Jumping Through Time (translated)

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If there was something that no one could understand it was the relationship between the Tenth and his lighting guardian. After all, almost since the beginning the Tenth was close to the child, attached even. The spoiled attitude, the bad manners and the gift to annoy everybody to the point of wanting to strangulate said kid was not something it could be ignored. It didn't help the threatening and possessive signs from the Tenth that only this kid could show indirectly everytime he used the bazooka. Nothing of this made sense. Or at least that was the case till the "Incident" happened. A revelation in its shadow that no one would say aloud.

-...bo! – A boy with brown chocolate hair stopped. Hands on his knees, painting harshly, sweat running down his forehead. - Lambo! - The boy called again, more worried than angry.

Most were angrier than more worried at this point. Following a kid that didn't listen and had the nerve to stick his tongue out to them and laugh. Didn't take seriously the warnings, the threats and anything else he was told. It was to blow up in fury. Lambo believed it was a game. Maybe the game of catch. Said kid carried, running around, the bazooka, which had a crack and was throwing sparks. The kid, probably, hasn't noticed that, playing all day. He surely thought they were lying to him to make him stop and lose whatever game they were playing.

It was highly probably that Lambo hasn't noticed, or was plainly ignoring it-

-... brat. - Finished the guy with silver hair in a murmur. Said guy had his face covered in mud thanks to tripping over who knows what that ended with him on the floor. - Stop laughing, you stupid idiot! - The guy blew up once again. This time to a boy that didn't see anything wrong with what was going on and just could laugh.

- Ma ma, you worry too much. Let's just wait till he gets tired. - Said the one that had the best physical condition and believed everything was a game.

- I wouldn't be worried if someone hadn't hit that bazooka with a ball into a puddle. - Yamamoto just continued to smile like nothing was wrong. The accusation and the fury in the other's eyes fell didn't deter Yamamoto. Inside, the baseball player grimaced and asked himself why, why out of all days Lambo had to choose today to follow them while hiding from their view.

Like a treacherous whisper, Yamamoto and Gokudera remembered why:

- Dad can't catch Lambo-sama! - It was a mockery as well as a fond call. It didn't help the kid's gestures to call the attention of Tsunayoshi.

Now that Lambo knew who "dad" was, Lambo followed him or looked for him everywhere. The kid did nothing but smile. A smile that said very well that his owner knew he would not be punished. A smile that was smug enough to make more than one person want to hit him in the head thanks to the jealousy said smile brought. A few cute words, that smile, and "dad" would do nothing more than scold him a bit and indulge a lot without knowing. "Dad" would carry the kid with him on his arms till they got home, ignoring or not noticing the smug look the kid would give everybody else, like saying: "he is mine and there is nothing you can do, losers".

The worst thing was that, sometimes, they could not avoid thinking that the kid was right. No matter how Tsuna tried to deny and correct Lambo that he wasn't "dad", no matter how nervous or embarrassed he got, the kid had him wrapped around his little finger.

- Get down from there! - Any "scolding" that Lambo would have gotten by what he called Tsuna was forgotten thanks to what the kid was doing. The kid was over a high railing that wasn't very stable. - When did he get there? - Whispered Tsunayoshi, panic starting to appear. It was no wonder why. - How did he even get there? - Some things were better unknown, but this time no one had any idea. - LAMBO!