Chapter 4

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Memory of the Lightning

A limousine stopped and park right outside of the school gate. Students who were on their way home gaped and awed at the exquisite and elegant vehicle that was on their humble school property.

From inside the school, Lambo was walking lazily. Today had been the usual day. Classes, lunch, and more classes. He yawned, he wished he was on a mission now so he would have something interesting to do.

A door to the limousine opened and a man in an expensive suit stepped out. He has silver hair and narrow green eyes, he looked around the school for a moment before spotting a familiarly lazy walking black-haired teen who was yawning.

"Lambo" Gokudera called his little brother. Lambo looked up and saw Hayato ahead, just outside the school gate. Lambo rushed towards the man and tackled him in a hug.

"Hayato-nii is here to pick me up!" he said, separating himself from the hug.

Hayato merely shrugged, "Yeah, yeah. I had to pick up something for Juudaime, so I figured I could at least pick you up along the way." he replied.

Lambo tilted his head and examined the man, there were bags under his eyes and he looked kind of tired. "Are you alright?" he asked worriedly. He remembered the meeting they had a few days ago when Hayato seemed distracted out something and even skipped dinner that evening.

The door to the driver's seat opened and another familiar figure stepped outside. Ryohei smiled warmly at his two brothers.

"Hey, Lambo. Mind if I pick you up too?" he said.

Lambo squealed with joy and hugged his Ryohei-nii. It was really rare for any of his brothers to pick him up from school for they were usually busy with mafia business.

Ryohei ruffled Lambo's hair. "Okay let's go now, those schoolmates of yours are staring at us." Ryohei informed them and when Lambo looked back at him, he did saw his schoolmates eyeing them with interest and curious faces.

"Well, it's not everyday I get to be picked up by a limousine." Lambo said.

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They were inside the car now. Ryohei on the wheel and the two other sitting comfortably at the back. Lambo stretched his arms, sleepy.

"Tired, aren't you?" commented Gokudera.

Lambo mumbled a "yeah a little" and Gokudera chuckled. "Well, we still have about 15 minutes to the mansion, take your time to take a nap." he suggested.

Lambo nodded, and sat back comfortably, his head resting on the cushiony chair, he drifted asleep.

Somewhere in a town, 7 year old Lambo was running away. His breath heavy and his legs ached from exhaustion but he must not stop. Behind him were footsteps threateningly closing in. Lambo gasped, he cannot stop. He must not stop.

An arm reach out to gran hit T-shirt, Lambo was pulled back down. He landed hard on the cement hitting his arms they hurt. Lambo slowly looked up, he opened his eyes to see faces glaring at him. A hand reached for his front and held him up, choking him. A voice growled on his face.

"So you thought you could get away, huh Idiot Lambo?" the boy holding up Lambo sneered. "You can't run away from us."

Lambo let out a soft cry. "Let me go please." he choked and coughed. "Please."

There was a collective sound of laughter as Lambo kept on pleading.

"You stole our food." a fat boy at the back said.

Lambo trembled. "I-I was hungry. But I only got a small bag of chips. Please let me go. I won't bother you again."

The boy holding up Lambo, Izumi, punched Lambo hard on the stomach using his free hand.

Lambo fell back. His arms on his stomach and he was kneeling in pain, eyes stinging with tears, he spit and coughed some blood.

The boys merely laughed at his pitiful sight.

"That's what you get for messing with us, Idiot Lambo, Poor Lambo, Orphan Lambo." Izumi said.

The fat boy landed a kick on Lambo's back.

"Orphan Lambo." he laughed.

One by one, the boys left Lambo alone on the street. Lambo tried to sit up, wincing in time as he did. He wiped his face with the back of his right hand.

Lambo still remembers. Remembers that time when his mother kicked him out of the house. He was, it turned out, not her son. Lambo was shocked to find it out. He knew that the person who he came to know as his mother had always treated him harshly and cruelly. Lambo was often smacked on the head, scolded, made to sleep without dinner, or forced to do heavy tasks by his mother but Lambo never, for the life of him, thought that the woman who he grew up with to call mother was in fact not his mom.

Lambo cried that day. Her stepmother has brought down Lambo's clothes and stuffed them in a backpack. She did opened the door to the entrance of their house and threw away the bag. She was clutching Lambo's one arm hardly and she pushed the child outside too.

"Mo-mom" Lambo cried. Looking up at his mother. "Don't kick me out please." He pleaded.

The woman merely glared at him. "Get out of my face you stupid boy. I will not tolerate your presence in my house any longer I have had enough of you." she spat.

"Bu-but, I'm your son!" he wailed, brokenhearted.

The woman huffed. "Son?" she asked crazy. "You are not my son." she hissed, disgusted.

Lambo was stunned, he turned to look at his mother to see if she was lying. And as much as Lambo hoped she is not, the look she gave him was more than enough to confirm it. "No-no.." he trembled.

The woman smirked down at him. "You are that bastard's sister of mine's son. Of course the useless person she is she died after giving birth to you. And she left you with me to take care of." she paused, and looked hardly at those electric green eyes Lambo felt his soul break into pieces. "I never loved you, never will, and never will be. You've caused me so much already. I want your face out of this house." she glared at Lambo. "NOW."

Lambo gulped, he blinked, he looked around himself. The woman in front of her has eyes that cold of steel, those eyes he came to grew up with, and despite all those sufferings she gave him, he endured it all, he was his mother afterall. Lambo loved her.

Apparently, the woman never did loved Lambo at all. And when she said those words Lambo understood, why the woman has always been hard on him. She considered him a bother, a trash, just a garbage she has to look after.

And Lambo grabbed his backpack and run away.

He ran away fast, not looking back. Tears were streaming down his eyes but he didn't care.

It has been almost a month now eversince Labo took it to the streets. He was a homeless, wandering orphan. He was able to survive the first two weeks using his savings to buy himself food and sleeping at various places like the playground, in front of a store, near the shrine, the park, and many more. He spent all his money two days ago and Lambo was hungry. At a park, he saw a group of boys, boys from the nearby school who were munching on some food. A bag of chips unopened and lying pretty close to him, Lambo thoughtlessly grab the chips, opened it, and stuffed the food to his mouth. That was when one of the boys noticed him.

And they chased Lambo, throwing stones at him too until he was caught.

Lambo slowly stood up. His stomach hurt from hunger and from the punch but he has to move, in any way possible he has to find food. He has to survive.

As he walked, he didn't notice a person walk on his way and Lambo bumped that person. The person, who was actually an older boy of brown gravity defying hair and big blue eyes was in time to grab Lambo by the shoulder to steady him before he fell.

Lambo turned to look at the older boy, there was a look of concern in his brown eyes. His voice was soft as he asked, "Are you okay? You looked beat up."

And a tear fell from Lambo's cheek as he lost consciousness, the brown-haired boy caught him in his arms.

Lambo was jolted awake, startled, he looked around him. He saw Hayato's worried face on him. He felt his big brother's hands on his shoulders, shaking him.

"Are you okay, Lambo?" Hayato asked.

Lambo just stared, confused, before saying "Wha-what happened?" he asked. Ryohei answered from behind the drivers seat, his voice full of concern. "You were talking in your sleep, and shaking too. You seemed to be struggling over something. What did you dream about Lambo?"

Gokudera sat back on his seat. He turned to look at Lambo. "Did you have a nightmare?" he asked.

Lambo shook his head. "No, yeah. I-I mean, I don't know if that was a nightmare." he answered unsurely.

To Lambo's surprise, Hayato looked at him with eyes of understanding. "Is that so?" he simply asked but there was sharpness and worry in his voice that Lambo noticed.

"Hayato-nii, what's happening? What were those that I saw?" he asked his brother, knowing he knows just what happened to him.

Hayato looked away and faced the window. "I don't know Lambo, I don't have an answer for that as well." He said, voice exhausted.

From behind the driver's seat, Ryohei stiffened. A grim look on his eyes.

The limousine pulled into a stop and the three of them stepped out. Faces looked more at an unease than before and they set for the mansion.

END.