A/N: To all my readers, please forgive me for taking so long in updating but so much has happened in my life these past three years and it all caught up to me at the same time.

I finished school almost a year ago and at the moment, my father (who divorced my mother three years ago) got a new fiancé with three children so I now have three step-siblings but last month she gave birth to out new half-sister and we are about to move into her house.

A giant load of occurrences that can generally make a person feel really sad and depressed so I haven't been able to get that much writing done.

So, please forgive me.

Here is the update.

Target Four: Lambo the crybaby

Tsunako knew that something was up the second she stepped out of the house that morning.

For one, everything was far too quiet, it threw her off. Second of all, she could feel eyes drilling into her head from she didn't know how far away. And lastly, Gokudera was not there awaiting her like he usually did during the mornings.

She decided not to think too much about the last part and started walking, it was not every day that a girl got the chance to enjoy the natural silence of the world, especially if your name is Sawada Tsunako, so she was going to treasure the moment while it lasted.

Setting down the road towards the school, she could have sworn she heard the patter of feet following her, but when she reached out with her senses to see if there was anyone behind her, she always turned up empty.

She decided not to think about it too much and in stead focused on getting to school, to which she was beginning to get a little late for so she hurried up her steps.

What she didn't pick up with her senses was a small, seven year old boy with curly hair in a cow-print sweater and jeans with sneakers, a pair a horns hung around his neck like a jewelry of sorts. The little kid's big green eyes stared after the girl he had been following around for the past few minutes since she stepped out of her house.

"She's so pretty." he whispered to himself.

Tsunako had reached the school with very little problems and had found her classroom with even less. It was when she was to open the door that the problems started.

She was reaching towards the door and had just grabbed the handle when it flew open without her doing anything. This action caused her to loose her balance, stumbling straight into the chest of the person that had opened it. She knew who it was the second those callused yet gentle hands fell on her shoulders.

The smell of gunpowder and cigarettes were also a hint.

"Forgive me, Juudaime." Gokudera apologized gently, straightening her up before he let his hands fall to his sides.

"Don't worry about it." Tsunako smiled, straightening out her clothing.

Then, she frowned.

"How did you know it was me on the other side of the door?"

Gokudera only smiled even wider.

"I would be able to tell your footsteps in the middle of a crowd Juudaime." he placed his hands on his hips, looking very pleased with himself. "As your right hand man, it is only natural that I would be able to do so."

Tsunako's eyebrow twitched slightly before she allowed a smirk to form on her lips.

"You sound like a stalker to me."

Gokudera froze.

Frantically, he waved his arms in front of her.

"It is nothing like that Juudaime! I would never do something so shameful as invade your personal life, I would never be able to forgive myself if I did something to shame my boss and friend in such a distasteful matter!" his loud voice made everyone in the hallway stop and turn around towards him, wondering what the hell he was on to scream such things in the face of the schools resident blind person.

Luckily for said blind person, she had foreseen this outburst and had covered her ears right before Gokudera had opened his mouth.

Seeing that he had calmed down, she allowed her hands to slide down.

She smiled.

"I know you're not." she waved her hand in a dismissing matter. "But if you continue down the road you're on, others will believe you are."

Gokudera nodded slowly.

"I understand, Juudaime."

A shadow seemingly materialized behind the petite girl.

"Oh, what kind of game are you playing?" asked a certain baseball-idiot as he leaned in over the blind girl's shoulder, apparently wanting to be in on what they are talking about.

Tsunako sighed.

She could remember how annoying Yamamoto was with his ignorance throughout the series and his seeming refusal to accept the fact that everything was real, so Tsuna knew that she had to explain to Yamamoto now, before he decided that it was all a game and convince him that everything was reality.

She tilted her head towards him.

"It's not a game." she moved so that her whole body was facing him. "Listen Yamamoto, and listen well."

The baseball-nut nodded slowly, sensing the seriousness in her stance and hearing it on her tone.

"My great-great-great-great grandfather was a man living in Italy four hundred years ago."

Yamamoto's eyes widened.

No wonder she was so cute, she had Italian blood in her veins.

"While living there, my great-grandfather founded what is now the biggest and most influential mafia organizations in the world." she stared with her clouded eyes straight at Yamamoto's face, seeing how his expression twisted in half-understanding and half-worry. "When he retired he moved to Japan, so, as his direct descendant, I am entitled the position of candidate to be the next boss of this family."

Yamamoto really didn't like where she was going with this. He knew that it was bad enough that she was related to the founder of a mafia organization, but to be a candidate for the title of boss...

Tsuna crossed her arms in front of her chest, directing her eyes towards the ground.

"The other candidates have sadly been..." she bit her lip, tilting her head up towards the nut only the slightest. "Disposed of." Yamamoto paled. "I'm the only one left."

For a moment, it looked as if Yamamoto would feint. Swaying back and forth on his feet with his usually tan skin looking as pale as a sheet of paper.

Finally, he shook his head and looked between her and Gokudera.

His eyes stopped at Tsuna.

"So... you are..."

"The official heir to a mafia organization, Vongola Juudaime." she finished for him.

The baseball-nuts eyes drifted towards the silverette beside her.

"And Gokudera is..."

She sighed heavily.

"He is a member of the mafia summoned by my tutor to be my first subordinate and bodyguard." she tilted her head towards the man in question. "He really doesn't seem to mind though."

Gokudera, whom had been standing there, looking at the two as their conversation went on in growing frustration, crossed his arms in front of his chest.

He huffed, gaining the attention of the two.

"Being in the service of Juudaime is nothing but the greatest of honours."

Yamamoto shook his head before he once again looked at Tsuna.

"You're serious about all of this, aren't you?" he asked slowly.

"I don't really think this is something you joke about at our age Yamamoto-san." Tsuna answered turning towards Gokudera and entered the classroom, with the silverett following her after giving Yamamoto one last glare.

Gokudera didn't know why Juudaime had told the baseball-idiot about what they were but he didn't question her either, he knew that his beautiful and intelligent boss must have had a good reason for telling that nobody everything, he hoped it was because she wanted him to stay away, if only to keep him safe. His Juudaime was such a considerate person!

Back at the door, Yamamoto stared after the two newly discovered mafiso, his mind clouded in thoughts. How could someone as delicate, gentle and innocent be the next heir to a mafia organization? It just didn't make sense!

One thing he did know was... she had saved his life at the cost of her own.

A determined look spread across his face.

He knew what he had to do.

If it so meant that he had to live a life of constant danger and foul-play, he would protect that tiny young woman and the smiles she could still throw around her despite the position that has been forced onto her.

Now he only needed to find out how to become a member of her family...

Two tiny people watched as Yamamoto entered the classroom with his non-broken arm holding up the hand that was currently scratching his chin.

One of them was a smirking, fedora wearing baby in a suit hiding inside the fire-fighting equipment box on the wall.

"Good job Tsuna..." the baby muttered, petting his animal partner looking very much like the child version of a Jamed Bond villain. "You've got yourself a new subbordinate."

The second person, was a small seven year old in a cow-print sweater staring wide-eyed at the door with shaking legs.

"V-V-ongola J-J-Juudaime?"

Tsuna felt revieved that Yamamoto had actually understood when she had explained, but now she was plagued by another thought.

What if Yamamoto didn't join up at all now?

Of course, she made sure that she thought this particular sentence in Swedish so that a certain baby wouldn't be able to snap it up, thought, by now she was also worried that the baby would start to teach himself Swedish so that he could read her mind anyway.

Conclusion...

Watch what you think about in the future.

Sitting in her English classroom with her notebook folded up in front of her, she tuned out the voice of her teacher and in stead allowed her thoughts to drift away with the wind outside of the window whilst her fingers moved her pencil over the page in front of her, just like she had done the day Gokudera transferred into their class.

Gokudera, of course, noticed this particular behavior of hers as he had seen it before, and the result had been an almost identical picture of himself, most likely how he would look like a few years into the future, and thus, he started wondering what she was doodling at the moment.

Yamamoto also noticed this behavior, taking a short moment to get back to earth from his planning to watch her. She had acted like this a few times before if he remembered correctly. He had never actually seen what she doodles but the last time, Gokudera had seen it, Yamamoto had seen Gokudera's expression before he had kicked over Tsuna's desk.

It had been shock.

Now, more than ever, did he want to see those doodles of hers.

The teacher noticed Tsuna's absence to her lecture and frowned.

Immediately, their classmates turned their attentions to the resident blind person.

"Sawada-san." the teacher called, effectively snapping the not-fully Japanese girl out of her thoughts, making her turn towards the blackboard. "Would you be ever so kind as to translate sentence number five?"

Apparently, she felt very pleased with herself as a smug look spread across her features.

This particular teacher has never liked Tsunako, the "snotty brat" as she'd like to call her had been correcting her pronunciations and grammar since day one, making the others in the classroom and her colleagues start doubting her qualifications to teach at all.

Now, she had finally gotten the perfect opportunity to knock the blind girl down a peg.

Gokudera was fuming in his seat.

How dare this woman insult his Juudaime's intellect?!

He was just about to shoot out of his seat to teach this poor excuse of a teacher a lesson, but he was stopped when the girl in question spoke up.

"I'm afraid that is impossible."

The grin on the woman's face got even wider.

"If you had been paying attention to the lecture, then you could have-"she didn't get the chance to finish her sentence.

"Wacha is not a word." the girl cut in, stroking her fingers over the writing on the paper. "The use of grammar in this sentence is absolutely horrendous." she nibbled on her pen as the rest of the class tried to contain their laughter. "I believe the sentence you mean is "Whats your greatest dream for the future" not "Wacha future greatest dream", which, by the way, doesn't make any speck of sense, who taught you English anyway?"

That was the last straw for the rest of the class as they all burst into loud laughter that echoed over the walls of the school.

In the back of the classroom, Gokudera watched his Juudaime with wide eyes glittering in amazement and pride.

She was fluent in English...

As she lectured the teacher, Yamamoto was able to look over her shoulder and get a good look at her notebook that she had brushed into his line of vision when she needed to reach the papers.

It was a more mature portrait of him.

He looked older with narrowed eyes that looked like they had seen a lot of danger, he was dressed in a suit armed with a long katana. The only thing that proved that it wasn't a direct portrait of him with a twist of her own imagination was a scar on his chin.

He suddenly found himself unable to speak.

Now he understood why Gokudera had reacted the way he did when he had seen her doodles. If Tsuna's drawing then had been any similar to the one she had done now, his reaction had been completely called for, excluding the desk kicking of course. But now he started to wonder:

Where had she learned to draw?

She was blind so there would be no way for her to actually to see what she was drawing.

Why did she draw him that way?

The last time Yamamoto checked, he had never even held a sword that was not a part of his father's collection, much less handled one. But in the drawing... the stance the older him had taken had looked so natural, not to mention had it suited him.

Maybe he should ask his old man to teach him sword-fighting sometime...

But one thing he was sure about.

Even if Tsuna told him she didn't want him to be anywhere near their business, her subconsciousness sure appeared to think him perfect for their group.

And he would do anything to ensure himself a position at her side.

Gokudera had almost begged Tsuna to allow him to walk her home after school, she had even been forced to keep him from getting down on his knees on the school grounds but finally, after five minutes of convincing him that she could take care of herself, she sent him away to return to his own apartment and set down towards the market.

Her mother had wanted her to pick up a few groceries on her way home.

She finished the shopping relatively quickly and was on her way home when suddenly, something rammed into her side.

Falling to the ground, Tsuna managed to keep her groceries from falling out of the bag by clutching it to her stomach.

Groaning, Tsuna shook her head.

She hated falling over, every time it happened her senses became faulty, throwing her off for a few seconds until reality caught up to her. This time was no different.

Clutching the side of her head, Tsuna looked over at the thing she had run into.

It was a little boy with curly black hair.

A little boy that seemed very familiar to her, she didn't know who he reminded her of until he started crying, very, very loudly.

"My knee is bleeding!"

There was only one person with that obnoxious crying voice.

Lambo of the Bovino family.

Setting the bag down on the ground, Tsuna got down on her knees, acting like the blind girl she was by feeling her way towards the crying boy.

Once she finally reached him, she brushed him over his pitch-black curls.

She was quite surprised to find it clean, no weapons, no candy, no toys, not anything that five year old Lambo had kept in his hair in the series. But then again, the boy in front of her was about seven so he most likely stopped keeping things in his hair some time ago.

Thank the heavens for that.

Gently, she brushed her hands over his head, gently brushing the tears from his eyes as she took in his facial features. As she did this, she gently shushed him, telling him that everything was going to be alright until she had his whole face registered into her nerve memory.

Finally, the little boy was only sitting there, clutching his knee while sniffling.

"Does it hurt badly?" Tsuna asked softly.

Lambo shook his head slowly, absolutely refusing to look up at her.

"Do you think you can walk around the corner with me?"

Finally, he turned his eyes towards her.

"What are you going to do with Lambo-san?"

She smiled gently.

"If you come with Onee-chan to her home, her Mama can patch up your knee." she brushed him a final time over his hair. "Do you think you can do that?"

He thought it over for a few seconds before he nodded slowly, letting her feel it through her hand still placed on his head.

She smiled even brighter.

Standing up, Tsuna fetched her bag before she went back to the boy's side.

Reaching down a hand towards him, she helped him on his feet and off they walked, though slowly since the boy's knee still hurt him. Blood was dripping down from the wound, staining his pants more and more as they continued walking.

Tsuna listened to Lambo's quiet sniffling, smiling at how the little boy had matured in just two years. Perhaps someone had confronted Lambo about just how obnoxious and loud he was all the time and made it their own personal mission of straighten it out, and that thought scared her a little, but for as far as she had seen, not that much had changed about him, he is just starting to develop towards the person he was when he was fifteen in the series.

It didn't take long before they reached the Sawada household, there, Tsuna paused in front of the gate to allow Lambo the time to take in the appearance of the property.

Why?

Because she knew that the little boy would remain there for a long time.

She gave the little hand she was holding a gentle squeeze, making the boy look up at her.

"Do you think you could open the gate for me?" she asked.

Lambo stared at her with wide eyes before he nodded slowly lifting his free hand and opened the metal gates in front of them. Pushing them open and ultimately entering the property before the girl that actually lived there.

Entering the house, the little boy looked terribly shy, fingering the hem of his cow-print shirt as he looked around the hall.

"Tadaima!" Tsuna called out as she slipped off her shoes. She motioned for the boy to do the same, tapping him on the shoulder to snap him out of the out-of-character shyness.

"Okaeri, Tsuna-chan!" Nana called as she walked out of the kitchens, drying off a plate. "Did you get the-... who's this little one?"

Tsuna rolled her eyes at her mother's one-track mind.

"We ran into one another in the street." she placed her hand at the back of Lambo's shoulders, pushing him towards the elder woman. "He scraped up his knee."

Immediately, Sawada Nana was all over the little boy, the plate and rag completely forgotten. It would have crashed to the floor had Reborn not appeared out of nowhere and caught it. He glanced at Tsuna from the corner of his lifeless eyes.

"Oh, you poor little thing." Nana coed as she ran her hands through Lambo's hair, very much like Tsuna had done a few minutes before. She grabbed his hands and lead him into the kitchen, leaving Tsuna alone in the hallway with Reborn.

His cold eyes sent shivers running down her spine.

"What?" Tsuna asked after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.

Reborn shook his head.

Jumping up on her shoulder, Reborn made himself comfortable next to her ear.

"You informed Yamamoto Takeshi about the mafia."

"Yes..." Walking into the kitchen, Tsuna saw Lambo sitting on the counter with her mother kneeling in front of him, dabbing the scrape on his knee with a piece of cotton. She set the grocery bag down where she knew her mother would see them when she was finished with Lambo.

"Was it necessary to go into that much detail?" Reborn questioned.

Tsuna shook her head, releasing a long sigh as she made her way up the stairs.

"Yamamoto-san is a very ignorant person." she said softly. "Unless you give him every detail immediately, he will somehow warp your words. If I had just told him we were mafia he would have believed we were playing a role-playing game."

Reborn raised his eyebrow.

"Wouldn't that have better suited your views?"

Tsuna tilted her head towards the baby on her shoulders, allowing Reborn to see the expression on her face. Distrust.

"If I know you right, you will somehow tangle Yamamoto-san into my life weather I like it or not, so I took it upon myself to make sure that he took everything seriously from the very start." entering her room, Tsuna brushed Reborn from her shoulder so that she could get to her closet.

"I really don't understand you Tsuna."

Tsuna froze with her hands between her coat-hangers.

"What do you mean?"

"Sometimes, I get the feeling that you know exactly what is going to happen."

Well, that was kind of correct. Tsuna continued rummaging through her clothing, desperately trying to block out the words the baby had said. She did know the large events that were going to occur, but she couldn't for the life of her predict when that will happen or how it will haven as the plot has been held back two years and most of the characters has matured out of their annoying character flaws, Lambo was the perfect example.

"That is ridiculous." she said once she had finally picked out the clothes she would change into, turning towards the baby with said clothes folded up in her arms. "How could a blind person possibly see into the future?"

"I don't think you can see into the future." Reborn retorted.

Tsuna's face morphed into an expression of confusion.

"I believe that you somehow just know what will happen to you."

Tsuna shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"I have always been good at knowing something is about to happen before it does." she bit her lip. "I don't know exactly what or when that thing will happen but... I get this tingle at the small of my back before something huge happens, something that will change my life forever."

It was true. In the beginning, that tingle had driven her nuts until she understood what it was for.

"Call it... enhanced intuition if you will."

"Enhanced intuition ey...?" Reborn muttered, his eyes shadowed by hid fedora. "Does it only happen when something life-threatening is about to happen?"

"The tingle at the small of my back, yes." Reborn's eyes reemerged, allowing his raised eyebrow to be visible, even though Reborn knew very well that the girl didn't need to even face him to feel his unspoken question. "I get tingles at different parts of my body depending on what is going on." she moved her hand to the back of her neck. "Like the back of my neck when I'm being watched."

"Can you tell me more?"

Tsuna fingered the fabric of the black cardigan at the top of the pile.

"Not at this very moment." she turned to head towards the bathroom, but then she thought of something. "But I can tell you one thing." she half-way turned towards her tutor, feeling his curiosity radiate from him. "I felt the tingle at the small of my back for two weeks before you arrived. It was driving me nuts."

With that said, Tsuna disappeared into the bathroom, leaving a smirking Reborn behind.

She changed into jeans waist-high short-shorts with a light blue loose-fitting blouse and a strange black cardigan that was very much like a large square sack that was cut open at the front and a small hole in either corner where the hands go through, lastly she had light-blue thigh-socks.

Returning to her bedroom, Tsuna was surprised to find Lambo sitting there, on her bed, with his legs dangling on the edge.

Looking around her to find that Reborn wasn't anywhere in sight, she closed the door behind her.

The sound of the door closing caught the attention of the boy, who immediately jumped off the bed. He was now standing in the middle of the room, just staring at her.

"Tsuna, Vongola Juudaime, I am Lambo-san of the Bovino family." he said, through there was one thing that struch Tsuna as odd. Not the fact that he knew of her title, she kind of had expected that, there was something in the way he said which family he belonged to.

In the series, he had sounded proud. Heck, his dream had been to become the boss of the Bovino family and take over the world.

Now... he sounded... ashamed.

Frowning slightly, Tsuna walked up to him, sitting down on the bed and motioned for him to do the same.

He hesitated slightly before he accepted the offer.

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Tsuna finally managed to formulate the right question in her head.

"Does Lambo-san not like being in the Bovino family?"

Lambo shifted where he sat.

"It used to be Lambo-san's dream to be the boss of Bovino-family." he said this in such a small voice that Tsuna had to strain her ears to hear what he was saying.

Feeling sorry for him, she gently wrapped her arm around his shoulder.

"What changed?"

Lambo started to sniffle.

He wiped his nose on his sleeve.

"Lambo-san's boss told him that he had to kill Reborn two years ago, so Lambo-san has traveled around the world in search of Reborn since that day."

So he had been traveling all on his own for two years?

Who does that to a little kid?

Apparently, remembering his travels caused the boy to start crying for real, his eyes turning into full waterfalls that traveled down his cheeks before dripping down onto his pants.

Sighing, Tsuna reached over the boy into the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out her box of tissues, of of which she handed the boy, letting him dry himself off before every inch of him was soaked through by his tears and snot.

She stroke him over the back as he wiped his eyes.

"Do you want to continue?" she asked him gently. "We can stop if you don't feel like talking."

"No," Lambo shook his head violently.

"Do you still want to chase Reborn?" she asked, fully expecting him to shoot up in electricity and declare that killing Reborn is his only goal in life, but she found herself shocked when the boy shook his head slowly, dejectedly almost.

"Lambo-san understands now that his boss sent him out on a sua... sue... sui..."

At first, Tsuna had believed he was stuttering, but as he slowly began to form a word in many different ways with many different ways of pronouncing, she understood that he, in reality, just didn't know how to say the word he was thinking about.

"Suicide-mission?" she finished helpfully.

"Yeah, that's the word." he gave her the first smile she had seen since she met him. "Lambo-san doesn't want anything to do with Bovino-family anymore."

In all of her years, Tsuna could have never thought this would happen, but she was glad that it did. Lambos random attacks on Reborn had always caused troubled for the characters in the series so she was glad that she wouldn't have to deal with that.

She moved her hand to pet his head.

"Then, what does Lambo-san want to do now?"

Lambo looked up at her. Apparently, that thought had never struck him before that point.

Oh the bliss of being an ignorant child.

For a long moment, nothing was said. Lambo just stared up at her with a thoughtful expression, idea after idea passing through his mind like the carts of a train before it ended and the train drifted away into nothingness, then his shoulders sagged and his head fell.

"Lambo-san doesn't know." he whispered dejectedly.

The sad and dejected air around Lambo was making it harder for Tsuna to breathe, she had to turn her head away from the boy in order to even get one thought through the heavy fog that had started to fill the room.

She needed to do something...

Say something...

Anything...

Then it hit her.

Getting off the bed, she moved so that she was kneeling on the floor in front of the boy, taking his hands in hers she forced him to look into her eyes.

"Would Lambo-san like to stay with Onee-chan until you know what you want to do?"

Why not get it over with right? The kid would end up staying with them either way.

Lambo's eyes brightened.

"Can I?" his voice tried to hide the underlying hope but he was not that experienced at hiding his emotions.

She smiled brightly at him.

"Of course, I'm sure Mama won't mind."

The widest smile ever made it's way onto Lambo's face. The face that she had been waiting for the moment she first saw the kid. He hugged Tsuna's hands with his.

"Then Lambo-san will stay." he answered with a giggle.

Tsuna brought the kid towards her in a quick hug begore she gently pushed him away.

"Let's tell Mama the news, alright?" she stood up, holding out her hand towards him in an invitation for him to come with her.

"Alright." he answered, accepting the offered limb.

"I'm sure Mama's in the middle of making dinner around about now." Tsuna said as she felt the undeniable scent of her mother's cooking. "Just wait till you taste her food." she looked down at the kid. "Her cooking is the best in the world."

As they made their way down the stairs, the little boy's grip on her hand tightened, causing her to stop in the middle of the stairs to turn towards him.

"Ne, Tsuna..." Lambo muttered as he peeked up into her eyes.

"What is it?" she asked gently, taking a step back up the stairs to get closer to him.

"Can you be Lambo-san's nee-chan?"

The question had come so suddenly that for a moment, Tsuna felt a little disoriented.

Once the question finally registered, she smiled.

"Of course I can."

Lambo laughed loudly, launching himself at her, throwing his arms around her neck so that she was forced to catch him and spin around in a circle so that she wouldn't loose her balance and fall down the stairs.

As she did this, Lambo just continued laughing.

Rolling her eyes, Tsuna continued down the stairs.

Life was already becoming more lively as it was, and now she had an over-active little brother.

Well, at least when he wasn't upset.

A/N: … I wrote all this shit in a day...

I wrote 9 pages. An entire chapter, in a day...

You better be grateful for what I do for you humans!

Yes, I know that I made Lambo OOC but you would also change if you spent two years traveling around the world all on your own for a suicide mission that you then find out was basically the person you looked up too's way of getting rid of you.

Anyway, thank you all for your patience, please tell me what you think and I'll be back with another chapter whenever my interest allows me to continue.