Welcome to Lambo's Corner! Here is the next letter to my A-Z Lambo Whump! I hope you enjoy the whump along with a healthy dose of comfort. Consider this the Halloween chapter because it's the closest to creepy or scary I can probably do at this time. Thanks!

WARNING: Checked with Grammarly at a godforsaken hour which is when I do my best work, it seems. As always, I'll go over it later with fresh eyes but let me know if you see something that needs correcting. Also, this includes yucky language, violence, retribution, and typical mafia behavior.

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Without further ado B is for…


Drip

Drip

Drip

The sound of water dripping slowly draws the young boy from his sleep. With a groan, his senses become more alert as he tries to piece together where he is and how he got there.

The smell is what Lambo notices first; the strong odor of sewage mixed in with a pungent coppery smell. Being involved with the Mafia for as long as he has, he immediately recognizes the smell of blood. Unfortunately, from his time with the Bovino's, he also knows the stench of rotting flesh; his stomach turns but manages to contain its contents together.

The second thing he notices as he tries to sit up is that everything is covered in darkness even though he's sure his eyes are open. Instinctively, he makes to remove whatever is covering his eyes but the third thing he becomes aware of is his hands are bound; rather tightly he thinks. The fourth thing he notices is his legs are bound as well but he can still move them; that's a good thing.

As best as he can, Lambo stretches his arms and sighs when they hit something solid; he carefully pushes his legs forward to ease his back against the wall. After a couple of minutes of trying, he's finally leaning against the hard structure. Taking a deep breath, he fights the urge to vomit as he begins to think.

"So, I'm tied up, eyes are covered, there's blood around me but I don't think it's mine, and I have no idea where I am. Think, Lambo; how did I get here?"

The twelve-year-old feels the all familiar sense of panic rising but uses his training with Hibari to calm down. Panicking will only make things worse by clouding his judgment which might cause him to make wrong decisions that could lead to a terrible death.

"Way to think positive, stupid. Ok, what do I remember?"

Lambo struggles to remember what happened but his memories are foggy at best, everything a blur. He winces when his head throbs, feeling like it is going to split in half if he keeps trying to think. Why can't he remember?

He tries to pull at his hands, hoping he can get free from what he thinks is rope; the material familiar thanks again to his experiences in the Mafia. Sadly, whoever tied him up did a fantastic job; damn it.

He stops his movement when he thinks he hears something, had that been a shout? Lambo tilts his head to the left, straining his hearing to see if it happens again but there's nothing. A moment later, he begins his struggle once more only to stop when he's sure he hears a scream. This time he doesn't need to move closer to the sound as it is resounding through the walls.

Lambo feels his pulse quicken, his heart beating faster as each scream sounds more and more agonizing. There's crying, he can hear someone crying but it's not the same person doing the screaming. That means there are three people at least; two hurting and one doing the hurting.

"Please, stop! You're killing him!"

Lambo swallows the last bit of saliva, his mouth growing dry at the shout. He can't see a thing and he's a bit grateful he can't. Sadly, that means his hearing is stronger and he can pick out the extra sounds along with the screaming: crunching, gurgling, and laughter. He's also sure he can hear blood splattering simply because the coppery stench is getting heavier.

He doesn't realize he's crying, his body shaking as he begins to remember how he ended up here. That realization making him wish he'd called his brother for help because he's sure he's about to die.


The Day Before

"Let me get this straight," Lambo narrows his eyes at the man standing before him, hands on his hips. "You want me as bait for a serial kidnapper?"

"You make it sound terrible when it's really not that bad. We know who he is, what he looks like and you'll have a tracking device on you at all times. We'll catch him and have him arrested before he can drag you into his car."

"Right, so why not tell the police and have them take care of it?"

He may be twelve but Lambo is far from stupid. He knows there's more to this than they're telling him and he will not do anything reckless without knowing all the facts.

The man who'd identified himself as Juuzo was a known gangster whose gang had caused a lot of trouble before but Hibari had made sure they calmed down. It's been months since they'd caused any problems but Lambo still wouldn't trust them.

Juuzo sighed, "We've tried going to the police but with our record, they won't listen to us. We're trying to do the right thing here but nobody believes us." He actually looks sincere and Lambo relaxes a bit which Juuzo immediately notices. "The only way they'll take us seriously is we give them irrefutable proof."

"The reason we came to you is that we know you're a strong kid and being Vongola means you can handle yourself. Besides, we'll make sure you stay safe otherwise we'll have to deal with Hibari-san and there's no way we want that."

Lambo looks at Juuzo's friend with a doubtful look but Kazuaki looks to be telling the truth as well.

"Don't you want to help those missing kids? I thought Vongola was all about helping people."

That last statement is what finally convinces Lambo to help. They're right; Vongola is about helping those that can't help themselves and with Hibari away in Italy on a mission with his other brothers, this is up to him. He straightens up his shoulders and glares at the two men in front of him.

"Fine, I'll help you catch them. Just remember that if something goes wrong my brother won't be happy. He will find you and he will more than likely kill you."

Juuzo and Kazuaki stare at each other for a few seconds then nod at the same time. Juuzo looks at Lambo, "We'll make sure everything works out fine and we'll get those kids back with their families."

"Great! Then tell me what to do."


"Are you sure the reward money is worth it? If anything goes wrong, anything at all and that brat gets hurt we're dead! Hell, he doesn't even need to get hurt, Hibari-san will kill us just for getting him involved. Juuzo, this is a really bad idea."

Juuzo feels just as nervous as his friend but tries to look indifferent. He knows Hibari will hurt them just for talking to the cow brat but the reward is too great to ignore. The second they'd discovered who the kidnapper was (completely by accident), he knew Lambo would be their best bet. The kid looked the same as the other missing boys and he was easy to manipulate. The only problem had been Hibari but with the man gone, everything worked out.

Once they caught the kidnapper they'll be rich enough to run away somewhere and never deal with the Monster of Namimori.

"Everything will be fine, Kazuaki. Stop worrying and make sure the tracking device and microphone are working. We'll catch this guy and won't even deal with Hibari-san."


PRESENT TIME

Lambo throws up to the side, his throat burning as he heaves. This wasn't supposed to happen; everything had been going according to plan, what went wrong?

The suspect had found Lambo alone in the park just like Juuzo said but then when Lambo had tried to run, the man had grabbed him. Lambo had felt a prick in his neck and then…oh. He'd been drugged. That explained why his brain was all fuzzy but why hadn't Juuzo saved him? What had happened to them?

Lambo tries to loosen up the rope again while trying to ignore the terrifying screams. He knows somebody is dying and he doesn't want to think about it. He's so busy trying to get himself free he notices too late that everything's gone quiet.

"And what do you think you're doing, little one?"

Lambo freezes when he hears the amused voice approach; each step echoing loudly around the frightened preteen. Every inch of his being is shouting to run away but he can't do anything but listen. Now he wishes he could see because not being able to only makes everything a hundred times worse. He knows he's going to die and he won't see it coming.

"You had me worried for a while. I thought I'd given you too much Quaalude when you didn't wake up the first day. That's the drug that knocked you out, by the way."

"First day? How long have I been out for?"

The man chuckles, "I'm sure you're wondering how long you've been out for." Lambo backs away from the voice which sounds closer. "You've been out of it for over a day. I'm glad you've woken up, though."

Lambo tenses when hands touch his face but he doesn't move as the blindfold is removed. He keeps his eyes closed, not sure if he should do otherwise but the man tells him to. He slowly opens his eyes, blinks a couple of times and looks around. He's in a cell, an actual dark prison -made from stone- kind of cell and he wonders exactly where the hell he is.

Lambo turns back to the man; late thirties if he had to guess, greasy shoulder-length brown hair, about six feet tall but what really grabs Lambo's attention is the blood on his white butcher's apron. He had never felt such fear in his life. This is like a horror movie where Lambo is the best friend of the main character and is about to die.

"I'm Okabe and I will be handling your trip to England."

"I don't want to go to England."

Okabe laughs and it sends a chill through Lambo's trembling body. "I'm sorry but you don't have a choice. Don't worry; I'm sure you'll end with a very nice family."

"I have a family, I don't want to go." Lambo begins to cry against his will. He tries to wipe the tears away but his hands are still bound.

"Did you hear the boys crying earlier?"

Lambo doesn't say anything. He closes his eyes as he remembers the screams of terror and simply nods.

"They didn't want to go either and tried to fight against me. As much trouble as it is to find another kid, I like when they fight back because I get to chop them into pieces which I enjoy tremendously in soup."

Lambo's eyes widen in horror. This man…ate them? Is that what he'd heard, a boy being chopped into pieces; alive?

"I want you to know not to expect any help from your buddies, either. When they tried to save you, I was left with no choice but to kill them. It was quite funny because they seemed to prefer to die than to let me have you." He laughs as he recalls the memory. "I should have known it was a trap but your eyes were worth it. You'll sell for millions!" Okabe grins then makes sure Lambo is looking at him. "As long as you behave I promise not to lay a single sharp knife on your skin. Do we have a deal?"

Lambo nods when he fails to form any coherent reply. The man smiles then helps Lambo stand up but doesn't loosen the rope as he guides the preteen into the dimly lit hallway. Lambo wants to cry, to shout for help but he really doesn't want to end up as Okabe's dinner so he follows quietly and wonders if his brothers will ever know what became of their Lightning Guardian.


"Kazuaki, everything is ready. The bus leaves in an hour which gives us enough time to pick up the medicine and we're out of this place."

Juuzo shoves some more clothing into his raggedy backpack before taking one last look around his room. The abandoned house had been his home for almost a year, it would have served as a great base for his gang but Hibari had made sure to destroy that dream. He figures it's some kind of justice the cow brat paid for it.

When the kidnapper had shown up, he and Kazuaki had tried to take him down but the man had been too strong. He'd drugged the kid before beating the daylights out of them. They'd woken up in the hospital the next day to news that the whole incident had been recorded by a bystander, the video had apparently gone viral and they were perceived as heroes for trying to save the brat.

The second they'd been released, they had returned to where they had set their equipment up and tried locating the kid but the signal was gone. Fortunately or unfortunately, they'd managed to save the recording from Lambo's microphone and had been terrified to learn the kidnapper was also a murderer. They'd heard Lambo being transported then told he would make a delicious dinner before the signal had cut off as well.

Deciding it would be a bad idea to even try to find Lambo; they had purchased two bus tickets to as far away as possible and flee before the dreaded monster returned to find his brother missing. Everything was set.

"Kazuaki, are you finished?" Juuzo shouts as he rushes out and down the hall. He makes it to the dirty living space only to freeze in his spot. Kazuaki is kneeling in the center, tears streaming down his purple and bloodied face. Standing over him is none other than the Monster of Namimori himself. Hibari turns to glare at him and Juuzo's life flashes before his eyes.

Juuzo looks around at the other men standing nearby and knows his life is over. He knows he should stay and take his punishment like he deserves but he doesn't want to die knowing he could have lived. Does that even make sense? He's not sure but his brain seems to be shutting down as he turns to run only to stop when another tall figure steps out of one of the rooms.

This man has blazing, amber eyes and…is he on fire? There's a bright flame on his forehead as well as his hands but other than that he's perfectly fine; dressed in what looks like an expensive tailored suit. The man walks up to him, a calm yet lethal posture as he unbuttons his jacket and Juuzo can say for certain this man is more dangerous than Hibari. If Hibari is the bringer of death then this man is death himself.

"Juuzo, we need to talk."

Death has spoken and he has never sounded deadlier.


Lambo rubs his wrists once the rope is gone. They're sore and red but they won't fall off anytime soon. He's in another cell but this one has more light than the rest. There's a small table against the wall with tons of clothing on it; expensive looking ones. Could these belong to the other boys that have come through here?

"Pick a nice outfit for the pictures."

Lambo quickly nods when Okabe takes a step towards him. He makes his way to the table and picks up piece by piece. They're all pretty preppy looking and Lambo feels like making a face but refrains from doing so. He picks a pair of boxers, blue jeans, and a white button-up shirt that comes with suspenders and wonders what kind of people he's dealing with.

"Go change behind the curtain. There's nowhere to run to and nothing to help you escape so please hurry and change before I get hungry."

Lambo doesn't need to be told twice. He hurries behind the curtain to a small boxed room with nothing in it; not even a mirror. He changes into the new clothing and refuses to think about how they're a perfect size. Lambo steps out and Okabe whistles which almost makes the preteen throw up.

"It's a good look for you, kid. I'm sure you'll fit right in with your new folks." Okabe tosses him a pair of shoes and Lambo quickly puts them on. "And the finishing touch," He walks up to Lambo who closes his eyes when Okabe touches his neck. "There."

Lambo opens his eyes and slowly feels the bow tie he's now wearing. What kind of sick people is he being sold to?

"Go ahead and brush your hair a bit. We don't have time to shower you so it'll have to do."

Lambo does as he's asked and pretty soon he's standing in front of a green screen with a couple of furniture pieces; it looks like a typical bedroom set with a bed, desk, and chair. He supposes the green screen is to add any additional items.

"I'll explain how this works as I take a couple of shots so make sure you smile," Okabe says holding a camera with his bloody hands. "You're being sold to a family that wants to adopt a young boy but for one reason or other, they can't do so the legal way. You're to act as an orphan and adjust to your new life as soon as possible."

"Wait, what?"

"I will make sure to have someone close to your mother for the rest of your life; the second you say something or if you try to contact anyone from your previous life she will suffer a terrible death."

Lambo forces himself to look worried but silently thanks his lucky stars. If this is true then he'll be fine; his brothers will not leave mom alone as they look for him so he'll definitely be able to contact them. Okabe is oblivious to the fact he's Vongola. As long as he doesn't become dinner today he'll be fine.

"I love eating kids but your mom will make for a nice appetizer."

Lambo crouches down when he hears someone screaming for help. It sounds like a young boy just like earlier. Lambo covers his ears and closes his eyes, he can't help them. He can't help them and they're dying right down the hall.

"Please don't hurt them. I'll do whatever you ask but please stop." Lambo begs from his spot on the ground, tears falling from his face. He can smell the stench of blood and flesh and no matter how hard he tries it's too much to hold in. He falls to his knees and heaves. Nothing comes out, everything having already been thrown up earlier. His stomach hurts; his throat feels like it is on fire as he continues to scream for Okabe to stop.

He slowly opens his eyes and notices Okabe is no longer with him. Then he realizes the screaming had begun while Okabe was still here. Wait, did that mean there was more than one kidnapper?

"There's so much blood, stop it! He can't cry anymore; you've ripped out his tongue!"

Lambo's breathing picks up, he's sure he's gone pale and he's shaking terribly. He can't just stand by and let the other kids suffer; he needs to do something. Lambo looks around the room and sees the knife Okabe left behind. It's bloody and rusty; Lambo doesn't want to think how many kids it has hurt.

He picks it with trembling hands then slowly makes his way to the entrance of the cell. He holds the knife tightly against his chest while carefully keeping an eye out for danger but then the lights go off. He falls to his knees, knife still tightly in his hands. The screaming has stopped and he knows another boy is dead. Oh god, what if he's next? What if the other kidnapper doesn't want to sell him but instead eat him?

Lambo feels vile rushing up his throat but he forces it back down. He will not go down without a fight. Through the darkness, he can hear footsteps approaching; faint but getting closer. They're here for him. They're going to kill him. It is pitch black but he can hear the footsteps reach the entrance of the cell.

The preteen holds his breath not wanting to smell the blood any longer. Without thinking, he shoots up and strikes down with the knife at the same time. He feels the warm liquid drip down to his hands and knows he's hurt them. He lets go then makes a run for it but bumps into someone else.

"Please, don't eat me! Please, please have mercy. At least kill me before you chop me up. I promise not to scream anymore but please don't chop me up!" He cries while struggling to get loose. He can faintly hear Okabe saying something but Lambo is beyond hysterical.

"Turn on the fucking lights!"

Lambo stops moving but not because he wants to; his body goes limp as all energy leaves him. Okabe curses but doesn't let him go. Instead, Okabe goes down with the preteen being careful Lambo doesn't hit his head on the concrete floor.

The lights turn on forcing Lambo to shut his eyes. He can hear movement around him but then whoever is holding him shouts in terror, "Juudaime!"

Juudaime?

Lambo's eyes snap open, his head reeling from everything that's happened as he tries to focus on what's going on now. Gokudera is the one holding onto him but the smoke bomber isn't looking down at him, no; he's looking up at Tsuna who currently has a rusty knife embedded in his left hand; blood pouring out.

"Did I do that?"

Lambo weakly asks before the seriousness of the situation dawns on him. He just stabbed his brother. Holy hell he just tried to kill Tsuna!

"Lambo, calm down; please, try to breathe."

"I'm so-so-sorry!" He wails trying to get away from Gokudera. The smoke bomber lets him go to attend to Tsuna but the Tenth waives him off. Lambo clumsily runs into the changing room and pulls the curtain to hide. He drops down against the wall, hiding his head within his arms as he lifts his knees to his chin. He just tried to kill his brother.

"Lambo, I'm ok. I want to make sure you're ok as well." Tsuna calls out but doesn't try to force the curtain open.

The preteen can hear Gokudera asking Tsuna to have a seat, to let him check the wound, to have someone call an ambulance and finally, to go back outside. Lambo is tempted to yell for Tsuna to stay but he doesn't have to.

"I'm not going anywhere without Lambo. I'm fine, Hayato. Here," Lambo flinches when he hears the familiar sound of a knife being pulled out.

"Juudaime!"

"I'm fine! Go call Ryohei and tell him to come help me before I pass out."

Lambo hears Gokudera runoff followed by a light chuckle from Tsuna. "I won't pass out, Lambo. I just wanted Hayato to leave me alone for a bit."

"Haha; that's not very nice, Tsuna."

"It worked, didn't it?"

Lambo can feel new tears streaming down his face. How can they be laughing? He knows they're glad he's alive but the other kids are dead. They shouldn't be happy when Okabe and his accomplice tortured the others to death.

"Lambo, can you hear me?"

Tsuna softly asks from the other side of the curtain and Lambo knows his brother is sitting right in front of it.

"Yeah,"

"Can you tell me if you're hurt?"

Lambo shakes his head then remembers he can't be seen. "I'm not." He whispers.

"Good," Tsuna sighs from relief. "That's good. Can I come inside?"

Lambo hesitates. He wants to see Tsuna but at the same time, he doesn't. He stabbed his brother for goodness sakes.

"I'm sorry I stabbed you." He quietly sobs with guilt.

"Lambo, you had no idea it was me. I'm glad you stabbed me because that means if it had been that piece of trash then it would have given you a chance to run. You did well, Lambo."

"I did?"

"Yeah, you did. You have no idea how glad I am to know you're ok."

"But the other boys aren't. They were chopped into pieces so they could be eaten by Okabe. I heard them, Tsuna-nii, they were tortured!"

Lambo begins to cry again as the screams fill his head once more. They were asking for help and Lambo couldn't do anything for them.

"Lambo!"

The preteen closes his mouth but continues to whimper. It seems Tsuna had been trying to get his attention for a bit.

"Listen to me; I need you to come out for me. I need you to trust me and come out."

Lambo shakes his head but again, remembers he can't be seen. "I can't."

"Yes, you can. I promise everything will be fine. Please, come out from there."

Slowly, Lambo stands up and makes his way to the piece of cloth. He can hear Tsuna standing up as well but the drapery stays in place. He takes a deep breath then little by little he opens the curtain; revealing a big brother with a wrapped hand and a torn shirt.

"Tsuna-nii…" Tsuna wraps his little brother in his arms, holding him tightly against his chest. The Tenth rests his head on Lambo's and assures him everything will be fine. After a couple of minutes, Lambo back off to wipe his nose on the sleeve of his white shirt. "I'm sorry, Tsuna-nii."

"Hey, don't be sorry. I told you that was a good move."

"But I tried to kill you."

"No, you tried to protect yourself from someone who was trying to hurt you. You did well, little brother."

Lambo gives him a watery smile, "I guess it was a good move."

"It was. You almost made Hayato cry." Yamamoto adds with his own laugh from where he's looking through the articles of clothing.

"Lambo, I'm going to take you to the room where the screams were coming from."

Tsuna hasn't finished speaking when Lambo is already shaking his head, fresh tears on his cheeks. "No, I can't go in there. They were asking for help and I couldn't do anything."

"I need you to trust me. If I just tell you what's in there you won't believe me. I need you to see it for yourself."

"But Okabe will kill me! He will skin me alive and then he'll make me into soup." He cries.

Tsuna grabs Lambo by the shoulders and intently stares into the boy's eyes, "He will not touch you again. He's been dealt with but we're not through with him, yet. He will get his trial within Vongola. Xanxus has already volunteered to be judge, jury, and executioner. Nobody messes with my family and gets away with it."

"But his accomplice…"

"There is no accomplice."

"I heard them-"

"Come on, let me show you."

Lambo allows himself to be guided by his brother down the hall which is now brightly lit. They pass the last cell which leads to a large room and Tsuna squeezes his hand. "Okabe is in there but he's unconscious, tied up and Hibari is standing next to him. Plus, you're with me."

Lambo nods his understanding; he's safe.

They walk inside and the first thing Lambo notices is Okabe's slump form towards the back with an irritated brother standing guard. The second thing he notices is a small black box which looks like a recorder in the center of the room on top of a table. Chrome and Mukuro are standing next to it with disdain.

"Go ahead," Tsuna instructs and Chrome offers Lambo an apologetic smile before pressing a button on the electronic device. Immediately, screams fill the room and Lambo instinctively crouches down, covering his ears and closing his eyes.

He can feel his hands shake, his stomach threatening to throw up and his eyes begin to water. They're screaming, begging for help. Why are his siblings allowing this to happen?

"Turn it off."

The screams stop but Lambo doesn't move; he can't move. Tsuna kneels down in front of him but doesn't touch him. "Lambo, look at me."

It takes all the energy he can muster but Lambo slowly looks up at Tsuna who's looking back with a frown. "There are no dead kids. The screams are a recording from an old horror movie."

"No, I-I heard them."

That can't be right. Lambo heard them, he smelt the blood and flesh, and Okabe had been covered in blood.

"Okabe used the recording to force the kids to behave. From what we got out of him, he's never killed anyone and the blood on him belongs to animals. He bought it along with some meat from a butcher across town to add to his illusion. The missing Namimori kids were hidden in another cell waiting to be shipped out but they're safe now. Thanks to you they'll be ok."

Recording, dead animals…Had it all been fake?

"But I heard them…"

"I know you did. He wanted to make sure you believed it was all real but I promise you it wasn't. He's been in the business of selling babies but was recently asked to deliver older children. Namimori was his first stop and it was also his last."

It had all been fake; the screams, the smell, all fake. Even though none of it had been real Lambo knows it'll be some time before he can forget this terrifying ordeal; it had been more than real to him.

"Juudaime, I got Turf-top."

Lambo ignores Ryohei when the boxer asks if he's ok then ignores Gokudera when he tells Ryohei Tsuna's the one that's hurt; asshole.

"He knows you're not physically dying; please ignore his faithful canine ass," Yamamoto says in a stage whisper which causes Gokudera to start arguing with the Rain Guardian but Lambo is too busy looking towards Okabe.

While Tsuna is being distracted by his three brothers, Lambo walks past Chrome and Mukuro, the latter of which simply allows him to pass while Chrome hesitates but doesn't say anything. Hibari doesn't move from his spot but doesn't try to stop him when Lambo begins to kick and punch the unconscious man.

Lambo's fists are bleeding and hurt by the time he's pulled off Okabe. Tsuna guides him outside of the underground cells into the bright daylight. The brightness hurts his eyes and he blames the sun for the fresh batch of tears. Tsuna leads him to a car where Lambo begins to cry once more.

"I hate him. I'm furious he lied to me but I'm so relieved none of it was real. I'm so glad nobody died."

"He will." Tsuna thinks but doesn't voice the thought out loud.

"I'm so glad it's all over, Tsuna-nii." Lambo continues to cry but this time he has a grateful smile on his face. "I'm so glad I volunteered as bait."

"Wait, you what?" Is the last thing Lambo hears before giving in to exhaustion.


"The missing boys have been released from the hospital into their family's care. Namimori is grateful to Kazuaki and Juuzo who bravely searched for the culprit and released the victims.

Although they were nearly beaten to death and found unconscious, both have agreed to donate the reward money to the recovery of the victims as well as different charities."

"It's the least we can do. By stopping the madman, we learned a valuable lesson and have turned over a new leaf." Kazuaki said in a telephone interview.

"We're grateful for the second chance death has given us and we'll take full advantage of it," Juuzo says from his bed; covered in a full body cast.

"Do you mean life?"

"…Yeah, life…"

Lambo laughs at the interview on the evening news. It had been three days since his kidnapping and a day since the authorities found Okabe's body floating down the river.

According to reports, he committed suicide by stabbing himself with a sword, smashing his head on concrete and somehow electrocuting himself before dropping into the river. A follow-up investigation was not needed although off the record the Varia is investigating into who was giving Okabe orders.

"What's so funny?"

Lambo scoots to the side allowing more space for Tsuna on the couch. "Just watching Kazuaki and Juuzo's interview; I'm glad you didn't kill them."

Tsuna shrugs, "I don't like killing unless necessary. They did something stupid but they technically kind of helped to bring Okabe down. It was a difficult decision to make."

"I'm sure Psycho-nii wasn't too happy with it."

Tsuna frowns, "No, he beat me afterward for not letting him bite them to death."

Lambo laughs again and Tsuna can't help but feel elated. His brother was going to be just fine. He'd make sure of it.

"Is your hand ok now?"

"Of course it is. Shamal checked me over just to be safe, gave me some medication and said I'll be fine so try not to worry, ok?"

Lambo nods then replies with, "I wanted to ask how you found out I was missing?"

Tsuna sits up and answers seriously, "Your kidnapping went viral. Dino watched it online and immediately called me. We managed to keep it away from mom and made up some excuse as to why you weren't going to be home that night. We came over as soon as humanly possible and tracked down those two idiots. Once we learned about the tracker, Spanner and Giannini worked their magic to locate you. I explained what happened to mom this morning and got an earful for keeping her in the dark but she understands why I did it. She's just glad you're ok."

"Great, she's going to smother me to death."

"And you'll love every minute of it." Tsuna ruffles Lambo's hair before asking, "How are the nightmares?"

Lambo slumps into the cushions, "Bad. I can still hear the screams and when I wake up drenched in sweat, I can smell the blood as if it's on me." He mutters.

"That's normal. We'll get through this together just like we always do; as a family."

"I know. Thanks, Tsuna-nii."

Lambo moves closer to his brother and doesn't say anything when Tsuna wraps an arm around his shoulders. He's glad everything worked out fine this time but he will never volunteer as bait ever again. Especially not without Tsuna knowing about it. Apparently, the two idiots had told everyone they'd forced Lambo into a trap, they must have thought Tsuna wouldn't believe Lambo would willingly volunteer. Lambo thought at twelve years of age he was too old for a spanking but he'd been wrong. His bum is still aching.

"How's your butt?"

"Tsuna-nii…"


Ta-da! How was that? I hope it was ok and I hope you'll let me know with fifty words or less. Lol

I actually wanted B to be for boogeyman with Hamilton Howard "Albert" Fish as inspiration but it got dark; too dark. It got to the point where I was grossing myself out and could not keep writing. I deleted everything I had and started over with Bait instead. If you can stomach it, look up Albert Fish, the real-life boogeyman. Yikes!

So, thanks for reading and hope to see you next time on Lambo's Corner. You do not want to miss it!