Acknowledging Change
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Insides
Title: Acknowledging Change
Chapter: Chapter 02 - Insides
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Pairing(s): Reborn/Lambo
Author: Athame (a.k.a. Ghost of a Rose/Morrigan Moonwater/Nephthys Snape/Soundbreaker)
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn and the characters therein belong to Amano Akira. I make no profit in their use.
Summary: Lambo sees something he's never seen before.
Rating: PG – 13 for mentions of gore
Words: 1605
Author's Note(s): Set roughly 12YL. Gave a little taste of Reborn POV in this one. Touches loosely on the theme insides, which I translated into gore… Insides all over the inside of a warehouse, so you’re forewarned. Though, it’s nothing too graphic.
***
They all had to face it at one time or another. It was part of the job. Some did so younger than others, and some lasted an unusually long time without having to face the more grotesque scenarios that surrounded their lives. Honestly, Reborn would have been happy if Lambo had been spared at least a little longer from having such an up-close taste of gore, of flesh rendered from bodies until you couldn’t tell what it was anymore.
Tsuna, surprisingly, was a brick wall, and it made him proud. Despite the fights Vongola Decimo had been in, he had never seen carnage like they had found inside his warehouse. Carnage the Vongola had barely avoided being part of. To his right, Gokudera stood blank faced, though a little extra pale, being a buffer to anyone that wished to bother Tsuna as the don tried to process just what it was he had seen.
By the door of the warehouse, Hibari and Yamamoto stood, both silent and grave, seeing to the clean-up of the mess as well as investigating what had transpired. It was suppose to be a simple meeting. Nothing suspicious about it, other than all the Guardians had been invited. Wisely, Tsuna had left at least two of them behind, on the off chance it was a trap. Ryohei had sense arrived to be with them, but Mukuro and Chrome were notably absent.
Sighing to himself, Reborn moved away from where he’d been staying out of the way and approached the Thunder Guardian. Lambo had hidden himself on the backside of one of the cars, obscured by shadows. He wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t want Tsuna to see him so discomposed, or if it was sheer embarrassment over his initial reaction. He saw a flinch as he allowed his footsteps to alert the younger male he was walking toward him, and he bit back another sigh. Maybe it was something else all together, knowing the mind of the Bovino.
Wide green eyes hesitantly looked up at him as he actually crouched down beside the seventeen-year-old. He wasn’t surprised to see the tear-filled gaze quickly dart away. The boy was always extra twitchy around him, not that he ever paid it any thought.
There was a quiet sniff and rubbing of eyes and nose before Lambo cleared his throat. “Reborn-sama?” His voice cracked a little, and he didn’t look back up.
Reborn considered leaving him there, letting him hide from reality, but that would be befitting of the Vongola Thunder Guardia. “Stand up and come with me.” He himself stood and waited for the younger man to do as he instructed.
Only after a short hesitation, and glance over the side of the car toward Tsuna, did Lambo stand, keeping at least a foot between himself and Reborn. The hitman ignored this, knowing that Lambo would bulk if he wasn’t right there to prevent it, and stepped close. The tensing of muscles and hitch in the Bovino’s breathing didn’t go unnoticed, but they did go ignored. Placing his hand at the small of Lambo’s back, Reborn directed him toward the warehouse.
***
Lambo had nearly fainted when he glanced up and saw Reborn standing over him. He knew he had reacted horribly to the blood and gore inside the warehouse, but he had hoped to put off any reprimand at least until it wasn’t so fresh in his mind. All those people… pieces of them laying everywhere as if they’d exploded from the inside. Some of them he had even known.
Wiping at the evidence of his crying, he cleared his throat in hopes his voice wouldn’t crack when he spoke. “Reborn-sama?” He had hoped in vain, and there was no way he could even try to meet Reborn’s eyes.
The silence that dragged on for a few moments made his heart pound harder in his chest; there no way to anticipate what Reborn would say or do. And, he wished, for not the first time that he didn’t feel so small and helpless before the sheer presence of the older hitman.
When Reborn finally spoke, Lambo knew what it was the other man planned to do. He calculated the odds of being able to runaway. As much as he tried to reason with himself; that he had to get use to seeing death, that he was in a business where it was dealt out everyday without the blink of an eye, that he had to kill people and had once proclaimed himself a hitman . . .
Rising up enough to glance in Tsuna’s direction, noticing how he was being strong, how the other Guardian’s were being strong, Lambo stood. He nearly bulked again when Reborn shortened the distance between them, this time not because of what the other man was about to make him do. His heart nearly beat out of his chest, and he found it hard to breathe, when Reborn’s hand settled on the small of his back. Reborn had never touched him other than to hit him or kick him before. The soft, almost sympathetic touch was so new and unexpected, Lambo almost tripped over his own feet at first.
The Thunder Guardian met Yamamoto’s eyes briefly, the Rain Guardian stepping forward as if to stop their progress toward the warehouse, but a jerk of Reborn’s head made him pause. Glancing at Hibari, he noted the other seemed somewhat disgusted as he looked at him, and Lambo quickly turned his gaze from them both. Both the compassion and the disgust were too much for him, and he was again reminded of how young and foolish he was.
A light squeeze from the hand on his lower back made him jump a little, and he looked up at Reborn. The other man was looking straight ahead, eyes hidden in the shadow of his fedora, and Lambo couldn’t tell if it was just a twitch of the hand or if Reborn had been trying to tell him something. Reborn never twitched, he knew, so the touch had meant something… But what?
Suddenly, they were inside the door, and any thought about what that small squeeze had meant was forgotten. Some of the bodies had been removed, but pieces still littered the floor and walls. Blood caked everything, and its pungent coppery scent was so strong in the air Lambo could taste it. His stomach rolled, and he was forced to turn his face away and cover his nose and mouth with his hand. There were tears in his eyes again.
“Don’t look away, Lambo,” Reborn spoke, not looking over at him. “You dishonored them by running away to hide your tears embarrassment earlier. Now is your chance to make up for it.”
‘…dishonored them by running away… tears of embarrassment…’ Lambo’s eyes widened as he played the words over in his head. He slowly turned to look up at Reborn, a fire kindling in his eyes. “Is that what you think? That I was hiding? That I was crying because I was embarrassed?!” He hadn’t meant for his voice to be raised, but damn the man for not understanding, and damn him for having no heart.
Shock registered on Reborn’s face as he looked down at the Bovino, and Lambo would have been smug that he took him by surprise if he hadn’t been so mad at having the man think so poorly of him. “Then what were you doing, hiding behind the car and bawling your eyes out?”
“You bastard,” Lambo hissed, shoving away from him. “You think you know everything but you never understand anything!” The pain of having lost friends, of seeing such death and knowing his family had nearly been part of it, of having to see Tsuna hide his own emotions about the whole thing . . . It all bubbled to the surface and boiled over at the fedora wearing hitman.
He didn’t notice Reborn blink in stunned silence, see Yamamoto step inside to try to defuse the situation, or hear Tsuna call out to see what was going on. All Lambo saw was the blood, the gore; the faces that he knew had been inside. “Some of them were my friends,” he choked out, wiping at the salty water leaking from his eyes. “I was crying because they shouldn’t have died, not like that. I was hiding because I didn’t want to be in the way or upset Tsuna!”
Having nothing else to say, not feeling the need to answer to Reborn, Lambo spun around to run from the building. He never expected to collide with someone, to feel arms wrap around him comfortingly, or to hear his boss’s soft murmur that everything would be alright in his ear. Crying into Tsuna’s shoulder, another ache added to all the rest inside his heart. Why was it that the one person he wanted to be holding him most was the one that had caused him to end up crying all over his boss to begin with?
***
The Arcobaleno was shocked. He had never foreseen such a . . . violent reaction from the Thunder Guardian. Meeting the eyes of his former student, he wisely refrained from saying or doing anything, instead leaving Lambo in Tsuna’s capable hands. Walking out of the warehouse, he reasoned he was going to have to keep a close eye on Lambo. The boy was obviously going through some changes, and it would be prudent to know how and why. He wasn’t sure why, but he had a feeling getting to the bottom of it would be very important.
Chapter: Chapter 02 - Insides
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Pairing(s): Reborn/Lambo
Author: Athame (a.k.a. Ghost of a Rose/Morrigan Moonwater/Nephthys Snape/Soundbreaker)
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn and the characters therein belong to Amano Akira. I make no profit in their use.
Summary: Lambo sees something he's never seen before.
Rating: PG – 13 for mentions of gore
Words: 1605
Author's Note(s): Set roughly 12YL. Gave a little taste of Reborn POV in this one. Touches loosely on the theme insides, which I translated into gore… Insides all over the inside of a warehouse, so you’re forewarned. Though, it’s nothing too graphic.
They all had to face it at one time or another. It was part of the job. Some did so younger than others, and some lasted an unusually long time without having to face the more grotesque scenarios that surrounded their lives. Honestly, Reborn would have been happy if Lambo had been spared at least a little longer from having such an up-close taste of gore, of flesh rendered from bodies until you couldn’t tell what it was anymore.
Tsuna, surprisingly, was a brick wall, and it made him proud. Despite the fights Vongola Decimo had been in, he had never seen carnage like they had found inside his warehouse. Carnage the Vongola had barely avoided being part of. To his right, Gokudera stood blank faced, though a little extra pale, being a buffer to anyone that wished to bother Tsuna as the don tried to process just what it was he had seen.
By the door of the warehouse, Hibari and Yamamoto stood, both silent and grave, seeing to the clean-up of the mess as well as investigating what had transpired. It was suppose to be a simple meeting. Nothing suspicious about it, other than all the Guardians had been invited. Wisely, Tsuna had left at least two of them behind, on the off chance it was a trap. Ryohei had sense arrived to be with them, but Mukuro and Chrome were notably absent.
Sighing to himself, Reborn moved away from where he’d been staying out of the way and approached the Thunder Guardian. Lambo had hidden himself on the backside of one of the cars, obscured by shadows. He wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t want Tsuna to see him so discomposed, or if it was sheer embarrassment over his initial reaction. He saw a flinch as he allowed his footsteps to alert the younger male he was walking toward him, and he bit back another sigh. Maybe it was something else all together, knowing the mind of the Bovino.
Wide green eyes hesitantly looked up at him as he actually crouched down beside the seventeen-year-old. He wasn’t surprised to see the tear-filled gaze quickly dart away. The boy was always extra twitchy around him, not that he ever paid it any thought.
There was a quiet sniff and rubbing of eyes and nose before Lambo cleared his throat. “Reborn-sama?” His voice cracked a little, and he didn’t look back up.
Reborn considered leaving him there, letting him hide from reality, but that would be befitting of the Vongola Thunder Guardia. “Stand up and come with me.” He himself stood and waited for the younger man to do as he instructed.
Only after a short hesitation, and glance over the side of the car toward Tsuna, did Lambo stand, keeping at least a foot between himself and Reborn. The hitman ignored this, knowing that Lambo would bulk if he wasn’t right there to prevent it, and stepped close. The tensing of muscles and hitch in the Bovino’s breathing didn’t go unnoticed, but they did go ignored. Placing his hand at the small of Lambo’s back, Reborn directed him toward the warehouse.
Lambo had nearly fainted when he glanced up and saw Reborn standing over him. He knew he had reacted horribly to the blood and gore inside the warehouse, but he had hoped to put off any reprimand at least until it wasn’t so fresh in his mind. All those people… pieces of them laying everywhere as if they’d exploded from the inside. Some of them he had even known.
Wiping at the evidence of his crying, he cleared his throat in hopes his voice wouldn’t crack when he spoke. “Reborn-sama?” He had hoped in vain, and there was no way he could even try to meet Reborn’s eyes.
The silence that dragged on for a few moments made his heart pound harder in his chest; there no way to anticipate what Reborn would say or do. And, he wished, for not the first time that he didn’t feel so small and helpless before the sheer presence of the older hitman.
When Reborn finally spoke, Lambo knew what it was the other man planned to do. He calculated the odds of being able to runaway. As much as he tried to reason with himself; that he had to get use to seeing death, that he was in a business where it was dealt out everyday without the blink of an eye, that he had to kill people and had once proclaimed himself a hitman . . .
Rising up enough to glance in Tsuna’s direction, noticing how he was being strong, how the other Guardian’s were being strong, Lambo stood. He nearly bulked again when Reborn shortened the distance between them, this time not because of what the other man was about to make him do. His heart nearly beat out of his chest, and he found it hard to breathe, when Reborn’s hand settled on the small of his back. Reborn had never touched him other than to hit him or kick him before. The soft, almost sympathetic touch was so new and unexpected, Lambo almost tripped over his own feet at first.
The Thunder Guardian met Yamamoto’s eyes briefly, the Rain Guardian stepping forward as if to stop their progress toward the warehouse, but a jerk of Reborn’s head made him pause. Glancing at Hibari, he noted the other seemed somewhat disgusted as he looked at him, and Lambo quickly turned his gaze from them both. Both the compassion and the disgust were too much for him, and he was again reminded of how young and foolish he was.
A light squeeze from the hand on his lower back made him jump a little, and he looked up at Reborn. The other man was looking straight ahead, eyes hidden in the shadow of his fedora, and Lambo couldn’t tell if it was just a twitch of the hand or if Reborn had been trying to tell him something. Reborn never twitched, he knew, so the touch had meant something… But what?
Suddenly, they were inside the door, and any thought about what that small squeeze had meant was forgotten. Some of the bodies had been removed, but pieces still littered the floor and walls. Blood caked everything, and its pungent coppery scent was so strong in the air Lambo could taste it. His stomach rolled, and he was forced to turn his face away and cover his nose and mouth with his hand. There were tears in his eyes again.
“Don’t look away, Lambo,” Reborn spoke, not looking over at him. “You dishonored them by running away to hide your tears embarrassment earlier. Now is your chance to make up for it.”
‘…dishonored them by running away… tears of embarrassment…’ Lambo’s eyes widened as he played the words over in his head. He slowly turned to look up at Reborn, a fire kindling in his eyes. “Is that what you think? That I was hiding? That I was crying because I was embarrassed?!” He hadn’t meant for his voice to be raised, but damn the man for not understanding, and damn him for having no heart.
Shock registered on Reborn’s face as he looked down at the Bovino, and Lambo would have been smug that he took him by surprise if he hadn’t been so mad at having the man think so poorly of him. “Then what were you doing, hiding behind the car and bawling your eyes out?”
“You bastard,” Lambo hissed, shoving away from him. “You think you know everything but you never understand anything!” The pain of having lost friends, of seeing such death and knowing his family had nearly been part of it, of having to see Tsuna hide his own emotions about the whole thing . . . It all bubbled to the surface and boiled over at the fedora wearing hitman.
He didn’t notice Reborn blink in stunned silence, see Yamamoto step inside to try to defuse the situation, or hear Tsuna call out to see what was going on. All Lambo saw was the blood, the gore; the faces that he knew had been inside. “Some of them were my friends,” he choked out, wiping at the salty water leaking from his eyes. “I was crying because they shouldn’t have died, not like that. I was hiding because I didn’t want to be in the way or upset Tsuna!”
Having nothing else to say, not feeling the need to answer to Reborn, Lambo spun around to run from the building. He never expected to collide with someone, to feel arms wrap around him comfortingly, or to hear his boss’s soft murmur that everything would be alright in his ear. Crying into Tsuna’s shoulder, another ache added to all the rest inside his heart. Why was it that the one person he wanted to be holding him most was the one that had caused him to end up crying all over his boss to begin with?
The Arcobaleno was shocked. He had never foreseen such a . . . violent reaction from the Thunder Guardian. Meeting the eyes of his former student, he wisely refrained from saying or doing anything, instead leaving Lambo in Tsuna’s capable hands. Walking out of the warehouse, he reasoned he was going to have to keep a close eye on Lambo. The boy was obviously going through some changes, and it would be prudent to know how and why. He wasn’t sure why, but he had a feeling getting to the bottom of it would be very important.