Chapter 2

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"Dame-Tsuna, higher."

"Ahhh!"

"Higher."

"AAAAhhh!"

"Hmph. OK, that's enough for today."

"Gah!" Tsuna coughed, rubbing his throat. "It hurts!"

"Get used to it, I will be training you everyday." A baby smacked the brunet's head with a greet mallet.

"Ite Reborn! That hurt." Tsuna complained, now rubbing his aching head.

Ignoring what Tsuna had said, Reborn opened his mouth to speak. "The school festival is in 3 days, if you aren't ready by then. I'll shoot you." Reborn stared at his student with eyes that held a malicious glint to them. Slowly, a small smirk grew on his lips.

"Waaah!" Tsuna sobbed. "How come I have to be singing?"

"You're the boss, the lead singer." Reborn shrugged as if it were obvious. In his hand, Leon changed back into a chameleon and subconsciously; Reborn petted him then set him back atop his fedora. "The boss takes on the responsibilities of his men."

"But Reborn! I already told you I'm not going to be the boss!"

"Humph, you refuse to admit it still. Looks like I still have some work ahead of me." With that, the baby hitman slipped out of Tsuna's room, leaving the brunet sitting on the floor in despair.


"Alright class, how are the props coming along?" The teacher of class 2-B asked.

"Great Sensei!" One student cried out, looking up from his work. He was painting the backdrops for the stage and had paint all over him. The teacher looked at him in amusement.

"I can see that. Now, let's wrap this up soon, the festival will be coming up any day now and we need to stage rehearsals."

"Hai Sensei!" Students chorused, working away furiously on whatever they were doing.

Tsuna glanced up from the tons of lyrics he had to memorize. Jeez, there had to be at least 5 pages of non-stop lyrics! He wished that he had an easier job like managing backstage work. But then again, he might not be able to do that being Dame-Tsuna and all.

Beside him, Gokudera and Yamamoto were also reading through pages of songs. Their mouths were moving to the words and their heads were slowly moving to the tempo. They made it look easy, really. Tsuna looked back down at his lyrics and sighed. He was still one the first stanza of the first song. He had a long way to go even with his demonic home tutor "helping" him.

When Reborn had mentioned all the names of his guardians and his crush, he knew something was up. His Hyper Intuition told him that he didn't have to worry about it—at least, not yet. But it might cause problems in the future. And that was something Tsuna did not look forward to. At every thought about the "future" he shivered. Images of the marshmallow creep floated through his mind not to mention the sweat and blood he went through to beat him and restore peace to all the parallel worlds.

Ah, he's getting off track, back to memorizing.


"Yosh! Juudaime, let's practice together!" Gokudera ran up to him as soon as the bell sounding for lunch break sounded.

"Ah, OK. But make sure we still have time to eat."

"Of course Juudaime!" Gokudera's eyes sparkled.

"Haha, sounds like fun, let's go to the roof. I'll get Chrome, and Mukuro." Yamamoto came up, laughing cheerily.

"Oh, then I'll get K-Kyoko-chan and Onii-san." Tsuna blushed at the thought of his crush.

"Tch. That leaves me with the Skylark. But, if Juudaime wishes for me to fetch him, I won't hesitate to do it!"

"OK, thanks Gokudera-kun." Tsuna smiled and picked up his bento, heading through the doors of the classroom.

"No problem Juudaime!" But before he could rush off, he was stopped by a certain hitman.

"Dame-Tsuna, you're the boss, you are in charge of your Guardians, get Hibari and the rest yourself." Reborn held up his green gun, aiming at Tsuna's forehead.

"Hiiee! Reborn! Why me?" Tsuna cried.

"Because you're the boss as I've already told you, now get moving before I shoot you." Reborn moved his finger back just a tiny bit and with that, Tsuna was off in fear of getting killed by his sadistic tutor.

"Yoh kid!" Yamamoto waved at Reborn, oblivious to the fact that his friend had been threatened with a gun. "Nice toy you got there, may I see?"

"Teme! That's not a toy, how many times do we have to tell you before it gets through that hard head of yours?" Gokudera yelled in Yamamoto's face, a vein pulsing in his forehead.

"Maa maa Gokudera, what are you talking about. Here let me show you." Yamamoto stooped down to grab the gun from Reborn's hand.

"Hey, no touch." Reborn frowned, petting the gun possessively.

"Oh, haha, sorry kid." Yamamoto rubbed the back of his head, smiling apologetically.

"Hmph, well, you better head to the top of the roof now, Dame-Tsuna will meet you there shortly." Reborn smirked then disappeared through stepping into one of his secret hiding places.

"See ya!" Yamamoto waved at Reborn's retreating figure then followed the grumbling Gokudera to the stairs.

"K-Kyoko-chan, w-would you like to come to the roof for lunch? We'll be p-practicing for the festival too." Tsuna stuttered nervously, squirming ever so slightly under his crush's gaze.

"Sure!" Kyoko nodded her head and picked up her bento from where she had it on her desk.

"U-umm, Kurokawa-san can come too."

"Humph, only to keep an eye on you monkeys. You better not do anything bad to Kyoko."

"O-of course not." Tsuna shook his head, trying to ignore the scorching glare Kyoko's best friend was giving him. "I… umm have to go get the others now so your can head to the roof."

"OK Tsuna-kun, see you there!" Kyoko smiled at him them left with Hana. Tsuna blushed a deep red then headed outside to where the two pineapples always sat together.

"E-eto, Mukuro, Chrome, would you like to come eat lunch on the roof? We are also practicing for the festival." Tsuna asked, avoiding Mukuro's mismatched eyes and instead focusing on the bento that he had made for them.

Chrome looked at Mukuro questioningly. When Mukuro laughed, she looked back at him and nodded. "We'll come, Bossu."

"Great! I'll meet you there then." Tsuna dashed off, wanting to get away from one of his creepy Mist Guardians. He headed to Ryohei's class hoping that he was there. And, thankfully, he was.

"Ah! Sawada, are you here for and EXTREME boxing match?" Ryohei ran up to him excitedly.

"No, sorry Onii-san. But I'm here to ask you something."

"What is that, Sawada?"

"Would you like to come to the roof for lunch and practice?"

"Sure! Is Kyoko going to be there?

"U-un!"

"EXTREME!" In a flash, the boxer was off and gone. Tsuna stared at where he disappeared for a few dumbstruck seconds before reluctantly walking over to the Disciplinary Committee as slowly as he could.

He cracked open the door with a creak, his heart pounding in his chest. On the couch, lay the school prefect, the feared Hibari Kyoya. He was asleep. Oh curse his luck.

Everyone knew that if you disturbed the prefect's sleep you'd be bitten to death.

Tsuna gulped. It was either wake up Hibari and get beaten to a pulp or experience torture straight from Hell via the demonic home-tutor.

Right now, neither sounded good. But either way, he'd get beaten up right?

He crept up to Hibari and pondered ways to wake him up without ticking him off. So, he settled on poking his cheek.

Hibari's eyes flashed open and his steel tonfas were immediately in his hands.

"Omnivore." He acknowledged.

"H-Hibari-san." Tsuna responded, sweating bullets.

"How dare you disturb my sleep."

For the next few minutes, the school was filled with girly shrieks.


When Tsuna, finally made it to the roof, he was battered and bruised but he had the school prefect reluctantly following him.

"I hate crowding." Hibari muttered, taking one look at the huge crowd gathered on the roof.

Hearing the voice of his rival, Mukuro stood, trident in hand. "Oya oya, what's the Skylark doing here?"

"Pineapple head." Hibari's tonfas flashed dangerously.

"Hiiee! Guys, don't fight now, do it some other time!" Tsuna yelped, waving his hands in the air frantically.

"Stay out of it Omnivore." Hibari snarled.

"Hiiee!"

"Oya oya, are you being mean to my Tsunayoshi? How dare you." Mukuro charged at Hibari, his right eyes shifting to the kanji of 4. The Mist flame enveloped it, glowing eerily.

"Stop!" Tsuna cried helplessly.

"Then do something about it, you're the boss. How many times do I have to tell you?" Reborn appeared, floating down from a Leon-parachute.

"Reborn!" Tsuna jumped, "Where'd you come from?"

"That's none of your business." Reborn smirked, "now, stop the fight." He held up his gun with a click as soon as his parachute morphed.

"Waaah!" Tsuna rushed in between the two rivals in an attempt to stop the fight. As a result, he was flung across the roof with new cuts and wounds.

Eventually the fighting stopped and everyone calmed down for the most part.

Tsuna sighed and gingerly sat down, careful not to cause any more pain than he was in currently. "Alright, let's start the practice now, ne?"

"Sounds good!" Yamamoto laughed.

"If Juudaime wishes to!" Gokudera smiled to his boss.

"EXTREME!" Ryohei pumped his fist in the air.

"Sure Bossu." Chrome nodded for both her and Mukuro.

"Why not?" Kyoko smiled, causing Tsuna to blush.

"Hn." Hibari sniffed from his place above them.

"Great, let's do this!" Tsuna cheered, forgetting about his pains and focusing on the task ahead.


-Day of the festival-

"Minna, are you ready?" Tsuna asked, looking at each of his friends. There was a sea of nods.

"Gyahaha! Is Dame-Tsuna going to sing?" Tsuna's youngest guardian laughed, snot dripping from his nose. When Tsuna arrived at school, his mother, Nana had come with him, bringing both I-pin and Lambo.

Tsuna bent down to look at Lambo in the eyes. His tone was serious when he spoke. "Listen Lambo, I don't want you to run around, stay with Bianchi or Kaa-san, OK?"

"Gyahahahaihai! Lambo-san doesn't have to listen to Dame-Tsuna, Dame-Tsuna is Dame-Tsuna."

Tsuna sweat dropped then sighed. He tussled his little brother's hair before standing up. "Just behave your self, alright?"

"No worry, Tsuna-nii. I-pin look after Lambo." I-pin looked up at the brunet, speaking in broken Japanese.

"Thanks a lot I-pin."

"Alright, I'll be off then." Tsuna walked to the back of the stage with the rest of the crew, leaving the two children to Bianchi who had come to see her brother and his mother.

Backstage, Tsuna changed into his stage outfit, which consisted of an orange T-shirt with the words "Dying Will" on it. His pants were black as were his shoes. He slipped on a couple of orange wristbands and a steel choker—something he would usually never wear.

The rest of his guardians and friends stepped up beside him, each in their own outfits. Gokudera in red, Yamamoto in blue, and so on. Each of them was equipped with a microphone and were either smiling or nervously tapping their feet in anticipation.

They filed one-by-one onto the stage where tons of people were either milling around or standing and waiting for the concert to start. Tsuna's eyes singled out his mother who was waving to him and shouting something that he couldn't make out.

Tsuna's stomach squirmed nervously but the feeling disappeared as soon as looked at his friends.

"Yosh minna, let's sing with our Dying Wills!"


A/N: *IMPORTANT NOTICE DON'T SKIP!* Readers, when the next chapter comes out, look out for a new title. I'm changing the title from 'A Vongola Band' to 'Let's Sing With Our Dying Will!' I think I like it better than 'A Vongola Band.' But, if you don't want me to change it, leave a review or PM me and I won't. But, if you do want me to change it, leave a review or PM stating that you do and I will.

Oh yes, and I have a question for you all. Are they in class 2-B by now or are they still in 1-B? This would be after the future arc but before the Shimon arc.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'm sorry for not updating this sooner, what has it been? One month and one day? Gomen!

Ciao Ciao!