A/N: Does anyone want a Byakuran drabble in this series? If so, please send in a video title. I would love to make some s'mores.
Disclaimer: All this? Mine? Not a chance. Okay, maybe some of it... but the rest? Nope. Enjoy the madness, dear readers, enjoy the madness.
Chapter 7: Lambo and... well... Lambo
Tsuna groaned as he fell into bed. It had been a harrowing day trying to get Lambo to stop crying over youtube videos highlighting his multiple failures in his early years and calling them 'funny moments' or 'the best of Lambo.'(A/N: I don't really think I need to include any actual video names. This one pretty much speaks for itself.) He remembered Lambo bursting into his office crying and asking if he was a burden, Lambo bursting into his office and begging him to tell him it was a lie, Lambo blowing himself ten years into the future and his future self looking at the screen before bursting out laughing then turning to the weary boss and saying, "Sucks to be you today. Sorry for all the commotion, those videos hurt my pride. I'll be better tomorrow... and determined to never be such a total wimp again." Another groan worked its way out of the boss' throat as he heard yet another cry of despair come from his youngest guardian's room. 'At least,' thought the young man, 'he used the ten year bazooka only two more times after that first one.' The cries continued until dawn when the young Guardian finally fainted out of mental and physical exhaustion. Tsuna opened the door, ignoring the creaks from the old hinges, and stood over his young guardian at six thirty the next morning.
"Lambo?" he asked, sitting on the bed and laying a gentle hand on the youth's shoulder. Lambo groaned and rolled over, looking into his boss' eyes.
"I... want to move forward. Those videos... they hurt more than they should have. Even you laughed at me on occasion, so I shouldn't have been affected like that. Tsuna-nii, help me," he said, sitting up and hugging his best friend and boss. Tsuna smiled faintly as he hugged the boy back.
"I can help you. But first, why don't you come down to breakfast?" he said. Lambo smiled back and gave a nod.
"Say, what's for breakfast?" he asked. Tsuna grimaced.
"Hibari is in charge of cooking this morning," he answered. Lambo gave him a level look that spoke volumes. "If I could do something about it I would, but you know how he gets," Tsuna pleaded. Lambo sighed and rolled back over.
"Come get me when breakfast is over. I'll cook for myself," he said. Tsuna sighed, but relented and went down to breakfast. It wasn't as bad as the young boss had feared, but it was still a far cry from his mother's cooking. Or his own for that matter. The Reborn with Hibari's pride! Next time, he was cooking his own breakfast! Crackers and a cup of green tea did not a meal make, no matter what with stoic might say. Tsuna nodded. He loved it when he came up with a plan no-one would argue with and he could carry out by himself. Hibari knew never to argue with a coffee deprived Reborn, and so he would learn never to argue with a breakfast deprived Vongola Decimo, who could freeze him with one hand, burn him with the other, and make sure he didn't see Namimori for months. Oh yes, Tsuna though as he snuck back into the kitchen for a piece of toast, Hibari would learn the importance of a proper meal in the morning. The maids all felt distinctly worried at the wolfish grin on their boss' face and the Mukuro worthy laughter swirling around him.
