A/N: Okay, second chappie. Hope you guys like this, and also could you tell me if you want the chapters to be longer? And, the next chapter will definitely be Tsuna meeting Gokudera. :3

Tsuna hugged his pillow, leaning to the side, staring at the open phone in front of him. The Takeshi had just dropped him home, and it still felt like a beautiful dream that was going to end. He shook his head, blinking his eyes, trying to fight away the drowsiness.

Yamamoto said he would call, so he would call, and before Tsuna knew it, he drifted off to sleep.

The alarm beeped in his ears, shocking him awake. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, stumbling towards the bathroom. Sighing under his breath, he pulled off the pony tail; he had made for his bangs. His eyes widened, Tsuna flopped himself on the bed, eyeing his phones for any missed calls.

Yamamoto still hadn't called. He groaned under his breath, hoping to close his eyes, interrupted by the loud knocking on his door.

"Tsu-kun! Wake up, you're going to be late otherwise~"

"I'm up…"He said, stumbling towards the bathroom once again.

xXx

Tsuna slugged his backpack over his shoulder, his free hand holding his phone in front of him. His uniform was loosely tucked into his pants, his tie hanging over his neck, his shoes unpolished, covered with the mud from yesterday.

He whined under his breath, when will he ever call? God, he sounded like a love struck teenager waiting for call, from his interesting date, and he was the one being stood up.

Why Yamamoto Takeshi would you lead him on, like this?

Clicking his tongue, he slipped his phone back into his pocket, running his fingers through his brown locks in exasperation.

Another normal day of school starts.

The school bell rang, Tsuna barely making it into class on time. He took his usual seat by the window, and the one which had a perfect view of Kyoko Sasagawa. No, he wasn't being a stalker; she was just nice, and beautiful. He nearly drooled on himself, with his thoughts.

He pulled out the phone from his pocket; still no calls from him. The teacher walked in, the students standing up respectfully. Tsuna quickly pressed a few buttons, and changed the settings to vibrate, that way if he got calls from Yamamoto, he would know.

Well, not like he got calls from anyone else. The contact list on his phone only held two entries. One was Mama, and the other Takeshi. His eyes looked sad, when he slipped his phone back to where it belonged.

Takeshi snapped his fingers, moving in time to the music, throwing his hands in the air. The instrumental version of his track blared through the speakers.

"And five, six, seven, eight, and turn…"

And on cue, he gracefully turned, the rest of his backup dancers following. Successfully finishing a dance routine, Takeshi grinned from ear to ear.

"Okay, you guys can take a break now…"

Takeshi bowed.

"I can't stop loving you, baby!" Takeshi yell sung, heading towards his dressing room. His back crew laughed at his easy going nature, and also not knowing whether the boy was being obnoxious getting addicted his own songs-singing it out loud as well.

Dancing, he picked up his phone, flipping past his endless contacts, till he found T for Tsuna. Sitting on the table, he dialed his number happily.

He wondered what Tsuna was doing at this time. Ah, he had so much of fun, and he couldn't wait to tell Tsuna about it. The dial tone played. Takeshi shook his head lightly, singing.

"I will never forget the day I met you…"

And he waited for Tsuna to pick up. Was he being ignored? It was oddly, a pleasant feeling, but no, Tsuna had to pick up the phone.

"Since then, our future had changed…"

Okay, Tsuna wasn't going to pick up?

In reality, Tsuna was dying to pick it up. The phone was continuously vibrating in his pocket, it couldn't be his mum. Please don't be mum.

The teacher turned to the board, Tsuna pulled out his phone. Holy shit, three missed calls. He had missed calls! It was from him!

But, he was in class. If Nezu-sensei saw, he would be brutally punished. But, it was Yamamoto for god sake. Tsuna sneakily pulled out his phone, sending him a short text.

In class. Cnt tlk nw. Bt l8tr.

Takeshi ran back to his dressing room, to grab his water bottle. Why hadn't Tsuna still called yet? He picked up his phone, reading the rushed text. He laughed heartily, before replying.

Its kwl. Wht skl do u go 2

Takeshi slipped his phone into his pocket, oh well, if the phone fell out when he was dancing, it was Tsuna's fault.

Tsuna smiled, before pulling out his phone again. He couldn't believe he actually got a text from someone besides his mother.

Namimori High. :)

"Look at me now. Baby, let's dance~"Takeshi sang, throwing his hands in the air, spinning a complete 180 degree. He jumped up and down in his spot, finally turning towards his audience. The practice was going smoothly, until the phone started vibrating in his pocket.

Yo Tsuna. I knw that skl. Some1 hre wnt there. :D

Rlly, tht person mst be gr8 as u.

Tsuna flattered, Takeshi grinned at his phone, a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks. It was fun talking to Tsuna.

"Takeshi! DROP THAT PHONE, AND COME HERE TO DANCE!"

And just like that, the texts stopped coming for Tsuna. He finally turned towards the board, trying to concentrate on the lesson. This was just too exciting.

Mochida stared at him from afar. Why the fuck was Dame-Tsuna laughing at his phone? He had no friends whatsoever, and if he giggled at his mother's texts that was just plain creepy, but he still had to admit no matter how much it pained him. Tsuna was good looking, if only he took the time to fix his damn hair and face before coming to school.

It couldn't be, maybe that rumor was true. That Dame-Tsuna had a crush on Kyoko. Okay, this was now war, that insolent brat had nothing on him.

The interval bell rang, Tsuna rushing outside the classroom, to quickly pull out his phone. No unread messages. He pursed his lips, almost falling into a pout, maybe Yamamoto was busy.

Or, maybe this was a once in a while text opportunity thing, that the idols did for their fans. His train of thoughts was interrupted when Mochida grabbed his phone from him.

"Give it back to me, Mochida…"Tsuna whined, attempting to tug it from his hands. Mochida smirked, breaking into a fit of laughter.

"No way in hell, Dame-Tsuna. But what I came here to ask you was-"

Mochida held Tsuna from the collar firmly, pushing him against the locker with a thud. The brunette winced at the sharp pain arising.

"Why do you have a crush on Kyoko-chan?"

Tsuna blinked blankly at the raven haired male, before a light shade of pink dusted his cheeks. It was true, it was all true, he did have a crush on the auburn haired female, with her petite figure, and her modeling skills. Who wouldn't like her?

"Mochida…Why are you bullying Tsuna-kun?"

Mochida's ears perked up at the honorific, those two sounded like they were close. Oh, he was boiling with jealousy.

"Oi, Kyoko, why do you even talk with this dork?"

"Um…He listens to all the songs I listen to, and sometimes he's nice enough to lend me some of the limited editions of Takeshi's albums. And, sometimes we…" Kyoko said, fiddling with her fingers.

"You sometimes?!"

"Sometimes we sing together…"

Mochida blinked blankly, his eye on the verge of twitching. This bastard with a squeaky deafening voice sang with Kyoko?

He pushed Tsuna harder against the locker, locking his eyes with him.

"Gym afterschool. You better show up bastard. I'll prove to you that I can sing way better than you, and I look better than you. The winner gets Kyoko-chan, and the loser gets beaten up. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

Tsuna scrambled to the ground, meekly nodding at Mochida. He was not planning to show up, but then Mochida had his phone.

And without his phone, he couldn't contact Takeshi. Now, he had to show up for the battle, but he didn't want to get beaten up from Mochida.

Why did God hate him so much? He couldn't even sing, and Mochida had a brilliant voice. He was so screwed.

The betting had begun to take place in the gym, while Tsuna and Mochida stood in the center of the court. The judges were the heads of the band and choir- he was pretty much winning it through bias. Tsuna meekly rubbed his hand, his lips quivering. He didn't even prepare a song to sing, he was just going to get through this and get beaten by him, successfully getting back his phone.

Mochida threw Tsuna's phone at him.

The raven haired male smirked, opening his mouth, choosing to sing a song, that would blow the audience away just by song selection.

Mochida had begun to sing, and he was already making girls fall to their knees. His voice was so powerful, so perfect; he fit exactly the requirements for a song sung by Grand Rodeo. He sounded so similar too, except he lacked emotion in his songs.

He sang the same song, with a tone of arrogance that could drive you away for miles, but still it sounded beautiful.

Tsuna could feel his self-esteem breaking into little, little pieces. He was in key, everything. Mochida smirked, finishing with the applause of the whole gym.

Kyoko cheered instead for Tsuna, telling him to do his best. Now, Tsuna had a very soft, spoken voice, and he sounded just like Tomohisa Sako. Going with that, Tsuna chose that song, Calendar of Love.

He started to sing, some commented how he started off like a girl, but then he hit the chorus. The audience found them captivated by his passion, and it just made them smile. Kyoko placed her hands together, singing along to the brunette's cute voice. It just made her smile, and she loved it when he sang.

And, that's when Tsuna realized that he loved to sing. He opened his eyes, a curve tugging his lips, the audience breaking into an unexpected applause. They never expected, finding themselves cheering on Dame-Tsuna.

Mochida was seething, demanding to know who won.

"Isn't it obvious?"

The voice came from someone foreign to them. For a second, they thought it was a teacher, but then caught a glimpse of a figure holding the tip of his fedora, and a boy next to him, who looked eerily familiar.

"Yo Tsuna, you were so good…"Takeshi said, approaching Tsuna, slugging his hand over the shorter male's shoulder.

"OMG, IT'S HIM! KYAA, HOW DOES DAME-TSUNA KNOW HIM?!"

"I think we better run, before it gets noisy…"Takeshi said cheekily, grasping Tsuna's hand, breaking into a run. They headed towards his limo, finally getting inside.

"Where are we going?"

"Aw, come on Tsuna, you said you wanted to be my backup dancer! And that's what I'm going to do…"

Tsuna could no longer hold back the urge to faint, so he did. The fedora wearing gentlemen smirked, tipping it.

This Tsunayoshi Sawada could prove to be interesting, and a good asset to the company. The boy had undiscovered talent, and he could sing.