Jumping Through Time (translated)

Chapter 16

Perhaps, to the thunder guardian, the empty space where someone should be after the smoke produced from the Ten Years Bazooka cleared was one of his worst nightmares. Be it or not, it couldn't be argued that one of the worst fears of the Tenth's family was when, for some reason, the Bazooka hit the young boy with brown, spiked, hair. It was

a complete mystery. Talking about it was the same as asking for a VIP date to the hospital or the grave.

With a big smile, making a tune of a song and almost jumping at each step, a kid wearing a cow costume was hugging a grape candy pack. Said packed was being reduced systematically without mercy. Just behind, in the distance, could be heard ambulance's sirens and could be seen little black clouds rising up without any hurry.

- Dad! - Running the last steps, the kid called out as loud and cheerful as he could, ignoring everything else.

This "everything else" included the owner of the house, who was humming while cooking something in the kitchen. Nana could stop herself from smiling and finding cute what Lambo was doing. It wasn't like she had any other option. No matter how many times they tried, the kid refused to leave the "nickname" and honestly... who was going to argue with the man that basically bathed the kid in gifts and affection and left their mark on the child in an unmistakable way? Even less with the teenager that, even though they tried, they truly did not want this change and was won over without even knowing it. No, it wasn't possible.

"Everything else" also included the guests the kid hadn't seen, the odd lack of noise.

and how tense the atmosphere was. Of course, the child wouldn't have noticed the latter anyway. It was pretty rare when there was no noise, when there weren't shouts, yells, laughs, giggles or who knows what else nowadays. There was always something, so this silence was weird.

What would have given a bad feeling to anyone else, it just bounced like a rubber ball with Lambo. Said kid was so happy in life, with only one goal in mind: find dad and show what he got, be spoiled rotten and ask for a fairytale or two. Of course the boy with chocolate eyes would do more than a double take. He would scold Lambo, probably would ground him so the child would not do something like that for a few days and then, finally, he would stay with the child almost all day. This, of course, to the jealousy of many.

-...dd, this is not normal-Lambo!

The panic call burst the happy bubble the thunder guardian was in, making the kid stop half way from dad's room. It was then when Lambo noticed they had visitors. Three people. One of them wasn't happy at all to be there and seemed to be a second away from beating everybody to a pulp. No one smile. And no one was dad.

- Hey, why don't you go with I-pin and Fuuta? - Lambo was not a fool. The kid got right away they didn't want him there. - I think they are eating ice cream, and I don't know if Tsuna brought enough for these little gluttons. - This would have worked at any other time. Lambo would have gone right way to see (it was ice cream they were talking about!), and would have not believed it would be a lie...

- Dad? - The kid asked in an unmistakable way, running immediately to jump over the bed. There was no one there. - Dad?

- He isn't here you stupid cow. - In that Lambo was clear. - He will be back soon, so go away.

The last time Bakadera spoke like this to Lambo, the storm guardian received water to the face. Freezing water with ice, all part of a glass that hasn't much time of getting there in the first place. The storm guardian had gotten a shoe to the face once too. Bakadera wasn't happy when these kinds of things happened, especially when Lambo's dad said: "How many times do I have to remind you that Lambo is only a child?"

This time it wasn't even funny to recall that.

- Dad? - No. Lambo wasn't going to go away. Not till he finds dad.

- He isn't here you stupid kid. - There was a fight between two of them thanks to this reply.

Since they didn't plan to help, Lambo took the opportunity to check below the bed and any corner he was able. Dad had to be somewhere, he had to be. It was only these fools that didn't want to share dad, they didn't understand that dad was his and no one else. At least in that way. They sure were sore losers, very sore losers...

A kid with an afro stayed very quiet in place when his sight caught a bazooka thrown at the side, a very familiar cloth with a fairytale's book close by that Lambo has seen recently. For the first time in his short life, Lambo resented the bazooka.

- He can't go. - Lambo refused to believe that, he refused.

Dad has promised to always be with him. He had to come back, he had to.

Lambo refused to believe anything else. He refused to believe he would lose one of the best people he had known. He refused to believe that the same person that always listened to him, that always protected him, that played with him, that was always there, would vanish from his life.

It had to be a joke, or a misunderstanding. Dad would never leave like that, he knew it.

Now, if they only let Lambo check... They could not stop him forever, dad would come back or he would go to him.