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S W I T C E R O O
"Come on, Goggles! Lambo-san wants to show you his toys!" cackled the not-so-puffy-haired little boy. It had only been two weeks since his haircut, and yet he had already forgiven the little girl he was dragging towards his home. Lambo actually liked his new hair.
"Stop calling me that, Baka Ushi!" hissed the tiny girl as she attempted to pull away from the green-eyed monster's death grip. She hadn't even noticed she was being pulled up a set of stairs until the sound of a door being slammed open met her ears.
"Mama! Mako-chan's here to play~!" Lambo screeched, as if the quaint house was so big that he couldn't be heard using a normal voice.
"Oh? Mako-chan's here?" The smiling woman emerged from the kitchen as she came to greet the two, "Are you staying for dinner, Mako-chan?"
"No, I can't. I'm sorry." Mako smiled – not because she was happy, but because the woman's smile was contagious – and thanked Mrs. Sawada for the offer.
"It's alright, dear. Would you like some cookies?"
Mako beamed, genuinely happy, "That'd be amazing, Mrs. Sawada!"
"Oh! And maybe after you're done playing with Lambo-kun, you can take some home to your family!"
Mako willingly trailed behind the woman whom bustled into the kitchen. She watched as the brown haired woman lifted perfectly baked cookies off of a cookie sheet with a spatula.
"Mama! Mama! Lambo-san wants cookies, too!"
Mako almost jumped out of her skin upon hearing the loud child who literally clung to the woman's skirt.
"Where's I-pin, Mama?"
"She's still sick," Nana smiled, almost sadly, "So, she's resting in her room."
"AWW~!" whined the cow print wearing little boy, "But I wanna play with Goggles and Tail Head!"
"You shouldn't be so mean, Lambo-kun!" Nana scolded lightly, "I think you owe Mako-chan an apology."
Lambo turned to me, blinked, looked back up at Nana, and then looked at me.
"Sorry, Goggles-"
"Lambo!"
"Sorry, Mako-chan."
"That's better. Here you are."
"These are my Legos, I like building cool stuff with these! This is my rocket launcher! When my arch rival Reborn tries to be all cool, I shoot him and he runs crying to Mama! These are my dinosaurs! And this is the gun my family sent me for my birthday last year!"
The room had two beds, one on either side. It was like an invisible line separated the two.
On one side, Lambo's side, everything from toys to weapons littered the floor, accompanied by various pieces of food. The bed was messy and drawers hung halfway out of their slots.
On the other side, I-pin's side, everything was neat and tidy. The floor was spotless and the drawers were pushed closed. Even the bed, despite the girl coughing in her sleep beneath the covers, was neatly made somehow.
Mako stood somewhere in the middle, yet more on I-pin's side, with her eyes frozen wide from behind her camera lense. She scanned the room with the device, documenting the remains of what had to have been a hurricane.
"Goggles, are you even listening?"
"Stop calling me that!" the obsidian haired girl said absently, zooming in on the imaginary line between the two halves. How was it that not even a single toy, weapon, remain of food, or balled up piece of paper pass that line?
"Lambo-san was trying to show you his action figures!" the Bovino whined.
"Huh?" Mako swivled around, catching a glimpse of purple. Intrigued, she scanned the room again before her camera landed on a big, purple, barrel… thing.
"Baka Ushi!" Mako called excitedly, "What's that up there?"
"That?" Lambo also looked up, his eyes landing on the gadget, "The Ten Year Bazooka. It's for crybaby's, though."
"Which is why you have it, ne? What's it do?" asked the girl, who's focus turned to Lambo for a moment, before turning back to the Bazooka.
"It takes you to see Mama Komi," Lambo said, playing with his action figure.
"Who's that?" Mako asked, zooming in on the Bazooka.
"Mama Komi is really nice, like Mama Nana! Only Mama Komi isn't as old as Mama Nana is and she sleeps a lot!" Lambo grinned, "Mama Komi bakes lots! She wears goggles just like you, too! But Mama Komi doesn't look like a Mama anymore. She looks like a Daddy! She gets mad when I call her Daddy Komi, though. Plus, she's too soft to be a Daddy, anyway."
"She sounds like a nice person," Mako commented, putting the camera on Lambo, who had a thoughtful look on it.
"But sometimes Mama Komi is mean, but only if she didn't have any sleep. Sometimes she would hit me if I was being too loud, and then she'd let me nap with her. But sometimes, Stupidera is there and he'd be a buttface and bully me, but Mama Komi would pick me up and yell at him."
"Would it be okay if I met her?" Mako asked, being sucked into the story like all little kids.
Lambo gave the girl a sly smile, "Only if you let Lambo-san play with your camera."
Mako bit her lip, pulling the camera away from her face to look at it. She looked up at the Ten Year Bazooka, and then back at the camera.
"Okay," Mako agreed, "But don't break it."
"Mako-chan," sighed the seventeen year old boy, "You can't sleep all day."
"Why not~?" Mako whined, turning over to face the cow print adorned teen, "Between work and school, I haven't slept for days. I think a couple of hours of sleep isn't too much to ask for."
"Yare, yare," sighed the Thunder Guardian.
"You haven't slept, either. Why don't you join me?" Mako's hand latched onto Lambo's black splotched sleeve. Now-a-days, he barely wore the blazer that once went over the button up. His hair had gotten a bit longer, too, which saved his life when Bianchi was around.
Wordlessly, the Bovino slid beneath the top blanket. The two were separated by two layers – a thinner blanket and an even thinner sheet.
"You smell different," Lambo finally said as Mako pressed against him.
"Is that a bad thing?" Mako asked, looking up at Lambo.
"No," Lambo answered simply, fingering a long lock of hair behind the girl's quintuple pierced ears. His fingers gently brushed over the custom made jewelry, each shaped to form the letters of his name ('This way, I won't be eighty-three with stretched out tattoos,' she had said when showing him), "Just different. Sweet, like sugar and honey."
"'I love your new shampoo, Mako.'"
"I love your new shampoo, Mako," a smile crossed the boy's face, his open eye gliding closed, "And you look beautiful today."
"Aw, I didn't ask for all of that," Mako's lips pulled into a smile as she cuddled closer to her boyfriend and buried her face into the thin fabric of that shirt she absolutely hated ('But I suppose it looks good on you,' she once admitted grudgingly), "But thanks. You've been looking very appealing lately, as well."
BANG!
The pink smoke that filled the air cleared, revealing a seven year old Mako. The little girl coughed, clenching onto Lambo's shirt.
The teenager's eye opened questioningly.
"Yare, yare," sighed the older Thunder Guardian, the sound of his voice startling the girl as she practically leaped to the other side of the bed.
"W-who're you?" the tiny girl nearly shrieked, causing the almost-fully-grown Lambo to sigh.
"I'm Lambo," he said casually.
"You're not, you pervert!" Mini Mako, which Lambo would call her should he ever see her again after that incident, shrieked, "You're just a perverted old man, holding me like that!"
"You were the one clenching on to me," Lambo pointed out.
Mini Mako flushed from head to toe, "I-I- What's your name? I'll tell my brother to bite you to death!"
"I already told you, I'm Lambo."
"But Lambo's my age!"
"I'm the Lambo from this time."
"This time?"
"You're in the future, Mini Mako. This is the apartment that you and I share when we're older."
"S-share an apartment? Why would we do that?"
"Yare, yare… it's a little complicated to explain."
Mini Mako huffed, "Explain!"
"Oh, it's you."
"Mama Komi!" Lambo jumped the girl, "You don't look like a boy anymore!"
"Ah, Little Lambo, where are we?" asked the young woman from the future.
"We're in my room!" Little Lambo waved his arms dramatically.
The girl scanned the room once, her expression darkening.
"Lambo."
"Yes?" The young Bovino asked innocently.
"Why is your room such a mess?"
"Ah…" Lambo looked around, as if noticing the room's condition for the first time, "Reborn did it!"
"Clean it up." 'Mama Komi' ordered.
"But I don't wanna-! OW! MAMA KOMI HIT LAMBO-SAN! WAHHHH!"
The little boy ran towards the bazooka, but older Mako snatched it up before he could jump inside.
"Clean it up. NOW!"
So, for the next five minutes, Lambo bustled around the room, picking up his things at the speed of light while Mama Komi made his bed and laid on it.
There was an audible bang, and Mako was seven years old again. The youngest Hibari sat up quickly and looked around, marvled by the spotless room. Lambo, who was pushing his last drawer back into it's appropriate place when this happened, and looked up at the girl before heaving a sigh of relief and plopping back on his butt.
"What happened?" asked the girl.
"Yare, yare," seventeen-year-old Lambo sighed, picturing his younger, much louder self, "She fell asleep even though she was with the younger me."
She must be superwoman.
Okkie, so I thought it was time to say 'hi'!
SO HIIIIII!
Also, I think I put the breaks in the right places...
xoxo, builtbymachines