A/N: Hey, wassup, reader? Well, first off, thanks for choosing to read this fanfic, you should totally check out my other KHR fics too.

I also just want to clear up some honorifics. The ending "-nii" means older brother and "-nee" means older sister. Hato is Gokudera's given name without the "ya." Hato is Japanese for dove (the bird) and then Lambo calls Yamamoto Tashi, which is Yamamoto's given name without the "ke." Tashi doesn't mean anything, but if it was said with the "-nii" it would sound like "tashin" which is Japanese for ulterior motive or ill will or secret purpose, so those are the jokes there. In the end the Japanese word "Take" (Yamamoto's given name without the "shi") can mean mountain, peak, mushroom, or another family.

Also, more pairings come along later like FuutaxLambo and LamboxI-Pin and probably one more (RebornxLambo), as well as small implications of other pairings like RyoHana and TsunaxKyoko. None of those are a big deal and I'm planning on the story mostly being about Lambo and his relationship with his "brothers," Yamamoto & Gokudera.

This takes place TYL.


It was said that the Storm and Lightning had a brotherly relationship...

"Hato-nii, where's my tie?"

"How am I supposed to know? Yamamoto, have you seen Lambo's tie?"

"What?"

"Lambo's tie! To his school uniform!"

"What about it?"

"Have you seen it, Tashin-nii?"

"Lambo, I told you to stop calling Takeshi that!"

Gokudera swiftly swat Lambo on the back of his head making the boy wince.

"It's not my fault that taking out the 'ke' makes it 'ulterior motive.'" Lambo whined as he rubbed the back of his head.

Yamamoto chuckled then tossed Lambo a blue tie. "It's fine, Hayato. There's your tie, Lambo. It was under some unpacked boxes."

"Thanks." Lambo mumbled as he struggled with putting the article of clothing on. Gokudera smacked the boy's hands away from it, straightening and tightening it to perfection.

"Thanks a lot, Hato-nii!" Lambo joyfully said glancing down at his completed uniform: a white cow-print shirt, the blue tie, yellow suit jacket, leather belt, and brown pants.

"Don't you think that is a school violation?" Gokudera asked, tugging at the collar of the cow-print dress shirt. "It's not regulation."

"But you wore tons of things that weren't 'regulation' when you went to Namimori Middle…" Lambo pouted while he unbuttoned the yellow jacket that Gokudera had just kindly buttoned up.

"Why did you do that?" Gokudera snarled as he fixed the necktie and collar of Yamamoto's slick black suit. Yamamoto gave the shorter man a kiss on the forehead when he was done.

"It's stuffy closed. I like it open." Lambo stated as he unfastened the first few buttons on his cow-print top.

"Whatever, but you better not get in any trouble over your uniform, got it?" Gokudera said while wagging his finger. Lambo obediently nodded. Gokudera pat him on the head and added, "In fact, don't get in any trouble at all!"

Lambo scoffed. "Goodness, what kind of trouble could I get into?"


Gokudera hummed an upbeat tune, quietly taking inventory in the artillery room. Usually this was the job of a trusted subordinate, but Gokudera was mentally tired from looking after Lambo and wanted an easy, mindless task to complete. He happily placed a check next to proper count of the 5.56x45mm NATOs, which was ammo for their Heckler & Koch G36s which also had been properly counted and checked. Then suddenly his phone roared its ringer until Gokudera answered it with a huff.

"Hello?" He groaned. "…Hibari? What do you want? …Lambo did what? Where? …Seriously? Why? …He said that, huh… Oh, he'll get it! …you already punished him? I understand you're the principal, but is that legal? …Hello? Hibari? Are you there? Hello?" He then ended his side of the call and flipped his cell phone closed. With a sigh, he marched out of the artillery room, down the hall, passing by Yamamoto.

"Hayato!" The taller man called out, chasing after his silver-haired lover. "Where are you going? Are you done taking inventory?"

"No," Gokudera seethed. "But Lambo got in trouble at school after I told him not to, dammit! I just got a call from Hibari."

Yamamoto put a hand on Gokudera's shoulder to slow him down. Eventually the furious parental figure was calm and looking Yamamoto in the eyes.

"Hey," Yamamoto said gently. "Do you want me to handle it? I feel like you've been the only one looking after the kid. He's my responsibility to now, you know?"

Gokudera blushed lightly, looking away. "He's not our kid, stupid. You're making it sound like he is and it's embarrassing."

Yamamoto laughed a bit before moving his hand from Gokudera's shoulder to his cheek and leaning down to kiss the smaller man's forehead. "He's still our responsibility, so what's the difference, don't ya think?" He grinned. "It's almost like we have a son."

Gokudera's face flared red causing him to push Yamamoto away and spout, "F-Fine! You… You go to the school! Just make sure you call me and tell me what happens, okay?"

Yamamoto snickered at his lover's adorable reaction then agreed to his demands.

"After the Disciplinary Committee leader told the curly-haired kid to change shirts, the two proceeded to argue. The dispute escalated to point where the committee leader felt it was appropriate to ask that the curly-haired kid be sent to my office-" Hibari coolly said while sitting behind a large, intimidating black desk with his feet propped onto its top. Engraved in a nameplate that had a mysterious spotlight shining on it was the title PRINCIPAL HIBARI KYOUYA. Several sets of tonfa hung proudly on one of his office walls. Despite the area being very spacious in reality the dim lights and severe darkness made the vicinity feel smaller. It was a very intense atmosphere.

Yamamoto interrupted, "Listen, Hibari, I don't think that's anything for you to call us about. He was just—"

A tonfa was suddenly lingering threateningly before the former baseball star's face making a slight chill run down his spine.

"Did I say I was done speaking, Yamamoto Takeshi?" Hibari hissed, inching the weapon ever closer to Yamamoto's face.

Yamamoto shook his head and the tonfa retracted from in front of him.

"As I was saying," Hibari growled. "The committee leader wanted the curly-haired kid to come to my office, but the little brat refused, probably afraid of my wrath. When the committee leader grabbed the curly one's arm, the curly one used the Elettrico Cornata on him." Hibari then motioned to a large delinquent who was shivering with fear in the corner of the room. He was burnt to crisp with bruises covering his body and a swollen cheek.

Yamamoto gave Lambo a stern look making the boy sink in his chair and pout. It was clear that the child wished that Gokudera had been there instead.

"Did you punch the guy too?" Yamamoto asked, looking at the marks and swellings that covered the committee leader's skin.

Hibari raised his hand. "Actually, I did that."

Yamamoto's jaw dropped and he found himself at a loss of words though his face was screaming the question, "WHY?"

Hibari leaned back further in his chair and smirked. "Isn't it a shame that this committee leader can't keep control of one student? How does he expect himself to maintain a school? It really is unfortunate. A bit of toughening up may restore this leader to the mimic at least a molecule of the glory of past Disciplinary Committee leaders." He sent a glare to the quivering delinquent, the student let out a sheepish squeak. He then turned back to Yamamoto and asked, "Do you remember my glory, Yamamoto Takeshi? When I ruled this school with an iron fist?"

Yamamoto opened his mouth to say something, but Hibari answered for him.

"Of course you do." The harsh principal said before spinning his chair around so that its back faced the other occupants of the room. "Since it hasn't ended." He allowed there to be a chilling moment of silence. Then, the three were released.


The first part of the ride home was silent. There was only the soothing whisper of the car's engine and the pleasant crackling of the tire's tread on the road below. Though there were some gasps heard from outside as people gaped at the sight of the sleek BMW Z4 sDrive35is Limited Edition Mille Miglia. In fact, the sounds of shock got so annoying, that Lambo decided to roll up his window.

"Goodness, You just have to drive a fancy Italian car." Lambo droned.

"Silly Lambo, it's German." Yamamoto laughed, patting the steering wheel. "Besides, it's pretty old. The fact that there's only 99 of them doesn't make it fancy."

"Who cares if BMW is German, you got it in Italy." Lambo said leaning his head against the window. "You can't just drive a cheap, normal car."

"Hey, now," Yamamoto said. "This is cheap. It was a small present from the Ninth. I was just driving it to pick you up. I wanted to take the Mercedes today, but Hayato wouldn't let me."

"That's 'cause it's Hato-nii's, not yours." Lambo said haughtily.

"Dove, huh?" Yamamoto said as though he was deep in thought.

"What?"

"If you remove the 'ya' from his name it turns into Hato meaning 'dove.'" Yamamoto told Lambo. Of course, the boy already knew this. That was why he called Gokudera by that name.

"Yep." Lambo said. "And if you take out the 'ke' in Takeshi, you get Tashi, hence your nickname, Tashin-nii."

"Which just so happens to sound like 'ill will' or 'ulterior motive,' huh?"

"You got it."

"For some reason, I get the feeling you haven't taken to me living with you two yet."

Lambo didn't say anything in reply to Yamamoto's suggestion. He merely looked at the window at all the people amazed by the fancy German car.


"So after Hibari-san punched me a couple of times," Lambo lifted his shirt to show off the dotty purple bruises on his stomach. "He scolded me about something, I was in too much pain to remember it now and then he suspended me for a couple of days. Which is weird since he said he was considering expelling the Disciplinary Committee leader."

Gokudera didn't know whether to yell at the curly-haired boy for using deadly moves at school or to hug him for the trials and tribulations he has to go through when having Hibari as a principal. He put one hand to his forehead and used the other to shoo Lambo away.

"Just go to your room for now." Gokudera said with a silent sigh.

When the child had left, Gokudera sat down in the dining room smacked his head onto the table, feeling hopeless. Then a compassionate warmth spread upon his back. It was someone's hand. The silver-haired man looked up humbly to see Yamamoto's smiling face.

"Don't worry," Yamamoto reassured, kneeling down to look Gokudera in the eyes. "He's a kid, so stuff like this is going to happen."
"No, it shouldn't, Takeshi! How many fifteen year olds electrocute their superiors?" Gokudera said with his brows furrowed with worry.

Yamamoto laughed and nodded. "That's true! That's true! But Lambo's not such an emotional kid that'd he would get that mad over having to change his uniform." Yamamoto stood and walked to the doorway that led to the entertainment room. "Obviously something else is bothering him. Maybe you should try talking to him about it."

Gokudera watched as the former baseball star disappeared into a different room of the immense house. He exhaled deeply before standing, stretching, and then making his way up to Lambo's room.


Posters of Scarface, Lamborghinis, and both the Vongola and Bovino crest covered Lambo's walls. Empty wine bottles were piled up in one corner next to boxes filled with pasta and olive oil. Dotting the floor were hand grenades that had accidentally rolled out of their container long ago and Lambo had never bothered to pick them up. Other things that were lying around were the classiest of porn magazines, old homework or tests marked with a spectrum of grades, and money. Truly it was the epitome of what a fifteen year old Mafioso's territory looked like.

Gokudera grimaced after one look at the boy's room. "Lambo!" He shouted while maneuvering through several feet of garbage and weapons.

"What?" Lambo moaned, face down on his King-sized canopy bed that had cow-print curtains and matching comforters.

"First of all," Gokudera began, plopping on to the bed next to the younger male. "You need to clean this place. I swear, you keep the bathrooms at headquarters more tidy."

Lambo lifted his face from his pillow for a second to say, "You guys don't pay me enough to do that."

"We shouldn't pay you at all! We always end up getting you buying you whatever you want, you spoiled brat! Honestly, I don't even know what you do with the money we pay you!" Gokudera roared, grabbing Lambo's cheeks and stretching them out.

"Ow, ow!" Lambo whimpered. "Goodness, stop!" When Gokudera ceased with the pinching and pulling, Lambo rubbed his sore cheeks.

"Secondly," Gokudera said composedly. "I was just wondering if something's wrong."

Lambo paused, hesitating, then said, "What makes you wonder that?"

"This is your first time getting in trouble for injuring a classmate in long time. Besides you seem oddly hostile towards Takeshi..." Gokudera trailed off.

"Don't call him that." Lambo said through his teeth.

Gokudera's eyes widened. The curly-haired boy was shaking with anger.

Lambo went on. "You didn't always call him that. Remember when he was Yamamoto? Remember when you said Haru-nee's name the way you say his?"

Gokudera rolled his eyes and reached out a hand to console Lambo. "Oh, Lambo, is that what this is about?"

"No!" Lambo cried, slapping Gokudera's hand back, shocking the parental figure. "It's about that and him being here and Haru-nee leaving right when we felt like a real family when it felt like Maman had never moved to Italy, but then you and Haru-nee started fighting and she left and it's not fair!" A tear passed over the mark under Lambo's eye. He quickly wiped it away, not wanting Gokudera to see it and alarm him.

The adult inhaled and offered Lambo some choices. "You would rather go to Italy to live with Maman, right? But Hibari wants you to stay here in Namimori for your education. Besides my sister is keeping Maman company perfectly over there and we visit her all the time. If you don't like Takeshi being here then I guess we can ask if he can stay Sasagawa's for a few days."

"Why can't he stay over there forever?" Lambo whined.

"Hey, we already sold his house and spent all that time moving his things in here, there's no way we're kicking him out now. Besides, this place is a little too big for just the two of us." Gokudera said spreading his arms and hands out into the air.

Neither of them said anything for a while after that until Gokudera massaged his temples and muttered, "I knew we should've let you stay with Hana and Lawn Head from the beginning."

"No. If I couldn't have Maman, I at least wanted my brother." Lambo stated honestly, turning to Gokudera and grasping the man's sleeve possessively.

"But if you lived with those two you would've always felt like you had a family. A married mother and father."

"It wouldn't have felt right without you."

"You don't know that."

"Yeah, I do."

"Shut up when an adult is talking."

Lambo couldn't help but to let out a small snicker, Gokudera too. Eventually the two were bursting out in laughter.

"All this seriousness is killing me," Lambo laughed. "Let's just force Tashin-nii out and get it over with, alright?"

"Hell no!" Gokudera clapped his hands down onto each side of Lambo's face making the boy cry out in pain.

Lambo stuck his tongue out at his 'brother' then grunted crossly. He bit his lips and quietly asked, "You must really like Tashin-nii, huh?"

Gokudera's whole face flushed a bright red as he stumbled upon his own words.

Lambo giggled at the reaction and looked to his beautiful canopy. "You're lucky you've found someone you won't argue with. You're happy, right?"

With an embarrassed frown on his face, Gokudera merely nodded twice while looking away.

"If you're this flustered, Hato-nii, then you must really be in love. You didn't act like this with Haru-nee. You would just say things like, 'Obviously I like Haru' and 'Haru's my girlfriend' so easily that it didn't sound true. Haru-nee must have caught on to this too. I guess, it's only fate that our family fell apart. I wish I could've believed in it for just a little longer, though…"

The room fell still once more.

"I'm sorry." Gokudera said, breaking the silence again.

"Thanks for saying that, Hato-nii, but it's not your fault." Lambo affirmed. "I get it now that it's not anyone's fault really. I'm just being a spoiled brat."

Gokudera smiled and ruffled Lambo's hair. "Which is what you seem to be best at."


"Hey, Take-nii," Lambo called out to Yamamoto while scampering around the entertainment room. "Have you seen the remote? I'm not going to spend two days of suspension without TV."

Before Yamamoto could reply, Gokudera barked, "No! You are going to study during those two days! You expect us to reward you for your bad behavior? There's no way you are going to seize this as an opportunity… to… play… wait, what did you just call Takeshi?"

"Take-nii." Lambo said simply.

"Take?" Gokudera and Yamamoto repeated simultaneously.

"As in 'mushroom?'" Gokudera pondered.

"Or 'mountain?'" Yamamoto questioned.

Lambo beamed and shook his head.

"Meaning 'another family!'"

The two adults blinked at the boy.

Lambo hugged the pair and exclaimed, "Because Take-nii didn't destroy my family, he just started another one! A new one!"


I was thinking of doing a prequel to this next chapter or as a seperate story. Review and tell me what you think.