A/N: I wrote this about a year ago when I had a Writer's block. This little story came from the 15 minute ficlet challenge. Hope you like it and that they're in character. If not, I'm sorry! Please read and review! Thanks!

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He watched the dust accumulate over the hard tabletop. Lambo dragged a finger down the middle and watched the particles part against the disturbance. A sigh left his lips, it had been a year since he came into the room. He thought if he had avoided the mansion altogether, that he would forget what had happened. But it didn't work. He still remembered the man that would always disregard him with cruel words.

"Reborn . . ."

The arcobaleno had disappeared about a year ago. No one knew where he was. No one was in contact with him. They had all given up searching. He was tempted in doing the same, but he couldn't. He still wanted to find the truth.

"Where are you, damn bastard . . ."

"You know . . . if you want to cry, you should do it in your own room instead of someone else's," a voice said. Lambo quickly turned, tears made its way down his cheeks,

"I-It's you . . ."

"Well? Aren't you getting out? I want to rest," the voice said. Lambo watched in stunned silence as the very person he was praying for, walked right in front of him and towards the untouched bed. The sheets were shook from its unused state before the man settled himself in under the covers.

"D-Do you want something to eat? Drink?" Lambo stumbled.

"I want you to get out. I'm sleeping," the person said. Lambo walked towards the doorway and looked at the sleeping figure once more, his heart beating just a little faster and he closed the door.

"He's safe. He was safe all along," Lambo whispered with relief and went into the kitchen to fix up a cup of Esspresso for the hitman that was sleeping soundly in the room that had been watched over by the Lightning Guardian all this time.