"… Goodness…" Lambo stood to his feet, his emerald green eyes assessing his surroundings silently. "… I wonder if my younger self tripped and the bazooka fell on him…" He could see the scenario in his head, his younger self carelessly running down the street and tripping on the cobblestone, the 10-year bazooka flying from his afro and then landing on him.
"…" He sighs and stuffs his hands in his pockets. "I suppose there is nothing else I can do but waste time…" He looked up and smiled. "It is good to be home… even if I am 10 years in the past." He took in the scents, sounds, and sights of his beloved Italy.
He walks down the street, aware of each small minute that ticks by.
A sign caught his eyes, bringing him to a stop. Curious, he tilts his head and then enters the structure.
The sign, in English, reads, rather simply and yet somehow very attractively, 'Tavern'.
He pushes aside the old styled double doors and saunters inside, eyes scanning the bar.
There was really nothing amazing about it; rather dull, if he was right. There were two elder men tucked into one corner near the alcohol rack and a few small round tables with an even fewer number of inhabitants. The room held a dark aura and all the men either had their lips sealed on the butt of a cigarette or their hands on a deck of cards.
He sighs. Bored with his surroundings, he went to turn around.
The short hairs on the back of his neck rose up: someone was watching him…
He looks behind himself. His gaze travels to the opposite end of the bar – the end of the bar that seems completely abandoned, even by the bartender – and narrows on a small, compact dark shape tucked into one of the swivel chairs.
He edges away from the door and approaches the small body.
At the counter, he sits down into one swivel chair; he's close enough to blink down at first with astonishment… and then contentedness. "Ah…" He folds his arms on the edge of the counter, smiling down at the baby next to him.
Obsidian eyes slanted towards him from beneath the brim of a fedora with a yellow ribbon around it.
"Reborn." He sighs out. "…" He chuckles. "It's a pleasure to meet you for the first time."
"You look like a Bovino." The baby interjects. "But you don't fit any Bovino profile."
He smiles again, amused by this. "Oh, I do… just not yet." He puts two fingers to his forehead, sighing dramatically. "Goodness… If only you knew what I have in store for you…"
He flinches at the gun pushed into his face, but remains otherwise calm.
"I don't take threats." Reborn states.
"I'm not making threats." Lambo rubs his thumb across the muzzle of the gun, eyes wandering from it to Reborn. "I'm telling you what you're future is going to be like." He looks to the clock set over the alcohol rack. "… I'll see you again soon, Reborn." He gave a two-finger salute.
A moment later, his senses became clouded with pink smoke and then blinding lights…
Author's Note: I've been keeping up with the anime… but, today, I thought 'what the hell, let's check out the manga'… Well, that was both a wonderful and stupid idea.
SPOILER ALERT:
For one, Tsuna's a prick in the manga and his mom is kind of evil.
On the upside, I learned that Lambo and Reborn met in a bar!
This is how I interpreted that.
