Now for who was coming to the door! Hope you like the chapter and review.

Oh and a side note to Rozelia13- Yeah it's who you least expect!

Yamamoto and Gokudera pressed themselves against the door as they listened to the quickly approaching foot steps up the stairs towards them. Before they knew it the door was being thrown open even with both of them pressing their full weight onto it.

"YOU LEFT ME TO THE EXTREME!"

Ryohei shouted as he threw the door and the two teens with it. They all sighed in relief at the appearance of the older teen. They had been afraid it would be Hibari.

"Sorry sempai."

Yamamoto laughed as he scratched the back of his neck. Gokudera ran a hand through his hair and abruptly stopped. Looking shocked and then enraged to the older teen.

"If you followed us here where is Hibari?"

He half asked, half yelled at the boxer. Ryohei pointed his finger at Gokudera and stated, rather loudly.

"I realized you three were gone and followed you. I completely forgot about Hibari when I was following you here."

Gokudera stood up and grabbed the boxer by his shirt.

"You idiot you probably led him straight to us!"

"How was I supposed to know you were going to leave me there. Fighting Hibari extreme, and fighting him alone is dangerously EXTREME!"

He shouted back at the Italian. They stood at the open door shaking each other for being stupid according to the other.

Tsuna had gone to looking for possible exits at the mention of Hibari showing up again, and Yamamoto was looking for a baseball bat. He found one and calmed his jittery nervous at the familiar feel of wood in his hand.

"Takeshi!"

Yamamoto's dad shouted. Making all four teens stop what they were doing and grow as Ryohei would put it, extremely quiet.

"Yeah?"

Yamamoto asked with so much obvious hesitation it made Gokudera flinch as the baseball players' lack of lying skills.

"What are you doing up there making so much noise?"

He asked briskly. They must have been disturbing customers with all their commotion and Tsuna felt bad for doing that to Yamamoto and his dad.

"Just stuff you know."

Yamamoto laughed at the end as he watched Gokudera and Ryohei silently fight with each other.

"Well take rough housing to the back not your room."

"Okay!"

They all yelled back to the older man, and rushed down the stairs.

"Why didn't I think of it before?"

Yamamoto exclaimed in excitement as he led them to a dojo in the backyard.

"Because you're an idiotic baseball player."

Gokudera said it like a fact, as if he was saying the sky was blue or something.

"Baseball is what I do best."

He laughed as they entered the dojo.

"Why is this even here?"

Gokudera asked as he closed the sliding door behind him. Yamamoto shrugged.

"My dad comes out here to practice with wooden swords all the time. He takes it pretty seriously."

Tsuna had one of those chilling feelings he gets when he's missing something important but like usual he couldn't place what it was. Shaking it off, Tsuna went back to focusing on freaking out over the fact that Hibari was probably right behind Ryohei in finding them.

Inside the shop:

Yamamoto Tsuyoshi was chuckling to himself as he watched his son and his friends run around. He wondered what kind of game they were playing to make them run for their lives like that. Then the bell that signaled the door opening went off and he focused on his customer. It was a teen a year or so older than his son, with black hair, wearing an all-black school uniform.

His eyes were blazing with rage, and he was breathing just a little irregularly.

"Welcome! Can I get you something?"

Tsuyoshi asked cheerily like he did for all of his customers.

"No."

The teen responded in a clipped tone. He was scooping out the room with sharp, hawk like eyes. Tsuyoshi didn't know how to respond to that really so he almost unknowingly dropped the cheerful act.

"Then what business do you have here?"

He asked in a deadly tone.

Hibari turned a curious look to the older man who hadn't been anything more than someone behind a counter seconds before. Now he was giving off the vibes of a killer, intent on protecting something important. Hibari smirked as he took a closer look at the man. He bore a striking resemblance to Yamamoto Takashi.

"I'm playing a game with Yamamoto Takashi, Gokudera Hayato, Sawada Tsunayoshi, and Sasagawa Ryohei."

His smirk turned into a smile as he imaged all the fun it would be to bite such violent people to death.

Tsuyoshi couldn't help but laugh at the kids response.

"They just ran out back."

He said in between laughs. Hibari nodded his thanks and went in the direction the older man pointed.

Back in the dojo:

"So what do we do now?"

Ryohei asked in annoyance. Being still and quiet wasn't his strong suit. In fact he rather find Hibari again to continue their fight.

"Shut up lawn head. We're in this situation because you're an idiot and probably led Hibari right to us."

Just as the words left Gokudera's mouth the door to the dojo was kicked open by none other than Hibari Kyoya.

"You just had to say something."

Ryohei yelled, as he jumped to his feet to point his finger at the shell shocked Italian. He wasn't expecting Hibari to show up that suddenly.

"Hey Hibari."

Yamamoto greeted with faked cheer. Smiling like always. The violent teen walked up to his and held a tonfa under his nose, just a hairline away from hitting him.

"I don't feel like dealing with your fake weakness right now."

He said through gritted teeth. Then pulled his weapon back to strike at the baseball player. Yamamoto laughed nervously as he just barely dodged the attack.

"Whoa."

Within minutes the fight erupted from a one on one to a one on four.

An hour later they were all worn out except Hibari and Ryohei who remained standing and in semi normal condition. The three younger teens were pretty beat up.

They were about to attack one another when music started to play.

"Midori tanabiku namimori no
Dai naku shou naku nami ga ii
Itsumo kawaranu
Sukoyaka kenage
Aah, tomo ni utaou
Namimori chuu"

Hibari dropped his fighting stance and pulled out his cell phone. Tsuna and Gokudera both had a what the freak (O_o) sort of look on their faces as Hibari answered the phone and the song stopped playing.

"Be right there."

He hung up and slipped the phone back into his pocket, and put his tonfas away.

"We'll have to ply some other time."

With that Hibari turned and left. Leaving four shocked teens in the dojo. After about half a minute they all erupted with laughter.

"The school theme song!"

Tsuna gasped in between laughs. Yamamoto and Ryohei were laughing so hard they couldn't breathe.

"What kind of freak?"

Gokudera commented as he gripped his ribs.

Yamamoto's dad found them like that a few minutes later when he checked on them. He smiled to himself and left. Wondering when his son started hanging out with such a variety of people. They didn't cool down for quite awhile. Ryohei was the first one to speak without laughing.

"What time is it? I feel like I'm extremely late for something."

Yamamoto checked his watched and looked wide eyed at it for a second before answering.

"Six. It's six o'clock already."

He laughed a bit after he said it.

"No! I am extremely late for dinner!"

Ryohei shot up from where he was laying on the dojo floor and was gone with a trail of dust. Tsuna sighed. If it was that late he had to start heading home too. Reborn wouldn't really care if he stayed out all night but his mom called at seven almost every day and he didn't want to worry her.

So he pulled himself together ad stood up.

"I should head home too already."

"Awe really?"

Yamamoto asked with a friendly smile. Tsuna returned the smile and nodded.

"Yeah. It's late and my parents are going to call the house in a little bit so."

He trailed off as he turned to leave.

"I'll walk with you!"

Gokudera jumped up to join Tsuna.

"Alright. I'll see you guys later."

Yamamoto commented as he waved to them. They waved back and left. Leaving Yamamoto to stare at the ceiling of the dojo. He had considered walking with them but changed his mind. Instead he waited a few minutes before pulling himself up off of the floor. He headed back into the shop, past his dad, and up to his room. There he found his guitar still hooked up to the amp Gokudera had used last time.

With the door closed Yamamoto picked up the guitar and pick, then turned the amp up. As he practiced his dad said nothing, only listened to the music coming from up the stairs.

Tsuna and Gokudera talked about bands, and different songs they liked while they walked. It seemed like time was moving fast since they reached Tsuna's place sooner than they thought they would.

"I'll see you at school Monday Gokudera."

Tsuna said as he waved and walked into his house. Reborn was sitting on the sofa in the living room drinking what Tsuna guessed was alcohol.

"You shouldn't drink Reborn it messes with your head."

Tsuna commented as he walked by. Reborn waved him off.

"I'm an adult I can drink all I want. And besides one drink isn't enough to slow me down."

He finished the glass and placed it on the coffee table his feet rested on. With his arms resting on the back of the sofa, and head back enough to rest on it, he had his hat pulled down to cover his face.

"Did something happen while I was gone?"

Tsuna asked. Reborn was never so openly relaxed in front of anyone. Not even Tsuna.

"No. I got a job to do from Timoteo."

Tsuna shrugged. He had met the older man a few times and thought he was nice enough.

"What's the job?"

Tsuna asked. Reborn moved his hat just enough to glare at Tsuna from under it.

"Put together the next greatest band."

Tsuna nodded.

"Yeah I know about that one."

Tsuna laughed a bit, and sat down next to Reborn on the sofa.

"Why do all of these perfectly good musicians not want to be famous?"

He asked angrily.

"Being famous sucks anyway."

Tsuna commented offhandedly. Reborn smacked him upside the head with none of the strength he usually used.

"I need you to find out how I convince them to join the band."

He demanded to the teen. Tsuna shook his head in shock.

"What! How am I supposed to do that?"

He whined. Reborn shrugged.

"Figure it out. I'll be working on it too."

Reborn sat up and rubbed his hands on his knees.

"I called pizza it should be here soon."

The older man pulled a laptop out from under the sofa and handed it to Tsuna.

"Get to work on hacking into the school's database. If you can't even do that much there will be more than just a refresher course on computers."

Tsuna shivered at the obvious threat and got to work on the computer.

Gokudera had stayed outside of Tsuna's house for a few seconds and even considered going back to Yamamoto's place. He wasn't looking forward to going home to his empty apartment after spending so much of the day with other people. It always made him feel so alone when he did that.

With a huff of annoyance Gokudera turned and started walking home. He felt pathetic for thinking he needed someone. He stopped at the convenience store and picked up some random muchies for him to snack on throughout the night. Gokudera kept his head down as he walked by some of the other tenants of the apartment complex he lived in and hurriedly made his way to his own apartment. Once he was inside he sighed and dropped his bags as he collapsed into his sofa.

"This sucks."

He said out loud to the empty apartment. His apartment still had a few boxes that were left unpacked, and his guitar was only pulled out recently when he had remembered how fun it was when he played Yamamoto's. Glancing at it out of the corner of his eye Gokudera got up and grabbed the instrument. It was just a simple red fender strat, nothing special about it really other than that he had drawn little flaming skulls and dynamite sticks all over it. He smiled as he gripped the neck of the guitar and felt the press of strings against his course fingers. Gokudera plugged his head phones into the amp and then hooked up his guitar.

There was music no one else could hear playing throughout the apartment, and Gokudera not for the first time that day considered taking Tsuna's godfather up on the offer to play in front of other people.

And he wasn't the only one dreaming of the lights of a stage.