Jumping Through Time (translated)

Chapter 9

Of course the Ninth had to be notified. Of course the Ninth had to support the idea. The signals were crystal clear.

From his post, drinking an espresso and reading the newspaper while he waited for his next flight, Reborn had his attention on Lambo. Said kid was outside, playing with a little cow toy, well made, and eating blowfish.

The future Tenth was not trying to hide anything. The opposite, that's the only conclusion the best hitman in the world could end with. Reborn already regretted having to have an eye on that egocentric and problematic kid before even knowing who he was supposed to train to become the Tenth Vongola's boss.Reborn was very sure that the Tenth was doing all this intentionally. Why did he think so?

With what the kid was eating with so much gusto was more than enough, but no, the future Tenth didn't think so. The toy had flames dancing on it. Sky flames, purer than the Ninth's. Said flames were going to vanish soon. If it was well and good to know the potential that was waiting for him to exploit (it was Japanese food and he was going to Japan. He didn't believe in coincidences), it was way too much.

Puff!

In another time and place a kid appeared. A very happy kid, ready to find dad and tell him his day and, of course, play with him

Sadly, that wasn't what the kid found.

- Out of all the moments... - A guy with a pineapple hairstyle cursed under his breath. Before knowing what was happening, Lambo was in the arms of this guy and being carried outside of the room at high speed.

A room with lots of people on the floor. Screams. Weapons. And red.

- I want dad! - Lambo didn't even know who was this guy, so he felt not regret for biting with all his strength or for trying to throw his grenades.

Curses and explosions came to life, the man with the pineapple hairstyle behind him, telling him things he could not believe. If dad needed him, he was going to give his all. He is the great Lambo-sama after all!

-... not your right to do Vongola! - With all honesty, Lambo wouldn't have paid any mind to that if it wasn't by what followed:

- You were warned several times. You are in our territory. Did you really think that-

- Dad! - He couldn't see him, but he would know that voice anywhere!

Orange eyes darted to him, very big. First time there was no smile from seeing him. There was fear.

- Oh? I didn't know you had a kid... - The gun safety was heard, and then he saw himself as the target of a gun that did not delay in shooting.

Next thing he knew was that he was against someone's chest, orange flames that he had never seen before licking his skin. That, the sound of shooting and the feeling of the wind against his face. The maniacal laughs, joined with the steps of many people, didn't wait long to follow along.

- Run! Run like the rat you are Vongola! - Laughs, maniacal laughs, and shoots.

A hand pushed his head so he couldn't see. That didn't do much thanks to the noise, the movement, the smell of copper in the air, and the iron hold he was subject to.

A door was opened and closed forcefully. Then there was the strong feeling of falling and heavy breathing that wasn't his. He saw, barely, what seemed to be ice appear and cover what he thought was the door.

- Sorry for that Lambo... - He was freed, not for long though. A hand was placed firmly in what he thought was the door.

He didn't know that dad used gloves, or...

- It is warm... - It was fire, yet it didn't burn. It was comfy to touch, honestly.

- Of course it is. - A little laugh that became harsh coughs. He froze, seeing blood. - Sorry. You shouldn't be seeing any of this yet, but far, far away... - There was the smile, the sweet smile that he loved to see. It was ruined thanks to the blood falling for those lips.

- It is fine, dad... - He stopped, unable to speak anymore when he tried to get up to clean the blood and found something wet in the way. It was red too.

- No, don't look, dont worry about it. - A hand made him look up, tracing his chin. - Don't come back today, alright Lambo? We can play all you want tomorrow, but you can't come-

- He hid in this room! - Heavy hits, the walls trembled. - Knock it down!

- Forget them. - Happy, like nothing was wrong, dad brought one hand to his pocket and took out some candy. - I will be fine. Don't come back today, alright? - Those candies were pushed in his hands and before he could protest there was pink smoke everywhere.

If the anxiety of the teenager, as well as the spots of blood and lighting dancing along his body, didn't say anything good, then the kid that replaced the teenager just confirmed it. A kid ready to cry, with some bloody candy on his little hands, was like a slap to the face.

With a frown, ignoring the last traces of flames dancing along the kid's body, Reborn ordered Leon to transform in a gun and with a special bullet he shot a dog.

Playing with a dog should make the kid forget whatever he saw for a while.

The future Tenth was death set in saying that this kid was and will be his guardian of thunder no matter what, wasn't he? He better find something that was worth his time when he gets to the appointed address. Till now only those sky flames were the only positive the best hitman of the world could see.