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This is a simple two-shot to thank you all for your lovely reviews, favorites, follows, and constant support. This is also my 20th story - yay! Sometimes I can't believe I'm still here posting but I love it!

Warning: Language, fluff, maybe some angst, and plenty of mistakes. Thank you, Grammarly for having my back!

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Without further ado, FLUFF!


Lambo quickly makes his way into the empty warehouse. It sure is convenient how many of these are empty when he needs them. Now that he thinks about it, it sure does happen a lot.

"Am I seriously complaining about how convenient this is?"

The teen shakes his head but doesn't stop running. He runs up the stairs and looks for a place to hide. He's sure the gangsters are right behind him. Lambo finds an open office and barricades himself inside. There's a window, that's good. He opens it and is glad to see a fire escape. How convenient, indeed.

"Stop it, already," Lambo uses the fire escape to head to the roof, grateful there are enough hiding places for what he's planning to do. He pulls off his necklace, regretting he has to break it but he has no other choice. He pulls off his Vongola ring then slides the necklace through it, securing it in place. He grabs a drive and his phone from his pocket, binding them together with the necklace. Lambo then ties the bundle on an air vent, making sure it won't fall down and hopes that's enough for now. He'll have to come back for them later - if nobody else does first - but as long as the gangsters don't connect him to Vongola, he'll have a later.

He pushes himself to his feet, hurrying to the other side of the building just as he hears heavy footsteps on the fire escape. Lambo reaches the edge just as the first gangster shouts for him to stop. When Lambo ignores the warning, his mind made up to jump into the dumpster below, the man fires. Lambo feels the excruciating pain a split second after he hears the shot.

He cries out, faltering in his steps. Lambo falls to the side, his chance at escape gone. He's sure even Tsuna wouldn't hold his next word against him.

"Fuck!"

Lambo grabs his left shoulder which is now on fire and quickly spreading all over his arm. Through the pain, he can see the bullet went clean through so it shouldn't be too bad as long as he gets immediate medical help. Unfortunately, he knows these men won't offer a doctor any time soon.

"It's for a good cause - I did something heroic, something with purpose. It was worth it but damn it does it hurt!"

Four men arrive, guns pointed at his head. Lambo is scared, he knows he's very likely to die right now but it's ok. This is his purpose and there is no greater purpose than to give your life for your family's safety. Especially when they all helped him get to this point. It might be the pain but he can remember a time when they've each been there for him. Some moments small, others life changing but they've all been there for him. It was time to pay them back.


Tsuna-

Lambo shoots up in bed with a gasp, his hands clenching into the sheets as a way of keeping himself grounded. He's panting and covered in sweat from a terrible nightmare. He feels silly. He's almost fifteen; he shouldn't be having nightmares let alone letting them get the best of him.

Yet, he's terrified. His heart is beating much too fast and he feels like being sick. He can't really remember what the nightmare was about, just that his brother was in danger and he'd been at fault. He knows it wasn't real but it sure had felt like it was.

Slowly, he stands and heads into the hallway then down the stairs. He needs something to drink to get rid of this bad taste in his mouth. Some hot chocolate sounds good. Hot chocolate has always made him feel better after a bad nightmare, especially because he would share it with his brother. His hands are still trembling slightly when he finally sits down at the table - a hot mug in front of him.

"Just like when I was a kid, huh? The only thing missing is-"

"Lambo, are you ok?"

Lambo is startled so bad, he pushes himself to his feet in a hurry, the chair dropping to the floor with a loud crash. "Tsuna-nii, I, uh, sorry!" The teen picks up the chair then puts it back by the table before picking up the hot mug with the intention of tossing it into the sink. The last thing he wants is to keep his brother up after the long day they'd had.

The mission had ended two days ago but filing reports and dealing with the aftermath is always exhausting.

"You have any more of that hot chocolate?"

Lambo looks at his brother and sighs. The youngest brother wants to hide in his room, he doesn't want to be a bother especially when Tsuna looks so tired. Unfortunately, with the concern radiating off his big brother, Lambo knows they're not going anywhere. Nothing kept a big brother closer than worry over their youngest. "Sure, I made enough for two out of habit."

Once they're both sitting, Tsuna lets Lambo be the first to speak. "I had a nightmare."

Tsuna takes a sip of his hot chocolate then gently puts the mug down. It's sweet but not enough to wince like when Lambo made it as a kid. "Do you remember what it was about?"

The teen shakes his head, "Just that you got hurt and...it was my fault."

Lambo isn't stupid, he knows this latest nightmare probably comes from their last mission which had almost ended badly.

"Lambo, it wasn't your fault."

Tsuna seems to know that as well.

"I almost got you killed, Tsuna-nii. If I'd been paying better attention you wouldn't have had to jump in to save me. I'm so stupid to not have-"

"Hey, I've told you before I don't like it when you put yourself down." Tsuna reminds the teen with a frown. "Lambo, there is no way you could have seen the third attacker when you were busy with two of them already. Besides, it's just a scratch."

Lambo takes another drink, "You got shot."

"It was a graze, nothing else."

"Haya-nii almost skinned me alive."

"Yeah, well, we all know how bad he can get when he's worried. I spoke with him, I'm sure he'll be over later today to apologize."

"So, you're not mad?" Even as the question leaves his lips, Lambo knows it's a stupid one. Tsuna would not be here if he was mad. Actually, even if Tsuna was mad, he'd still be here just for the simple fact that Lambo needs him. Which somehow makes Lambo feel worse.

"I'm sure you know the answer to that but I'll humor you. No, I'm not mad. Lambo, this didn't happen because you weren't paying attention or not following orders, this was an accident. You did what you were supposed to, that's all I can ask of you."

They continue drinking their hot chocolate in comfortable silence. Lambo feels better but he doesn't think he can go back to sleep. The nightmare had really rattled him even though he now understood it hadn't been his fault.

"This sure brings back memories, doesn't it?" Tsuna asks out of the blue. "When was the last time we had a hot chocolate party?"

Lambo thinks for a minute as he finishes his drink then answers with a shrug. "Back when I was eight."

"You're right, you'd had a nightmare about a hair-eating monster. I remember." Tsuna looks like he wants to laugh at Lambo's flushed face but doesn't. The Tenth settling for a fond smile, instead.

"I was eight - I thought monsters were real back then." Lambo defends. "I guess they're still real, though. They just changed from hair-eating ones to actual people trying to kill me."

Tsuna stands, picking up his empty mug, then Lambo's, and places them in the sink. "Do you remember what I told you back then?"

Lambo smiles, "You said you'd fight all the monsters in the world to make sure I was safe." The teen looks up at his brother, "But this time you're the one who almost died, Tsuna-nii, not me."

Tsuna ruffles the teen's hair, "That's because I was fighting the monster trying to hurt you. I said I'd fight them off and I will. Now, come on - time for bed."

Lambo doesn't say anything when Tsuna pushes him past the teen's room and into his - just like when he was a kid. Tsuna will always keep him safe.

Following that night, Tsuna makes sure to restock on hot chocolate often and Lambo is grateful.


Gokudera-

Lambo throws a small pebble into the lake, frowning when it sinks instead of skipping over the water like he'd intended it to. The park isn't crowded today - the few people around far enough to provide the teen some privacy.

School had ended a while ago but Lambo didn't feel like heading home just yet. He wanted to take some time to clear his thoughts, not wanting to let his brother know he'd had a bad day. They'd start asking questions, threaten bodily harm to whoever had made their brother miserable, then lecture Lambo about standing up for himself. Brothers - they suck.

It had started this morning while he walked to school - he'd unexpectedly run into somebody he disliked to the extreme, his cousin Timo. They hadn't fought or anything, their whole exchange lasting no more than a minute but the Bovino heir had said something which was still bothering Lambo.

"I wonder how long it will be before you leave Vongola for another famiglia. You're known as a traitor by the mafia world, you know? You left on a mission for the Bovinos then switched sides half-way through. I'm sure even your precious boss is aware it's just a matter of time. Pathetic."

It's not that he regrets his choice - far from it, Lambo loves being part of Vongola. He loves his mom, his brothers, and sisters, and all of their friends. Lambo would never want to lose that but if they see him as a possible deflector, do they trust him enough to have around?

Timo's words had planted a seed of doubt in him. He didn't want his family to think he would leave them just like he'd left the Bovinos.

"Oi, you look constipated."

Lambo feels his eye twitch. He looks up at the voice with a glare, "And you look like a lost dog wearing an octopus for a hat."

Gokudera kicks the teen with enough force that Lambo drops to the ground with a yelp.

"You're such a jerk," Lambo complains. "Why are you here?"

"I was heading home when I saw an idiotic brat trying to take a shit."

Lambo sighs, not really in the mood to argue. Normally, an argument with Gokudera helped Lambo forget his troubles - he definitely needed therapy if that's what made things better - but not today. Lambo sits up, resting his back against the bench. "Yeah, whatever. Just leave me alone, will ya?"

Instead of leaving, Gokudera sits down on the now empty bench and lights up a cigarette. "The fuck is your problem, huh?"

Lambo pulls his legs up to his chest, feeling like a child once more. "I ran into Timo this morning on my way to school."

Without looking up, Lambo knows Gokudera has gone tense. The teen's history with Timo isn't good and usually leads to ass-kicking all around. "What happened?"

It's a simple question but Lambo can detect the threat behind it. If Gokudera doesn't like what Lambo says, the smoke bomber might very well go and blow up Bovino property. Again.

Lambo tells him everything. From what Timo said to how he hopes nobody sees him as somebody that will betray them. He pushes Gokudera's hand away when the man messes up the teen's hair with a laugh.

"I'm serious, stupid. This is really bothering me, right now."

"I don't see why. After all these years you should know better than to let some fucking asshole get to you with something so stupid. You're one of us - we all know that. Besides," Gokudera pauses to take a puff of his cigarette. "It's not always a bad thing - switching sides, I mean."

"Yeah, cause you would know. As if you'd ever go against Tsuna-nii."

"Why else would I be telling you this, you little shit?"

"I don't know, enlighten me?"

Gokudera blows out another puff of smoke, "When I first met Juudaime, I wanted to kill him."

Lambo stares at his brother in disbelief. Gokudera wanting to kill Tsuna? Right, like that would ever happen. "And I'm supposed to believe that?"

"Shut up and listen, you fucking brat. I came to Japan to test his strength but was planning to kill him if he'd turned out to be weak. I was prepared to end him if I didn't like what I saw. Back then I was on my side and my side only."

"I didn't know that," And he didn't. He'd assumed Gokudera came to help Tsuna right off the bat and turned into a faithful canine in the process.

"Tch, obviously. What I'm trying to say is that you're not the only one who switched sides. I left my old shitty life behind and started new with Juudaime. He doesn't see us as possible traitors, nobody does. We wouldn't betray our family. We're Vongola - that's all there is to it."

Lambo thinks about it for a second before nodding his head. "You're right, we are Vongola."

Gokudera puts out his cigarette on the bench then shoves it back into his pack. "Now, get your ass home before Juudaime starts to worry. Don't make me drag you there myself because I will and I'll be fucking pissed."

Lambo laughs but stands up, dusting off his pants as he does. "Most of what you said is true but you never know, Stupidera. I might betray you all and trade the Vongola rings for candy."

Gokudera tries to smack the ten-year-old but Lambo manages to duck just in time. "Shitty brat!"

"I'm going to tell Tsuna-nii you were teaching me cuss words again, Stu-pi-de-ra!" The teen taunts before sticking his tongue out.

Lambo runs home feeling better than he has all day. Gokudera is right - switching to Vongola, no, switching to Tsuna's side is the best thing he could have ever done and there is no way he's leaving.

A week later, when Timo's car is found blown to smitherins, Lambo can't help but smile.


Yamamoto-

He's shaking. Lambo takes a deep breath as he leans against the nearest building to try and get himself under control. Why is he feeling like this now? The danger is over.

His school day had been going as normal this morning, nothing out of the ordinary. Classes were dull, teachers acted like they knew everything, and the other kids continued to compete against each other. Lambo had felt bored of it all so he'd gone to the school roof for lunch to get some sleep.

He had just started to doze off when the door had slammed open, a schoolmate running out with tears in his eyes. The teen ran to the edge - alarm bells immediately going off in Lambo's head.

Without a second thought, Lambo called out and talked to the troubled teen. He doesn't remember everything he said to the teen, still not sure where his words had come from - almost as if it hadn't been Lambo speaking but somebody else - but he paid attention to what the other teen said. After a few minutes, the teen agreed to come off the ledge and hung around Lambo for the rest of lunch.

Afterward, the two had walked to a teacher Lambo knew and trusted, and she took control of the situation. After giving his side of the story, Lambo had been told to go back to class but he knew that wouldn't be happening. There was no way he'd be able to focus on anything so he walked out; too much going on in his head.

Lambo had helped somebody step back from certain death. He wasn't being arrogant, he knew he had saved a life which is amazing but...it could have gone completely different. If the boy had jumped, he would have died with Lambo being the last person to have seen him. That thought scared him more than he thought possible.

He could have easily said something wrong and caused the teen to jump. Lambo had held that life in his hands and that was terrifying. So much could have gone wrong and so easily too.

Lambo is clutching his knees tightly as he bends over, trying to calm himself. Why is this bothering him so much? Everything's good now.

He hears the sound of footsteps approaching and Lambo tenses. The street had been practically empty just a second ago. He slowly looks up and is surprised to see it's his brother.

"Take-nii, wha-what are you doing here?"

Yamamoto reaches his side and Lambo can see his older brother has concern written all over his face. "I was looking for you."

Lambo frowns, for all anyone knew he was at school. Why would Yamamoto be out looking for him?

"The school called to let us know what happened. They said you never made it to class afterward."

That makes sense. Lambo straightens up, nodding his head. "I'm fine,"

Yamamoto offers a sad smile, "You're crying."

What? Lambo reaches up to his face and is shocked to discover tears on his cheeks. Well, damn.

"He was being abused at home, Take-nii. There was nobody helping him an-and he thought it would be better to st-stop living. How can anybody do that to a kid - their own kid?"

Yamamoto pulls his youngest brother into a hug, holding the teen tightly against his chest as Lambo cries.

"I told him things would get better but I have no way of knowing that. I-I lied to him. For all I know I just made things worse."

"You saved a life, Lambo. You did the right thing, I promise. Everything else is out of your hands but because you went to a teacher, you helped give that boy a fighting chance."

"What if he tries again?"

Yamamoto pushes the teen away but keeps his hands on Lambo's shoulders. "Then that's not your fault. You can help as much as you're able to but in the end, it's up to him. You did more than what was expected of you. I'm proud of you."

Lambo nods, wiping his nose on the handkerchief his brother offers. "I was scared when I realized he intended to jump. I don't remember approaching him- I didn't even realize I was speaking to him until he came off the ledge. I just hope he gets help to get away from his father."

Yamamoto gives Lambo one more quick hug before wrapping an arm around the teen's shoulders and guiding him towards the house. "I'll tell you what, I'll personally keep an eye on the investigation and make sure the piece of trash doesn't get near the boy again."

"Really? You'll do that?"

"Haha! Of course, we're here to help whenever we get a chance to do so."

"Thanks, Take-nii. I really appreciate that."

Two weeks later, the court allegedly didn't find enough evidence to keep the man behind bars. Lambo had planned to help his schoolmate but it hadn't been necessary. A few days after that, the man's body was found floating down the river. That week Lambo was extra nice to Yamamoto.


Hibari-

Lambo carefully and quietly tiptoes around the side of the building - keeping an eye out for anybody approaching as he does. Most of the students have already left the school grounds, only those involved in activities having stayed behind. Of course, not everybody is involved in school-related activities, some are just loitering around looking for trouble.

For the past week, Lambo has been the target of some school bullies. There are five of them and of course, they're bigger than the ten-year-old. Lambo is able to handle it but after a week, he's tired of dealing with them. They threaten to beat him up if he doesn't hand over his loser fee which he's been doing just to avoid fighting.

Since his training with Hibari began, Lambo feels stronger. He knows he could probably take on two of them before he tires out but it's too much trouble to deal with the aftermath. They'll want revenge, might go after his friends, and then somehow his brothers will find out. The last thing he needs is to be lectured about fighting from a group of people who do that on an almost daily basis - hypocrites. All in all, Lambo is just too lazy.

In the end, he decides to avoid them at all cost. At least, just until the end of the school year. If he's lucky, they would forget him during their summer break and move on to somebody else. Lambo looks around the corner, relieved there is nobody waiting for him. He makes a dash towards the gate - finally, something good happens to him.

He doesn't stop running, he plans to run home as long as they don't decide to follow. Unfortunately for Lambo, the five of them are waiting down the street. They have some shopping bags so they must be coming back from the store. He slows down to a halt when they greet him with a wave as if they're old friends. Lambo sighs but doesn't bother running away. He'll hand over the money and do better tomorrow.

"We thought you'd gotten detention or something. You're not hiding from us, are you?" One of them asks with a pout. Scumbag.

"No," Lambo pulls out the money from his shirt pocket since he'd started leaving his wallet at home for fear of having it confiscated by them. He hands it to the taller one and shrugs, "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Another guy, one with a terrible bleached hair-job, grabs him by the arm none too gently. "Where do you think you're going? You gotta pay for making us wait."

"What? That wasn't part of the deal. I gave you the money, now leave me alone."

Lambo shrugs off the arm and starts to walk away when two of them push him down. Thanks to his quick reflexes, Lambo rolls to the side and immediately gets into a defensive stand.

"Oh, is the little boy wanting to fight?"

"I don't want to fight, I just want to go home."

After some time, more than Lambo wanted to waste, he has managed to take out three of the smaller bullies. He was right, though - after two, Lambo began to feel exhausted. He'll have to work harder on building up his stamina because at the level he's at now, he sucks. Hibari will never let him live it down if he finds out Lambo lost to some lower class bullies.

Just as he's about to start on the fourth, more of them show up. The leader of the group holding up his phone with a grin on his face.

"I was having so much fun, I thought I'd invite my brother and his friends to join us."

"Oh, come on! Can't I just give you more money tomorrow? I've already wasted over an hour with you guys. I need to get home or else my mom will be worried and send somebody to fetch me."

"Fetch? I didn't realize I was some dog to you, Little Bother."

That voice. That nickname! Lambo can feel every inch of his being tense before his legs start to tremble. Out of all his siblings, Mom just had to send the monster. The nefarious Monster of Namimori! He isn't being dramatic either, Hibari is terrifying.

Lambo slowly turns around, the voice coming from behind. He can see his big brother walking towards them, tonfas in his hands. There's a small predatory grin on his face which can only mean one thing… Kyoya Hibari is furious and somebody is going to pay.

"Ps-Psycho-nii? H-h-hey, how's it going?"

Hibari doesn't offer a glance to the boy, instead, he heads straight to the group of high schoolers who had just shown up.

"Disturbing the peace of Namimori is a crime punishable by death. You will all die today."

Lambo sweat drops. If he didn't know his brother as he did, the youngest Vongola could swear Hibari was serious. Thankfully, his family doesn't kill unless absolutely necessary and innocent lives are at stake.

Hibari beats the first victim, the bully dropping to the ground with blood streaming down his mouth. Lambo hopes he's right in thinking Hibari won't kill anyone today.

The two remaining grade schoolers are staring in fear as Hibari takes out the older boys one by one. It's like they're watching the public execution of their friends what with the blood and crunching of bones.

"Hey, I'm not finished with you, yet. After today, you won't be bullying anyone else." Lambo states with a disappointed sigh.

"But I thought you didn't want to fight."

Lambo shrugs at the leader. He really should have gotten their names. "I don't. Unfortunately, my brother will kick my ass if I let you go now. You should have run when you had the chance."

Through the sheer power of will - and fear for his hide - Lambo manages to defeat the last two bullies. Once he's finished, he isn't surprised to see Hibari has been done for a while and is just waiting.

"Why was I not informed about these lowlifes disturbing the peace?"

Translation: Why didn't you ask for help?

It has taken a while but Lambo can now translate Hibari's words. He understands Hibari has his own way of showing he cares even though his words or actions may not show it - Especially when they don't show it.

"I had everything under control, Psycho-nii. I was handling it until those idiots showed up. They hadn't gotten violent before so I didn't know they'd get more people involved."

"How long?"

The question is asked calmly but Lambo hears the anger underneath. He knows Hibari cares about him - knows the monster is going to be upset Lambo let the bullying go for as long as it did.

"Uh, does it matter?"

"Little Bother…"

"It's over and done with now. They won't be bothering anyone anymore. Look at them, they've learned their lesson-"

Hibari grabs Lambo by the collar of his shirt and brings the boy up to his face. Lambo gulps loudly and he begins to sweat. He can see how mad his brother is at being kept in the dark but thankfully, Lambo has figured out a way to scare Hibari away. He doesn't use this technique often, he doesn't want Hibari to become immune so he only uses it during life or death situations.

"Psycho-nii, thank you for helping me."

Hibari doesn't say anything but he puts Lambo back down on his feet after a couple of seconds. The ten-year-old has learned Hibari doesn't handle compliments or appreciation very well which comes in handy during situations such as right now.

"Be at the Foundation at five tomorrow. We'll be adding extra training to build up your stamina."

Great, so his brother saw his fight. Wait, how long was Hibari watching him for?

"Were you watching me kick ass?"

Hibari swings a tonfa at Lambo but the preteen dodges at the last second. "You have room for improvement - a lot of room. Don't start slacking off now or else I'll-"

"Bite me to death, I know."

Hibari narrows his eyes but stays quiet. He turns, ready to walk away when Lambo calls out.

"Thanks for helping me, Psycho-nii."

"As long as I'm here, nobody will get away with disturbing the peace."

Lambo smiles. Translation: As long as I'm here, nobody will mess with you.

The day the bullies return to school after being in the hospital, they apologize to Lambo and return what they'd stolen plus interest. Lambo buys Hibird and Roll some special treats each day that week.


I had a fun time writing these, especially Hibari. I can't wait for Mukuro's, I love that dude.

End of the first part! The second will include the other siblings so wait for it. Please leave a review if you enjoyed it. Motivation is key to keep the muse going, after all. ^_^

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