Hey did anyone else ever stop to wonder exactly how a little 5 year old Italian happened to be fluent in Japenese...?


Gluttony: over-indulgence and over-consumption of food, drink, or intoxicants to the point of waste

Lambo

You stood frozen in shock as you stared at the scene before you. Your wide uncomprehending eyes slid sightlessly over the carnage, refusing to take in any of the horror.

A soft belching sound dragged your gaze towards the centre of the table. In it lay a very plump and satisfied looking Lambo, the remains of the food he had just devoured smeared over his five year old face and staining the front of his cow suit. On seeing you, the child assassin struggled to sit up, knocking one of the many empty dishes that lay strewn around him and sending it clattering to the floor.

"Nii-chan!" he squealed excitedly. "What's for dessert?"

A vein began to throb in your forehead as you stared at the tiny terror that sat beaming happily towards you.

Six hours. Six hours you had been preparing that meal. Six hours you had defended it against Bianchi's "help" and the boys' greedy hands.

You had only slipped out for five minutes to visit the corner shop to pick up some more milk...

"Lambo," you hissed, whatever patience you normally displayed towards the boy having vanished with the food you had slaved over. "That was supposed to feed ten people..."

Lambo blinked at you stupidly.

"Nii-chan...? Sweets?" he asked again, oblivious to the homicidal aura that was now leaking from your person.

Slowly you wrapped your hand around the rolling pin that was sitting handily on the counter next to you.

"You want sweets?" you hissed, your teeth bared in a decidedly unhinged smile "I'll give you sweets!"

BANG.

"Waaaaaa! Nii-chan! Put the rolling pin down! Lambo-san is sorry!"

Outside the Kitchen

CRASH!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Tsuna, Gokudera and Yamamoto paused in what they were doing at the sounds of the commotion coming from the other room.

SMASH!

"Come back here you little pest!"

Three sets of worried eyes met in a wordless conversation.

"Bwahahahah! Die!"

The boys winced at the resulting thudding sounds.

"So..." ventured Takeshi after the silence had stretched for several minutes. "Shall I get the take out menus?"

Heaving a weary sigh, Tsuna nodded.

"I'll phone the ambulance..."

"Good call."

Yes, in this one [Name] is a psycopath... why? Because in my oppinion, anyone dealing with little Lambo on a daily basis would crack in the end...