This is my sort of story dump for unfinished ideas. Most of these will be unrevised and less than 1000 words. Whatever ideas I have for Lambo and I-Pin, they'll be stuffed here. Each one can stand on its own, but together, they will form a story that I couldn't quite connect all the way.

Peace Love and Anime :3

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Disclaimer: Don't own KHR. Just havin' some fun with it :)


Lambo ruffled his hair in front of the mirror and tried to restyle it again, his comb near about to snap from overexertion and use. He looked exasperated, and trying to arrange the sloppy hair into a better position wasn't going very well for him. For some reason, his hair couldn't get the same delightful bouncy look it always had. I-Pin glanced up for a second, and then rolled her eyes when she saw he was still at it.

"How's my hair now?" He asked, turning around to face her.

She rolled onto her back on his bed and flipped to the next page of her magazine, "It looks great. Perfect for your date."

"You didn't even look!" He cried, indignant.

She shrugged and grabbed some more Pocky, "She won't notice what you're wearing anyway. She's only interested in what's under your clothes."

He sat on the bed, giving up on his hair and pulled on his shoes and socks, "Aw, give Miyako some more credit, 'Pin. She's got some class."

I-Pin rolled her eyes again, pushing her glasses up her nose. "She's a whore, Lambo. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why you asked her out in the first place."

"Give me some credit! I'm not just a skirt chaser. I'm interested in pursuing a relationship with her."

"Riiiight… And I'm the Tenth Vongola boss." She drawled, mouth full of Pocky.

"You know, the sarcasm, I could really do without." He stood up and walked away from the bed, standing at a distance so I-Pin could see the full extent of his outfit. "How do I look?"

He looked damn sexy, especially with his tousled hair and pressed dress shirt, but there was no way she was going to tell him that. Truth be told, to I-Pin, Lambo was always very attractive. Over the years, puberty had really been good to him. At twenty, Lambo had skyrocketed in height and his face had become less round and more rugged. He still had the unruly black locks that obscured some parts of his face, but his dopey face was replaced by a nonchalant intensity. His voice had deepened considerably and having lost his excessive whining through the years, Lambo was the ideal man any girl would want. Naturally, he was quite popular with the ladies, and though it annoyed I-Pin to no end whenever those floozies left their shared apartment in the early mornings, she never said anything.

"You clean up nice, Cow boy."

"Thanks, Egg head. Now get out of my room. I'm leaving."

She stood up with her snacks and left the room, ignoring the way her heart raced when she caught a whiff of his spicy cologne. Miyako would definitely have a hard time keeping her hands off of him. It was taking all of I-Pin's will power not to jump him then and there.

"You do realize you're five minutes late for your rendezvous time, right?"

"What?!"

Situated on the couch, she watched in amusement as Lambo ran around the living room, searching for his keys, not realizing that they were in his hand the whole time.

"I-Pin! Where are my keys?!"

"Which ones~" she singsonged.

"My motorcycle keys! My apartment keys! You know? The ones I keep on the blue lanyard?"

"In your hand, Lambo."

He looked down. "Oh." He looked around again, "Where the heck is my cellphone?"

"On the table next to the door, Lambo."

"Right! Thanks!" he looked around the living room, "Do you know where my jacket is?"

She rolled her eyes, "On the kitchen chair, Lambo."

"That's where I put it!"

He popped on his jacket and sprinted out the door.

"Don't wait up for me tonight, 'Pin! I'll probably crash at her place." He yelled before the door slammed shut.

Hearing the roar of his motorcycle come to life, she stood up from the couch and went back to his bedroom, hopping into his warm bed and snuggling under his covers to read her magazine. His scent surrounded her, and if she didn't focus too much, she could pretend he was here, wrapping her in his arms in his warm embrace.

She sighed, "Like that'll ever happen."


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