered his eyes as a breeze blew the gust away and was surprised to see the
five year old Lambo-chan sitting where the fifteen year old version had been
sitting only seconds ago.
Everyone
stared in silence at the sudden development before Yamamoto broke it, chuckling
as he sheathed his sword. “Haha, I guess time ran out before Lambo-chan was
able to pull the trigger again.”
“Humph,
ridiculous,” Hibari turned away, his jacket covering up his tonfas.
“Well
who asked you to follow us?” Gokudera snapped, pointing an accusing finger at
Hibari. “You’re the one who demanded to know why Reborn was training us and
then got all ‘fight me, infant, fight me!’”
“Wait,
what’s going on?” Haru demanded. “Why are you guys fighting Reborn-chan and why’s Lambo-chan here all of a sudden? Who
was that guy from before? Why did he look so much like Lambo-chan?”
“None of
your business, stupid woman!”
“Haru is
not stupid!”
“H-Haru-chan,
I’m sure Gokudera-kun didn’t mean it like that,” Tsuna cried out, trying to
stymie the fight that was about to break out.
“No, get
away from Haru! She’s mine!” Lambo yelled, bulldozing his way through the boys
in order to tackle-hug Haru. “It’s not fair! The bigger version of you guys
were doing this too! But Haru is mine! Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!”
“W-What?”
Gokudera sputtered, a streak of red blooming across his face. “What the hell
are you going on about, you stupid cow? What bigger version of us?”
“You
guys can’t trick the great Lambo! You just want her for yourself, but too bad!
She’s mine!” Lambo latched onto Haru and stuck his tongue out derisively at
Gokudera.
“Who
would want anything to do with this stupid woman?” Gokudera hollered and Tsuna
paled when he saw the angry vein throbbing on top of Haru’s face.
“Hahi, Haru doesn’t need to take this from anyone! Let’s go Lambo-chan. I bet I-Pin-chan is waiting for us at the park.” Haru and Lambo then both proceeded to
stick their tongues out at Gokudera before Haru, holding onto Lambo, began to
walk towards the direction of the park. “Thanks for your help Tsuna-kun,
Yamamoto-kun, ....erm, Hibari-san.”
And as
Haru ran away, no one knew of what fate had in store for them when within the
next few weeks, Haru, on the throes of heartbreak, would walk into the rooftops
of Namimori Junior High where she and a certain prefect had a dangerous conversation
about the ‘power of love’.
::owari::
AN: Haha, in case it was too vague, this takes place before 'Teach Me Love'. Hope everyone's having a grand time with the holidays! :)
Happy holidays!
Happy holidays!
