Summary: Because nobody messes with Ipin and gets away with it. Not when Lambo was around

You have always been the place. You are a woman who can build it yourself. You were born to build

-Sarah Kay

Age 18

Sometimes Lambo really hated Ipin.

Sure the girl was great. She was smart and funny. And also a very useful meat shield against Gokudera and Reborn. But sometimes, when her feelings and emotions are involved, she gets blind sighted by it. And it's like it's the only thing she sees and nothing else matters anymore.

Like now, for example, when Ipin was reduced to this crying, pathetic mess of a person. Times like this, Lambo remembers that Ipin wasn't all that strong, that somewhere deep inside of her, there was this insecure and sensitive girl. He hated seeing her miserable. And here's the ironic part, it's all because of a guy.

A freaking guy

Some sorry excuse of man was able to reduce his best friend, the most amazing ass-kicking machine of a woman who doesn't take crap from others, to a heap of sobs and snots on the bathroom floor. And Lambo was furious. His guts were boiling with rage, his instincts were screaming for him to carve the skin off of that son of a bitch and make him regret ever making a tear fall off his best friend's face.

But instead, he was helpless.

Lambo didn't know what to do. He wanted to comfort his best friend. To let her know that everything's going to be okay, to whisper meaningless promise of comfort into her ears but he wasn't cruel nor was he a liar. He wasn't naïve enough to believe that everything was going to be okay because it's far from okay. His best friend was crawled up in a fetus position looking like the world was ending. It was very far from okay. And he didn't have the resolve or the stomach to lie to his best friend.

And it burned him to not be able to do anything. To look down and see his best friend crying, it burned him to his very core.

All of his life, Ipin has always been his anchor. She was always there right beside him, keeping his resolve strong, supporting him through every furious storm and raging winds. She made sure that no matter the circumstance, even if the odds are stacked against their favor, Ipin was always there to steady him, to keep his feet firmly in the ground. Ipin made sure that Lambo will never sink into depression.

And it killed him and it filled his body with shame, to see her like this and not be able to help.

So instead, Lambo sat beside Ipin. Their backs against the bathroom wall, and he held her tight in his arms, hoping that it would be enough solace, hoping to let her know that he was there. And no matter what, he will never leave her. Hoping to hell and back that it might help her forget the douche bag that made her cry, even for just a moment.

It hurts him to see his best friend like this. Even though they've known each other since they were kid, this was a part of Ipin that Lambo never saw before. Ipin hid it well. It was buried in a soil of distrust, cemented by reluctance, thickened by betrayal and encased by solitude.

And Ipin let that bastard in. She trusted him to see her for what she really was. And in the end, that bastard broke her.

It took every self-control Lambo had to not go out and tear that bastard limb by limb and shoot him in the head afterwards. But Ipin needed him right now, to be her anchor, to stop her from drifting and drowning into this sea of depression and loneliness that bastard pushed her into.

He began stroking her hair. It took a while but soon enough her sobs got weaker and she was able to compose herself again. But the arms around Lambo were still there.

She still needed him.

Lambo looked at her, "Are you gonna tell me what happened?"

It took a minute or two before she responded, "I saw him kissing some girl in a bar," she said not facing Lambo, her head still lying in his chest.

And that was all it took for Lambo to start feeling this uncontrollable urge to torture the son of a bitch.

Lambo tightened his arms around Ipin, letting him know that he won't leave her. Also, trying to calm himself, his guts were burning with rage every part of his body wanted to hunt the fucker down and shoot him right in the head. He trusted that dipshit to take care of his best friend. He even threatened him to treat her with respect.

Lambo was in the common room, alone with the asshole that Ipin started dating. He was looking at him, trying gouge if he was good enough for his best friend. But who was he kidding, anyway? Ipin was his best friend; even Captain freaking America wasn't good enough for her. It was his duty to keep her safe and happy. And if this frail and lame looking Edward Cullen wannabe makes her happy, he would step aside. Albeit, reluctantly.

"So how long have you known Ipin?" Lambo hated this. He was starting to act as if he was Ipin's father.

"For a few weeks now, we actually met at one of the galas the Vongola Family hosted. And it is such an honor to meet you. Gosh, the lightning—"

"Okay listen well, Rapunzel," Lambo interrupted him, grossed out by the patronizing the guy was doing. "Ipin is my best friend. You try to hurt her, you try to make her cry, hell, if you try to damage even a single molecule in her body, I will make sure you die a painful death. I will hunt you down and I will tear your skin from your body slowly so you can feel every agonizing pain I can inflict on you. I will tear you limb by limb until you beg me to kill you." Lambo grabbed the knife hidden inside his shirt and began to twirl it, "Do I make myself clear?"

"I don't respond to threat very well," the fucker said, looking him in the eye

Lambo felt like laughing, the poor son of a bitch didn't know what was going on. So as a demonstration, Lambo launched himself into the table, stabbing the knife close to where his hands were and pulling him by the collar of his shirt until he was centimeters away from his face. Then, he smiled," I really don't do threats. I make promises. And I never break them, so consider this a demonstration."

And later, when Ipin was asleep and no longer crying, he would make good with that promise. But right now, his best friend still needed him.

"That fucking bastard, I knew he was bad news. Please tell me you're going to leave him now, Ipin" Lambo felt her stiffen against his hold and she hid her face in his chest. With a sigh, he said, "You're not gonna leave him, are you?"

He felt her nod, "I hope you know that you're better off without that son of a bitch. In fact, I think you'll be happier without the fucker," he tried to convince her. "He's dragging you down, Ipin."

" I-I really don't expect you to understand. Lambo, but when I'm with him, I don't feel like an assassin or a weapon. He makes me feel like I'm pretty. Like I'm a woman," she was now facing him, looking at him in the eyes.

Lambo couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was coming from the girl who had a crush on the most dangerous prefect in the whole fucking world and she is letting some screwed up son of a bitch control her like she was some mindless puppy. But Lambo wouldn't have any of that, it might be hard, but he'll make her see reason.

It was usually the other way around but there's always a first time for everything.

"Pretty? You've got to be kidding me," he adjusted her hold on her so that they were facing each other,"you are so much more than pretty. Hell,pretty doesn't even begin to describe you." Lambo held her shoulder as if shaking her to see reason, "You are funny and smart and strong. You're an ass-kicking she-hulk who's not afraid to say what's on her mind. You are a gallon of awesomeness and and a liter of weirdness. You are a big contradiction wrapped around in a silk of mystery. You are the personification of amazing," Lambo held her face, "Pretty is a big understatement. It's an insult for someone as amazing as you."

And then the waterworks began again. Well, that wasn't supposed to happen, Lambo thought despairingly as he watched his best friend cry into his chest again.

"Thank you, Lambo. Really. But, I don't know if I can leave him. I thought he was the one, you know."

Lambo scoffed, "The one? What the hell is wrong with you, woman? You don't need him. In fact, you don't need any man for that matter. You are an independent, empowered woman of the 21th century. You don't need no man," he said jokingly.

And when she began to laugh, Lambo knew that Ipin was gonna be okay. Lambo knew that he did some good.

"Alright, listen to me. I'm only gonna say this once because I really hate chick-flic moments so this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. And also there's snot in my favorite shirt," he looked at her in the eyes to show his sincerity, "You are an amazing woman. You are not a snack or a joke or a puch line or a toy." He held Ipin's cheek and caressed it with his thumb," You are a woman, skin and bones, veins and flesh. And there will be more douchebags like him so you show them what a real woman looks like. Motherfuckers like them have never seen one before," his voice was full of conviction, " And don't you dare forget that you don't need anyone to tell you how amazing and great you are. You hear me?"

Ipin closed her eyes and leaned her face in his hands, "I hear you."

And there it was, that amazing smile that never failed to dazzle him. And he couldn't help but smile as well.

Their moment was broken when Fuuta came barging in, almost breaking the door in the process. "Where is that bastard?! I told you that guy was a bad idea! But does anyone listen to me?" Fuuta was flailing his arms, using that mother hen voice, "Nooo, you just had to go and date that stupid excuse of a scumbag. At least tell me you're breaking up with him." Fuuta looked at Ipin, waiting for her to defend herself.

Bu she hid her head in Lambo's shoulder, trying to muffle the laughter that was bubbling up inside.

Fuuta sighed, "This is what I get for taking care of you guys. Headaches. If I die young, I'm blaming it all on you," his hand was now in his forehead, trying to stop the incoming migraine.

"Yes, I am going to break up with him. God, I was so stupid. What the hell did I see in that guy?"

Lambo took this opportunity to tease his best friend. He didn't like chick-flic moments, after all. "Well you said that he looked like a prince right out of a fairy tale story. With hair that's so wavy and that shines when in the sun. But if you ask me, he kinda looked like a Rapunzel looking One Direction reject."

Ipin slapped him on the shoulders, trying to keep the laughter from escaping." Come on, you've got to admit, Ipin, the guy wore some pretty tight jeans. I think he was overcompensating for something."

Fuuta joined in," Flower gleam and glow, man"

Ipin laughed hard, "You two are jerks."

"Well, this has been nice and pretty scarring but I have to go now. I could only tolerate so much touchy feely in one day." Lambo pretended to grimace.

When Fuuta left and Lambo was almost out of the door, Ipin stopped him. "You're gonna torture him, aren't you?"

Lambo faced Ipin and gave her the most innocent look he could muster, "Little ole' me?! Why, I would never! I thought you trusted me, Ipin. How can you say that? I'm practically harmless."

Ipin gave him a deadpanned look that said Don't you dare try that bullshit on me. I will kill you, "At least let me come. This is my fight, not yours."

Lambo sighed, "Nope. Nuh uh. Over my dead fucking body. You're never going to have the misfortune of seeing that bastard's face ever again. Not if I can help it. Plus, I didn't threaten to torture him. I promised that I'd torture. There's a difference." Lambo said as if he was just explain that the sky was blue and the plants were green and that bastard's face is going to be dyed with his own blood. Ipin looked at Lambo's green eyes, they were filled with mischievousness and bloodlust and his face was adorned with a smirk, "And you know me, I never break my promises."

Ipin relented, " At least, kick him in the groin for me, okay?"

And with that Lambo left, his laughter filling the hallways of the Vongola Mansion. His mind was already twisting and turning, trying to find the cruelest and bloodiest way to torture the motherfucker. He was going to make him regret hurting Ipin.

After all, nobody hurts his tail head. Not when he was around.

Sneak Peek for chapter 2

Age 6

Lambo hated school.

It was shove-a-book-in-the-throat-stab-a-pencil-in-the-hand boring. He already knew the lessons. Hell, it was for toddlers. Lambo really hated in when Tsuna forgets that he was from a mafia family. A science-based mafia family for that matter. These lessons were like an insult to him. Lambo knew how to count and how to add and subtract ever since he was an infant.

It also doesn't help that he has all of this pent up energy just waiting to burst out him. It was making every second in this sorry excuse of a learning institution a lot more agonizing than it has to be.

The teachers doesn't make it easier, in fact, they make it a whole times worse. Tsuna told him that teachers were supposed to be like Kyoko and Haru. They were supposed to be all nice and glittery. Well, Tsuna was a lying liar who lies. They were the opposite of nice and glittery. It was like they had a stick stuck up their cakehole themselves. Lambo really doesn't know what that means but he heard Gokudera say it when he gets angry with stupid and stuck up people, so Lambo thought it was appropriate.

He doesn't even understand why he has to be here. He was supposed to be the Lightning Guardian. His future was pretty much determined.

Author's Notes: Well, I have all of this incomplete ideas in my head about KHR so I made this. I hope that you guys liked it, and if not, well, flames are always welcome. They are the light that shines through my web-filled brain. Anyways, please review :)