[ahoshi!] chapter 6: further proposals
Hi guys! Sorry it's been a while, but here's the newest and smexiest chapter so far of ahoshi!
Now that my leg had healed, I could go back to lessons with Colonello.
That statement is actually misleading- the optimistic tone of it suggests that I was looking forward to returning to them. I wasn't. I hadn't seen him since my (in retrospect) diva-esque departure at Reborn's apartment block and he hadn't bothered to call me either. It was pretty obvious that our partnership as student and home tutor was on the exponential decline.
As I dragged myself into the kitchen, Fuuta's voice caught me completely off-guard. "How's your leg doing, Lambo?"
"It's better now," I mumbled, preparing a bowl of cereal.
Then Fuuta returned to the tacky plastic phone and informed the person on the other end, "Yeah, Lambo says he's fine. He should be able to continue training with Colonello."
I stabbed my cereal with my spoon.
Fuuta ignored the splatter of milk on his arm. "It's no problem. Alright, I'll pass the phone to him."
He handed the phone to me, mouthing for me to take it. I raised an eyebrow in suspicion and answered it cautiously, "Hello?"
"Lambo, it's great to hear your leg's better," Vongola gushed.
I tried to make an excuse, "Yeah, well, it's still a little bit sore so I don't think I'll be able to go back to lessons with Colonello right away. I mean, I don't want to put any unnecessary strain on it while it's still healing."
"Oh is that so?"
"That is so."
"Well, I actually called to see if you could go on an unofficial mission for me, but since your leg still-"
"If I take painkillers, I'm sure I'll be alright. You know I'd do anything for the Vongola Famiglia."
"That's good to hear. Can you come to Vongola mansion for your mission briefing?"
I couldn't restrain the corners of my mouth and they sprang upwards comically. "Yeah, sure. I'll be there soon."
"I'll be expecting you then. Can you pass the phone back to Fuuta?"
I gave it back to Fuuta, my mind whirring with the possibilities. He murmured something that sounded suspiciously like a relieved 'thank you', but I was too buzzed to notice. I was back on the mission roster. I was back on the mission roster!
"I knew Vongola would put me back on the mission roster. He finally understands how valuable an asset I am to the Famiglia," I gloated, once Fuuta had hung up.
Fuuta frowned. "I thought he didn't put you back on the roster. I thought he was just giving you this mission as a one off and that you were still on probation."
I waved him off. "No, I'm sure he put me back on it. Why else would he had bothered to reserve this mission for me specifically? He must have a whole list of assignments he's been saving for me, but the list has grown so long that he has no choice but to let me fulfil my duty."
"Non ti perdere in un bicchier d'acqua, don't get lost in a glass of water," Fuuta warned me.
"I'm not jumping to conclusions!" I protested.
"Just be careful, alright? I don't want you hurting yourself again. If it feels like your leg is acting up, go straight to Shamal," Fuuta lectured me.
"Okay, okay, I will," I told him without the least intention of doing so.
He paused for a moment, looking over me fondly. Then he stood up and pulled me into a motherly embrace, patting me on the back. He wished me luck, "In culo alla balena, into the ass of a whale, Lambo."
"Speriamo che non caghi, let's hope it doesn't shit."
The entire bus ride to Vongola mansion, I was so preoccupied with guessing what my mission would be that I didn't even feel like vomiting. I had narrowed the possibilities down from thirty six to four:
Steal important documents from a government official.
Seduce the mistress of a Famiglia head for political purposes.
Guard a hot girl on the run from the unjust Italian judicial system.
Assassinate the head of a prestigious Famiglia.
The second and third options were ones that I wasn't completely comfortable with, now that my sexual orientation was more ambiguous than a cryptic crossword. I personally was leaning towards the fourth option, I knew I had the subtlety and speed required for it and who didn't want to-
"I want you to help me propose to Kyoko," Vongola informed me.
I stared at him. "You're going to propose to Kyoko?"
A flicker of doubt appeared across his features. "Yeah, I am. I know it might be a bit too early and I'm not sure if she even wants to marry me, and it's probably a bad idea-"
"Yare, yare. Vongola, you could have asked her to marry you two years ago and she would have said yes."
He blanched. "Really?"
Sometimes I wondered if Vongola was socially retarded.
"So what's the plan? How are you going to propose to her?" I questioned, dropping into one of the leather chairs in front of his table.
He fidgeted. "I-I well, I was going to ask her meet me for dinner tonight at her favourite restaurant and pop the question there."
"A restaurant, huh?" I mused.
Worriedly, he asked, "Why, do you think it's a bad idea?"
It wasn't exactly the most original of ideas, but Vongola and Kyoko were a pretty boring couple after all. I didn't think Vongola would go for my 'fly with Kyoko into the sky over Italy and propose to her at midnight' plan- he'd probably be too scared of dropping her or getting smashed by a satellite. Knowing the way Vongola acted when he was nervous, I didn't think it would be too far a stretch. Kyoko would be happy as long as Vongola proposed, anyway.
I shook my head. "Nah, it's great. Where do I come in? Do you need me to bodyguard Kyoko and ward off any other women that are madly in love with you? It'll be quite a chore, since I'm sure you've got a legion of fan girls out there, but with my skill and expertise I'm sure we'll be just fine-"
"No, no, no, there are no other women. I'm going to be tied up in meetings all day, so I want you to go to the jewellery store and pick up her engagement ring. I'll be going straight to the restaurant, so I just need you to hand the ring to me before I enter," Vongola explained.
"Oh," I mumbled, deflated. Well, there went all the danger and violence I had been hoping for. I didn't mind as much as I normally would however, I was just thrilled that Vongola and Kyoko were finally going to get hitched.
"Is that okay, Lambo?" he questioned worriedly.
I told him honestly, "Why wouldn't I want to help my favourite couple in the entire world?"
His face split into a starburst smile. My heart melted into a messy pile of goop.
Vongola was an unoriginal sap. He had bought Kyoko an engagement ring from Tiffany & Co., the most generic, mass marketed jewellery chain known to mankind. I personally would have scoured the country for something really unique, but I supposed Vongola didn't have the time to do stuff like that. He was probably too busy doing things like debating with the Vindice over the welfare of war criminals, or something equally as awe inspiring and saintly.
As I pushed through the speckless double glass doors, I was swamped with freezing cold air-conditioning. Shop assistants glared at me from every counter- all of them watching the teenager who wouldn't have been able to afford anything in the store on five year's allowance.
A line from one of I-Pin's romance movies called 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' sprang into my head, 'Well, when I get the blues the only thing that does me any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away.'
Clearly, Holly Golightly was a delusional sadist.
I pulled a crumpled piece of paper from my pocket, scanning Vongola's scrappy childlike handwriting. It instructed me to go find a shop assistant called…
"Hibari?" I began, completely dumbfounded.
The Cloud guardian merely stared at me- even though his facial features had been rigidly set in an emotionless mould, I could still feel the torrents of condescension rolling off of him in waves. I glanced around the store, comparing his sneer with those of his colleagues. He fit right in.
"Erm," I stuttered awkwardly, "I didn't know you worked here. I mean. At Tiffany's."
"I don't."
"Oh. I just presumed that since you were wearing the black uniform-"
His onyx eyes flashed to mine. "These are my normal clothes."
The silence was suicidal.
"So," I babbled nervously, "what brings you around to this neck of the woods? I meant that figuratively by the way, since we aren't really in the woods and there aren't really any woods in the city, but-"
There was a glint of metal.
"Oh. Okay. I'll just, um, be quiet then," I mumbled.
Without another word, he produced a maroon velvet box. He let it drop from his hand and I dove forwards frantically to catch it before it struck the unforgiving marble floor. He easily stepped over my frazzled corpse and walked towards the exit.
"Tell the herbivore that if he asks me to run menial errands for him again, he will be torn to shreds," he deadpanned. I didn't think he was joking.
The rotating doors spun in a flurry as he left, the wind cracking between them with the force of his push. I watched his dark figure cut through the sunlight strewn upon the pavement through the glass windows, the harbinger of death and despair.
I honestly had no idea what I-Pin saw in the guy.
There was a low guttural clearing of the throat approximately three paces to my left and my head jerked in that direction. An expectant shop assistant was watching me through judgmental eyes, her foot tapping in irritation against the marble floor.
I ventured, "So, does everyone here start off an asshole or do you just end up that way?"
After I was thrown out - I mean - I left the store, I glanced at my chunk of scrap metal only the deluded would call a phone to check the time. I still had roughly an hour before I needed to deliver Kyoko's ring, so it was just a matter of finding ways to kill time before then. I slipped the ring box into my pocket and patted it twice through the fabric, reassuring it and myself that it would be safe.
I automatically found myself heading in the direction of the Spanish Steps. I sensed my archenemy before I saw him, his evil aura choked my heroic innocence instantly and I found myself struggling to breathe. Just for a couple of seconds though. Racing up the stone steps, I lunged towards Reborn to smash him against the banister. Like the coward he was, he chose not to fight back but rather to sidestep me. He was obviously in awe of my display of raw power and felt inept in comparison to my great strength.
"You have the ring?" Reborn questioned me.
My eyes narrowed. "You know about the ring?"
"I know everything about Tsuna," he stated, drawing his usual Styrofoam coffee cup to his lips.
"Some people could call that creepy and obsessive. Are you going to learn everything you possibly can about me then? Since I'm going to be your next student?" I pressed him.
He retorted dryly, "I'm very sure I already know everything about you, cow."
"…are you saying that you've been stalking me?"
"The only people I stalk are assassination targets."
"…are you saying that I'm an assassination target?"
"If only," he muttered. "I'm saying that you have a tendency to pour your heart out to me every time we encounter one another. Unfortunately, I can't kill you to spare my own grief because you're a part of the Vongola Famiglia."
"Me? Pour my heart out to my archenemy? That's ridiculous," I snapped. "By the way, did I tell you that Colonello has a massive dick?"
Reborn made a little noise that sounded like a kitten was dying in the back of his throat. It took me a couple of seconds to realise he was choking on his coffee. Leon crawled over to the front of his fedora brim, staring down at me but strangely keeping his distance. To be honest, he looked like he was judging me with those great ruby orbs.
I was completely floored by Reborn's reaction to my words. Had I said something wrong? "Reborn?"
He instantly returned to his cold, icy exterior and observed me through soulless eyes. "When did it happen?"
I blinked in confusion. "When did what happen?"
Reborn placed his coffee cup on the banister beside him, folding his arms over his chest. "When did Colonello have sex with you?"
All the blood rushed first to my cheeks and then spread to my dick as I began to envision Colonello fucking me into the mattress. I mean. Um. Not. Haha. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Answer the question, cow."
"I haven't had sex with Colonello! He's a whiny little bitch!"
"Then how do you know he has a massive dick?"
"I didn't say that. I said that he is a massive dick."
"I'm very certain you said he 'has' a massive dick."
"Well, I meant he is a massive dick. Wasn't that obvious?"
"Actually, it wasn't."
Then it hit me. "Wait, is Colonello gay?"
Reborn shut down faster than a breached vault.
That obviously meant he was. My mind whirred with possibilities and I realised aloud, "Does this mean I stand a chance with Colonello?"
Leon arched his back like a cat and his tongue began to flicker out in unbridled rage as he patrolled Reborn's fedora brim three times. Reborn raised an eyebrow and questioned, "Does this mean you've realised you're gay?"
I blanched. "I'm not gay, I'm just - I mean - I. Um. I'm not."
"Yet you're interested in Colonello?"
"Haha, just another slip of the tongue. What I actually meant to say was that I-Pin stands a chance with Colonello. I-Pin."
"I-Pin's obsessive love for Hibari qualifies for a restraining order."
"Hibari's an asshole," I muttered under my breath. Trying to find a way out of the now incredibly awkward situation, I glanced at my phone clock. I only had twenty minutes to get the ring to Vongola. "I'm afraid we'll have to end our debate there, archenemy-"
Before I had even finished my sentence, Reborn had already brushed past me and was gliding down the staircase. I watched him slither over them like radioactive waste and was utterly disgusted. But as he disappeared like a pinprick into the distance, something suddenly hit me.
How did Reborn know Colonello had a huge dick?
I walked as if in a daze, the tiny Tiffany & Co. bag swinging from my fingers dejectedly. How had Reborn seen Colonello's dick? I mean, there was a normal, not-world-shattering explanation for all of this, right? Reborn had probably accidentally seen Colonello's dong when he had been changing or something, it was one of those unavoidable things in life. Like accidentally stumbling upon gay porn when you actually wanted to see heterosexual human beings ploughing into one another. Or accidentally checking out your home tutor's ass when he wasn't looking.
I stumbled over a crack in the pavement and swore as a burning pain raced up my leg. Hissing through my teeth, I pulled the ring box out of my pocket and placed it in front of me so I could kneel down without it digging into my hip. I yanked up my pant leg to inspect my recovering leg. It was looking a little red. Like a really angry Asian flush red, like the ones I-Pin would get within a few seconds of her first sip of champagne. I began to gingerly massage the swollen muscle, losing sight of the ring box for a split second.
And then a brunette bastard snatched it up and set off at light speed.
…SHIT.
I let out a snarl and launched myself upwards on my bad leg, ignoring the warning rush of agony, trying to keep my eyes trained upon the burglar. I didn't recognise him and he seemed no more than a civilian, but for some reason he ran like a ninja. I was limping so badly that I could have qualified for a disabled parking sign, but that didn't matter. Vongola's wedding ring was in that box and he was depending on me. I wasn't going to let him down.
"Lambo!" a familiar voice shouted after me.
I couldn't match the voice to the face, as I was speeding past and in hot pursuit of a ring-stealing asshole. The burglar slowed as he came upon a crowd of people and I doubled my efforts, knowing that this was my chance to catch up with him. He threw a quick glance backwards at me and hurled himself into the throng, manoeuvring his way through the crush of bodies. My shoes slapped against the pavement as I ran faster and faster, faster and faster-
A rough hand on my shoulder forced me to a halt.
My eyes clashed against a pair of striking emerald ones. Colonello. I snarled immediately, "Let me go-"
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he demanded furiously.
I had never heard Colonello swear before, but it did funny things to my insides. Things that were not at all necessary at the moment. My mind cast back to my exchange with Reborn and my gaze dropped to Colonello's crotch for all of thirty seconds. Was it really…?
"I'm not going to tell you again," he continued. "Stay off your leg or I will make sure Shamal locks you in the infirmary and you never see the light of day again. You're never going to heal at this rate-"
"Vongola's wedding ring was stolen," I blurted.
Silence followed.
I don't know why I had confessed to him. I hardly knew the guy and hated him almost as much as I hated Reborn, but I guess I finally realised that Colonello genuinely did care for my welfare. I had been really suspicious of him before then and while I still thought he was an asshole, he had become less of one now and I think that was when I began to trust him. Just a little bit.
"The brown haired guy just now?" he questioned sharply.
I nodded wordlessly.
He released my shoulder and ricocheted forwards into the crowd, trying to force his way through to the thief. It was clear that Colonello wouldn't make it to him any time soon since the burglar was almost out of the man crush. I forced myself to think fast, where did this road lead? My mind mapped out the roads of Rome instantly in photographic detail and I imagined myself running along this road, passing the tree-lined streets, passing the open air cafes, my sandaled feet finally coming to slap against the white stone of-
Ponte Mazzini.
I knew a shortcut that would lead to the ancient bridge, overtaking Colonello and maybe even the burglar if I got lucky. My foot throbbed in agony as I turned suddenly and began to run in the opposite direction, trying to find the side street I had once stumbled upon in an attempt to find a convenience store. I found it, recognising the overhanging arches and yellow cobblestone street, and could feel the round edges of every stone set into the ground through my thin sandal soles. My feet curved around them awkwardly and I grit my teeth, refusing to look down at my swollen trunk of a leg.
The alley opened up onto a wide path on the waterfront and I spied the bridge some few feet away from me. The thief entered my line of vision, but I could still make it to Ponte Mazzini before him and stop him from crossing over. Colonello was nowhere to be seen. I forced myself forwards, breathing hard as the bridge grew closer and closer. I managed to reach it before the thief and yanked out my yellow horns of fury from my pockets.
"Alright, look. Just hand over the ring box and nobody gets hurt," I told him slowly.
The man scoffed, "What are you going to do to me? You're a fucking kid."
Rage flooded through me and telltale emerald sparks of electricity began to crackle at the tips of my horns. The man swore in surprise as he was struck by an offhand spark and nearly dropped the box. I slammed the horns against either side of my head. I could feel the power fluctuating, surging and then going dead, surging and then going dead. Hopefully the guy didn't realise that I had absolutely no idea what I was doing and was completely hopeless at controlling my Dying Will Flames.
"Just hand me the box," I repeated.
He was silent. Then he spat, "Screw that."
I watched in horror as the burglar cranked his arm back in slow motion and then hurled the tiny red velvet box over the edge of the colossal bridge. Vongola's future was falling twenty storeys, doomed to sink to the litter-strewn bottom of the river.
It hurt me to think of Vongola sitting with Kyoko in their favourite restaurant, cracking all the lamest jokes as he waited for me to show up with his unoriginal Tiffany engagement band. I couldn't bear to shatter his trust like that and I wanted him and Kyoko to be happy, I wanted them to get everything they deserved.
So I dove in after the ring.
Colonello's hoarse voice yelled my name as I sailed downwards. I felt like I was flying but my eyes were trained on the tiny speck of red, then my entire body was engulfed in an Arctic cocoon.
I dropped like an eggshell into the water. My leg burned with pain as I kicked upwards. My eyes stung and I couldn't see anything but murky grey mist in front of me. In a moment of fleeting panic, I threw my head upwards and saw the box floating along the surface of the water.
I swam upwards, reaching out my hand towards it. My fingertips were so close, I could almost hold it in the palm of my hand-
Then a steam of bubbles erupted from my mouth. A toned, Herculean arm clamped shut around my waist and was dragging me away from Vongola's engagement ring. I snarled in frustration, not caring that my mouth was filling up with water and punched and kicked the COMSUBIN monster yanking me in the wrong direction.
When we surfaced, the first thing my eyes registered was furious, electric blue. Colonello began heatedly, "What the hell were you thinking, jumping off the bridge like that, kora?"
"Vongola's engagement ring!" I blurted, my chest heaving for breath. "God damn it, if it wasn't for you I'd have it! The ring's there, it's there and it's-"
It was sinking.
"Holy shit!" I shouted, clawing at Colonello, "Let me go, you COMSUBIN tool, I need to go get the ring-"
"Fucking hell," he muttered, releasing me. "Don't move, kora."
He took a deep breath and glided under the water, I felt his muscled legs brush against mine and his fingers grated across my stomach as he dove deeper. I immediately broke out into a butterfly stroke, my arms hauling me forwards to the spot where the ring box had been last. I sucked in as much air as I could and torpedoed downwards, my hand reaching out blindly for the ring box. It had to be here somewhere. It had to be here.
And then I saw it. It was an elusive maroon speck in the darkness, sinking deeper, faster. I tossed my head to the left and saw that Colonello was nowhere near it- it was up to me to save the ring. I kicked as hard as I could, forcing myself deeper, deeper, feeling the pressure build in my ears and the air bubble from my mouth. My chest was burning and my leg was dying but I had to keep on going. I stretched out my arm for the box.
My fingers closed around it.
An entire gospel choir broke out into spontaneous song and dance in my head. While I was mentally break dancing to Amazing Grace, I began to drag myself to the surface. I was doing well, until my leg suddenly gave out on me.
I choked in shock at the unexpected pain and water rushed into my lungs, eliminating what little oxygen I had left. The gospel choir disintegrated into a funeral procession. I gripped the ring box in my hands, driving myself upwards, faster. My chest was going to explode. My chest was going to explode.
Colonello's hands closed around my wrists.
Water shone down in refracted rays, seeming to reflect off his godly, shirtless body. His hair blossomed around his head like a halo and he looked otherworldly. He looked safe.
Everything was utterly silent. Everything was still.
Everything was…
They say your life flashes before your eyes before you die.
The first time I'd been in a near death experience, I'd seen Reborn's face.
All I could make out now was a massive dick.
As my eyes slowly split open for what felt like the very first time, I was infinitely aware of a hot, muscled body pressed up against me. Two strong, calloused hands pressed against my cheeks and golden clumps of wet hair hung down before my eyes.
More importantly, a pair of hard, masculine lips were pressed against my own.
For some reason, it didn't occur to me that this had anything to do with CPR. I should have immediately shoved off the vaguely familiar man snogging the daylights out of me, but my raging libido held me in check. This was nothing like kissing a girl, a girl had soft, pillowy curves and smooth skin. A girl had plump, full lips and hands like downy feathers. The man kissing me was hard in every way possible, the dripping toned muscles pinning me to the ground were definitely testament to that. His hands were rough against my skin, dragging against my cheeks like sandpaper.
It suddenly became horribly clear to me that I preferred snogging men.
When the open mouth began to pull away, I threw my arms instinctively around the other person's neck, reconnecting our lips. I moaned into their throat, thrusting my tongue against theirs as I tried to mould our bodies together, sliding myself against my hero.
He froze.
Then we were a burning mess of wet skin and desperate hands.
I could feel a tongue devouring the insides of my mouth, dragging against my inner cheeks, the tips of my teeth, the roof of my mouth and I fucked it with my own eagerly. The hands were no longer against my face, one was curled around the base of my neck in an attempt to pull me closer and the other was charting a course lower and lower down my body. I ripped my lips away for a split second to let out a cry as a hand pressed against my cock, hard and hot through my wet clothes, and I ground my hips into it. My nerves crackled with every thrust I made upwards and I had to shut my eyes as white stars blinded me, but I wanted more, I wanted more more more more more-
I opened my eyes and was greeted by a shock of hazy, smouldering cerulean. Colonello met my gaze and I tried to return it. I had no idea what was going to happen next.
As we continued staring at each other, his hand slowly began to rub against my cock in small, torturous circles.
My arms tightened around his neck and I hissed under my breath, "Fuck."
He kissed me again and I had to pull my mouth away from him, I was having trouble breathing. My entire body was so tense, I would have snapped like a rubber band if Colonello would let me. He pressed his forehead against my jaw line, his tongue and teeth biting at my neck possessively, and I couldn't bring myself to care that I'd probably have a hickey there later.
"You need to tell me if I can go further, kora," he murmured against my neck, the tip of his tongue flicking at my earlobe once, twice, thrice. The motion sent little electric shocks throughout my body that all seemed to concentrate on my rapidly tightening cock.
I repeated distractedly, "Further?"
His warm breath curled over my cheek and I could hear the amusement in his voice. "Further."
we hope to assist you with further patronage and Tiffany's hadn't been as warm and welcoming as Holly Golightly had made it out to be, but the engagement ring in my hand was more than enough to turn things around-
I was sorely reminded of the damp box in my left hand. The smog of sexual tension began to clear from my mind (though it was particularly difficult when Colonello did that with his fingertips) and I pushed against his chest in an attempt to put distance between us. He sat up in confusion, unfortunately removing his hand from my crotch and his lips from my neck.
We stared at each other. I tried not to ogle him, but it was hard when his six pack gleamed like a disco ball. In the distance, a clock tower bell began to chime one, two, three, six times. Vongola had told me to meet him at six ten.
I blurted, "I need to go."
The expression on Colonello's face faulted for a split second and he reached out to touch my hand. He began concernedly, "Look, we can talk about-"
God fucking damn it, dry humping each other really hadn't changed how annoying and teacher-like Colonello was. What had happened to that sex bomb who'd sworn at me and forced me down just a few minutes ago? "Vongola's future is literally resting on my shoulders, so if you don't let me go now then you're going to send him into the depths of depression, and then he'll commit suicide, and then the destruction of the Vongola Famiglia will weigh on your conscience for the rest of your life."
"Lambo-"
"And that sexy moment we had just now didn't change anything. I'm not gay. And I still think you're an annoying, overprotective asshole," I added. "Even if you are really hot."
His mouth fell open.
I ascended the stairs leading away from the riverbank and back to the cobblestone pavements. "See you tomorrow at six. And learn to put a fucking shirt on."
Next chapter preview: Icy Hot
Without thinking twice, I swept my tongue over the backs of his long, rough ringers. His grip on my waist tightened and I began to grind myself against his thigh, moaning into his hand as I sucked and licked at his fingers mindlessly. I wanted them in me, I wanted them pounding into my ass and wrapped around my cock, I wanted them covered in cold lube and then in cum, I wanted them-
Reborn swore and pulled me into his apartment building.
Thanks to Ambie-chan, broken-knuckles, lelekb, Nimbiose, XXXMystery, sweet-and-simple and alguien22792 for the questions. If you have any questions, just drop me a review and I'll answer it in the next chapter.
Where's Falco?
No, not Starfox Falco. If you don't know who Falco is, he's Colonello's massive white bird. Falco should make an appearance soon, but I didn't want to clutter the story with pet animals. I already give Leon too much screen time as it is.
Is Colonello attracted to Lambo?
Ehehe. Well, I think this question was answered more or less in this chapter, no? The attraction between Lambo and Colonello is an inherently physical one, they hate each other's guts but want to screw each other's brains out. It's a difficult situation for both of them.
Is Colonello going to eventually fall for Lambo's personality?
They're going to learn to tolerate one another for sure, as to whether they actually fall in love is another issue.
What's the deal with I-Pin, Lambo and Fuuta's room? WHY IS THIS SO CONFUZZLING?11!
For those of you who haven't noticed this, broken-knuckles put this in better words than I ever would be able to:
when colonello called lambo to inform him of training, he ignored it at first and when it rang again i-pin tried to kill him by viciously kicking his wall, but when i-pin told her he was gay they were in the same room? plus lambo was ogling fuuta in his sleep, so are they all sleeping in the same room, or no, or what?
Do you want the honest truth?
I forgot. I'm a terrible writer.
How did Colonello get Shamal to treat Lambo?
Not gonna lie, Colonello's as big a slut as Lambo will turn out to be. Sexual coercion? Me likey.
Have Colonello and Reborn ever had a fling?
They've never been in a relationship, no.
WHERE'S THE HIBARI/I-PIN AT?
That probably won't appear for a couple of chapters. It's quite minor though and Lambo, as per usual, botches it. It'll continue from then on; I've scrapped my I-Pin/Kawahira idea.
Was Colonello purposely trying to seduce Lambo as he took off his shirt and poured water all over his chest in the previous chapter?
The thing is with this fic, it's all written from Lambo's perspective. In other words, do not always trust the way characters or events are describe in this fic because Lambo is one of the most unreliable narrators out there. He's going to almost always twist things around so they're in his favour.
I still haven't answered your question, huh? Colonello was not trying to seduce Lambo. He was just innocently taking off his shirt, but because Lambo was in denial about his sexuality and extremely horny, he twisted the situation to make it seem like Colonello was forcing him to feel that way.
Does Lambo prefer Reborn to Colonello?
Lambo loves Reborn's company, even though he pretends to despise him. He genuinely hates Colonello. Lambo hasn't realised that Reborn is a sex bomb. Lambo wants to screw Colonello's brains out.
Will Reborn ever be nice to Lambo?
He's going to be very nice to Lambo in the next chapter.
Does Lambo get with Reborn at the end of this fic?
Lambo actually realises he's in love with I-Pin, forms a plan to kill Hibari, actually manages to kill Hibari with a toothpick and a copy of Nylon, and then they go off and have lots of happy heterosexual sex together. (Sorry, I can't actually answer your question.)
How is Lambo meant to have a relationship with Colonello if Leon wants him dead?
Any smexehness between Colonello and Lambo always occurs in private. In other words, Leon and Reborn have no idea until much later on.
Is Colonello going to screw Lambo first?
I haven't actually decided yet, to be honest. IT'S JUST SO HARD.
Wait, what about Tsuna's proposal? Did it go successfully?
Yeah, it did. I was planning to make that clear at the beginning of the next chapter, but what the heck why not throw it in here.
Why did Colonello and Lambo randomly make out like crazy at the end of this chapter?
Well, first of all, Lambo just underwent a life or death situation and Colonello would have been pretty freaked out that he'd killed his student. This story is from Lambo's perspective, so I don't think Lambo would have picked up that Colonello was pretty desperate, given he was unconscious and totally oblivious to the world around him. I think the entire situation took a huge toll on their self control so they were more willing to completely give in to their impulses.
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selandora