Acknowledging Change
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Adult
Chapters:
9
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Middles
Title: Acknowledging Change
Chapter: Middles
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 never asks to be part of debates, he just ends up in them.
Rating: G
Words: 859
Author's Note(s): Just the usual. Not beta read, more than likely slight OOC-ness to be had.
***
He didn’t know if it was because he was so much younger and wanting his fellow Guardians and boss to respect him, hell, like him; or if it was that he was naturally a pushover. Whatever the reason, Lambo seemed to always find himself stuck in the middle of arguments, each side wanting him to choose, or declaring him to be on, one side or the other. Half the time, this seemed to end badly for him, often making one side, usually both, angry; if not simply being blamed for the whole mess.
This time was no different. The others at the table were bickering, or rather had been bickering, about what to do for Tsuna’s birthday, never mind that it was July and they had a little under three months to plan the whole thing. The arguing had come to a standstill; all eyes were on Lambo, awaiting his opinion.
Gokudera and Ryohei both looked expectant, while Yamamoto simply smiled. Squalo, who had protested vehemently about even being included in the conversation, looked murderous as ever. He agreed with Yamamoto, that they should just have a simple famiglia dinner. But, Ryohei and Gokudera, impulsive and passionate as always, felt they should have a jubilee to celebrate.
Two against two, they had turned to an unsuspecting Lambo as he came into the kitchen for a glass of milk. Gokudera grabbed his arm before he could get that far, shoving him into a seat at the table. As they all waited for his opinion, he shifted in his seat and fingered the agate around his neck.
Lambo knew, of them all, Yamamoto would be the only one he couldn’t upset; disappoint, probably, but not upset. Squalo scared him, more so than Gokudera could ever dream of doing. And, Ryohei . . . he’d get loud, but he’d never hurt anyone, unless they were training. That left him with an option; agree with Gokudera and piss off Squalo, hell if he was doing that, or agree with Squalo and anger Gokudera, an only slightly less dangerous choice. At least Gokudera wouldn’t kill him. Not even Xanxus could really control . . .
‘Wait a minute . . .’ It would be dangerous to suggest. He’d make three of them angry, but it kept him from choosing sides. Remembering something Reborn had said, he, casually as he could, suggested, “Why not have a large dinner with just the famiglia, but instead of just for Sawada-san, for Xanxus, too?”
His question was met with total silence. Three horrified stares and one smirk gave to three loud voices and a gentle smile. It was hard for him to understand what the three silver-white haired men were saying, but that they disagreed was obvious. He gave a brief thought in wonder if people with hair like theirs were predisposed to behave like they did.
Wisely, before they turned there displeasure toward him, Lambo fled the kitchen. He could get his milk later. Yamamoto’s laugh eerily reminded him of Reborn, but he refused to believe the swordsman was anywhere near as . . . How did Tsuna put that . . . Spartan as Reborn.
***
Severus hours later, Lambo was sitting in the kitchen again. Thankfully, this time he was alone and able to enjoy his glass of milk. He was almost finished when someone came up behind him. Without turning, he knew it was Reborn. After twelve years of following him and then simply watching him, he just knew. Reborn had this . . . presence that permeated the room. His unique cologne didn’t hurt anything, either.
“You caused quite the stir today,” the hitman finally spoke.
Setting down his glass, he glanced back at the other man. He had to be referring to the argument he’d started. At least this time he really was at fault, in part. It’d be a challenge to avoid the three older men the rest of the day, but he’d perfected avoiding danger rather well over the years.
Reborn moved and sat down across from him. “The party will be on the twelfth. While most of the Guardians and Varia don’t agree with you, Tsuna does. Though, Gokudera’s very mad at you, for that and ruining any surprise party he could have planned.” They both knew he’d never have been able to surprise Tsuna. The Tenth had really become adept with his intuition.
Lambo stood and put his glass in the sink, running water into it. “And Xanxus-san?”
“It was left to Squalo to inform him. Unless someone tells him first, I doubt he’ll know before October eleventh.” Though, there was no movement, Lambo could hear the eye roll in Reborn’s voice.
Lambo gave a brief nod, turning to leave. Reborn was being nice and he didn’t want to press that. “Good evening, Reborn-sama.”
“Tsuna has a mission for you. Be in his office first thing in the morning.” With Reborn’s eyes hidden in the shadow of his hat, Lambo couldn’t tell if he was going to like this mission or not.
Nodding, he gave a faint smile. “Alright.” With that, he left to turn in for the night.
Chapter: Middles
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 never asks to be part of debates, he just ends up in them.
Rating: G
Words: 859
Author's Note(s): Just the usual. Not beta read, more than likely slight OOC-ness to be had.
He didn’t know if it was because he was so much younger and wanting his fellow Guardians and boss to respect him, hell, like him; or if it was that he was naturally a pushover. Whatever the reason, Lambo seemed to always find himself stuck in the middle of arguments, each side wanting him to choose, or declaring him to be on, one side or the other. Half the time, this seemed to end badly for him, often making one side, usually both, angry; if not simply being blamed for the whole mess.
This time was no different. The others at the table were bickering, or rather had been bickering, about what to do for Tsuna’s birthday, never mind that it was July and they had a little under three months to plan the whole thing. The arguing had come to a standstill; all eyes were on Lambo, awaiting his opinion.
Gokudera and Ryohei both looked expectant, while Yamamoto simply smiled. Squalo, who had protested vehemently about even being included in the conversation, looked murderous as ever. He agreed with Yamamoto, that they should just have a simple famiglia dinner. But, Ryohei and Gokudera, impulsive and passionate as always, felt they should have a jubilee to celebrate.
Two against two, they had turned to an unsuspecting Lambo as he came into the kitchen for a glass of milk. Gokudera grabbed his arm before he could get that far, shoving him into a seat at the table. As they all waited for his opinion, he shifted in his seat and fingered the agate around his neck.
Lambo knew, of them all, Yamamoto would be the only one he couldn’t upset; disappoint, probably, but not upset. Squalo scared him, more so than Gokudera could ever dream of doing. And, Ryohei . . . he’d get loud, but he’d never hurt anyone, unless they were training. That left him with an option; agree with Gokudera and piss off Squalo, hell if he was doing that, or agree with Squalo and anger Gokudera, an only slightly less dangerous choice. At least Gokudera wouldn’t kill him. Not even Xanxus could really control . . .
‘Wait a minute . . .’ It would be dangerous to suggest. He’d make three of them angry, but it kept him from choosing sides. Remembering something Reborn had said, he, casually as he could, suggested, “Why not have a large dinner with just the famiglia, but instead of just for Sawada-san, for Xanxus, too?”
His question was met with total silence. Three horrified stares and one smirk gave to three loud voices and a gentle smile. It was hard for him to understand what the three silver-white haired men were saying, but that they disagreed was obvious. He gave a brief thought in wonder if people with hair like theirs were predisposed to behave like they did.
Wisely, before they turned there displeasure toward him, Lambo fled the kitchen. He could get his milk later. Yamamoto’s laugh eerily reminded him of Reborn, but he refused to believe the swordsman was anywhere near as . . . How did Tsuna put that . . . Spartan as Reborn.
***
Severus hours later, Lambo was sitting in the kitchen again. Thankfully, this time he was alone and able to enjoy his glass of milk. He was almost finished when someone came up behind him. Without turning, he knew it was Reborn. After twelve years of following him and then simply watching him, he just knew. Reborn had this . . . presence that permeated the room. His unique cologne didn’t hurt anything, either.
“You caused quite the stir today,” the hitman finally spoke.
Setting down his glass, he glanced back at the other man. He had to be referring to the argument he’d started. At least this time he really was at fault, in part. It’d be a challenge to avoid the three older men the rest of the day, but he’d perfected avoiding danger rather well over the years.
Reborn moved and sat down across from him. “The party will be on the twelfth. While most of the Guardians and Varia don’t agree with you, Tsuna does. Though, Gokudera’s very mad at you, for that and ruining any surprise party he could have planned.” They both knew he’d never have been able to surprise Tsuna. The Tenth had really become adept with his intuition.
Lambo stood and put his glass in the sink, running water into it. “And Xanxus-san?”
“It was left to Squalo to inform him. Unless someone tells him first, I doubt he’ll know before October eleventh.” Though, there was no movement, Lambo could hear the eye roll in Reborn’s voice.
Lambo gave a brief nod, turning to leave. Reborn was being nice and he didn’t want to press that. “Good evening, Reborn-sama.”
“Tsuna has a mission for you. Be in his office first thing in the morning.” With Reborn’s eyes hidden in the shadow of his hat, Lambo couldn’t tell if he was going to like this mission or not.
Nodding, he gave a faint smile. “Alright.” With that, he left to turn in for the night.