The Mastermind is a Middle School Student (KHR FF)

PPD: TYL Lambo's Safe Return

(Extra 1: Lambo-sama's Safe Return!)

"... And so, that's what happened."

Through the phone, Lambo reflexively reported his time travelling to the Neo-Primo, leader of the Vongola; better yet, his prized brother.

«"Ah is that so? You didn't get to say it in full?"»

The Vongola sighed in regret, his mature voice blurred by the mobile phone speaker, «"Did Reborn make me lose consciousness?"»

"Eh?" Lambo blinked, then tried to remember, "Tsuna-nii was.... Eh, where was Tsuna-nii?"

«"... Reborn definitely knocked me out. Made sense, I didn't remember you meeting senpai before the Varia arrived."»

This time, Lambo is the one who is speechless, "... Tsuna-nii, you're not seriously saying; I'm the one fighting Varia ten years ago???"

«"Ah, of course not. Your younger self has the bazooka, you also have the bazooka. If you can't fight, just use the— ah, sorry, Lambo. I have to get back to work. Don't stay out late, okay?—"»

Beep.

The call ended.

"..." I didn't even get to ask my question...

Lambo shakily put down his phone and stared at the tatami floor, "..."

When he arrived back from ten years ago, he finds himself in the place he least wanted to be in.

Clink.

"Is your call done?"

Across him, a figure knelt on the tatami floor, preparing traditional Japanese green tea.

"Your child self is very cute, it's regretful I wasn't close to you back then."

"..."

Clink.

Pale hands, filled with callouses unbefitting of the noble image the man has, gently holds the whisk and swirled the tea.

Lambo distinctly remembers the past version of this man, and still cannot believe they are the same person.

But the hair, eyes, and facial features matched.

"Were you surprised by teenage me?"

"... Mm."

"Don't be. I was pitiful. And confused. Ah, I feel sad talking about it."

"—! Don't be!" Or else someone will hunt my head, poor teen Lambo thought.

"You've been staring at my hand all this time. Are you interested in it, or are you simply disgusted by my face?"

"..." With eyes full of tears, one Bovino shakily lifted his gaze from the hand to the face.

First, it was the pitch black kimono.

Then, it was the pitch black hair, falling down freely from above, as straight as a ruler.

Lastly, it's the empty black eyes, as if one's own soul is being examined.

Lambo feels like if this man can truly examine his soul, he might get sold for only one cent.

One cent Lambo shook his head in grievance, "No! No... Aniki, not like that, at all!"

"Good." The man smiled. When his face was stoic, he looked like a jade doll. Incredibly pale face, akin to a vampire, as if he had not stepped foot out of this house since his birth.

His very demeanor as if he was directly brought from the Heian era of Japan, bringing meaning to 'Heian-kyo'— for he is the embodiment of the grace all Japanese had tried to achieve since time immemorial.