5 Minutes

Gokudera was once again stuck babysitting Lambo, and they had gone to the next town for their new-found Vongola errand. Because Lambo had to get himself lost, Gokudera had to go look for him. And because of that, they had missed their ride, and had to find their way back the old-fashion-pre-vongola way; by train. Gokudera was being all-round insulting towards the brocolli monster, showing him no mercy, yet Lambo had always been able to escape, one way or another. But instead of running away again, why did he have to jump into that cursed 10-year-bazooka?

So there they were, sitting awkwardly a few spaces away on the bench, waiting for the bloody train, or for 5 minutes to end, whichever earlier. Gokudera took out a cigarrete.

"Hey hey, you can't already be legal?" A teenage Lambo voiced with only slight concern.

"What the hell are you talking about? I've been legal for three months, not like that ever mattered. And it definitely doesn't matter now, seeing as how you are extremely lacking in cloth right now?!"

"oho?" It wasn't like Lambo could predict when his child self would make use of the bazooka, it just came at a very inconvenient time this time. He was enjoying a shower when he suddenly ended up dripping wet in the middle of a deserted train station, with no one else but Gokudera, who seemed to have been struggling with something, seeing as how he was on his knees with both arms right around his reach.

"Why? Do you want one?" Gokudera forced his usual frown, offering Lambo a cigarette.

"No thanks, I don't smoke" Lambo said, slightly disappointed in himself, but he'd have to come up with some way... "How about I help you with that?" he said, pointing at Gokudera's lit cigarette.

"Huh? I already lit it."

"No no... that's not wat I'm talking about...." He leaned closer and picked the stick from Gokudera's lips, tapped the ashes out, and caught the lit end between his teeth. His eye one closed, as if in a stop-motion wink, and a cigarette in his mouth by the wrong end. Gokudera tried to look away, but his eyes fell down and caught something else.

"That was you fault." Lambo breathed, his body rose and made its way right infront of Gokudera. He leaned into the gaping idiot's face and inserted the cigarette butt into Gokudera's mouth, exhaling a large amount of smoke for him to inhale.

Just then, the train arrived, full speed into the station, and the annoying Brocolli monster was back.

Teenage Lambo was once again back in his shower, where he spat out the cigarette. He had burnt his tongue when Gokudera's hand made for his arousal.