Lightning Time Bomb

Tick. Tock.

Lightning crackled the dark night sky. A seven-year old boy in his large and brightly colored room stirred in his sleep.

Tick. Tock.

Thunder roared and shook the windows. The little boy slowly got up from his bed and crawled his way outside the room.

Tick. Tock.

Lightning flashed again. The little boy yawned softly as he navigated his way out of the large mansion. He reached the ornate wooden doors and turned the locks open. He barged into the dark starless night.

Tick. Tock.

The next day, the occupants of the mansion were startled to find the boy missing in his room, they discovered later however, the quietly sleeping form of the child out in the wide grassy meadow. He still has his blankets on him, though just like his pajamas, they were strangely singed.

ooOoo

Bovino Lambo woke up inside his room again. The sunlight illuminating through the windows, and the smell of fresh laundry tickled his nose. He turned sideways and buried his sleepy head into his cushiony pillow, closing his eyes. The door to his bedroom opened gently and a young man with gravity defying brown hair, big chocolate brown eyes, and wearing a kind and soft expression on his features stepped inside towards the child.

"Lambo," he shook the little boy gently. The boy lifted a single eye open to reveal electric green orbs.

"Lambo, it's time for breakfast." he whispered into the boy's ear which he saw perked up slightly at the mansion of 'breakfast'. Tsuna chuckled softly at the reaction.

Lambo sat and rubbed his sleepy eyes, he then spread out his arms at the air and the young man understood. He bent slowly and reached for the boy. He grunted softly as he carried his weight and let out a satisfied sigh when Lambo nestled his head on the young man's neck. He has Lambo safely in his arms.

Tsuna slowly but surely made his way outside of the room and towards the dining hall where he was met by the glances of several people who were already there. He particularly took notice of the old man sitting at the head of the table and gave him a slight nod and smile of greeting.

A silverette young man of his age went over to him.

"The Tenth shouldn't bother himself with waking up the stupid cow. You could have asked one of us instead." he then reached out his arms and the brunette gently placed the sleeping child to his waiting arms.

"Maa, Gokudera. It's fine. I'd like to wake up Lambo anyway."

The boy rubbed his head affectionately on the silverette's shoulder with a soft childlike purr.

From behind Gokudera, a tall raven-haired young man ran a hand softly into Lambo's curly raven locks.

"Good morning to you, Lambo." He chuckled lightly.

Lambo didn't answer but gave a soft hum as a response.

"Just what happened with this stupid cow for him to be this groggy in the morning?" wondered Hayato for the boy usually becomes energetic in the early hours after waking up.

Tsuna gave a small shrug and he led the three of them to sit around the large wooden table. He took a seat on the left side of the old man, Gokudera beside him with Lambo on his lap and slouched againts his chest, Yamamoto sat beside Hayato.

A small smile crept the face of the Vongola Nono as he turned his gaze to Lambo.

"He still hasn't woken up?" he spoke in a strangely accented Japanese.

Tsuna shook his head lightly, "He came to when I went to his room but I guess he just went back to sleep when I picked him up.

Just then, footsteps were heard and three more people entered the dining hall. Ryohei raised his fist in a morning greeting.

"EXTREMELY Good Morning to everyone!" he practically shouted at them.

Gokudera raised both hands to cover his ears and exclaimed irritably, "Stop yelling Turf To! You're waking the mansion!" in an equally loud voice.

Tsuna flinched at the shouting duo and said in a low voice, "But Gokudera-kun, you're shouting too."

Yamamoto just laughed, "Maa, maa. Senpai and Gokudera sure are lively."

"Shut up Baseball Freak."

"Hn." A chilling aura suddenly enveloped the hall from an annoyed grunt of a prefect sitting at the farthest end of the table.

"Hiieee. Hibari-san is here!"

"He's been here for quite a while now, Tsuna-kun," Vongola Nono informed them.

"Oya, has the skylark been so hungry he got up early pigging out food?" came the teasing voice of Mukuro.

"Mukuro-sama, please don't start a fight this early in the morning." Piped up Chrome.

Tsuna sighed, "Chrome's right. We haven't even eaten breakfast. Please don't destroy the mansion."

"Is there an EXTREME fight Sawada?" asked Ryohei with great enthusiasm.

"No onii-san, please sit down."

The three of them took their respective seats on the left side. Ryohei sat next to Takeshi, Chrome in between Mukuro and a glaring Hibari.

It didn't take long when a group of old men in black suit marched into the kitchen, Nono's right-hand man, Coyote led the party to sit at Nono's right side.

"Hn. I don't like crowding."

They ignored Hibari and Coyote bowed respectfully to Nono, then smiled at Tsuna and his Guardians.

"Good Morning Decimo." He said in Italian.

Tsuna hastily went over his limited Italian vocabulary and said in response, "Good Morning to you too Coyote-san."

The rest of the Nono Guardians gave their greeting.

Then Nono clapped his hands for their attention and addressed Tsuna.

"Tsuna-kun, I'm glad you and your Guardians have joined us in breakfast today. How are you finding Italy so far?"

For the Tenth Generation Vongola heir and his Guardians have received an invitation from the current Vongola boss to spend their summer vacation in Italy. Tsuna originally declined the offer, not because he does not want to, but the idea of bringing his disastrous guardians along worry him, although he was also considering the idea that they may not all come anyway. Surprisingly, everyone responded positively to the invite, even Hibari and Mukuro, although Tsuna feels that they agreed to come for a different reason.

It was now their second day in the mafia country. They only arrived yesterday afternoon and were rather tired from the travel that they didn't get to tour around the estate. They were given a quick tour around the mansion however. It was also the first time they got to dine together with the Ninth Generation eversince arriving.

Tsuna smiled, "Going pretty well I guess? We haven't had time to go around yet."

Timoteo nodded, "Well you'll have a lot of time to do today and the coming days. Please don't hesitate if you need anything or wish to be taken to town. I have the servants ready at your service."

Tsuna blushed, embarrassed, "Tha-thank you, Grandpa. But you really don't have to go that far. We can take care of ourselves."

Timoteo grinned, "Not in a foreign country I believe."

They all took in a moment of silence as the maids laid platters of food on the table. Yamamoto and Ryohei were gushing over the foreign cuisine and Gokudera was impatiently introducing each dish.

"That's right, Gokudera-kun's half Italian after all." Tsuna thought.

Surprisingly, Lambo slept through all of this, he was still leaning on Gokudera's chest and clutching tiny hands on the front of his shirt.

Throughout breakfast, small chatters were made between the Ninth and Tenth Generation Vongola. The Ninth were glad to help familiarize the younger generation with the Vongola while the Tenth, courtesy of Yamamoto and Ryohei, were firing strings of question at the older men. Chrome remained quietly seated, now going through a bowl of fruit. Mukuro contented himself with some coffee and Hibari has just finished his plate.

Suddenly, a yawn and a childlike giggle was heard and all eyes turned to Lambo.

"You're finally awake huh, stupid cow. Just in time."

Lambo turned his head around and surveyed his eyes on his surroundings, Gokudera shifted the child so he was now facing the table.

He tilted his head curiously and blurted in sudden Italian, "Where are we? And who are those old men?" he pointed at the Ninth's Guardians.

Timoteo smiled warmly at the child and replied in his native language, "Good morning little one. We are in the dining hall of the Vongola mansion, and those men are my Guardians."

Lambo considered this for a moment before pulling a plate into his side, Tsuna had already filled the child's plate with food.

"Eat up, Lambo."

Lambo obeyed and picked up a roll of croissant and munched into it.

Tsuna turned his attention to Nono once more, "Where is Reborn, Grandpa?"

"He already went for breakfast earlier. He said he has some place to go before leaving."

Tsuna nodded, just where is his hitman tutor headed to.

"I hope he's not doing something crazy again."

Lambo spoke again, food stuffed in his mouth.

"The lights were pretty! They were so bright!" he switched to Japanese.

"Eh? What lights Lambo?"

"The lights!" he repeated.

"Ahaha, I think Lambo's telling us where he went off last night."

"Where did you extremely go Lambo? We were worried to the extreme because you weren't in your bed when Tsuna came to check."

Lambo looked puzzled at them, "Lambo-san went to follow the lights. Because they were pretty and Lambo-san likes pretty things."

Gokudera sighed exasperatedly, "That's why we're asking what lights you're talking about stupid cow."

"Shut up Stupidera!"

"Maa, maa let's all talk calmly, ne?"

Coyote, Nono's right-hand man, turned to them and asked, "Are you talking about the lights outside the mansion, Lambo-kun?"

Lambo shook his head, "No. Those lights that I saw were prettier. They sparkled!" he told the man gleefully.

"Kufufufu, obviously the little lamb's talking about the lightning last night." Mukuro supplied.

"Lightning?"

"He's a Lightning Guardian after all."

Gokudera glanced at Mukuro, "And why would he go out of the mansion for some lightning?"

Mukuro shrugged, "Beats me, why don't you ask him."

Lambo's face brightened and he turned to everyone, "Because the lightning was pretty! Lambo-san went outside to touch it."

"Touch the lightning? Lambo, what are you talking about?" Tsuna asked in confusion.

"I called for the lightning to come down and they struck Lambo-san." He said simply.

"Eh? You can do that."

"As I said, he's a Lightning Guardian afterall."

Yamamoto laughed, "Hahaha! That's true! But I can't call the rain to pour. Gokudera can't summon a storm, and Tsuna can't do so to the sky. Wait, can you Tsuna?"

Tsuna shook his head, "No. that would be weird. Besides," he looked over at Timoteo who gave him a smile, "Aren't our attributes suppose to describe our personality and flame power and not do something like control the weather?"

Timoteo nodded, "That's correct. But Lambo-kun has always been different. Perhaps the young boy has been closely associated with his attribute that he has taken it into himself."

"Lambo being associated with the lightning? I guess that could be true. He has an electricity-resistant body afterall. And we've seen him summon some lightning before and his 20-year older self as well."

Then another thought came upon Tsuna, "Eh Lambo why did you call down the lightning?"

Lambo swallowed a whole piece of bread before saying, "It calms Lambo-san. Gyuudon also wants lightning."

"So it's like charging himself with lightning." Gokudera commented. "Hey stupid cow, what do you feel when electricity strikes you?"

Lambo slurped on his milk and answered, "Tickled. Electricity tickles Lambo-san. But it's kind and does not hurt me."

The Ninth's Lightning Guardian spoke, "It really is interesting. That child's power." He said. "Even among us Lightning flame users, we still get hurt by electricity striking our body. That child has no problem with it whatsoever."

"Well, he has Electric Couio." Gokudera interjected.

"That's true. But have you ever come to think for a moment how a kid at such a young age was able to acquire such an excellent skill?"

The table turned silent at this remark, their eyes on the little Lightning Guardian happily finishing the food on his plate.

ooOoo

END.