Lambo slowly came to. His mind numb, he stumbled to the door and – for long, confusing minutes – couldn't figure out how to escape the conference room. He finally managed to break free from his own barricade, his wide emerald green eyes blank and distant as he swayed and tripped down the hall towards his room.

He plopped down on his bed, eyes on the ceiling but not really seeing the tart grape green paint.

"… Gwa hah hah!" He eventually snapped back to his senses, sitting up in the bed as he giggled wickedly to himself. "I'm ready!" He pumped a fist in the air. "Prepare yourself!" He smirked at his unseen foe, leaping off of his bed and going about creating his new plan.

Some time later, Reborn was walking into his bedroom. He was in a less than happy mood, having just gone to Spanner for repairs in one of the Vongola hideouts, seeing as how Giannini was further away than Spanner, and had found the blonde instead fondling a sleeping Shoichi, a mini-Mosca watching them with a video camera in hand.

Usually, he would have found that amusing – but after having just come back from a mission where he actually caught a burn from a flying bullet only to witness Yamamoto giving Gokudera head and then Mukuro raping Tsuna into the wall, nothing was amusing anymore.

He was going to shoot the next person he saw. No matter whom that person happened to be.

He opened his door, trigger finger already twitching towards his gun in anticipation.

"Reborn!" Oh, goodie… the one person he wouldn't mind shooting no matter his mood.

And then he lifted his head to glare at the damned cow-child. Who was, for one reason or another, positioned on all fours in the center of his bed. Oh, and he was naked.

Lambo looked under one arm at him, a large, triumphant grin on his lips. "Reborn! You've finally arrived!" He snickered deviously. "I, Lambo, shall – ! … shall – ! …" His smirk disappeared as he scratched his chin in thought. "… Seduce you!" Having remembered the word that had clearly slipped his mind, he leered at Reborn once more.

The hitman pulled out his Beretta and pointed it blank range at the Lambo. "You have three seconds to put your clothes on and leave." He clicked the safety off. "One."

The cow-child pouted and crawled the length of the bed towards him. "No!"

Reborn paused at the outright defiance. "… What?"

Lambo smirked. "No. I'm not going until we have sex!"

Reborn had the odd urge to slap himself. And then slap Lambo, but that wasn't so odd. "First of all, you're annoying; I'm not going to have sex with an annoying child." He glowered at said child. "Second of all, you're underage." He pointed at the door. "Get out."

Lambo tilted his head curiously. "There's an age you have to be to have sex?"

"16 and older." Reborn found Lambo's cow-print pajamas on the floor and threw them at the child. "Now get out."

Suspiciously enough, Lambo didn't argue; he picked up his pants and strutted right past Reborn on his way out, not ashamed but looking thoughtful.

As Reborn watched his departure, he couldn't help but get this bad feeling… Something about what he had said and how Lambo had reacted to it.

After a moment, he shook it off. He shut the door behind Lambo and began undressing.

Exhausted, furious, and downright in the mood to kill, he shrugged into his pajamas and lay down on top of the bed covers. Even in sleep, the niggling thought of something bad going to happen remained with him.

Author's Note: Whatever could that bad feeling be for?