People tend to forget that Lambo is a child of mafia; born and raised in the dirty alleyways of Italy, where violence and cruelty is part of everyday life and children were treated like animals instead of the children they are, they were raised with strict upbringing with only one purpose in mind: to become weapons for their famiglia.
Yes, they tend to forget that he was also one of those murderous weapons.
Even before his birth, Lambo carried the pride of his parents as leaders of the Bovinos but this same pride was the burden on his small shoulder. He was expected to become a hitman even greater than his father, to become a scientist even smarter than his mother. He was expected to carry these responsibilities, responsibilities that were too big for his frail feet and fragile shoulder. It was a shame though. Reality is a lot crueler than expectations.
That's why when Lambo began showing signs that he might be the next big prodigy of their famiglia, when he started dabbling on explosives, when he began expressing interest in guns and bazookas, the Bovinos wasted no time enhancing his potential. Lesson after lessons of mind numbing subjects, they drilled formulas, techniques, theories into Lambo's head but they were nowhere near satisfied. After a few months of educating the young prodigy, they learned that his potential was limitless. Lambo took his lessons in stride, absorbing knowledge after knowledge, learning more about the world that he was living in, becoming more aware of the people he was living with, seeing things in the perspective of a Mafioso instead of a child. Lambo didn't mind it though; on the contrary he was happy. Seeing the look of his mother's eyes brim up with pride and the smile on his father's face every time he accomplished something that would make even the smartest scientist in their famiglia cringe was worth all the memorization he had to go through.
It wasn't until he turned three that he realized the cruelty of his position and the misfortune of his kind.
At the night before his third birthday, Lambo lost all the naivety and innocence a child could have had, his very own childhood was taken away from him. But they were a lot more important things that he lost that night.
He woke up to the sound of a gun going off followed shortly after by a scream. Lambo was used to hearing gunshots ever since he was an infant, but a scream was what worried him. Yelling was common in their famiglia. The Bovinos were filled hitmen and scientists who had little to no sleep and has been living on coffee for months on end, so it wouldn't be a surprise if they easily angered. So yes, yelling was common in them, Lambo would go as far as to say that yelling was already part of their genes. But a scream? The Bovino might be a small famiglia but they are a part of mafia, nonetheless. And no self-respecting mafia family would show weakness. They were all too proud to show fear in the face of their enemies and allies. And screaming showcases fear. It wasn't hard for Lambo to deduce that something wrong is going on.
Lambo didn't have time to process his thoughts any further when his door bolted open revealing his mother, and right then and there, Lambo knew that something was definitely, utterly, horribly wrong. His mother was covered in blood, panting and out of breath, there was a panic look on her eyes, her natural calm demeanor was broken , leaving only a distressed woman who didn't know what to do. She was nothing like the mother Lambo had grown used to.
"Lambo, quickly, you must pack your things." His mother said panting. Her whole body screamed of worry, panic and stress.
Outside, Lambo heard more shouting and gunshots. He heard hurried footsteps coming closer to his room. "Where are we going, mother?" he asked, looking at his mother packing his things for him. His heart was now beating fast, his mind was working and turning, thinking of what is happening right now
His mother turned around, "We are going to visit a friend of mine, dear". The footsteps were coming closer and closer to his room. Lambo was getting more scared
"Is father coming with us?" his mother trembled when she heard the name of his father.
"No, no. I'm afraid that your father has other things to do right now, my dear. It will only be the two of us" she said almost whispering. Lambo felt broken as the realization sinks in.
The screaming got louder and the scrambling of footsteps got closer. His mother carried him and jumped off the window with the stealth Lambo didn't know his mother had. When they got out of the Bovino manor, Lambo saw a car waiting for them.
A man clad in a black suit went out of the car. Lambo knew him as his father's closest friend. His father would always talk of nothing but the highest praise for him. Though Lambo doesn't remember much about him, he only met the man a couple of times.
" Hibari-san, thank you for helping us" his mother said, she was still on guard.
"Hn. Get in the car. Where is your husband?" at that question his mother looked painstakingly hurt. It seems that the man realized what had happened when his eyes narrowed down. Lambo's mother went inside the car and the man started driving. Lambo was almost unconscious, the adrenaline rush finally taking effect.
"Thank you for informing us beforehand, Hibari-san. Though how did you know that Antonio was planning a coup?" Lambo knew that a coup was what probably had happened, betrayal was common in the mafia after all, but he didn't realize that it would be at the hands of his Uncle. Lambo's father never liked him anyway.
" Your husband knew that his brother was planning to deceive him for a very long time now. It is such a misfortune that he had fallen victim into that herbivore's hand". Lambo can feel that his consciousness is slowly fading but he still needs to be on his guard, they were not safe, not just yet.
"Where are you taking us?" Lambo could feel the tears that were rolling off his mother's cheeks, the reality of the situation finally sinking in on her as well.
"Namimori, Japan" that was the last thing Lambo heard before sleep finally took over him.