Jumping Through Time (translated)

Chapter 4

If there was anything that the Bovino Family didn't like, that was having a teenager that seemed to resent them and had the power to mess the place up in a blink. This was not what really hit the pride of many, for good or for bad.

- Mister? – The child called as soon as the smoke cleared.

- I guess you are looking for Tsuna, eh? - Lambo found himself somewhere different than usual. It was not a bedroom and there was a giant tv.

The child blinked several times, looking at someone he rarely saw. Someone that smiled almost all the time, but didn't have that warm or sweetness he adored. It was, in some way, an empty smile. The child didn't know how to explain it.

Lambo nodded slowly. He knew that this man, as well as the one with gray hair, was a friend of the kind mister he came to see.

- Then let's take you there my friend. - That smile grew. For some reason it felt more natural after the change.

That's how Lambo found himself playing tag with this man. Said man didn't seem to find him annoying, at least. He was playing with him, not many did that. The game of tag ended when they arrived in a bedroom. A dark bedroom, the lights were off

- Don't worry, he is better today. - And without any warning: - Tsuna! You have a guest! - Lambo looked at the man with many doubts. That didn't work before, he tried several times and it didn't work. He had to-

- Tell them to go away... - The voice sounded scratchy and not hoarse like last time he heard it..

- Don't listen to him Lambo. Look... - The man smiled so big that it told him that a prank or joke of some sort was going to happen: - Do you seriously want me to tell him that? I guess I have no choice then...

In seconds the curtains were moved and a man with a frown and a pillow could be seen. Said was not happy:

- Oh come on, Takeshi! - Only the cheeks were a bit red. It looked more pink than red. - I am a mess, and it is my free day, I shouldn't... - The kind mister stopped, finally noticing the child. - Takeshi... - There was something odd in that tone, but Lambo didn't know what it could be and the giggles didn't help.

- Are you sure you want me to tell him to go away? - A pillow was thrown to the face of the one that asked. It hit the target, but it only brought more giggles.

- Of course not! - The kind man smiled a lot, trying to not laugh, reaching out to the child with his hands. - Come here Lambo? I thought I told you to not come here for a few days, you don't want to get sick too...

- Like a cold could catch Lambo-sama! - Especially when it was the perfect excuse to hear stories and tales between pillows, soft sheet and warm arms.

Lambo would love it to happen every night before going to sleep. He wouldn't feel so lonely and would have sweet dreams.

- How is Lambo-sama this morning? - Before Lambo could see it coming, he was thrown into the air. - Did you have breakfast?

When Lambo got back, it was with a pout. Ignorant of the smoke, sparks, and objects out of place. He barely noticed the people hiding behind the walls, and only by accident while he was trying to return to his room. There, in his room, he could eat all the candy he was hiding in his hair in peace.