Acknowledging Change
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Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,252
Reviews:
9
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Katekyo Hitman Reborn, and the characters therein, belong to Amano Akira. I make no profit in their use.
Who?
Title: Acknowledging Change
Chapter: Who?
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 is on the search for who left the agate jewelry in his room.
Rating: G
Words: 814
Author's Note(s): Written from Reborn’s POV this time, and may be OOC. Again, not beta read, so all mistakes are my own. It’s a whole lot of contemplation, be forewarned. Back to a shorter length, but I’ve already started the next chapter.
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It had been a week since Lambo had received his mystery gift; a week spent trying to covertly discern who had left the blue agate jewelry the teen now constantly wore. The entire thing was much more amusing than Reborn had ever hoped. That the boy would never suspect him, well, that was simply icing to the proverbial cake.
Really, he knew he should be concerned. The only one who seemed to notice anything was going on, or even notice the new jewelry, was Yamamoto, and the blank yet thoughtful look he’d given Reborn when he’d spotted it that first night at dinner confirmed to the older hitman he’d more than noticed new jewelry. No, Yamamoto somehow knew where the calf had gotten it. How, Reborn didn’t know, but that wasn’t really what he felt he should be concerned about. That no one else noticed even the slightest change in the boy . . .
All of the Guardians were busy men, all of them had their own agendas, and Reborn knew that, though they all tried, Lambo was left out and forgotten quite often. Where Tsuna use to be able to spend time with him, the boss had no time to give anymore. The Lambo that they had met in the past, via the ten year bazooka, had been much like his younger self; but… the Lambo of now was different. Likely, he’d not had as easy of a life, and the carefree spirit of his childhood had been tampered and matured by battles the other Lambo had not been subjected to.
Gone was the assassin that had been set on killing Reborn, and in his place was a quiet teenager striving so very hard to be a man that Tsuna would be proud of. Sometimes, Reborn wondered if it was brotherly or fatherly affection the boy looked upon his boss with. Because, no matter how hard he tried to make everyone else proud, it was Tsuna that Lambo looked to first and last. Another thing of concern was how that made him feel a seed of jealousy that the boy didn’t looked to him.
But, that was hardly the matter at hand. Watching as Lambo sucked on a stick of light blue candy and innocently rattled on about how it reminded him of blue agate, asking casually if Gokudera had ever seen blue agate with sharp eyes that watched for any sign the Storm Guardian might given at the subject, Reborn frowned. The Guardians were growing too complacent. Their instincts, their training was wavering. While Reborn was pleased they trusted one another so fully they did not feel the need to scrutinize one another, they had forgotten that their resounding trust was no reason to not continue to be vigilant. If they all relied on someone else to notice when something, however small, became amiss, they’d all be caught with their pants down, as the saying went.
Besides not realizing that Lambo was wearing the jewelry, Reborn would admit fashion was hardly something to need the attentions of Tsuna’s Guardians; they had failed to notice they were being questioned. While the subject was quite benign, pointless in fact, to their way of thinking, it showed a weakness. Complacency in one aspect would breed until they spoke freely of anything without realizing what they were doing, if the questions were but asked by the right person in the right way.
Running a hand through his hair, Reborn plucked his hat from his knee and stood. Maybe he was getting more paranoid as time passed, as Tsuna grew to need him less and less. It could very well be he was looking for an excuse to remind everyone who he was, what he did. He even considered that he was growing lax himself and had overlooked that the others were aware of what was going on.
Because you spend too much time watching the stupid cow instead of everyone else, he chided himself. Regardless, they all expected him to say and do things out of the blue, so making them train would put his mind at ease, and help him work off some frustrations. Yamamoto could see to anything pressing while he dealt with the rest of them, and if he needed help, Lambo would be able to provide at least a little support. After all, if the kid could spend a week slowly getting information out of them without being noticed, he’d earned a reprieve… for now.
If the boy didn’t figure out who had sent him the gift within another week, that would have to change. Grinning to himself, Reborn put his fedora on his head, tipped it over his eyes, and headed for Tsuna’s office. All the while, a smirk was on his face. It had been a while since he had been able to have fun at the others’ expense.
Chapter: Who?
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 is on the search for who left the agate jewelry in his room.
Rating: G
Words: 814
Author's Note(s): Written from Reborn’s POV this time, and may be OOC. Again, not beta read, so all mistakes are my own. It’s a whole lot of contemplation, be forewarned. Back to a shorter length, but I’ve already started the next chapter.
It had been a week since Lambo had received his mystery gift; a week spent trying to covertly discern who had left the blue agate jewelry the teen now constantly wore. The entire thing was much more amusing than Reborn had ever hoped. That the boy would never suspect him, well, that was simply icing to the proverbial cake.
Really, he knew he should be concerned. The only one who seemed to notice anything was going on, or even notice the new jewelry, was Yamamoto, and the blank yet thoughtful look he’d given Reborn when he’d spotted it that first night at dinner confirmed to the older hitman he’d more than noticed new jewelry. No, Yamamoto somehow knew where the calf had gotten it. How, Reborn didn’t know, but that wasn’t really what he felt he should be concerned about. That no one else noticed even the slightest change in the boy . . .
All of the Guardians were busy men, all of them had their own agendas, and Reborn knew that, though they all tried, Lambo was left out and forgotten quite often. Where Tsuna use to be able to spend time with him, the boss had no time to give anymore. The Lambo that they had met in the past, via the ten year bazooka, had been much like his younger self; but… the Lambo of now was different. Likely, he’d not had as easy of a life, and the carefree spirit of his childhood had been tampered and matured by battles the other Lambo had not been subjected to.
Gone was the assassin that had been set on killing Reborn, and in his place was a quiet teenager striving so very hard to be a man that Tsuna would be proud of. Sometimes, Reborn wondered if it was brotherly or fatherly affection the boy looked upon his boss with. Because, no matter how hard he tried to make everyone else proud, it was Tsuna that Lambo looked to first and last. Another thing of concern was how that made him feel a seed of jealousy that the boy didn’t looked to him.
But, that was hardly the matter at hand. Watching as Lambo sucked on a stick of light blue candy and innocently rattled on about how it reminded him of blue agate, asking casually if Gokudera had ever seen blue agate with sharp eyes that watched for any sign the Storm Guardian might given at the subject, Reborn frowned. The Guardians were growing too complacent. Their instincts, their training was wavering. While Reborn was pleased they trusted one another so fully they did not feel the need to scrutinize one another, they had forgotten that their resounding trust was no reason to not continue to be vigilant. If they all relied on someone else to notice when something, however small, became amiss, they’d all be caught with their pants down, as the saying went.
Besides not realizing that Lambo was wearing the jewelry, Reborn would admit fashion was hardly something to need the attentions of Tsuna’s Guardians; they had failed to notice they were being questioned. While the subject was quite benign, pointless in fact, to their way of thinking, it showed a weakness. Complacency in one aspect would breed until they spoke freely of anything without realizing what they were doing, if the questions were but asked by the right person in the right way.
Running a hand through his hair, Reborn plucked his hat from his knee and stood. Maybe he was getting more paranoid as time passed, as Tsuna grew to need him less and less. It could very well be he was looking for an excuse to remind everyone who he was, what he did. He even considered that he was growing lax himself and had overlooked that the others were aware of what was going on.
Because you spend too much time watching the stupid cow instead of everyone else, he chided himself. Regardless, they all expected him to say and do things out of the blue, so making them train would put his mind at ease, and help him work off some frustrations. Yamamoto could see to anything pressing while he dealt with the rest of them, and if he needed help, Lambo would be able to provide at least a little support. After all, if the kid could spend a week slowly getting information out of them without being noticed, he’d earned a reprieve… for now.
If the boy didn’t figure out who had sent him the gift within another week, that would have to change. Grinning to himself, Reborn put his fedora on his head, tipped it over his eyes, and headed for Tsuna’s office. All the while, a smirk was on his face. It had been a while since he had been able to have fun at the others’ expense.