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I'm literally counting the days until Mukuro's arrival, and it's been three days, not helping since there is six more days until the week is over. On the other hand, my avoidance of Tsuna wasn't easy either (I practically live with him, for two weeks, for pete's sake!). Reborn is a problem as well (other than his blackmail material growing), he would not let the scene slide.

Let me give an example instead of ranting about it (not really possible since I'll rant about it anyway), I was drinking milk the day before (Tsuna was in the kitchen helping his mom out) and Reborn (that damn bastard to hell) says if I liked it, obviously I answer yes (cause it's milk, and who doesn't like milk?), then he tells me if it's as good... as... you-know-who's... (goddamnit! This embarrassment is all his fault!) Then I practically spit out my milk, and start coughing like there was no fucking tomorrow (Tsuna worried over me, and I pushed him away, I needed my space people). I never drank milk ever again since that incident. Another time I had a hot dog in a bun, with my favorite relish topping (it's good so don't judge!), Tsuna was at the park, and Reborn decided to accompany me there (I should have seen it coming, I really should have...). It wasn't until we were nearing the park did Reborn throw the bomb (that bratty hitman to hell) saying if it was as good as... you-know-who's (it's seriously getting to me, damnit!). I ended up choking on the hot hog too (as well as forbidding myself from it), I gave it up, giving the hog dog to Fuuta, who shared it with the other two.

I immediately crossed off my favorite blueberry popsicle because of these events (and it wouldn't bode well for me if I start craving for it, I originate from America, it's in the blood (not really, it's the heat that's made it a habit)).

Anyways, I'm getting off topic (not my fault my rants are bottomless). So basically, I can't wait until the next six days go by. I'll be home free!

...

Y'know, funny thing is, I've actually let out all my feelings to someone, even though he is sone spoiled brat who likes a lot of grape candy to a whole new level... Yup, I spilled everything to Lambo (he isn't as bratty once you warm up to him).

It was when...

everyone had gone out, including Reborn, leaving me and a sick Lambo at home. The kid took a dip in the bath with his clothes on, courtesy of Reborn, and was forgotten that he was wet, I don't know how, and ended up catching a cold.

Nana wanted to go shopping and everyone wanted to go out, including Chrome, surprisingly, but then again, Bianchi was there too. Those two had gotten quite close over our stay in the Sawada's. Thus the whole 'hurry up we're late!' scenario started, and they all bustled out of the house for fresh air.

I had already settled it with everyone, even to a persistent Tsuna, that I would be at home taking care of a sick cow-child. It nearly took me 30 minutes of persuading him that I can take care of myself, and no some random guy won't barge in to rape me, and no I won't be a sitting duck.

Honestly, I have got to wonder where he gets these ideas from... Oh wait, Reborn. Should have known. I let out a sigh as I focused on my charge, currently picking at his nose. "That won't do Lambo,"

I get up and head over to the side table near the sofa, and plucked out a few sheets of Kleenex from the open box. I head back to Lambo, his green eyes watching me. I kneeled down and wiped his nose with the first sheet, along with his hand. "You are sick, and if you pick your nose, you'll become even more sick, instead, try blowing your nose."

"Lambo-san does not blow his own nose!" He crossed his arms and turned away.

I remember that Tsuna mentioned something about Lambo being from a Mafia family where he had maids and stewards take care of him constantly. I wasn't surprised, I mean you wouldn't get a huge narcissistic complex if you came from a poor family. So I had to test my patience with him. "Please?"

I held out the tissue, half-hoping that he would change his mind and blow his nose. The snot was seeping out again...

"No! Lambo-san will not blow his nose!" He turned further away.

I should have seen this coming... "Will you do it for me?"

"No!"

"What if I promise you that we can play games, just the two of us?"

"Mmn... no!"

I pushed harder, seeing my opening. "I'll also cook you some desserts."

"Mm..." It was rather adorable seeing how hard he was trying to decline my offer. "Grape flavored?"

"Yup, grape flavored." I smiled as I pushed my limb, holding the tissue, forward. "Just blow your nose and I'll get something ready, how about it?"

Lambo contemplated the tissue, as if it would jump up at any second and bite him. A few more minutes of staring at the tissue, he finally took it and began puzzling around with it. It was too adorable. Strangely, it had been enlightening to watch him figure things out, and all my past problems whisked away, leaving behind me and the moment. I ruffled the funny afro hairstyle and got up. "Be sure to get every last snot, and I'll be back with some good dessert."

Lambo's determined nod made me smile, and I set off to the kitchen to think up of a dessert that would satisfy the cow-child. I drew up a blank. "Great, I suppose experimentation is in order."

With that I started out from making grape flavored muffins to cupcakes to biscuits, I tried out cheesecake, then went on to fruitcake. So to say the least I had enough to fill a whole army of hungry people. "Too historical."

I wiped my hands on the apron, mentally apologizing to Nana in making her apron and her kitchen dirty, I went to check up on my charge. "I'll clean up later."

I found Lambo with a pile of tissues beside him, and I had to smile. Looks like he took it seriously, too cute! "Have you finally finished blowing your nose?"

Lambo looked up, startled. I took a seat beside him, smiling gently. "Don't worry, I won't be harsh."

He took a moment to make a bravery act, and I had to admit it was quite cute. "Lambo-san can blow his own nose, Lambo-san doesn't need you to help him!"

"Oh that's good!" I ruffled his afro-like hairstyle, grinning. "I was starting to wonder who I should give the sweets to if you didn't learn how."

"Lambo-san learned how! Lambo-san wants his grape desserts!" Lambo got up, enthusiasm clearly portrayed on the small face.

I nodded. "I'll give them to you if you help me out with cleaning up, we don't want Mama to be sad now, do we?"

Lambo stopped to think, and looked around at his surroundings. I managed to coax him some more into cleaning up the house with me, and I finished washing the dishes, and the messes. I even brought out a new Kleenex box so that Nana wouldn't notice that there wasn't one missing, luckily they were all uniform in color so I didn't have to worry about the designs. I then sat Lambo at the dining table and brought a muffin, along with a cupcake. "Here Lambo, I couldn't decide on what was better, so I made both, try and see which you like better."

Predictably he shouted in joy and ate them immediately. I didn't mind the lack of critique as I watched him gobble them both up. "Hey, Lambo,"

He perked up at his name, I continued making small talk with him. "What do you do when you get hit with the bazooka?"

"Lambo-san doesn't have a bazooka, Boss said that Lambo-san can't use the bazooka." I nearly laughed at the answer, instead I chose to grin.

"A bit too late for that, Lambo," I pointed out, placing my chin on top of my hands. "but that doesn't matter, what do you do when you get hit with the bazooka, Lambo."

"Lambo-san gets candy from the people are there, Lambo-san gets a lot of candy!" Lambo gesticulated with his small arms, his eyes bright.

I let out a chuckle. "So you haven't had some sort of pedophile come after you?"

Lambo paused his gobbles as he looked up, the perfect picture of innocence. "What's a pedophile?"

"Mm, a pedophile is," I thought through my answer, looking up at the ceiling then back down at him. "someone very, very, bad. If you ever meet one, spit in their face, preferably in the eye, and run away, okay?"

I wasn't quite sure if Lambo got all that, but it was better than not saying anything at all. He did shake his head in agreement, then went back to eating the sweets. I continued my small talk, this time going onto the topic of girls, making sure that I ingrained in him that he should always go for the girls and not the guys. And gave him the reason that girls were better at cooking grape flavored sweets than guys were since all they do is burn them. I was not expecting a question in return. "Does that mean that Cannon-nii is a girl?"

I nearly choked, but regained my lost composure, smiling with strain. "No, Lambo, I am very much a guy. I can only cook because I have had practice with my mom and Grandma. Don't get me mixed up with a girl, okay?"

"Okay," Lambo nodded, and ate through the slice of cheesecake and fruitcake, and biscuits. I got up to do some last minute cleaning, and took Lambo upstairs for a bath. A nice hot one at that, I couldn't help myself and took one too. We both then changed into a new set of pajamas and I, as tired as I was, took Lambo with me and cuddled him on Tsuna's bed.

I awoke when…

someone opened the door to the bedroom (my eyes were blurry with sleep, so I couldn't see very well either, other than tell that it was definitely dark now). There was talking but I hardly remember what was being said (I blame my sleep hazed brain), and then I felt the bed tip as someone else came on as well.

I don't remember anything after that (since I blacked out again), but I had reddened as in the morning (after I found Tsuna's sleeping face real close to mine) as I scrambled out of the bed (I was careful not to jostle Lambo too much, since he was still sleeping peacefully, it'd be a shame if he woke up abruptly…). I had gone into the bathroom finished the daily morning routine, then went straight to the backyard of the Sawada household (of which I am currently am), writing this all out…

Sometimes, I just don't understand anything at all…

Y'know, I should teach Lambo to not talk in third person (it's too weird for that to continue… especially since the encounter with that Haru girl…), maybe I'll use biscuits as the treat if he pushed himself hard enough… he did look like he was enjoying them a lot.

P.S. I just realized, I have no idea where Chrome and I are going to live, after Mukuro's arrival, since my house seems far from being completed…