A/N: Phew, long chapter for once. Okay, I hope you like this :D Oh yes, and please review :) I want to know how you guys felt for this chappie. And the song, which is sung at the end, is Just like star, by Junho. It fits, very nicely, so listen to it if you can. :D Thank you for the faves, and follows 3

It was quiet, too quiet for a place, which constantly held practices, for that Takeshi. Hibari pulled out the radiophone from his belt, holding it to his ear. His cold, steel eyes glanced around, before speaking into it.

"Where's the herbivore?" Crackle. Beep.

Crackle. Beep. "He just went out with Reborn-san. Over…"

"Tell me when they return, Kusakabe…" Crackle. Beep.

Kusakabe instinctively nodded, even though the president was nowhere near him. He placed his hands behind his back, firmly standing and guarding the entrance to the building. The sky was a shade of orange, it was evening, there was bound to be school traffic. The cars whizzed past the main roads, blending among them was one long sleek, black limo.

"They won't be coming here anytime soon, right?" His neighboring member questioned him, with a bob of his head.

Kusakabe smiled lightly, shaking his head.

"No, I don't think so."

"Heh, the president's going to flip…"

The raven haired fixed the phone back, treading the hallways, his cloak waving majestically behind him. Gokudera stared at the piano keys in front of him, placing his fingers on them, creating a disastrous sound that echoed through the hallways.

Hibari winced, from the other end of the corridor, his fingers lifting instinctively to his ear. What was that man doing?

Gokudera roughly ruffled his silver hair, in exasperation, placing the paper of sheet music on the keys; he quickly crossed it out from his blue pen. Nothing was working, nothing sounded good, and he couldn't finish this song. He couldn't be bothered to. Why, why should he finish this for them, when they couldn't appreciate his talent? They never listened to a word he said, fucking modified his song every fucking chance they got. Fuck. He wanted to kill them; he wanted to blow them up, mercilessly, this was frustrating.

He needed this job, and he wanted to succeed by himself, but no one was willing to give him a chance, a chance he wanted so badly.

Amidst his ramblings, he slammed his fists against the piano. The sound that this beautiful instrument made was ugly. It was ugly like his heart.

Hibari approached the room that was making so much of noise, realizing that it was the room assigned for that herbivore's song writer. The door was slightly ajar, Hibari stood near it, attempting to do whatever he had to do to make that annoying noise stop.

He was going to bite him to death. Hibari gripped his tonfas in his hand, lifting it. Gokudera gritted his teeth, his hands grasping the piece of paper, with his initials written underneath.

Storm HG.

His hand crushed the paper, into a ball, as he dropped it to the ground, letting his head rest on the piano. Hibari stopped in his tracks, slipping his tonfas back into his belt, rolling his eyes, walking away. He wasn't worth his time.

And, that's when Gokudera realized he was crying.

Tsuna groggily rubbed his eyes, trying to awake, the exact same time someone threw a spurt of water at him.

"Gyaa! Who the? Why?!" He said shocked, spluttering as he wiped his face with his sleeve. Reborn tipped his fedora lightly, smirking under his breath.

"Well, you were out for a while. I simply thought you died…"His words drawled off, noticing that the raven haired male had fallen asleep as well, drooling on the window.

"But, still you didn't have to-GYAH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW-"

Reborn tossed the remaining of the water, onto Yamamoto's face, successfully waking him up. His reaction was similar to Tsuna's except for some reason, he was laughing, like he was used to it.

Strange… Tsuna thought, his eyebrow instantly quirking upwards.

"Ah, Tsuna you are awake. It was so boring without you, so I fell asleep too…"Yamamoto said happily, slugging one hand over the brown haired male's shoulder.

"Um, Yamamoto-san, who is-"

"Oops, my manners. This is one of the big guys from the management. Tsuna, meet Reborn…"

The words finally registering in his head, Tsuna attempted to get up in the limo, to bow respectfully, but instead his head hit the roof. Tsuna winced, holding his head, and his introduction came out very, very awkward.

"Ow…Ow, my stupid head…Ah, err it's nice to meet you, Reborn-san…" He said stammering, falling back against the leather seat, the limo moving forward.

"Hahaha,Tsuna are you okay?"

Reborn stared blankly at him, tilting his fedora towards his face, hiding the ghost of a smile which shadowed his lips. Was this kid for real? And, this type of kid wanted to be a backup dancer. All hell would break loose if he even stepped on the stage.

"Your hand eye coordination is zero. Your hair is a mess. You can't dance to save your life."

Tsuna's eyes widened, was this guy even trying to be nice?

"Yeah, his hair is a mess, now that you mention it…"

Now, the both of them are ganging up on me, Tsuna cried mentally, his self-esteem breaking apart by the second, even though none of these things were new.

"And those are the normal things others tell you, Tsuna. But, here it's different, but are you up for it-"

Wait, what was happening? What was this fedora wearing mean person saying? Yamamoto turned towards him and beamed a blinding smile, like he had just won the lottery.

"I asked him to help you, Tsuna. He's the best. If he can't, nobody can. You'll be the best backup dancer there is, even more. Hahaha, and you will be"

What was happening? How did he end up in this position? Was he, was he really going to receive the training to be one of the esteemed, standing on the same stage with Yamamoto.

"Well, that is, if you can take my training."

Did he just read his mind-

Besides that, what was he going to say? His dream was one step further from coming true, and now that it was offered to him, he didn't know what to do.

He was a loser, he was pathetic, and he was Dame-Tsuna. Could he really try it? Could he succeed, and not fail?

His lips quivered, his hands trembled.

Yamamoto gently nudged his shoulder, placing his hand on his head.

"Give it a try, Tsuna."

He was scared. This was different, this was new, and he had to fall out of his comfort zone. He wanted to take the chance he really did, but he just couldn't get himself to do it. He wasn't the type of hero, to never give up, save the world for no reason, like in all the typical manga and anime.

He didn't have a reason yet; a reason to do this. It was his dream, sure yeah, but he was just scared.

Tsuna lifted his weak gaze to Reborn, his eyes unsure.

"I'll think about it."

"There will be no thinking about it. I have many other students to tutor as well, you will become the best dancer there is, or you will not."Reborn said nonchalantly, leaning against the seat.

"I'm sorry, Yamamoto. I thank you for the opportunity, but I will have to think about." He said slowly, but firmly, surprising the indifferent male.

"Its okay, Tsuna…Take all the time you need."

He ignored Reborn.

The limo drew to a stop, waiting for the gates to open. Tsuna plastered his face to the window; oh my god, what was happening? He was being taken into the exclusive Vongola building.

Yamamoto chuckled under his breath, his fingers trailing his lips, as he stared out the window.

DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY STARS PRACTICED HERE?! KYAA. Yes, but his heart only belonged to Takeshi; the best pop singer there is. Oh, oh maybe he could meet his lyricist- Storm HG. He wanted to know from where he got the inspiration for his songs.

The limo lazily pulled into the driveway.

The silver haired male lifted the lit cigarette to his lips, and tugged hard. Stupid, didn't let him smoke in the building. He leaned against the wall, staring at the evening sky. Sighing under his breath, he reached for the scrunched up paper in his pocket; he had to finish this by tomorrow, or he wasn't going to get paid, and he needed the money soon.

A shrill squeak echoed through the air, the silver haired male instantly whipping his head towards the sound, shoving the paper piece into his pocket. Was there a breach in security, did the fan-girls get in?!

Tsuna hyperventilated, placing his hands on his knees, resisting the urge to jump up and down. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to be standing here, inside the Vongola building.

The same building which restricted entry to the normal public, only the best of the best could enter, and that was also only if they were on the list. The security was tight, and not a single breach since the new president came into power. He was ecstatic; he turned towards Yamamoto, and instinctively embraced him. Yamamoto taken aback by the sudden gesture had a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks, while awkwardly patted the brown haired male's shoulder. After a while, Yamamoto gave in, wrapping his arms around Tsuna, hugging him back.

"Thank you so much, Yamamoto…"Tsuna said, withdrawing from the hug, smiling.

"No, thank you, Tsuna, for everything…"Yamamoto said, placing his forehead against his.

"So there has been a breach in security. Hibari is on his way down here…"

Tsuna turned towards the grouchy voice, and met the biggest, scariest glare anyone has ever given him. Promptly getting a heart attack, Tsuna screamed, and hid behind Yamamoto.

Why was that person glaring at him, and who was Hibari?

He was hiding behind his idol. What on earth was happening?

"Now, now…Gokudera…I just brought a friend…" The raven haired male said laughing, waving his hands in dismissal.

The silver haired male's eyes widened, watching the brown haired male squirm behind that idiot.

"Tch…You need to get permission before bringing anyone here, and notify him before. He's not going to be pleased."

"Hahah, but I asked Reborn-san, and he said that it's alright?"

"R-R-R-Reborn-san?! You met up with R-Reborn-san?! His schedule wasn't free until the next year!" Gokudera flailed his hands in the air, inching closer to Yamamoto.

Tsuna peeked, meeting Gokudera's eyes, who chose to glare at him again.

"HIEE!" And, with that he fell backwards.

"Ciao…"

"R-R-R-Reborn-san?! W-W-Welcome!" Gokudera said, bending a complete 90 degrees angle. Reborn nodded, kicking the brown haired male on the side, forcing him to stand up.

"H-hey, Reborn!" Tsuna said, dusting the sand off his back, while Yamamoto just laughed again.

What? That brat was familiar and friendly with the great Reborn-san. His eye twitched, and this person was not even in the entertainment industry.

Reborn pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Sorry, for intruding, Hibari…"

"Hm, it's alright. As long as they don't make a ruckus-"

Hibari cut the line, slipping his phone back into his pocket, watching the loud crowd gathered near the entrance. What was that brown haired commoner doing in the Vongola building?

Reborn headed into the building first, Yamamoto followed, with Tsuna meekly trailing his form. Gokudera reached into his pocket, pulling out the empty sheet of paper. How? How could someone who hadn't even tried as hard as him become acquainted with Reborn, and Yamamoto both?

That was supposed to be him. No one had tried harder than him, and now, stupid ones were trumping over him. He now understood how Hibari felt.

"And this is where the magic happens, Tsuna…"Yamamoto said, leading him towards the one of the stages in the Vongola building.

"Are…Are these stages used just for practicing?"

Reborn walked past the both of them, his shoulder roughly nudging the smaller brown haired male. Tsuna winced, rubbing his shoulder, watching Reborn head toward the stage.

"Oh sorry you were saying. Yeah, actually. This one is my practice stage, so you are free to use it whenever you want to. We are going to have so much of fun, Hahaha…"Yamamoto said, cheerfully, tugging Tsuna towards the main stage.

He pushed Tsuna, making him stand in the center of the stage.

"Say Yamamoto, if the public aren't allowed to enter the building, why is there luxurious seats for an audience?"

"Oh that. I think to help us concentrate and imagine that someone is watching. And sometimes the Vongola keeps concerts here, very…very… rarely...Oh okay, wait there, don't move okay, Tsuna?"

He nodded watching the raven haired male jog back stage. One…Two…Three, the lights turned off and Tsuna was left there standing in the pitch dark. He could hear his own breathing.

"Yamamoto?"

He could hear his voice echoing in the darkness, and frankly it was creepy.

"Give me a second, Tsuna, I can't find the proper buttons, Hahaha-"

Why was he laughing in a time like this?! What is wrong with his idol?

"Found it…"

Tsuna heard the crank of levers, and buttons beeping. It felt warm all of a sudden. A single blue spotlight focused on him, he could see the dust particles floating in front of him. He looked straight ahead; he was the only one who was lit. It made him feel special.

Another crank, the fog seeped into the stage, creating soft billows of blue smoke. It looked beautiful.

"How does it feel, Tsuna?" Yamamoto yelled from backstage. Tsuna smiled under his breath, staring at his hands, his skin a shade of light blue. The spotlight felt heavy on his shoulders, and it was heating up. It was warm, but still. Lifting his gaze from the floor, he focused his eyes on the imaginary audience.

Reborn uncrossed his legs, staring directly into the unsuspecting brown haired male's eyes. He was right in the second row, of the audience, watching Yamamoto's little escapade with the lights. A smirk tugged his lips, as he watched Tsuna's eyes fill with determination and pride. He loved standing on that stage, the focus on him, no one looking down at him, but for a change looking up at him. Tsuna unclenched his fist slowly, a genuine smile tugging his lips. He never felt so alive.

"Yamamoto, it feels beautiful…"And without even knowing it, Tsuna turned around, one light spin. Yamamoto chuckled, stepping into the spotlight with him.

"I know right! But, you know what I love the most about this?"

"Your fans-"

"Hahaha, I like the fog machine. It makes this woosh, swish sound when it turns on…Ah fans, you were saying…"Yamamoto said, kicking the fog piled at his feet absentmindedly.

"Hey, Tsuna do you want to sing together?"

He got a heart attack. It was official, nothing like this could happen. Nothing, he wanted to punch himself to see if he was awake. Hold it together, Tsuna. Hold it together, Tsuna. Hold it, well shit.

Tsuna felt his legs go weak, as he kneeled in front of Yamamoto.

"Tsuna, are you okay?!"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, but this all too fast. Why are you so nice to me, Yamamoto?"

There he goes again.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!You good for nothing. You don't deserve anything, you don't even deserve to stand on this stage in front of Reborn-san! A reason, you always want a fucking reason to be recognized, if this is your dream, you should fucking take the chance. Whether you fail or succeed, you haven't even started the journey yet! People like you don't deserve shit!" He yelled from the sidelines, approaching Tsuna. He held onto his collar, yanking him upwards.

"Gokudera, what are you-"

"Yamamoto, let them settle it out…"Reborn said, indifferently standing up from his seat.

"Tch…Reborn-san…"He muttered, releasing his grip on the brown haired male. Why is he here but then again, this was according to plan.

"Reborn-san, if I can defeat him, you will give me a proper, better place in the Vongola, right?"

"That is correct-"

"Reborn, what are you saying?!"

Reborn ignored him this time, walking over to where Yamamoto stood heavily. Gokudera decided to release his pent up anger and frustration, on the brown haired male. His fingers clenched into a fist, landing his first punch of many, onto Tsuna's cheek.

"Tsuna!"

Reborn held Yamamoto back, telling him not to cause an unnecessary scene. He punched him again, he felt alive with every punch he landed on the person, who just got what he didn't deserve.

He didn't deserve Reborn-san's effort, and Yamamoto's kindness. He just didn't. There was no one who deserved it more than he did.

He tried so hard and even making it this far, was through enduring every hell possible in the entertainment business. No one accepted him in the beginning, no one. Despite the ruthless real life training he had received, and the million of songs he had written on his journeys.

He didn't care, he loved to write and compose. It was branded into his heart, the only thing he had left from his mother, and he didn't want to forget it. For some reason, he knew that he would forget it, but he didn't want to. He wanted to remember, he wanted the whole world to remember her, and the talent she passed onto him, that he was worthy of being her son. That's why he wanted to succeed, why he loved song writing and composing, why he wanted to try over and over again. Despite everything, in his heart, he knew that he would one day succeed.

The soft piano strokes echoed through his mind, his little fingers itching to play like she could. She tucked the strands of her silver hair behind her ear, as she stopped playing.

"Hayato, your fingers are made to play the piano…"She said giggling, placing his hands in hers. The corner of his lips tucked into a light smile, he could wait to grow up.

The punching stopped, his cheeks were bruised. Gokudera staggered, falling to his knees. He placed his hands over his eyes, the tears didn't stop coming. He heard her play, he still remembered her, after all these years. He could still remember how soft her hands were, the beauty of her voice, fingers against the piano. He sniffled, trying to wipe away his tears. He loved to play, he loved to write, but why wasn't anyone giving him the chance?

They took his songs away from him, saying there were good, but heavily edited his composing. For the live concerts, he was never allowed to play his own compositions; instead they hired more talented pianists, replacing him. Why, he just couldn't understand?

"Why, don't they let me play?"

Tsuna stared at the broken man in front of him, who just cried out his thoughts without even knowing it. He had a reason for becoming what he wanted to be, because of his mother, and Tsuna was wailing about needing a reason to be a hero; A reason to save someone, a reason to achieve his dream. He now understood the meaning behind his glares, and why they were directed towards him. Why he had shown so much of hatred towards him. He felt terrible, and the punches didn't hurt anymore. Tsuna crouched near the silver haired male, embracing him.

Why could he feel someone heavy over him? Why did it feel so warm? Gokudera lifted his head, in time to catch a glimpse of the brown haired male withdrawing from the one-sided embrace. What? Did he just hug him? Why, would he be so nice and kind, even after he yelled at him, punched him relentlessly? Even, after all the mean things that he had just said. What was wrong with this kid? Was he trying to humiliate him-

Then, he saw his eyes. His cheeks were bruised, but his warm, brown eyes were filled with concern, and then he said something, he thought he would have never heard from another person.

"Are you okay, Gokudera-kun?"

The silver haired male's lips quivered, his legs weak, the tears started flowing again. This time, he embraced the brown haired male. This simple display of affection, no one had showed him in a long time. He will not get his tears on this nice person's shoulder, and with that he tried to stop crying.

Reborn smirked under his breath, it was true, now he saw how this timid little person, saved Yamamoto's life, and was able to bring a lot of smiles to people's faces through his singing. He was a very gentle and kind person. He was going to be the next biggest thing Japan's ever seen. He was the one, who could send the charts off the roof. Yamamoto finally smiled, running his fingers through his hair. Tsuna did it again.

Tsuna helped the silver haired male up, who for some reason didn't let go of his hand.

"What is the dream that you want to achieve? For sure, I will help you…"Gokudera said, half smiling, the tears still coating his face. Tsuna didn't even know what he was doing, why he wasn't scared of him anymore, and wondering why the glaring male had an instant personality change. It was scary.

Before Tsuna could say anything, Reborn answered.

"He wants to become the number one idol in Japan-"

"Wait what?! No I want to be a backup dancer for Yamamoto-"

Gokudera watched the two bicker back and forth, finally choosing to accept whatever dream his new friend was going to choose.

"I will help you then-"

"Reborn-HUH?!YOU JUST PUNCHED ME-"

"And I apologize greatly, Idol-sama.-"

"Idol-sama?! IDOL-SAMA?! TUNA, I MEANT TSUNA IS GOOD NOH?!"

"No, Idol is the best-"

And, Gokudera gave his final glare to the brown haired male who had just become his friend. Immediately after that, the silver haired male grinned, knowing that the brunet complied.

"Hahaha, everyone is friends now. Together forever…"Yamamoto said happily, wrapping one hand around Tsuna and Gokudera.

"Tch, get your hands off me, idiot!"

"Hahahha, come on, Gokudera~"

Reborn watched the scene unfolding; Tsuna had just acquired the greatest lyricist the Vongola has ever had, and the carefree pop-star who could move people to tears. And, he hadn't even entered the entertainment business yet. But, one thing he should know, that his pitiful life will never be the same again, because the not everything is about smiling spotlights, and for once, Gokudera knew.

"Gokudera, go play the piano for us…"

His eyes widened in shock, he couldn't believe the words that escaped Reborn-san's mouth. He never, in all his eyes, he never had the privileged to play on the same stage, even if this was just for fun, and not a live concert.

Gokudera nodded his head, heading towards the piano. His fingers softly played the keys, getting some wrong in the excitement. Take it slow Gokudera; he could almost hear Tsuna whisper under his breath. Yamamoto gave him a thumbs up, as he headed back stage to grab some microphones. In the process, Gokudera warmed up, his fingers more comfortable playing the first verse of the song. Tsuna recognized this song; this was one of Yamamoto's first songs. Tsuna smiled, at how he didn't call him Takeshi anymore, just Yamamoto. The levers creaked and beeped, Yamamoto adjusting the spotlight to fall onto Gokudera, as well.

One single white spotlight, fell on the piano, he could now see the shadow of his fingers against the piano. A curve tugged his lips, as he continued to play, his fingers playing the whole piano. Tsuna had to ask him this.

"Gokudera-kun? Did you write his songs?"

The silver haired male was almost going to stop playing. He just stared straight at him, smiled and nodded. Tsuna couldn't believe what was happening. He couldn't think for any longer, when Yamamoto placed a mike in his hand. He winked cheekily at Tsuna, lifting the mike to his lips, when Gokudera hit the chorus.

And just like that, his carefree personality changed into a passionate, intense, soul wrenching voice. He held the mike firmly in his hand, facing the audience, as he sang his heart out. Tsuna held the mike in his hand, staring at Yamamoto, realizing how much he genuinely loved to sing.

Our future will shine, just like a star.

"Sing, Dame-Tsuna…"

"Sing, Idol-sama!"

Tsuna smiled, lifting the microphone to his lips, as he sang along with Yamamoto, their voices harmonizing. Yamamoto's voice a moderately deep voice, and Tsuna's a higher pitched voice, but beautiful. Gokudera's hands moved smoothly across the piano, he didn't even know this was possible. He loved to see the both of them sing together, and now he wanted to write a new song for the both of them. Okay, maybe first for Idol-sama, and then for that idiot.

Reborn slowly held the tip of his fedora, as he headed towards the seats, taking his place. Maybe, this wasn't a waste of his time, and that Tsuna had a lot of hidden potential. The raven haired male smirked, leaning his head against the railing of the balcony. That herbivore wasn't too bad, and also the new brown haired herbivore. Hibari gritted his teeth, the radiophone crackled and beeped, against his belt.

He exited the room, unable to deny it any longer.

They made him want to sing again.