Sorry about not really updating...my friends kinda moving away so I've been doing a lot of stuff with her and haven't really had time for FFN. Oh and lots of other shit happened but I won't bore you with details.

Disclaimer: Do the stars in the sky belong to anyone? Yes. And so does Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Oh and one more confusing thing let's get Tsuna's sexuality straight (hehehe bad joke). Ok at the start of middle school and through his young life Tsuna was straight then he went bi later on in middle school, then he stayed bi in high school and university and now he is gay. I know it's weird but that was just the way I planned it. I'll probably have some back story on it later, never fear.

Also someone said that they totally forgot why Yamamoto was being all random so: Yamamoto sniffed a strange flower and he got high off of it. He now does very random things, says very random thing and is generally very random.

Yes this is a very long beginning. I hope you read it all *waves stern finger*, *finger begins cramping*, *ignores it*, *Finger falls off, attempts to stick it back on again*. And that's why you should never point kiddies!

~With Ryohei and Lambo~

"Hey Lambo it's looking extremely dark isn't it?" Ryohei observed.

"Of course it's looking dark turf-top it must be late afternoon by now!" Lambo exclaimed.

"But then...where's Mukuro, Hibari and Tsuna!-?" Ryohei asked loudly.

"T-they're probably trying to find us right now, they wouldn't forget about us...would they?"

"They're our extreme friends, how could they!-?" Ryohei yelled.

Then there was a crunching noise and a minute later it registered in Ryohei's brain that there were people moving around in the bushes that surrounded them. Another minute and Ryohei realized they were trapped.

That was what they got for yelling so loud in the middle of a silent forest.

"Lambo you have to stay extremely calm about what I'm about to tell you," Ryohei said in the softest register he could use without making little more than a squeak.

"Yes?"

"We may or may not be extremely surrounded by potentially non-extreme people," Ryohei informed Lambo.

"You should have told me that earlier idiot!" Lambo whispered loudly.

"Well if someone wasn't being so distracting an-"

"Freeze!" the people who were encircling them suddenly shouted, jumping out of the bushes, brandishing guns and other weapons.

"What should we do?" Lambo whined, "without Tsuna how are we supposed to know what the right course of action is?"

"I know what the extreme thing to do is," Ryohei said, restoring what little faith Lambo had in him.

"We surrender!" Ryohei shouted. And here was where Lambo's faith in the white haired boxer departed, never to return again.

~With the rest of the 10th generation Vongola~

"I'm tired," Enma moaned.

"I'm hungry," Tsuna sighed.

"I'm potato," Yamamoto interjected.

"I'm irritated," Gokudera complained.

"I'm going to bite someone to death soon," Hibari mumbled.

"I'm not sure why I'm even here," Reborn grumbled.

"I'm...going to go kill myself," Mukuro said, picking up a lamp and breaking it against the wooden stand.

"Hey, Mukuro, stop that!" Tsuna exclaimed, rising from his seat by the fire to approach his suicidal friend.

"I'd rather be dead than listen to you all bitch and moan for the next...I don't know...year or something and all while having to deal with...with everything that's happened," Mukuro said, holding the lamp up to his throat.

"Oi, Mukuro, quit joking around, that's not funny," Gokudera said furiously, pushing up from his chair to stand behind Tsuna who was sending reassuring looks Mukuro's way.

"Well, it's not like I'll be gone for long. I'll just take a nice trip to hell and come out the other side in a matter of months," Mukuro explained.

Something snapped inside Tsuna. "That's...fucking stupid," he said angrily, "so what if things aren't going your way? Who cares if everything's upside down and inside out? We signed up for that when we joined the mafia, so don't say dumb shit like that now. You can't back down this late in the game and at this point in time there's only one way to go from here and that's up."

"I..."

"Hey everyone, we're back with dinner!" Giotto said with excitement, as Daemon wheeled a cart filled with food into the room. Both freezing when they saw the suspicious scene before them.

Instantaneously both Daemon and Giotto sprung into action.

The illusionist knocked the jagged lamp out of Mukuro's grasp as the first Vongola boss grabbed him from behind, holding him in an inescapable grip.

"Let me go!" Mukuro exclaimed.

"Not until someone explains to me what is going on," Giotto replied sharply.

"..."

"Well then I'll have to assume that this boy," the blonde said, bringing attention to the irritated illusionist at his mercy, "is part of the group skulking around the estate and was going to commit suicide to protect his famiglia and ensure we do not gain any information about this mysterious family."

"No!" the group exclaimed.

"Well?" Daemon prompted.

Seeing that his boss was still fuming Gokudera took it upon himself to answer, "...you're right about the suicide bit, but it wasn't because he's from another family..." Technically he's from your family, Gokudera thought.

"It's because he's an idiot!" Tsuna suddenly said.

"Eh?"

"He's a stupid, useless, lazy, egotistical sadist...but he's family so...please, don't hurt him," Tsuna said, caramel eyes meeting with flaming yellow.

"But we still need some answers! You can't jus-"

"Daemon," Giotto warned.

"What!-? I wasn't doing anything wrong, he-" Daemon retorted.

"You know the importance of family," Giotto interrupted pointedly.

"So he gets off scot free because that kid mentioned family!-?" Daemon explained, pointing to Mukuro then at Tsuna, seething from within.

"No, it's because we will get nowhere interrogating an innocent teen from a family that loves him and shows no ill intent towards us," Giotto retaliated.

"This is bullshit, I'm going out! You babysit for now!" Daemon exclaimed, dramatically stomping out of the room.

"Daemon!" Giotto called after the illusionist.

"What!-?"

"Stay safe!"

"Idiot!" was the illusionist's muffled reply.

A smile made its way across Giotto's lips as he released Mukuro from his death grip. At the end of the day Daemon was a good guy, no matter what anyone else said.

"Moving on," Giotto started, "you can take whatever you want from the cart but if there's any disputes about who-gets-what I'm taking it all away."

"Got it," Enma replied.

"I wonder about the mushroom in the big sky of Albasaur," Yamamoto said dreamily, swaying where he stood.

"What?" Reborn questioned just as Yamamoto fell back, landing on the chair Gokudera had previously occupied.

"Yamamoto!" Tsuna exclaimed, going over to his rain guardian and shaking him, genuinely worried about his companion.

"He's fine, leave him," Giotto said, "he's just sleeping off the remaining hallucinogenic effects of the flower."

"O-okay..." Tsuna replied.

"Now, let's eat," Reborn said, his eyes flashing from underneath his over-sized fedora.

"Ah! We can't let Reborn anywhere near the food before we grab something, he'll eat the lot!" Tsuna exclaimed.

"Take evasive action!" Gokudera shouted.

"Hibari, distract him, Enma, cover Hibari, Mukuro, take care of Yamamoto, Gokudera, you're with me. We're going to save this food!" Tsuna bellowed.

It was pandemonium.

There were limbs being carelessly thrown around, a cloud of unexplainable dust had settled upon the three fighting teens and inaudible sentences were constantly being shouted at full volume.

To be honest it was kind of scary.

"We've successfully saved our share, release the Reborn!" Tsuna yelled over the chaos.

Then it was over...or so Giotto thought.

Reborn didn't eat the food. He devoured it.

Once it disappeared beyond the black-haired teen's shadowed fedora it was lost forever. A black, gaping abyss had replaced what used to be Reborn's face. No wonder the group of teens had to go to so much effort to 'save' the food.

And now, there they sat, innocently munching away on fancy cooking as Reborn sucked up all that he was given.

Though there were many things amiss with the situation. For one, the cluster of teens seemed unfazed by the grandeur of the dishes they were eating, though the teens themselves looked like dirty, run-down peasants. Their clothes were well tailored however much too big. They were relaxed yet immediately ready to spring into action if needed. Something very strange was going on here and Giotto was determined to find out what it was.

"Let's try this again, where are you fr-"

"Pineapple head pass me that soup dish or I'll bite you to death," Hibari commanded.

"Kufufu, come and get it, Skylark," Mukuro replied, picking up the dish and holding it mockingly before him, back to his usual, annoying self.

"Oh I will," Hibari said, dropping his cutlery and plate on the ground and heading threateningly towards the blue haired menace.

"Sit," Tsuna ordered, "and Mukuro, pass Hibari the soup."

"...Fine," Mukuro sighed, offering the bowl to Hibari who swiftly snatched it away, glaring daggers at the illusionist.

Giotto watched the exchange, torn between amusement and wonder. Amusement at how similar Mukuro and Hibari were to Alaude and Daemon and wonder at how with a simple sentence, Tsuna had both teens sitting down quietly, eating peacefully one more.

If Giotto tried to do that with Daemon and Alaude they would probably turn on the blonde and both try to beat the crap out of him.

Some thing's Giotto didn't think he'd ever understand about the group of teens in front of him.

~Back with Lambo and Ryohei~

It was dark. So dark...and cold.

In his current state Lambo didn't think he'd last more than a few days in...where ever he was.

"Lambo!" he heard Ryohei suddenly call.

"I-I'm here," Lambo stuttered, his teeth chattering. He'd forgotten how deceptively vulnerable he was as a toddler.

Sure he could take a few hits, even get electrocuted a couple of times, but when it came down to it his body was still that of a weak child. However this time his mind was that of a teenage boy and he understood the way's of the mafia much more now.

He knew they'd been kidnapped. He knew it had something to do with the fight between the Vongola and...whoever. And he knew that there was no guarantee that they would spare a toddler.

What he didn't know was if Tsuna was going to save him. Because he didn't have it anymore. The naive reassurance that every time something bad happened Tsuna would be there to make it better, and god, how he wished he was a child again. A proper child, in body and mind.

...But he wasn't a child anymore; not really, he was a teen, a young adult if anything.

He wasn't a child.

Tsuna was wrong. (A/N: Seems kind of random but dammit I have a hell of a lot of weird back story to get through and according to me not enough chapters to get through it all.)

##FLASH BACK##

"Hey, Tsuna, can we talk?" Lambo asked.

"Sure, what is it Lambo?" Tsuna questioned, patting the bed beside him, inviting the black-haired boy to sit down.

Lambo complied and sat, awkwardly play with the edge of his jacket and desperately trying to avoid eye contact with Tsuna.

This had got to be the most embarrassing, nerve-wracking thing he was ever going to do.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Tsuna prompted.

"Hey Tsuna, have you...ever thought of a friend in more than just...a friendly way?" Lambo inquired.

"Yes...but that didn't work out so well," Tsuna said, almost to himself, before quickly snapping out of his dazed state, "but that doesn't mean it won't work out for you!" Tsuna continued to say, flustered.

Then it occurred to Lambo. It was time. Now was the exact right time to tell Tsuna how he felt. The ice had been broken and it wasn't so late in the conversation that they were getting off topic. It had to be in this perfect, silent moment.

"Ah...ummm...er," Lambo said, stumbling over his words, trying to just get out the 'I like you!' that was trapped inside of him. "I like...someone!" he yelled, close to tears. Why couldn't he just say it!-?

"So this is what you wanted to talk about," Tsuna said with a knowing smile, "who is it? You can tell me, I promise not to tell anyone!"

And poor Lambo simply sat there as Tsuna animatedly attempted to get Lambo to 'fess up.

"Is it I-Pin?" Tsuna guessed.

"No way!"

"Erm...someone from school?" Tsuna asked.

"No!"

"Oh, ummm I know, I know! Kyoko! Or maybe Haru...I know they're older but those types of crushes aren't unusual...however then there's th-" Tsuna drawled.

"-They're older t-than me...but it's not Kyoko or Haru," Lambo interrupted shyly.

"Lambo, I'm running out of people, just tell me already!" Tsuna said, exasperated.

"I umm...it's just," Lambo stammered.

"You know, it's ok if you don't really want to tell me," Tsuna said with a kind, brotherly smile.

"It's not ok!" Lambo exclaimed all of a sudden, unexpectedly standing up to stare deep into Tsuna's wide eyes. "I built up all my courage for this day and it's still not enough! I rehearsed hundreds of facial expressions in the mirror, I talked this over with I-Pin more times than I can count and I spent the past three months thinking of the perfect way to say 'I like you, Tsuna'...and-and now it's just all gone down t-the drain," the black haired boy sobbed.

Tsuna's expression softened. "Lambo," he said in kind, heartfelt tone, "I think you're confused, you're still a child, you don't really know what it's like to 'like' or 'love' someone."

"I do! I-I like you!" Lambo protested.

"Lambo," Tsuna said, slightly firmer this time. "This is just a crush, if anything, you don't really 'like' me in the way you think you do," Tsuna said, trying to help his thunder guardian sort out his adolescent feelings.

"But I do!" Lambo exclaimed persistently, "why can't you see that?"

"I'm sorry, but it's just not going to happen Lambo; you're my thunder guardian, you're like a little brother to me and we're 8 years apart!"

"So what if you're 18 already, that sort of stuff doesn't matter to me!" the black haired boy said.

"I really don-"

"No!" Lambo cried, throwing himself at Tsuna, smashing their lips together in a haphazard kiss.

Tsuna's eyes widened comically and he immediately pushed the distressed, black haired boy away. The 10th Vongola boss then disentangled himself from his thunder guardian, brows furrowing as he looked at the teary mess that was Lambo.

"See Lambo, you tell me you're not a child but when you can't get something by asking for it you take it," Tsuna said.

"Bu-But...that was..." Lambo stuttered.

"It was childish," Tsuna said firmly.

"Tsuna...y-you're a bully," the thunder guardian sobbed, wiping away the tears that were flowing down his cheeks with the back of his hand.

"It'd be more painful if I strung you along," Tsuna said quietly. It would also be very, very illegal, he mentally added.

Then Tsuna reached over and closed the gap between them by placing his hand atop Lambo's mop of straight, black hair. Petting the crying boy lightly.

"There, there," Tsuna comforted, "next time you decide to like someone I highly suggest looking round your age group."

"..."

"Now, I have some irritating homework to do," Tsuna told the boy, rising from the bed. "Here's a tissue", he said, handing Lambo a white tissue that seemed to appear out of thin air, "and I'll see you at dinner."

Then Lambo was left all alone.

"...So cool," he mumbled to himself. Leaning back on the bed, clutching the tissue to his chest.

I think I might have fallen in love, Lambo thought in the back of his head as he was lulled to sleep by the scent that was emanating from the Tsuna's bed.

The cake/lemon/lime was a lie!

You know I just made up a new word. The word 'procastication' shall now replace 'procrastination' in the English language.

And not that anyone cares (though I'm going to tell you about it anyway) I recently attended my first convention! And it was amazingly awesome and I am especially happy because I obtained a cloud ring and a Vongola pin :D (along with many other things but I'm not gonna list 'em all).

Oh and IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! Yay~

And so tah, tah for now my lovely readers!