I chose this character as the next Chapter's main lead because I feel like no one really thinks about how he handled Tsuna's death. So I wrote what I think is a possible path things happened on.

 I really wanted to know how this character handled the news.. I'm sorry if you were expecting someone else, I'll get to everyone eventually, dont worry.

Lambo kicked the wall of his bedroom, the one eye he had open glared out his window and out over the dull rain slicked courtyard. This untimely rain falling down on the Bovino mansion did nothing to improve his mood, nor had it since it started two days ago.

"They should all be back by now, but I haven't heard from anyone..." the youngest of the Vongola Guardians muttered, crossing his arms over his cow-printed chest. He sighed, turning away from the window and head out of his large bedroom, hands now stuffed in his khaki trousers.

As Lambo entered the main hallway, he was met with an odd silence. This itself was strange, as the Bovino famigila was known for having loud, boisterous members and sudden unnecessary parties on occasions. Yet, still, as the young hit man strolled through the halls, he noted that he wasn't coming across nearly as many people as he would normally. Those he did see gave him an odd look, with furrowed eyebrows and frowned lips, but they all quickly turned away.

Lambo frowned himself; all his life he hated when he was ignored.

The Italian youth dragged his feet heavily into the kitchen where he poured himself a glass of milk. He often found himself doing this whenever he had things on his mind. He recalled the time a few months ago when his five-year-old self had shot him into the past, and he found himself drinking a glass of milk in Tsuna's dining room, even having a chat with the 14-year old Vongola about the ring battle.

"Stupid Tsuna..." he mumbled, propping his head up on an open palm and fixing his one-eyed glare on the milk carton.

About three days previous, Lambo has been at the Vongola Mansion, joking around and hanging out with the Tenth Generation Boss. Tsuna has an air about him at the time that Lambo had thought was a little 'off', as far as Tsuna's air goes. His honey-brown eyes had seemed to drift off every now and then, leaving the younger boy to repeatedly call attention back to whatever they were talking about.

Lambo figured it was because his Boss was preparing for the upcoming meeting with another Mafia syndicate, in which he himself was proudly going to attend as one of the Guardians. He had been waiting for a very long time for his abilities as a hit man to progress far enough that he could be trusted at the side of Vongola's 10th Don. And yet, just before the four other Guardian's arrived per schedule, Tsuna ordered him to go back to the Bovino estate.

Thus was the reason for his current uncharacteristic sullied disposition.

"I'm not a little kid anymore...!" he insisted irritably to himself, clutching his milk-glass tightly.

He didn't like it when his 'pal Tsuna' switched over to 'Vongola Boss' mode. Even then, when Tsuna told him he couldn't go to the Mafioso meeting, he stepped away from 'Dame Tsuna', had hardened his eyes and ordered Lambo. True, right before he left the mansion he gave a bright smile and told him 'Arrivederci' with that unsteady, thick Japanese accent that often comically distorted his attempts at Italian speech.

Sighing, the Thunder Guardian stood, bringing his half-empty glass to the sink and dumping it down the drain. He stared down with a slight pout as the milk swirled against the stainless steel basin, coating everything in a mist of white.

"Gah! Lambo! Don't waste food! Don't you know Japan is in a rescission?! Think of the economy! The economy!"

Lambo fought very hard to retain his disgruntled frown, but it was difficult when he was recalling fond memories back in his childhood. Back when Tsuna was just 'Tsuna', and wasn't someone he held such extreme respect for.

Such thoughts were troubling, as they were things he looked back on when he wanted to keep high spirits; these sorts of memories weren't suited for staying mad at someone. Sometimes it was annoying that he never could seem to stay mad at that air-headed Boss of his.

"Lambo...?"

A man ducked his head around the kitchen doorway, heavy sunglasses hiding his eyes and pitch black suit screaming 'mafia'. Lambo gave a 'Hm' in question, not recognizing the man enough to be on friendlier terms.

"You have a visitor, in the Boss's office..." the nameless mafioso said, promptly turning and rushing away before anymore could be said.

The Thunder Guardian frowned, shrugging as he made his way back into the maze-like hallways, up a few flights of stairs to his destination.

A visitor couldn't mean a whole lot of people. The most likely explanation was that Tsuna came to take him out (a possibility he was hoping for, but wasn't going to let it show). Had Tsuna come, the Bovino Boss would most likely have rounded him up into a conversation and wasn't letting him go that easily; this had happened before, Tsuna later telling Lambo that he needed a cell phone so they could just meet up somewhere.

Lambo smiled fondly, knowing that's how he had gotten his first cellphone a few years back, along with Tsuna lecturing him on taking care of electronics. A few months later, Tsuna had given him his second cellphone, this one coupled with an exasperated pair of amber eyes and a sighing smile.

"I'm always going to have to look after you, aren't I?"

Thinking back on it now, Lambo decided that the first thing he'd give to Dame-Tsuna when he pulled open the doors in front of him that would lead him into his Famigila Boss's office, was a smack over that spiky brown head. Vongola Don or not, he'd have Tsuna apologize for leaving him behind for seemingly no reason.

"Yare, yare, Tsuna. Prepare to pay for ignori-"

Lambo frowned, glared, then sighed in aggravation, staring not at the short stature of his (beloved) Boss, but the shoulder blades of 'The World's Best Hitman'.

Reborn, who's body had only recently begun to grow at an exponentially rapid rate (about 25 years worth in as little as six months), stood staring out the large bay window, hands stuffed in his pants pockets, shoulders back and spine straight.

His usually perfect posture was slumped foreward, and his trademarked unwrinkled black Armani suit was a bit disheveled; highly unusual for the Walking Perfection that was Reborn. Leon the chameleon, who apparently was of the Parson's species, had grown to three feet and seemed more at home on his owner's new broad shoulders then his old position on his hat.

"What are you doing here?" Lambo inquired rudely, letting his distaste for the now older man clearly show. Reborn said nothing, just continued to stare out into the rain with his dark eyes hidden under the brim of his tilted fedora. The Bovino youth made a 'tsk' of frustration.

He didn't care that the the man had reportedly become sick lately. In fact he quite enjoyed hearing about something that showed a weakness in Reborn's overly powerful body. He most likely caught it from Colonello or Lal Mirch, both of whom apparently were feeling under the weather as well. Despite this, Lambo had every intention of taking advantage of the sudden change in the man he had one day sworn to kill.

"Alright, its your own fault if you underestimate me in my house!" he warned loudly, reaching behind him for anything on the wide oak desk for anything he could throw. Luck would have it his fingers found a stray letter-opener among the cluttered paperwork. With a determined flourish, he took aim and threw, lips upturned in a triumphant smirk.

As though batting away a troublesome fly, Reborn caught the sharp projectile with a sweep of his hand; dark eyes never leaving the window.

Lambo instantly braced himself for the reciprocation, but none came. Slowly, and every cell in his body at attention, he lowered his arms away from his face, green eyes blinking questioningly at the unmoving hit man.

Reborn finally switched his gaze to the floor, dropping the letter opener to the hardwood floor with a dull clatter.

"Now isn't the time, Lambo." he said, his voice a deep baritone, a complete contrast to the past. The Thunder Guardian drew back, eyes wide in surprise.

"You... you said my name..." Lambo muttered, feeling something cold and unpleasant ahurn in his stomach. He didn't like this situation. Maybe being around Tsuna for so many years had caused some of the Vongola intuition to rub off on him, he figured, as the crawling feeling of 'something is not right' covered every inch of his skin.

"Reborn!" his voice was suddenly more panicked, almost verging on the edge of 'fearful'. "Reborn, let me go back to Tsuna's place. He told me I could once he came back, so let me go back with you. That's why you're here isn't it?!"

Reborn went to stare out of the window again, and remained silent. Lambo gritted his teeth, finger itching for the two brass horns tucked away in the breast-pocket of his jacket.

"Reborn!!"

Still, he was ignored. It bothered him more then it usually did. Maybe it was because the circumstances are different. Reborn came to his home; called him out especially. Any yet he continued to ignore him, and act so strangely at the same time.

'Damnit!'

He stomped over, and surprisingly, was able to fill his fists with the taller man's suit jacket. It was a shock down Lambo's spine; he never, ever been close enough to touch even a single hair on the Hit man's head. Now here he was, gripping two hand fulls of the precious Armani suit, and he couldn't appreciate it at all. Because Reborn's eyes stared past the oddly paniking youth; he may as well have not even been there. And for Lambo, the intense feeling of unease clawed at him deeper and deeper.

And then...

"Tsuna is dead."

And then, Lambo Bovino was a 5 year old child in a teenager's body, the air around him cold, and his heart tightening.

"Wha... what...?"

Reborn's response was a moment of silence, followed by a great fit of coughs bad enough that blood appeared in his hand. Lambo didn't care. He couldn't. He knew that Reborn wasn't lying.

It was then, that the tears finaly began rushing endlessly down his face.

There was chaos all around him, that much he was able to register.

"This way! Hurry!"

I-pin was rushing along beside him, the two girls at her side and her injury gushing more and more blood. An explosion of flames sent dust and debri into the air, and Lambo screeched to a halt, feeling panic build up in his chest.

I-pin, in her usual way, took charge.

"Lambo! Calm down! I'll leave Kyouko and Haru to you!" she said, stepping foreward to face the enemy Black Spell.  Lambo turned, agahst at the idea.

"You can't when you're in that condition!" he pleaded, but to little result as the fight continued on regardless. But the loud teenager with the long purple hair moved past them, shouting about someone in the shadows.

Lambo's heart jumped, hoping it was a Guardian, and by some magical prophecy, indeed it was Yamamoto with his sword drawn and eyes burning.

"Is everyone okay?!" a young voice shouted, a voice that sent a chill along Lambo's spine.

Surely, he was mistaken. That wasn't him. That child running up to him like so much concerned innocence was him...

"V-Vongola...?!" the name left his lips in place of the other. Lambo wouldnt allow himself to say the other name. His Boss' first name.

"Gokudera-san!" he had followed up with that man, who seemed to be younger, but he spent little surprise on the man he'd seen frequently after... that day.

 "You see? I told you Tsuna would come for us!" Haru said with such confidence, striding foreward. Lambo felt sad for both girls he'd gone to retrieve hours ago. Haru and Kyouko(who seemed to have taken it upon herself to go run off while on a battlefeild) both had been told of Tsuna's death, but seemed to convince themselves it wasn't true. They'd even seen the body of the 10 Generation boss, and many pleaded with them to realize the truth lest their hope only hurt those who were suffering the most.

Yamamoto sent Tsuna off to go retrieve the missing Kyouko, something Lambo didn't think any of the Guardian's would be able to do. Tsuna was there, somehow, it was him, and so easily Yamamoto sent him off to go after a girl who was always running off and getting herself and others into trouble?

"I wont let you go!" the larger of the two Black Spells shouted, sending his deadly syth to Tsuna's feet and sending him crashing through a storehouse widow.

I-pin grabbed the back of Lambo's jacket as his feet had moved instinctivly in his Boss's direction, her dark eyes fixed into his green.

I-pin had always known the feelings Lambo had even when he tried hiding them. She knew even now that even though he wanted to see their old Boss again, he had to stay here and protect a girl that was too crazed with grief to even understand that the boy she'd 'loved' had died and was now back (and now running off in such a dangerous new place).

 But then, just as he lost sight of the man who'd gone after Tsuna's trail, there was a gush of pink smoke, and was removed from this tragic world.

Lambo edition: complete

Next up: Yamamoto