Title: Lambo x Reborn

Summary: Just. Look. At. Me.

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There's a low but slowly building murmur through the meeting room during the short break, several of the closer famiglias in attendance.

Tsuna laughs, body leaning as far sideways as the chair's armrest will allow.

"Don't believe me?" Reborn asks with a smirk, his teenage body leaning towards the Decimo as well. "Watch me, I bet he'll cry."

"No, no, don't," Tsuna says quickly, flapping a hand at Reborn, but he's still smiling.

The hitman catches Tsuna's hand and laces their fingers together. "It'll be fine, I'll be subtle."

"Oh shut up," Lambo snaps from across the table to the hitman.

The room goes quiet at the sudden shout and looks at him in confusion. Tsuna and Reborn straighten, their hands breaking apart.

"Don't you ever just top talking?" Lambo continues, glaring straight into Reborn's eyes. "You are half a personal advisor and you think you can talk to the Decimo like that? You always brag about how smart you are but somehow you keep reaching above your position."

Reborn's eyes become a freezing kind of fury, not dampened at all despite those eyes looking out from the body of a fourteen-year-old. "Who gave you the audacity-"

"Tsuna keeps you around out of pity because you're so old you don't know how to do anything else and I am a primary Guardian. So, Reborn, who gave you the fucking audacity to talk to me like-"

Lambo's head whips to the side and a sharp, stinging pain follows soon after. He brings up a shaky hand and touches his now burning cheek.

Tsuna curls his raised hand into a fist and drops it into his lap. "I don't know what got into you, but get rid of it before I rip it out."

The Decimo stands sharply, chair falling to the floor behind him, and grabs Reborn's wrist as he passes by. He's a lot gentler when he pulls the hitman out of the seat and leads Reborn out of the room.

It might be because Reborn is quiet as in the calm before the storm, but it's probably because Tsuna is always gentle and loving with the younger-looking man.

"Get up," Hayato says quietly, but certainly not softly, standing behind Lambo's chair.

Lambo didn't notice him move, still stunned even after they both leave. "Tsuna hit me," Lambo whispers.

Hayato grabs his shoulder and drags him up before marching him from the room. They take a different turn compared to Tsuna and Reborn and end up in the first empty room far enough away from the meeting place that others can't listen in.

"What the hell was that back there?" Hayato asks sharply.

Lambo grits his teeth. "Aren't you sick of it? He waltzes around like he owns this place."

"He does," Hayato cuts in, vicious. "He does fucking own this place because he's Jyuudaime's. And you know what? He owns the entire fucking Mafia as well because he's that strong and sly and he's murdered more people than you've ever fucking met-"

"Ghost stories," Lambo spits out. "Maybe I'm too young. Maybe no one told me about the bogeyman waiting just around the corner. But maybe the fucking bogeyman is too god damned old to still be playing hide and seek. Tsuna has him on a leash and you know it. The only terrifying thing about him is - is how beautiful he can look when he's all hatred and - and apathy and..."

Hayato sighs heavily and tiredly rubs his eyes. "Don't cry."

"I'm not crying," Lambo hiccups. He scrubs at his face with a sleeve. "He won't even look at me unless I piss him off enough."

Hayato purses his lips. "He already belongs with someone else."

"Tsuna is twenty-eight," Lambo scoffs, still rubbing his face until it hurts because he won't stop leaking. "He's too old for Reborn's body."

"And Reborn's mind is too old for you," Hayato argues. "Look, you need to learn when to give up. You're nineteen, go find someone else. And actually try with them, don't just parade them in front of Reborn as if that'll make him jealous."

"Why does he hate me?" Lambo whimpers. "Why has he always hated me? I'm a Guardian. He picked me." Lambo pulls at his braids. "Doesn't that mean he thinks I'm strong? That I'm worth at least a second look?"

"I don't know," Hayato sighs, just tired now. "I don't know what goes on in his head. Look, I'll...I'll talk to him. Try and get him to tone it down a bit, okay? But you can't do something like this again."

"He looked at me though," Lambo admits quietly. "Looked right at me, not through me. He's just...he's so beautiful and I had him. Just for a moment. But I had everything." Lambo pulls at his hair hard enough that it hurts. "I want his everything. I need his everything."

Hayato can't meet Lambo's eyes. "You should sit out for the rest of the meeting."