A/N: Okay this one, is AU KHR, the characters completely invested in the flashy business of the entertainment world. The characters will be meeting one after the other, and will have their own roles to play in this story. Starting off with Yamamoto, the leading idol, and Dame-Tsuna.

I'm really hoping you guys will like this one :) My first AU story :D All the boys will be here. So patience till we reach all of them. Thank you guys, please review.

Yamamoto took a deep breath, counting to ten in his mind, his fingers unconsciously adjusting the microphone. He pulled the neck of his T-shirt, blowing into it. It was so warm here, it was suffocating. The undying cheering of his fans didn't help, either.

How he wanted to run towards the stage, and just start singing, but his manager hadn't given him the cue yet. The colourful spotlights danced across the stage, a steady music playing in the background. He peered from the sides; the fans held numerous boards, drawn with I heart Takeshi. He wanted to go and embrace that fan, then and there, but then he remembered the built men, that stood near the foot of the stage.

He wasn't going to try and mess with security.

Everything was controlled, everything, and he didn't have a say in the matter. Naïve Takeshi, that's what they called him, when he suggested something.

But, still he loved to sing more than anything, so he didn't say a word. He just laughed. His eyes caught the manager signaling him from the other side.

He took a deep breath, taking his place on the middle of the stage, waving his hands at his fans, as he came in. They screamed louder, he didn't even know that was possible.

A wide grin tucked his lips, as he jumped up lightly, the music started. The spotlight warm on his shoulder. He hadn't started to sweat yet, but his fans didn't know how hard it was to stand in the spotlight.

A soft, piano stroke echoed through the concert hall.

His smile instantly dropped as the words of the song escaped his mouth. They screamed, waving their boards in the air, at how he became a completely different person when he sang. He was emotionally invested in the song, the smiling idol they knew, became a compassionate person singing his heart out, for the girl who refused to love him back.

In reality, he hadn't faced a tragic heart break, like he was leading the audience to believe, but they didn't care, as long as the song made sense.

You could say he was a naturally born singer.

The tone of the song became more upbeat, as it hit the chorus, increasing the volume of the screaming.

Every time he sang, the audience felt a powerful surge of emotion, and that was his selling point. He was simply captivating, and he had the power to do whatever he wanted to.

He had the audience in his hands.

Tsuna ran towards the town square, hoping that he wasn't late, and that the live telecast hadn't started already. The right leg of his trouser had a huge tear on its side, due to the unfortunate incident with his neighbor's Chihuahua. He held onto the baseball cap, he had slung over his head, hiding his brown locks. The chances of him, meeting someone from school was too high, and he wanted to stay a wallflower, go unnoticed.

"I can't stop loving you…"

His voice blared through the speakers, Tsuna's eyes widening by the second. The brunette jumped up and down excitedly, fangirling over his voice, ignoring the scrutinizing glares the passer-bys gave him. His eyes sparkled, his hands clasped together in a prayer stance. Takeshi was amazing; he had a voice that could move him to tears.

Tsuna opened his mouth, quietly uttering a few words of the song, singing along to it. Go ahead; you could say whatever you wanted, but this feeling of loving something so much, that you would do anything for it.

And for Tsuna, it was Takeshi Yamamoto, a young idol who joined the industry at seventeen years of age, and what he loved the most was that, his eyes showed that he loved singing with all his heart.

Dame Tsuna, who was all alone, admitted to himself that he loved singing too. The camera focused on the back up dancers emerging from the fog, stepping in time to Takeshi's leading moves.

They moved together, in sync, snapping their fingers, and Tsuna couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to stand there, on the wide stage, moving in time to the music, most of all, next to Takeshi himself; Singing, and dancing, altogether.

It was much better than every day of his life.

He overslept today, as well, even when he had specifically told his mom, about that important thing he had to do. No way, was he going to tell his mom that he was the biggest fan of Takeshi. He was already being teased at it, in school.

Well, he couldn't help it. The girls seated behind him, started to sing his latest hit, showing off to the class. The boys cooed over them, until Tsuna himself started to sing, and this had happened three years ago, he hadn't even hit puberty yet.

He couldn't help it, he tried to bite his lower lip, and hold it in, but he loved Takeshi's songs.

"He sounds like a girl when he sings~"Mochida exclaimed, placing his hand over his chest, slapping Tsuna on the back harshly. Kyoko muttered words of protest, instantly causing the brunette to blush, and the chauvinistic male to step back.

Kyoko Sasagawa was indeed beautiful, and she was known as the school idol. Her long wavy locks, got her into a career in modeling, and her status in school skyrocketed further. Even though, she was new to the modeling business, she had garnered a large fan base. He always wondered why, she wouldn't just transfer to a better to school, than stay here in Namimori.

She was always nice to everyone, even to him, and he couldn't help but have a tiny crush on her. Normally, Tsuna was someone who could be deemed attractive, he was now eighteen years of age, but his disheveled brown locks and his status as the school's no good dork, kept him from getting anywhere.

Status mattered, he was too thin, and he lacked the six packs the girls were looking for. The only salvation he could receive was by listening to Takeshi's songs that raised his hopes. His songs held so much of hidden meaning, the words were powerful.

One of his songs, talked about being strong and fighting for what you love, no matter how many times you get stepped on.

But, Tsuna knew that he didn't write his own songs. If he knew who did, he would hug that person with all his might.

Tsuna opened his eyes, gazing at the giant screen; Takeshi had just finished singing his hit debut single. Tsuna bit back the urge to applaud randomly, even though he wasn't in the concert hall. He wished that he was. He just didn't have the money to afford a ticket this time.

The prices of his concert had steadily increased over time, making a lot of people unable to attend, and that is why, he was here standing in the town square, awing at the live telecast.

Takeshi, if only I could meet you once, he thought. He was his biggest fan.

"Thank you for coming everyone! I love you all!"He screamed into the microphone, laughing, as he tossed it to the audience. They roared louder than ever, Takeshi escaping to the sidelines.

The concert was over. The attendants tended to him, handing him a blue towel. He smiled taking it, slugging it over his neck. Another one handed him over a water bottle, Takeshi sporting a wide grin, as he said thank you.

The dressing room door closed behind him, Takeshi sitting in front of the mirror. Today was the last straw.

A silver haired male paced past the door, placing his hand on the manager's shoulder. A cigarette loosely hanged on his lips, as he waved the paper in his face.

"You bastard, you promised me that you would make him sing this song! You did it again, didn't you?"

"Now, now, don't get hasty. We only hired you for the hit album, so you could walk off like you always wanted to-"

"Yes… but this song as well! You fucking promised that I would get to play this song at the next concert-"

"I'm sorry but this is the decision…Why don't you just stick to one thing you are good at, song writing?"

Gokudera gritted his teeth, squashing the paper into a ball. He should have quit this fucking agency a long time ago, funny when he wasn't even a part of it.

Nobody wanted him, and he didn't want them either. His eyes trailed to the star studded name, placed on the wooden door.

Takeshi.

He had never spoken to that idiot, but he was the most naïve idol in the industry. He would do whatever his fans asked him to, went along with the manager's decisions without even a speck of resistance, but he was also the reason that he hadn't left yet.

Takeshi brought life to his songs, he didn't want to admit it, but it was something he could never do. He quickly glanced around, security hadn't been applied yet. His hands grasped the doorknob, turning it gently.

"Hey, you-"

His words faltered, the room was empty.

Tsuna shuddered, wrapping his arms around his form. It was cold. The wind blew heavily over the bridge; Tsuna instinctively grasped the cap firmly. It was late, now. He prayed that nothing would happen to him. Oh my god, what if he got robbed? Well, not like he had any money, but oh my god, what if they stole the idol keychain he had stashed in his pocket?

He mentally cried, no, anything but that. Take all his money, but not his idol keychain!

"Could you please be quiet, I'm trying to think?"

"GWAAAAAAA!" Tsuna yelled, flailing his hand in the air, as he toppled backwards to the ground. A figure in a hooded sweater was seated dangerously on the railing of the bridge, leaning towards the side of the water.

"HEEYY! YOU…WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?"Tsuna shrieked, rushing towards the stranger, absentmindedly grabbing his shoulders in the process.

"You have no idea what I'm going through. Nobody does, not being able to do the one thing you love to do…"

"Well, what is it that you love the most, sir? We could talk about it…"

The figure chuckled lightheartedly, and Tsuna could swear that he had heard that laugh somewhere else. He sighed before choosing to tell a stranger his story.

"What is your name?"

"Um. Me? I'm Tsunayoshi Sawada. Tsuna…"The brown haired male stuttered, inching closer the hooded figure.

"You look like you're my age. Hahaha, I might as well tell you. I love to sing-"

"M-me too, except I think that I cannot sing at all…"

He was never going to finish his story, was he? The figure stood up, getting ready to leap to his death. He took a deep breath, ignoring the pounding in his chest.

He was scared.

"Wait! Why would you kill yourself over something that you love doing?!"

His eyes widened, his teeth gritted together.

"Because, I'm not allowed to do it anymore. I LOVE TO SING, BUT I CAN'T! Singing was something that came from your heart, not because a bunch of directors wanted to bring out a hit single. IT WASN'T FOR THE MONEY…It was for your heart…I can't sing the way I want to, I can't stand on the stage knowing that sometimes it isn't me singing live. To please the masses, I would have to lip sync my own songs! THAT ISN'T WHAT SINGING IS! THAT FEELING OF FREEDOM GONE! This isn't what I wanted, this isn't my dream, this isn't-"

Tsuna stared at him, brown eyes filled with concern. What could he say, to a broken man? A scoff slipped past the figure's lips, as he dejectedly sat against the railing.

He mustered his courage, gathering his thoughts in one huge burst of anger. He didn't know what he was missing.

"Stop acting so spoiled."

"What?"He asked confusedly, turning towards the brunette.

"You can at least sing. There is a reason those directors chose you, and only you! You are somewhere; you just have a little more to achieve your true dream. Why would you throw away every happy thought, experience you had with singing just because of a few? Treasure the dream you are on your way of achieving! Mister, do you know what my dream is? I always dreamed of becoming a back up dancer for Takeshi, the pop idol, but I know that I'm nothing but a no good Tsuna. But, I know one thing, no matter how pathetic I become, I will never give up! His songs will keep me going, and one day you'll find something that'll keep you going to. SO DON'T GIVE UP!" Tsuna yelled with all his might, hoping that his message would get across.

"Tsuna, help…"The figure exclaimed, his face contorted with fear. He didn't want to do this anymore. Tsuna leapt instinctively, grapping hold of his hand. He skidded forward, his hand firmly grasping the stranger.

Dame Tsuna could save him. Yes, he could. Tsuna took a deep breath, heaving and panting, as he pulled him up. The stranger collapsed into his arms, both of them falling against the pavement.

The stranger laughed, hearing the heavy heart beat of the brown haired male. He was alive, and so was he.

"Um, if you could stand up-"

"Sorry Tsuna, I cannot stand up now, my legs are shaking for some reason. Hahaha…"He said laughing, slowly slugging down the hooded part of the sweater.

"T-t-t-t-takeshi? Am I dreaming?! Holy shit, holy biscuits, holy mother of all that is-"

His ramblings were cut off, by the good natured laughter of his idol, who was sprawled on top of him. Oh my god, this was like heaven, but so uncomfortable. It was like a dream come true, he couldn't believe it all.

The Takeshi was sleeping on him, on him, on Dame-Tsuna, Kyaa! God, he sounded like a girl in his head. Be cool, Tsuna. Be cool.

Takeshi slowly stood up, withdrawing his hand out to his savior. Don't faint, Tsuna. He held his breath, placing his hand in Takeshi's grasp. It was warm, holy shit, he was going to die.

"Yo Tsuna, sorry for not telling you who I am, but I liked what you said." Takeshi said smiling, a toothy grin. Tsuna swallowed his breath, forcing his legs to stand.

"A-ah…N-nah…It's all c-cool…Yo…"

"Hahaha, you're funny, Tsuna. Here, use this if you want to call me." Takeshi said, reaching for his phone in the back pocket.

Tsuna's eyes widened, holy macaroni. He was going to get Takeshi's personal, personal number. He must be dreaming. The brown haired male shakily reached into his pocket, taking his phone out, as they exchanged numbers.

"Keep your phone on, Tsuna, because I will call you for sure. I want to show you everything, but just not today. They must be going crazy over there trying to find me…Hahahah-"

"That isn't very nice, Takeshi-san…"

"Hahaha sorry sorry, and call me Yamamoto, Tsuna. It's much better…"

"Y-Yamamoto…"Tsuna said to himself, a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks. This was like a dream come true.

Yamamoto instantly dialed a number on speed dial, apologizing profusely to his phone. Cutting the line, he flashed a lop-sided grin at Tsuna.

"When my limo gets here, I'll drop you home…"Yamamoto said cheerfully, slugging his hand over the brown haired male's shoulder.

"L-l-limo?!"

"Hahaha yes, my limo…"