This one is a little longer than usual. Because there was a lot to write, but in the end it was just a little fluff about big brothers being protective. I'll update more later today!

Lambo barely had time to gasp before he was grabbed and thrown into the backseat of a van. He felt the engine come alive with a roar and he held back the bile as the nauseating ride began. His heart was thudding so loudly he feared his captors would hear it. The bulky man sitting next to him soundlessly bound his feet and arms, rendering his struggle futile.

"Heh, imagine the ransom. I heard the Vongola is filthy rich."

The thirteen-year-old's shout of anger was cut off when the man slapped duct tape over his mouth, as if he had predicted it.

"Knock the brat out for now, we don't need him seeing where he's going."

And that was the last Lambo heard before the strong smell of chloroform overwhelmed his senses and darkness took over.

Tsuna stopped mid-sentence, looking outside the window. His Hyper Intuition had been tingling since the start of the day. He fingered his Vongola ring, eyebrows curving into a frown.

"What's wrong?" Yamamto followed his gaze.

"Something… I'm worried. Has Lambo come back from school yet?"

As if to answer his question, the telephone began to ring. The two glanced at each other, their expressions grim. They headed to the dining room with haste and the Rain Guardian picked up the call.

"This is the Vongola mansion."

A low cackle answered him from the other end. "We've got your brat, and if you want him safe you better hand us money."

Yamamoto's twinkling eyes hardened and he ran his hands lightly over his weapons.

"He had better be safe."

"Oh, he couldn't be in a better condition. Just a little bump on his precious head. Here, brat, let 'em hear your voice."

"Hello…?"

"Lambo!" Yamamoto started, trying to keep the tension seeping into his voice. "Are you safe?"

"Nyahaha, I couldn't be better," the boy put up a brave front but Yamamoto could discern the slight tremble in his voice.

"Outta the way, brat, that's enough. If you want him back, bring 5 million euros to the dock near the loading port at the south."

Before Yamamoto could respond, the caller hung up with a definite click.

He looked up into Tsuna's eyes, the epitome of calm before a storm. "Whoever it is, they've kidnapped Lambo."

Tsuna nodded, slipping his black jacket over his prominent orange dress shirt.

"Looks like they don't quite know exactly who they're picking a fight with. Takeshi, get in contact with Hayato and explain the situation to him. We'll meet him on the way."

Yamamoto nodded, absentmindedly tracing the scar on his chin. He smiled wryly. "They truly will have a hurricane of bombs raining down on them soon enough."

Lambo shivered in the corner of the warehouse he had been unceremoniously dumped. He knew that his family was far too strong to succumb to this pair of idiots who had decided capturing him would ensure their safety. Light flickered faintly through the broken windows and illuminated the shadows of his kidnappers.

If it weren't for the fact that his hands were tied up, he could have attempted to grab his grenades.

He wiggled to the side, trying to find an item to cut through his bindings.

"Oi, brat!" The bigger of the two men fired a shot in his direction and it grazed his cheek. Lambo winced, feeling a trickle of blood run down his cheek. "Don't try anything funny."

He rolled to his side, breathing the foul smell of the duct tape and desperately holding back the tears that threatened to fall.

"Stupid cow, you can… hold my hand. It's just the dark, there's nothing to be scared of."

"Who'd want to hold your hand!" the nine-year-old Lambo yelped, glaring in the direction of the silver-haired Storm Guardian.

"Why you!" Gokudera snarled, grabbing the boy by his shoulders and pulling his cheek rather violently.

Lambo fell silent, looking down. He was terrified. More than anything, he would have clung onto the older boy but his pride was getting in his way.

"Don't worry," Gokudera sighed, looking in the opposite direction. "The Tenth will come to find us. You know he will." He placed his hand on Lambo's head, the weight warm and reassuring.

In the minefield of explosives that could blow them to pieces with just one misstep, Lambo nodded, eyes cast downwards. There was no way he was crying. Absolutely no way.

The side of the warehouse exploded with a resounding bang and Lambo was swept up in an instant, away from the destruction.

"Sorry for taking so long, Lambo," Yamamoto grinned apologetically, his katana drawn before them.

The boy looked up and through the dust, Tsuna hovered above the ground. His golden flame was burning brightly on his forehead and in an instant, the two men were cowering on the ground.

He looked up, his deep amber eyes boring into Lambo's own.

"We're going home, Lambo."

"Idiot," Gokudera tore the duct tape off his mouth, his brilliant emerald eyes reflecting turbulent emotions. "If you're going to let yourself be kidnapped, at least find us stronger opponents."

"Of course," Lambo sniffled. "This was just a test. The real thing's a lot more difficult so watch out!"