A/N: When I was editing this chapter, I was very confused. Mind you, I wrote this three years ago, so a lot of the things I was trying to convey is gone from my memories now. Though, it doesn't really matter as I kinda interpreted the best way I could. I do believe the starting chapters are a bit slow, but by the next chapter, things should be picked up quickly. Just hold on!

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Turns out, that man happens to be his father. Additionally, his father happens to be the Bovino Boss. Adding to that, Lambo wants no part of this. Absolutely. NOT. He couldn't help but cry frustrated tears at his pitiful situation, glaring daggers around his crib that fenced his escape to sweet liberty. He had believed, for a microscopic moment that this was all just a huge misunderstanding, but hearing the term 'Bovino Famiglia' on repeat left very little to imagine to the new-born.

Lambo sucked on his lip to muffle the cries less he notified his wet nurse again. He'd rather avoid such a scarring event until its completely necessary and right now, it wasn't. Though, the identities of his parents were. From what he's gathered over the few days, the woman that had birthed him was called Maria, anything other than that was still a mystery to Lambo. After all, there is only so much he can decipher with his meager skill in Italian as he listened in on his nursemaids' conversations. That's why he's grateful for the Spanish classes he took when he was in high school as it allowed him to get some gist of the story being whispered around.

It's…not as surprising as he expected it to be when he found out his birth was akin to that of a political agreement.

It explains a lot about their behaviour that night. At his parents' (—could he even call them that?) complete disregard for his well-being as they traded him around as if a long-awaited tool. At the genuine fright Lambo had felt towards the two adults that were supposed to take care of him. It was…a bit of a let-down as he compared them with his old parents. Recalling people who'd been there for him every step of the way and had cared for him. People who've told him they loved him more times than he could count.

Lambo knows it's not going to be the same this time around.

The more he thought about it, the more worried he was about how he'll be treated from now on.

Glancing towards the busy nursemaid shuffling through the books by the vast cabinet, Lambo found himself sighing. Issues aside, Lambo had even more dire problems to prioritize. Like learning Italian, Japanese, and his new role in this world of what he had previously defined as 'just another anime in my watched list'. God, how he regrets it now.

But it's not going to be hard, right? He just got to adjust a little, act a little obnoxious, and perfect a laugh that will grate his ears. He'll cry for plot, display an ego the size of Uranus, and among other things! Somehow he'll make it through. It's not going to be hard or anything. Not at all.

Lambo promptly dropped his face into his soft hands and screamed into them. Who was he kidding, he'd rather die again than be caught acting that way! His pride will have none of it. No way.

Staring at his babified hands, he could only think about the inevitable changes his appearance will bring—the chaos Lambo and Oliver will bring.

He snorted.

"Oh? Is Young Master Lambo hungry again?" Lambo paled, seeing the resigned face of his wet nurse leaning over his crib. The woman smiled kindly as she reached for him, and unable to run away or grab the poles to save himself, Lambo had been lifted into the air. He watched with horrified eyes as she started unbuttoning the top part of her dress all the while bringing him closer.

Nonononononono, OH GOD N—

After the traumatic months passed by, the nursemaids finally trusted Lambo enough to let him play outside his crib much to his delight. It had been a relief to the infant who'd almost started a mutiny against them, glad he didn't have to resort to such drastic measures. In the end, he'd hate to impose on the only people who've bothered to care for him so far. God knows his own birth parents wouldn't be visiting anytime soon.

Though, it wasn't like he could do much outside of his crib either, Lambo thought sullenly as he stared at the scattered toys around him. Despite being a baby, Lambo knows he's outgrown these childish gestures of playing with toys, no matter how much he tries to entertain himself with them. It was bland, mundane almost, and he's dying of sheer boredom.

Even when his boredom had been sated somewhat after the recent stunt his caretakers had pulled last month.

It had been a slow day, everyone felt stagnant at the lack of activity and gossip that could fuel them for days. So in a fit of shared boredom, Lambo had watched as his caretakers built a pyramidal structure from scratch with his wooden block toys. Nothing necessarily impressive until they started spelling things with them.

It had started with simple things like what day of the week it was, which then branched out to the months, which then branched out to colours and so on. It was only after a backhanded comment thrown into the air that seemed to fuel some sort of new inspiration in his caretakers as they all gained a frightening gleam in their eyes. It had been startling as Lambo's never seen such fervour in his caretakers before and had only watched in fascination as they started writing something new with the blocks. When Lambo realised what they wrote, he had howled with laughter.

'THE BOVINO BOSS IS AN ASSHOLE' is what it read and it was hilarious.

And just when he thought the day couldn't be any better, he had convulsed in another set of laughter when the guards outside flung open at his shrieking howls, demanding what was happening. Only to be met with the youngest maid sending a splendid high kick with a panicked cry of 'hi-ya' to their pyramidal structure. The blocks flying across the room had been beautiful—made even more so when one of the blocks smashed itself to the eye of one shell-shocked bodyguard.

Seeing the stupefied faces of the guards, the maids horrified ones and the crying man whimpering on the floor, Lambo had all but tilted to the floor in shaking fits. His caretakers had terrified themselves thinking he'd die right then and there from his endless cackling that had only sounded like choked hiccups to them.

All in all, he loved his caretakers. Only when they weren't busy tending to other things, leaving him to poke at his cow stuffed toy alone. Lambo puffed his cheeks, annoyed at the marble eyes staring straight back at him as if mocking him and expeditiously pushed it away. The stuffed toy had only tilted sideways with a soundless flop, laying unmoving and boring in front of Lambo.

He had almost cried at the sight. Almost.

Looking around, Lambo sought out anything of interest to pass the time, or more specifically, anything to explore with. Which was proven futile as his caretakers took great measures to ensure his overall safety remained as so and baby-proofed the room to utmost perfection. Too perfect, actually. And it made Lambo (—Oliver—) sorely disappointed.

Sucking on his bottom lip, Lambo sent a pleasing look at his current caretaker watching over him, making sure to amplify the cuteness meter by widening his eyes to an impossible but shiny degree. He slumped his shoulders in defeat when he noticed she was still busy folding the newly dried towels with an endearing amount of concentration, abandoning him to his overwhelming boredom. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. If Lambo had thought being a baby was easier than studying for exams, then he was sorely mistaken.

Giving up, Lambo let himself tip sideways like his fallen counterpart, cushioning his head against the fluffy toy. With a miserable groan, Lambo eyed the rows of books lining across the rich mahogany shelves in front of him, scanning the titles in ennui fashion. Resting his sights on one specific title, Lambo widened his eyes as he abruptly sat up, face lighting up with glee. Crawling as quick as he could with his powerless limbs, Lambo reached the bottom of the shelves in record time, chubby hands extended to grab what he desired. On the other hand, his happiness was short-lived when he realised exactly how high the bookcase was compared to him.

The realisation that his only cure for his boredom had been put to a stop because of a measly thing called height, a weakness unheard of when he had still been Oliver, irked him to no end. It was ludicrous, preposterous, inane or any other synonyms denoted from crazy! Swirling his head sharply to the side, Lambo narrowed his eyes.

He delivered a high-pitch wail, satisfied when his caretaker jumped at the sound and lifted her head frantically in search. She was young, a healthy glow to her face as her blue-grey eyes blinked rapidly, blond hair pulled into a neat bun as she wore the standard maid uniform of the Bovino house. The woman rose to a stand when she spotted where her charge was crying from, patting her uniform dress to avoid wrinkles and sauntered towards him. With a worried smile, the nursemaid bent down to retrieve Lambo from the floor, rocking him.

"What's wrong, my little young master?" She cooed, trying to soothe whatever had made him cry.

As if Lambo understood what she was asking, he pointed stubbornly at the book lodged between two larger ones, whimpering for added effect and grabby hands to say 'I want that!' The maid followed the direction of his hands, and from the momentarily widening of her eyes, Lambo knew she was taken aback. After all, it's not every day an infant demand to be handed a book titled quite blatantly, Italian for Dummies. She blinked for a while, but wordlessly did what she was told and pulled it out from its place, albeit a bit dazed.

Lambo, having no plans to be seen as a freak or a genius, latched onto the book and flailed it around as if fascinated by the color of the cover. Gurgling happily while cuddling it into his chest and mentally exhaled in relief when the nursemaid's look of shock melted to a fond one. She shook her head as if dispelling stray thoughts and placed a reassuring pat on his back before putting him back down next to his stuffed cow. Pecking his forehead, the nursemaid went back to folding towels.

This is why Nina is his favourite. She was the sweetest and the kindest soul out of all his caretakers. Spending a prolonged time with him despite the fact her shift had ended a while ago and had chosen to spend time with him out of her own free will. Sending those blocks flying across the room had only made him love her even more. It was Nina who made him laugh for the first time since his death and rebirth. When he'd been distressed over his predicament and acclimation, Nina was the one who helped make it easier. It was just…nice, having her around his presence.

Watching her go with an affectionate gaze and double-checking that she wasn't looking, Lambo crawled to a stealthy spot and hid the sight of him actually reading the book. With a triumphant smile, Lambo opened the first pages of the book and started to learn, exploring the new language.

After all, Lambo still had so much time before he meets Tsuna.

After several months passed and long hours of studying, Lambo could say with confidence that he's gotten at least the basics down to heart. It was a shaky start as he didn't have a lot of materials to work with, but repeating it enough and listening close to Nina and the others, he'd grinned when he started to understand most of it.

It was a huge accomplishment to Lambo as he hadn't needed to furrow his brows anymore at the people talking over his head, trying and failing to understand a lick of what they were saying. Now that he could understand, it was understandable why he recoiled when he overheard his caretakers talking about a new visitor that wasn't just limited to his nursery unit or guards.

"Have you heard?" One of the older nurses, Rose, gushed to Nina.

"Hear what?" Nina asked from where she was brushing her hands with her apron.

"Miss Ottavia is coming to visit the Young Master!" The corpulent woman cheered, and Lambo lifted his head at the suddenly interesting topic.

Nina gasped in surprise, "Truly?"

"Yes," Rose agreed excitedly. "It's about time someone visited the little on, and I'm glad that it'll be Miss Ottavia who'll be the first to do so. We both know those parents of his won't be coming anytime soon."

She sighed with disdain, "Those heartless people."

Nina faltered, a despondent smile crossing her lips at her words. The infant only stared at them for a moment before sliding his eyes away. It…gets a bit redundant, seeing the pity in their eyes. Becoming wearier than annoyed at the increasing looks he gets. Like a constant reminder of what he's lost by becoming Lambo Bovino. A reminder that he'll no longer be able to get back the things he had as Oliver.

He'd accepted that his life was going to be different this time around and that the father wouldn't care and that the mother wouldn't be there. He'd prepared himself for that, he'd thought he was ready for that. It was with a dawning realisation that he came to the conclusion that he really hadn't. The disconnected bonds of this family unnerving to Lambo who'd recently lost the ones he truly cared for. There was a perpetual grief in his chest at his loss.

For a brief moment, he wonders if he'll ever have—

"—but that's great!" Nina beamed. "I can't wait for Miss Ottavia to meet her nephew."

Lambo snapped his head up in shock, her what now?

"Though I do wonder why she decided to come now of all time. It's already been 6 months! I would have thought she'd visited sooner." Nina inquired, a concerned sheen in her eyes.

Rose hummed, "I heard the Bovino Boss had firmly told his sister to leave his son alone, lest he be influenced by Miss Ottavia's ideals and botch his plans for Young Master Lambo's upbringing. I heard she threw a fit at that."

His father's sister? Lambo's pretty sure he's gaping at this point as he continued to listen to whatever his caretakers were saying. Torn between feeling giddy at the possibility of a family member that seemed to actually care or worried that she'd be no different from the cold man that had brought him into this world. Yet, Lambo couldn't deny the growing hope in his chest that dominated all thoughts, a smile brightening on his face. All he could think about was how excited he was to meet his aunt.

And when the time came, Lambo hadn't expected it.

It had started with a bang of a door that startled him to wit's end as it made him recall another set of memories of a man pointing a gun at him. At the piercing screams and blood-streaked everywhere beneath him as he gasped and tried to breathe. With a shaky breath, Lambo trailed a wary gaze at the person by the doorway, and swiftly blinked.

With a delicate hand on the door, a woman wearing a suit jacket and black knee-high pants hunched over herself. Black curly hair falling over her face like a curtain as her legs were spread to support her heaving weight. Panting like she had run a hundred miles just to reach his nursery room.

Lifting her head, Lambo marvelled at how beautiful she was. Almost like a carbon copy of his father except kinder and nicer and overall brighter. Brown eyes twinkled at the sight of him sitting dumbly at the floor, mouth sucking on a baby flash, and then grinned widely.

Nina jumped at the sudden noise, turning startled eyes at the newcomer and fumbled nervously.

"Miss Ottavia! You've arrived earlier than we expected." She exclaimed, causing the woman—his aunt, to giggle.

"I just couldn't wait any longer!" Ottavia yelled brightly, resting her eyes on Lambo who was still gazing at her with wide eyes.

With a nod, the woman walked towards him with confident steps, stopping before him with a clack of her short-heeled shoes. Bending her knees, Ottavia appeased to the child with a gentle smile and prodded a finger into his plumb hands as if a greeting.

"Hello, Lambo." Ottavia began, brown orbs glimmering. "I'm Ottavia. Your aunt!"

A/N: Did you know that Aunt Ottavia is a real character in the KHR-universe? Although she was called 'Ottavio' rather than 'Ottavia', but I thought since there already is an Ottavio from the Varia side-story I should give her a different spelling. I just thought it would be nice to expand upon a character that was mentioned only once in the actual manga and since she's actually Lambo's aunt, I thought it was fitting.

Thanks for reading!

If your wondering, from when I last checked, I already have 7 chapters written for this story and reaches about +30,000 words. So I hope you'll look forward to those. After that, it'll be a slower updating period depending if I have time.

EDIT: My god, pasting stories in fanfiction does not come with italics, I had to personally hunt down all my italics again TAT