Jumping Through Time (translated)

Chapter 3

The following times the bazooka was used by the child there was no trouble, not really. Well, maybe just... just one.

A very bored child, wanting someone to be there with him, looked at the weapon he knew he shouldn't touch. A weapon that would bring him to the person that always was happy to see him. No one said anything to him, no since he showed the scarf. The child didn't know why people kept away from him now, but he was grateful no one yelled at him or scolded him.

Nobody was exactly happy that the child took his favorite weapon anytime he wanted to, or that said child took it with him. No one understood that there was someone on the other side that always smiled at the child and gave him sweets and played with him. Not even the people that surrounded the kind man seemed to understand, but that didn't really matter.

- Here I come mister! - Saying this, the child pressed the trigger and everything became pink. - Mister! Mister! - The child did not wait for the smoke to clear, calling with great enthusiasm.

What would they do this time? Maybe he would get sweets or hot chocolate? He hoped... ah?

- Mister? - The child asked softly, puzzled.

This was not the weird big room with sofas and a big desk. Or the living room full of books and a long carpet. It wasn't even the pool. No, it wasn't any of those. It was too dark, and it also was... The child pressed whatever that was below him, confirming that it was very soft, like a pillow.

Moving around there was easy, but it was very fun. He could bounce! And very high! He couldn't do that in his bed. Maybe this was another game room?

Something ran away and light was everywhere. Thanks to this, the child noticed that he was in a bed. A very big bed. The child flinched when he saw the man with gray hair, who did not look happy to see him.

- This isn't a good time kid. - That... that was kind, not like the kind man he loved so much, but kind nonetheless. The frown of the man with gray hair lessened, showing a tired face. - The Tenth is not feeling well, I'd appreciate it if you didn't make too much noise if possible. - The child blinked several times at this, mostly because the man with gray hair sat down on the edge of the bed, leaving a tray... was that soup? - Sweets, that is what you want, right? Well, here you go.

There were many, many of his favorite candy, grape flavours. There was just a little thing:

- Lambo-sama didn't come for candy. - The child came to see the kind man. Not sweets. - Who isn't feeling well? What's wrong? - It scared him, because he didn't want anyone to go somewhere and never come back. - They won't go to a better place, right?

- A better...? No! - The man with gray hair refuted with fury as if the idea was dreadful. - No, he won't go anywhere Lambo. - Calmer, but still horrified, the man opened the curtain a little more. - He's just sick, see?

The child was a bit slow in noticing the figure below the sheets, even with the help of the man with gray hair. A bit far, and well hidden in that big bed, there was someone sleeping. Only the tousled brown, somewhat damp, hair could be seen.

- Wanna help me? - The man with gray hair didnt wait for an answer, getting closer to the sleeping figure. - It is time for his medicine, hopefully he will eat something this time... - If the man with gray hair said something more, Lambo couldn't hear it. - Tenth, Tenth, come on. It is time to get up... - Despite the calls and the shakes, there was only one complaint of being left alone from the sleeping figure.

- Mister? - Lambo ignored the look from the man with gray hair, bouncing to the sleeping man. It was not easy to move around that bed like one would expect. - Mister? - The child called again, moving the sheets around, worried and not knowing what to expect.

Pants, red and hot cheeks and nose, damp hair stuck to the face thanks to the sweat, breathing from the mouth. It was the kind man, the same kind man that always smiled when he saw the child.

- He will be fine, he is just sick. - Assured the man with gray hair. - In a few days he will be good as new. He just needs to take his medicine and rest. - The man shaked the sleeping figure from the shoulder. This provoked a frown and a growl of annoyance to be heard. - It is late Tenth, you can sleep again later...

- Does he have to wake up now? - Didn't he need to rest?

- He has to take his medicine, if he doesn't he won't get better soon. - If that was so important, Lambo knew a way that never failed to wake someone up.

- Hhhiiieeeee! – There, done. It never failed-

- Idiot! You don't electrocute people to wake them up! - But it never fails!

- Idiot! - He was awake now, he was fine. What else does he want? And why did he have to hit him?

- You little-

- Hayato. - At this, the man with gray hair stopped at once. Said man was not alone, Lambo didn't know that the kind man could be so intimidating.

Panting and with cheeks and nose so red, to not mention the tired and sleepy look the kind man had, this was a big surprise. Ah, the spiked hair didn't help. That was not avoidable, sadly...

- Hey Lambo... - A sneeze with... ugh.

- Here Tenth. - Where did the man with gray hair get the box of tissues?

- Thanks... - Was Lambo the only one asking where the box of tissues came from? - Are you alright? Hayato didn't hit you too hard, did he? You shouldn't hit him, he is only a child Hayato.

- But Tenth-

- Tenth nothing. Lambo is only a child. You don't hit children so you better apologize right now. - Needless to say, the apology was somewhat forced.

Lambo didn't have the time to complain or point out that the apology wasn't genuine when he found himself back in his room, alone once again.

Now worried that the kind mister could end in a better place. Why did all the sweet and warm people leave? Did the ants take them?