Katekyou Hitman Reborn! : Stupid Cow
Type: Fanfic
Title: Stupid Cow
Pairing/Characters: Adult!Reborn, Adult!Lambo
Series: Katekyou Hitman Reborn!
Rating: PG
Summary: A day in the domesticated life of Reborn and Lambo. Except this time Lambo's injured.
Author's Notes: Yes, gasp. Two posts in a day. This is a miracle of sorts. Anyway this was based off a quick impromptu RP with aislynn_yume that I just had to convert into a fic for some odd reason. Anyway, it was her Lambo to my Reborn, and she owns half this fic. ♥ Warning, it's a bit long for me and I personally find it a bit draggy. So. Yea.
Pain. Sharp, pulsing pain shooting through his entire body. Slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position, Lambo groaned. Familiar sheets, that kink in the mattress that never went away no matter what he did... He was home, and still alive it seemed. "Damn--" He stopped himself mid-curse, breath hitching in his throat as he moved the wrong way. In pain and confused, the Thunder Guardian raised a hand up to his head, closing his eyes as the world seemed to sway around him. "What happened?"
"You got shot, that's what happened." And now the familiar smell of Marlboro reds filled the air. Cracking his eyes open, he saw the faint outline of Reborn entering from the balcony, a half burnt stick in his hand. Judging from the strength of the smell he must have been chain smoking again.
"How did you find me?"
"Wasn't hard." Reborn brought the stick up to his mouth, inhaling deeply before turning his head and blowing the smoke out the door. "All I had to do was follow the smell of cow blood."
Right. This was Reborn he was dealing with. An unhappy Reborn at that. "Ah..." He ran his fingers over the damp bandages lightly, nose twitching at the clinical smell of alcohol. "How bad was it?"
"You were out for three days." Reborn flicked the stub out onto the streets. "And needed an emergency blood transfusion."
Oops. "It hit something then?" No wonder he was so sore. "Shamal must have been here..."
"It wasn't cheap either." Crossing his arms over his chest, Reborn leaned against the door frame. A pose he normally adopted when not happy with something Lambo did. "So uh, what do we owe him? My left testicle?" He chuckled nervously, and took to staring at a spot on the covers when all Reborn did was to narrow his eyes.
"What were you thinking anyway? Tsuna said to bring back up didn't he?"
"I thought I could handle it alone.. Everyone else was busy."
"Did you try asking?"
"Yes! Bakadera was yelling at some people over the phone and I couldn't find Yamamoto. Sasagawa was going on about something being extreme and..." Lambo sighed. "I just ran out of people to ask."
"You didn't ask me."
Reborn was right. "I didn't feel like hearing you go on about how stupid and weak I was." He laughed softly, weakly. "Turns out I am huh."
The sound of steel heels clicking against the stone floor of the apartment echoed through the silent apartment, and Reborn was kneeling on the edge of the bed. The next thing Lambo knew, Reborn was staring him in the eye, using his chin to tilt his head up. "Tsuna told you to get reinforcements for a reason."
Lambo flushed. "I know.. I'm sorry. I did try but I-pin was busy, and both Mukuro and Hibari just... ignores me." He swallowed dryly. "I failed didn't I?"
"Just be thankful I got there in time before they gave you a few more extra breathing holes." Glaring hard for a few more seconds, Reborn released his grip on his chin. "Stay here, and don't move. Don't even think about getting out of the bed. I've got to report to Tsuna now that you're awake." And with that he left the room.
Lambo could hear Reborn's hushed voice through the crack in the door. Unfortunately for him, the urge to use the bathroom grew stronger with each passing second. The smell of cigarettes filled the house as Reborn lit up another, and Lambo could feel his nose starting to twitch again. He never liked the smell of cigarettes, but it was something he had gotten used to living with Reborn for the past few years.
Looking down at the covers, Lambo traced the intricate flower patterns sewn on for a moment before glancing up at the bathroom. It was only a few meters away, and he'd done nothing but rest for the past three days. Surely he could manage the short distance right?
Licking his dry lips, Lambo gingerly and slowly swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Squashing the numb feeling of pain that was slowly climbing its way back up, he took a deep breath and pushed himself up. Unfortunately he'd only managed lifting himself a few inches off the bed before falling back down, wincing as his entire flared up with pain in protest. And to top it all off, Reborn had just entered the room at that moment again.
Spotting Lambo falling back down onto the bed, Reborn froze for a moment before storming over, kneeling down to check on the idiot's wound. "I told you to stay in bed. What the hell are you trying to do?"
"I need to pee..."
And Reborn sighed. Twenty years old and the stupid cow still whined like he was five. In one smooth motion, Reborn lifted Lambo out of the bed and carried him into the bathroom. It wasn't easy, but somehow Reborn managed to put Lambo down on his two feet without causing the other too much pain. And there he stood, supporting Lambo quietly behind.
Lambo, while grateful for Reborn's considerate treatment, just blushed and waited. Reborn wasn't the type to stay and wait. At least, he hadn't before.
"Are you going to pee, or are you not? I don't have all day to wait."
Okay, so he was wrong. Blushing even more, Lambo nodded. "D-- Don't watch."
Feeling his temper start to grow, all Reborn did was to just sigh and close his eyes. Considering that the both of them had sex on a regular basis, he didn't see what the problem was.
"Uhm, I'm done." Lambo's voice was quiet, barely audible over the flush of the toilet. "Can I wash my hands now?" All Reborn did was simply supported him to the sink quietly, helping him dry his hands and return him to the bed when he was done.
Pulling the covers back up over himself, Lambo watched as Reborn put on his hat and grabbed his coat from the stand. "Your meds and water are there." He said, pointing to the bedside table. "I'm going to get food. You, make sure you take them while I'm gone. Understand?"
Lambo nodded. "Alright, I will. Get me something good."
In the middle of sliding his coat on, Reborn turned and gave Lambo a stare that made the other wilt a bit. "You will eat what I get for you. Do you understand."
"Please don't get something slimy and make me eat it?" He couldn't help the whine that crept in.
"... We'll see." And with that, Reborn was gone.
Sighing, Lambo reached out for his meds and took them. Flipping through the television for entertainment, the only thing he could think of was how much of a sadist Reborn was.
It was almost an hour later that Reborn returned, stinking heavily of cigarettes. Sitting upright, Lambo turned to the door as it creaked open, curling into a somewhat defensive position. "Reborn, is that you?"
"Who else would it be?" The hit man replied, vaguely annoyed as he placed the bag of food on the study. Taking his time, he hung up his coat and hat and returned Leon to his perch on the window.
"You never know. Aren't you always telling me you never know what could happen?"
A small amused smirk appeared on Reborn's face as he dug out Lambo's share of the food. "So you actually managed to remember something."
Eyes brightening at the sight of his favorite dish, Lambo eagerly took the plastic container from Reborn, smiling happily. "Meatball!! And I was starving too."
"If you choke on it I'm not saving you." Staring at Lambo for a moment, Reborn settled down at his desk, opening the newspaper as he started eating.
Eyeing Reborn with a small smirk, Lambo swallowed. "I think, that you're lying."
Feeding Leon a piece of raw lettuce, Reborn stoked the chameleon's head gently. "Really now."
"Mhmm. If you wanted to get rid of me, you would have let them kill me."
And the next thing Lambo knew, the wall beside his head was smoking as Reborn fired a shot. "And if I told you I did it so I could have the pleasure of killing you myself?"
"You could have done that at any point." Brilliant, he was trembling now.
"Would you like me to do it now?"
Refusing to dignify that question with an answer, Lambo simply turned his attention back to the television. Ten minutes passed, and both men were eventually done with their meals. Lambo's empty plastic box lay on the edge of the bedside table, while Reborn was seemingly absorbed with the paper. "... Are you working from home?"
"No. Why?"
"Oh, I just... Who took care of me while I was out cold?"
Reborn simply shrugged and sipped his water.
Chewing on his bottom lip, Lambo stole a quick glance at Reborn before turning back to the tele. "Did, did anyone come to see me?"
"The entire family did. They just came separately."
Lambo heaved a sigh of relief and smiled. "That's good. They're not pissed off at me then."
"It doesn't mean you're not going to get an earful when you next see them."
"I know. I was dumb. I won't do it again."
And the both of them fell silent again. Reborn still wasn't done with the papers. From what Lambo could tell, he was staring at the classifieds.
"Reborn, can I have some water?"
All Reborn did was simply put the papers aside and left the room, returning only a few minutes later with a jug of water. Refilling the glass, Reborn handed it over to Lambo, only to have both his hand and the glass grabbed. "I.. I thought, I was going to die."
"... You almost did."
"I meant, after I got shot.. Everything started going dark. I thought.. I thought I was dead. And I thought of you."
Thinking back to the rescue, Reborn's mood took a turn for the worse and he scowled. "You said you were thirsty?" He asked, handing the glass to Lambo who took with and pulled away quickly. "Right... Sorry. Thanks."
Staring down at the Vongola Guardian for a moment, Reborn sighed and sat down. Pulling Lambo close, he kissed the idiot gently on the forehead pressed his own against it. "Don't you ever, ever dare do anything that stupid again."
Unable to help but smile, Lambo nodded and nuzzled the other. "I'm sorry. I should have called."
"There's not going to be a next time Bovino. The next time you pull a stunt like this I'm going to let you die."
Lambo chuckled. "I know. I'm surprised you even saved me this time. Did Tsuna make you?" Oh but he couldn't help the tease. Reborn just simply gave him another of his glares in return/
Leaning in to steal a light kiss, Lambo sighed and looked down, playing with his fingers. "I want to tell you something. But you can't freak out."
"What is it? And I'll freak out if I want to."
Right. Again, dealing with Reborn. Blushing slightly, Lambo turned and tilted his head up, whispering into the other's ear. "Thank you for coming after me, for saving my life." Swallowing nervously, Lambo took a deep breath. "I love you."
All Reborn did was simply close his eyes and sigh.
Well, at least he wasn't freaking out. Which, was a good sign. Smiling, he kissed the hit man on the neck gently and snuggled close. "... So, have you been sitting up watching over me for the past three days?"
Eye twitching, Reborn pulled away. "Apparently the loss of blood must have killed off whatever brain you had left. I'm gonna go get coffee." Standing up, he placed Leon on his shoulder and walked out the door.
Lambo just laughed. "I might be catching on to you Reborn!"
It was quick, and it was sudden. Reborn's hand appeared round the door, and fired off a few shots at Lambo, all of which narrowly missing him. Yelping in shock, Lambo jumped and winced as he saw the hand disappear again, and cursed as he realized he pulled his stitches. "OW!! Fuck.. That hurts..." Biting on his bottom lip, Lambo whimpered in pain.
Strolling leisurely back into the room, Reborn paused as he smelled the coppery tang of blood in the air, and looked over at Lambo who was curled up on the bed whimpering in pain. Placing the coffee down on the table, he simply walked out of the room and picked up the phone, calling Shamal in and grabbing some painkillers. All the while muttering about cows and their lack of brains. Grabbing the first aid kit on the way back, Reborn handed the pills to Lambo.
Opening the kit, Reborn knelt beside the bed and took out the alcohol as Lambo swallowed the pain pills dry. Lifting up the other's shirt and removing the bandages, he proceeded to start cleaning the wound again, being a bit overly thorough.
"OW! Fuc-- Stop! Don't help me! Just let me bleed!!!"
It seemed like an eternity before Reborn stopped and started wrapping the wound up. "Shamal will be here in ten minutes. Try not to rip out anymore of your stitches till then."
"Don't shoot me and I won't."
"Hn." Kicking his legs back up onto the desk, Reborn settled down back in his chair and took a sip of his coffee, ignoring Lambo glaring at him grumpily.
"Maybe I should go to the infirmary. That way you wouldn't be inconvenienced." It might have been his imagination, but Lambo heard Reborn muttering about how he had already been inconvenienced for the past three days. And got even more irritated. "Fine. I'll just move to the couch then."
"Move and I'll kill you."
And Lambo lost it. "Well then just go ahead and kill me! Stop saving me to scare me and try to kill me all over again!" Glaring at Reborn, he waited, and waited for either a gunshot or a sarcastic remark to fly in his direction. And blinked when neither did. Peering closer at Reborn, he felt his irritation grow when he realized that the other guy was asleep.
Growling, he pouted, sighed and returned his attention to the television.
Reborn simply just smiled and continued pretending.
Credits:
Both Reborn and Lambo belong to Amano Akira-sensei. But the fic belongs to me and unless you're aisylnn_yume, take the fic without permission and I will bite you to death.
Title: Stupid Cow
Pairing/Characters: Adult!Reborn, Adult!Lambo
Series: Katekyou Hitman Reborn!
Rating: PG
Summary: A day in the domesticated life of Reborn and Lambo. Except this time Lambo's injured.
Author's Notes: Yes, gasp. Two posts in a day. This is a miracle of sorts. Anyway this was based off a quick impromptu RP with aislynn_yume that I just had to convert into a fic for some odd reason. Anyway, it was her Lambo to my Reborn, and she owns half this fic. ♥ Warning, it's a bit long for me and I personally find it a bit draggy. So. Yea.
Pain. Sharp, pulsing pain shooting through his entire body. Slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position, Lambo groaned. Familiar sheets, that kink in the mattress that never went away no matter what he did... He was home, and still alive it seemed. "Damn--" He stopped himself mid-curse, breath hitching in his throat as he moved the wrong way. In pain and confused, the Thunder Guardian raised a hand up to his head, closing his eyes as the world seemed to sway around him. "What happened?"
"You got shot, that's what happened." And now the familiar smell of Marlboro reds filled the air. Cracking his eyes open, he saw the faint outline of Reborn entering from the balcony, a half burnt stick in his hand. Judging from the strength of the smell he must have been chain smoking again.
"How did you find me?"
"Wasn't hard." Reborn brought the stick up to his mouth, inhaling deeply before turning his head and blowing the smoke out the door. "All I had to do was follow the smell of cow blood."
Right. This was Reborn he was dealing with. An unhappy Reborn at that. "Ah..." He ran his fingers over the damp bandages lightly, nose twitching at the clinical smell of alcohol. "How bad was it?"
"You were out for three days." Reborn flicked the stub out onto the streets. "And needed an emergency blood transfusion."
Oops. "It hit something then?" No wonder he was so sore. "Shamal must have been here..."
"It wasn't cheap either." Crossing his arms over his chest, Reborn leaned against the door frame. A pose he normally adopted when not happy with something Lambo did. "So uh, what do we owe him? My left testicle?" He chuckled nervously, and took to staring at a spot on the covers when all Reborn did was to narrow his eyes.
"What were you thinking anyway? Tsuna said to bring back up didn't he?"
"I thought I could handle it alone.. Everyone else was busy."
"Did you try asking?"
"Yes! Bakadera was yelling at some people over the phone and I couldn't find Yamamoto. Sasagawa was going on about something being extreme and..." Lambo sighed. "I just ran out of people to ask."
"You didn't ask me."
Reborn was right. "I didn't feel like hearing you go on about how stupid and weak I was." He laughed softly, weakly. "Turns out I am huh."
The sound of steel heels clicking against the stone floor of the apartment echoed through the silent apartment, and Reborn was kneeling on the edge of the bed. The next thing Lambo knew, Reborn was staring him in the eye, using his chin to tilt his head up. "Tsuna told you to get reinforcements for a reason."
Lambo flushed. "I know.. I'm sorry. I did try but I-pin was busy, and both Mukuro and Hibari just... ignores me." He swallowed dryly. "I failed didn't I?"
"Just be thankful I got there in time before they gave you a few more extra breathing holes." Glaring hard for a few more seconds, Reborn released his grip on his chin. "Stay here, and don't move. Don't even think about getting out of the bed. I've got to report to Tsuna now that you're awake." And with that he left the room.
Lambo could hear Reborn's hushed voice through the crack in the door. Unfortunately for him, the urge to use the bathroom grew stronger with each passing second. The smell of cigarettes filled the house as Reborn lit up another, and Lambo could feel his nose starting to twitch again. He never liked the smell of cigarettes, but it was something he had gotten used to living with Reborn for the past few years.
Looking down at the covers, Lambo traced the intricate flower patterns sewn on for a moment before glancing up at the bathroom. It was only a few meters away, and he'd done nothing but rest for the past three days. Surely he could manage the short distance right?
Licking his dry lips, Lambo gingerly and slowly swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Squashing the numb feeling of pain that was slowly climbing its way back up, he took a deep breath and pushed himself up. Unfortunately he'd only managed lifting himself a few inches off the bed before falling back down, wincing as his entire flared up with pain in protest. And to top it all off, Reborn had just entered the room at that moment again.
Spotting Lambo falling back down onto the bed, Reborn froze for a moment before storming over, kneeling down to check on the idiot's wound. "I told you to stay in bed. What the hell are you trying to do?"
"I need to pee..."
And Reborn sighed. Twenty years old and the stupid cow still whined like he was five. In one smooth motion, Reborn lifted Lambo out of the bed and carried him into the bathroom. It wasn't easy, but somehow Reborn managed to put Lambo down on his two feet without causing the other too much pain. And there he stood, supporting Lambo quietly behind.
Lambo, while grateful for Reborn's considerate treatment, just blushed and waited. Reborn wasn't the type to stay and wait. At least, he hadn't before.
"Are you going to pee, or are you not? I don't have all day to wait."
Okay, so he was wrong. Blushing even more, Lambo nodded. "D-- Don't watch."
Feeling his temper start to grow, all Reborn did was to just sigh and close his eyes. Considering that the both of them had sex on a regular basis, he didn't see what the problem was.
"Uhm, I'm done." Lambo's voice was quiet, barely audible over the flush of the toilet. "Can I wash my hands now?" All Reborn did was simply supported him to the sink quietly, helping him dry his hands and return him to the bed when he was done.
Pulling the covers back up over himself, Lambo watched as Reborn put on his hat and grabbed his coat from the stand. "Your meds and water are there." He said, pointing to the bedside table. "I'm going to get food. You, make sure you take them while I'm gone. Understand?"
Lambo nodded. "Alright, I will. Get me something good."
In the middle of sliding his coat on, Reborn turned and gave Lambo a stare that made the other wilt a bit. "You will eat what I get for you. Do you understand."
"Please don't get something slimy and make me eat it?" He couldn't help the whine that crept in.
"... We'll see." And with that, Reborn was gone.
Sighing, Lambo reached out for his meds and took them. Flipping through the television for entertainment, the only thing he could think of was how much of a sadist Reborn was.
It was almost an hour later that Reborn returned, stinking heavily of cigarettes. Sitting upright, Lambo turned to the door as it creaked open, curling into a somewhat defensive position. "Reborn, is that you?"
"Who else would it be?" The hit man replied, vaguely annoyed as he placed the bag of food on the study. Taking his time, he hung up his coat and hat and returned Leon to his perch on the window.
"You never know. Aren't you always telling me you never know what could happen?"
A small amused smirk appeared on Reborn's face as he dug out Lambo's share of the food. "So you actually managed to remember something."
Eyes brightening at the sight of his favorite dish, Lambo eagerly took the plastic container from Reborn, smiling happily. "Meatball!! And I was starving too."
"If you choke on it I'm not saving you." Staring at Lambo for a moment, Reborn settled down at his desk, opening the newspaper as he started eating.
Eyeing Reborn with a small smirk, Lambo swallowed. "I think, that you're lying."
Feeding Leon a piece of raw lettuce, Reborn stoked the chameleon's head gently. "Really now."
"Mhmm. If you wanted to get rid of me, you would have let them kill me."
And the next thing Lambo knew, the wall beside his head was smoking as Reborn fired a shot. "And if I told you I did it so I could have the pleasure of killing you myself?"
"You could have done that at any point." Brilliant, he was trembling now.
"Would you like me to do it now?"
Refusing to dignify that question with an answer, Lambo simply turned his attention back to the television. Ten minutes passed, and both men were eventually done with their meals. Lambo's empty plastic box lay on the edge of the bedside table, while Reborn was seemingly absorbed with the paper. "... Are you working from home?"
"No. Why?"
"Oh, I just... Who took care of me while I was out cold?"
Reborn simply shrugged and sipped his water.
Chewing on his bottom lip, Lambo stole a quick glance at Reborn before turning back to the tele. "Did, did anyone come to see me?"
"The entire family did. They just came separately."
Lambo heaved a sigh of relief and smiled. "That's good. They're not pissed off at me then."
"It doesn't mean you're not going to get an earful when you next see them."
"I know. I was dumb. I won't do it again."
And the both of them fell silent again. Reborn still wasn't done with the papers. From what Lambo could tell, he was staring at the classifieds.
"Reborn, can I have some water?"
All Reborn did was simply put the papers aside and left the room, returning only a few minutes later with a jug of water. Refilling the glass, Reborn handed it over to Lambo, only to have both his hand and the glass grabbed. "I.. I thought, I was going to die."
"... You almost did."
"I meant, after I got shot.. Everything started going dark. I thought.. I thought I was dead. And I thought of you."
Thinking back to the rescue, Reborn's mood took a turn for the worse and he scowled. "You said you were thirsty?" He asked, handing the glass to Lambo who took with and pulled away quickly. "Right... Sorry. Thanks."
Staring down at the Vongola Guardian for a moment, Reborn sighed and sat down. Pulling Lambo close, he kissed the idiot gently on the forehead pressed his own against it. "Don't you ever, ever dare do anything that stupid again."
Unable to help but smile, Lambo nodded and nuzzled the other. "I'm sorry. I should have called."
"There's not going to be a next time Bovino. The next time you pull a stunt like this I'm going to let you die."
Lambo chuckled. "I know. I'm surprised you even saved me this time. Did Tsuna make you?" Oh but he couldn't help the tease. Reborn just simply gave him another of his glares in return/
Leaning in to steal a light kiss, Lambo sighed and looked down, playing with his fingers. "I want to tell you something. But you can't freak out."
"What is it? And I'll freak out if I want to."
Right. Again, dealing with Reborn. Blushing slightly, Lambo turned and tilted his head up, whispering into the other's ear. "Thank you for coming after me, for saving my life." Swallowing nervously, Lambo took a deep breath. "I love you."
All Reborn did was simply close his eyes and sigh.
Well, at least he wasn't freaking out. Which, was a good sign. Smiling, he kissed the hit man on the neck gently and snuggled close. "... So, have you been sitting up watching over me for the past three days?"
Eye twitching, Reborn pulled away. "Apparently the loss of blood must have killed off whatever brain you had left. I'm gonna go get coffee." Standing up, he placed Leon on his shoulder and walked out the door.
Lambo just laughed. "I might be catching on to you Reborn!"
It was quick, and it was sudden. Reborn's hand appeared round the door, and fired off a few shots at Lambo, all of which narrowly missing him. Yelping in shock, Lambo jumped and winced as he saw the hand disappear again, and cursed as he realized he pulled his stitches. "OW!! Fuck.. That hurts..." Biting on his bottom lip, Lambo whimpered in pain.
Strolling leisurely back into the room, Reborn paused as he smelled the coppery tang of blood in the air, and looked over at Lambo who was curled up on the bed whimpering in pain. Placing the coffee down on the table, he simply walked out of the room and picked up the phone, calling Shamal in and grabbing some painkillers. All the while muttering about cows and their lack of brains. Grabbing the first aid kit on the way back, Reborn handed the pills to Lambo.
Opening the kit, Reborn knelt beside the bed and took out the alcohol as Lambo swallowed the pain pills dry. Lifting up the other's shirt and removing the bandages, he proceeded to start cleaning the wound again, being a bit overly thorough.
"OW! Fuc-- Stop! Don't help me! Just let me bleed!!!"
It seemed like an eternity before Reborn stopped and started wrapping the wound up. "Shamal will be here in ten minutes. Try not to rip out anymore of your stitches till then."
"Don't shoot me and I won't."
"Hn." Kicking his legs back up onto the desk, Reborn settled down back in his chair and took a sip of his coffee, ignoring Lambo glaring at him grumpily.
"Maybe I should go to the infirmary. That way you wouldn't be inconvenienced." It might have been his imagination, but Lambo heard Reborn muttering about how he had already been inconvenienced for the past three days. And got even more irritated. "Fine. I'll just move to the couch then."
"Move and I'll kill you."
And Lambo lost it. "Well then just go ahead and kill me! Stop saving me to scare me and try to kill me all over again!" Glaring at Reborn, he waited, and waited for either a gunshot or a sarcastic remark to fly in his direction. And blinked when neither did. Peering closer at Reborn, he felt his irritation grow when he realized that the other guy was asleep.
Growling, he pouted, sighed and returned his attention to the television.
Reborn simply just smiled and continued pretending.
Credits:
Both Reborn and Lambo belong to Amano Akira-sensei. But the fic belongs to me and unless you're aisylnn_yume, take the fic without permission and I will bite you to death.