Don't own KHR.

Anything, Everything

A lunge, four mistake. He dodges; three mistakes. A retaliation; two openings. Eyes twitched to follow the moving hands of the teenager skidding on the concrete. Tearing eyes looked up, and the stopped twitching.

"Gotta…stay…calm…" Tears started running and everything went black.

Green eyes looked up lazily from the paper and to the blinking box before him. Delete Now? A blink, and a small spark raced off of his arm. Deleted. The machine wirred, before disappearing into the overall mechanism, forming a familiar bazooka.

Cow-print covered hands picked up the weapon, before it disappeared into a familiar afro. Hearing the shouting and everyday chaos of breakfast downstairs, green eyes lit up with joy and a bright (fake) grin covered a boyish face.

Prepared now, young Lambo Bovino walked downstairs, his skin both toughening and growing weaker with each step.

Lambo watched as Tsuna yelled at Reborn (probably about not being fit to be a Mafia boss again), hiding his smirk behind a glass of juice. Raising one hand to rub his eye with the back of it, the same hand squeezed and grinded swiftly.

Small streams of powder fell from his now open hand into the drink. Sighing softly, Lambo continued to drink the juice, ignoring the now faint scent of poison rising from it.

Finishing breakfast, Lambo left with a black eye from Reborn and a lollipop (crystallized death cap) hanging from his mouth. The young Bovino turned a corner, and unzipped a secret zipper on his sleeve.

A swollen wrist joint met his eyes, and the five-year old lazily skimmed his eyes over the swollen blood vessels and purplish rashes before grunting and hiding his flesh again. His immunity was rising; the symptoms don't look as bad as even last week.

He'll have to switch to another poison soon. He has to be able to brush off poison to be useful to the Family.

He has to.

"Gotta…stay…calm…" On the outside tears glittered in green eyes. On the inside a chuckle echoed in his mind. Once he was inside the Ten Year Bazooka, he let out a quiet giggle before disappearing in a puff of pink smoke.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a bunker with a ten years older Hibari staring at him, tonfas out. Lambo took a defensive stance, and then they began to train him for future trials.

Five minutes passed, and Lambo bowed to the older Hibari before disappearing back to his present.

"Why are you so pathetic, ahoushi?" Lambo looked blankly at the half-Italian for a second before pouting and glaring at him.

"Shut up, stupidera." Grabbing the bazooka from the ground, he put it back in his afro and ran back to his house in "tears".

That evening, the routine started again, and no one seemed the wiser as the "crybaby" disappeared in a puff of pink smoke. The teenager looked up from his plate at the eyes glancing over him before looking back down and taking a sip of the juice there.

Eyebrows flew up in amusement; he had almost forgotten how weak the poison was when he started dosing. Looking at his food, he saw small dots of sauce in a recognizable pattern. More.

Lazy smile still on his lips, no one saw the teenager slip a small pouch underneath the plate before disappearing once more.

The next day, Lambo was too sick to go to school.

"Have you figured out how it is we can communicate like this despite the time barrier?"

"I think, as the holder of the Ten Year Bazooka, we can disregard time the same way we do in real life. That factored with our desire to better ourselves for the Vongola creates the loophole in the theory of time. As we say, anything for the Family…"

"Everything for the Family."

"Exactly. Now give me your report on what mistakes you saw me make and what Reborn's potential openings were." Heads together and eyes focused on the bound report that just appeared, five and fifteen year old Lambo trained in finding weaknesses and openings.

"Now now, Signore, you need to calm down. My don is only a teenager; he is still accepting the Mafioso within him."

"I will believe you this time, Lambo. I will hold my dealings with you for now, but you will owe me."

"I still have a body limit, Signore."

"Very well. I will talk to you tomorrow. Good night."

"Good night, Signore Coccodrillo." The phone snapped shut, and Lambo sighed before hiding it in his hair once more.

Looks like the Vongola would remain in good relations with the Coccodrillo for now.

"Who was that, ahoushi?"

The Bovino responded with a grenade and a "Die, Reborn!"

He has all of the Vongola fooled. Not even Reborn has realized that there is more to him and his fifteen year old self than meets the eye yet. They all think he is innocent, doesn't know what he's doing, and is unfit to be a Guardian.

They are all wrong.

Because he was born into this world. He was trained to be a hitman, and he has worked with his future self longer than his memories tell him. He hides the truth, and will continue to do so until the time to show them is right.

He will hide the truth until they need him to protect them.

As he says, anything for the Family, everything for the Family.

I think Lambo is the cutest thing in the world, and I just thought that, as a child raised in the Mafia, he would have more secrets and abilities than he shows at times.

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Ja ne!