After my third lesson with Bianchi, where food still had yet to touched might I add, She decided to give me an off day to spend as I will. Seeing as we don't have daily lessons, I knew that my break was really going to be more of a week than a day. I knew immediately how I wanted to spend my time. Fortuitously, all I needed for my time off was Lambo and the ten year bazooka. Nothing else mattered to me. Not even my annoying, selfish, whinny, full-of-it, ever-complaining, overly-combative, idiotic roommate.

"Ashura, before you go making plans to whisk away your lover, I need to tell you that Reborn has set up a vacation for the entire family, even you and your brother," Bianchi told me before she released me for the day.

"So that mean's that Hayato will be there too?" I asked in an uncaring tone, but I did care very much, because if I had to spend time with him, that punctured some of my happy.

She merely nodded, unwilling to dignify my question, "We'll be going somewhere sunny, so pack accordingly,"

"Are you two leaving?" Hayato, in his blind-man sunglasses, asked us hopefully, stumbling into the kitchen for something to eat.

We ignored him and continued our conversation before my happy bubble burst, "So, this break will probably only last for two, three days top,"

I knew that would undoubtedly be the case, "I understand. I think I'll go pack now,"

Bianchi nodded consensually, so I knew I was allowed to leave. I turned to her brightly before leaving, still ignoring Gokudera.

"Bianchi-sensei, thank you for the lesson. I'll see you later!" I nodded to her and dashed from the room to pack my stuff.

As I expected, the vacation was not to the beach, but it's exact opposite, more or less. So I was glad that I had the knowledge to pack only one swimsuit and the rest being winter supplies. Stupid Hayato, that's what he gets for not listening to me. The idiot had only brought summer clothes after I repeatedly told him that we were not going somewhere even remotely warm. He insisted that I was the mistaken one and that I'd be the sorry one. I warned him that just because it's somewhere sunny doesn't mean that it's necessarily someplace warm. He shrugged me off, so I just let him pack his way.

"F...fine...y...y...you we...were...r...right," Hayato was practically frozen solid, so he was stuttering from the cold.

Naturally I took pity on the fool, so I dragged both him and my second, so-called unneeded, suitcase to my room. We were gone before anyone noticed, so naturally that would spark rumors, interest, and even more questions and accusations about our relationship that just wasn't like that.

"Was that what the second suitcase was?" He asked snappishly as I opened the suitcase to reveal his winter clothes.

I nodded, "I knew you would react like you did, so I packed this for you,"

"When'd you get it?" He demanded.

"Just put this on," I handed him a jacket, even though he had yet to change from his summer apparel.

He grabbed the jacket from me and set it on the bed next to him, "So, why did you pack for me? I thought you of all people would love to see me die the most,"

I blushed and told him unsurely in the most grudging voice I could muster up at the moment, "I wouldn't like it if you died,"

He softened his constent glare he used on me, "Yeah, I bet you'd be the saddest one,"

I knew that was supposed to be sarcastic, but I could tell we both saw that it was a serious statement, "Here, change. I'll wait outside while you do,"

"Why?" He demanded frostily to return to our never-ending fight.

I smirked and jerked my thumb at the other bed in the room, "Because this is my room,"

"Who's your roommate?" Again his curiosity was too great to vanquish.

"Not you. Actually, I don't know, I've never met her before," I put my finger to my chin in thought.

"Weren't you leaving?" He snapped at me.

"Fine," I turned to leave, "But if I find a single thing out of place in my suitcase, you'll be sorry,"

"Why would I want to go through your things?" He asked himself more than me.

I left to stand in front of the door. I knew he'd go through my other suitcase, but I really didn't care because I knew that he wouldn't find anything expect ordinary clothes and necessities. Not that I'd ever know if he looked or not, because I didn't organize my stuff at all, I just crammed it all inside.

"Ashura! Ashura!" Lambo shouted, running straight for me.

He must have been frightened by something, because he was shaken, but alone. I picked him up and held him in my arms while he calmed down.

"What is it Lambo?" I asked once I thought he was calm enough to talk to.

"Lambo-san forgot," He looked at me, "Ashura, Lambo wants candy!"

I laughed, "Oh really? Here, I'll make you a deal, every time you use the ten year bazooka on yourself during this trip, I'll buy you candy,"

I felt bad for bribing him like this, but I really missed my older Lambo. He grinned from horn-to-horn and jumped out of my arms. He landed on his head, but quickly jumped to his feet like he had planed that landing the entire time. He used the ten year bazooka on himself, jumping in headfirst.

"Yo," Lambo, grown up to my age now, said to me as the smoke cleared.

I hugged him, wrapping my arms around him with speed greater than a cheetah and reach less than an adult python but greater than a baby python, "Lambo,"

He grabbed my face in his hands and stared into my eyes, "Ashura, you look lovely as ever,"

"Lambo, I'm sorry it took so long for me to see you-"

"I know, you've been busy with Gokudera," He nodded knowingly.

My eyes widdened in horror, "No, it's not like that. I thought you of all people would know that,"

He laughed at my flustered attitude, "Ashura, I believe you, and no matter what, you don't have to ever doubt that,"

"Oh, Lambo," I happily kissed him, for the first time in our long relationship.

"We should have done that a while ago," He shook his head and kissed me back.

I don't know or when it happened, but the next thing I knew, Lambo and I were making out, standing in my room with his back to the door so he could see the room. It took a few seconds, at least I think that's how long it was, however I just wasn''t sure, for Lambo to open his eyes and see that we were not alone. I was still under the impression we were alone, but that would change very instantaneously.

What will happen next? I wonder. Well, I actually have some ideas, but that's irrelivent right now. Or is it? Good luck understanding this. Oh, and thank you for the reviews!!!