Author's Note: First KHR fic.I have no idea where I got the title from, but I used it and it stuck, so now I can't imagine renaming this story to something more . . . appropriate for it.

This started out as an experiment, but became something totally different. I like writing this story, so I'll continue until my steam runs out (which will hopefully be far off in the future).

Author: Completely Sane.

Summary: Sawada Tsunayoshi was a normal, average boy. In fact, he was below average. He was clumsy, got below average scores on all of his tests, couldn't do any sports for the life of him and had virtually no talents to speak of. Tsuna knew this better than anyone, and accepted the fact that he probably wouldn't get very far in life, even if he somehow managed to get through high school.

He accepted that he would (basically) amount to nothing.

So when a band manager by the name of Reborn scouts him specifically for the one of the things he was actually good at (which he also sort-of failed at too), Tsuna was understandably confused.

"You want me to become an international singer?"

Poor Tsuna.

Rating: T

Warnings: Hibari Kyouya and Reborn, because they sort of deserve it. (Mukuro will be added when he actually appears). Bullying in later chapter, but it won't go far. Swearing, maybe.

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! in any shape or form. I am not making any money out of this fanfiction. I do not own any of the songs mentioned or will be mentioned in this fanfiction, either. Both the manga and songs belong to their respective owners.

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Peregrine Blues

~ Melancholy is a foreign feeling. ~

'Erm.'

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Prologue:
Days In A Normal Life
or
Blogging Is The Only Way He Can Rant

Tsuna hummed as he opened the door to the roof top of his high school. There his friends waited for him, laughing raucously underneath the hot sun. There was a whole group of them, shouldering each other, laughing and eating each others food without asking as they talked, not once missing a beat.

"Yo, Tsuna!" One of them called after spotting him. He smiled brightly, quickening his pace so that he could sit down with them and enjoy his lunch period. "Hey," he replied quietly as they all turned around to greet him. He flopped down onto the cement next to the group with a small groan, rubbing his face tiredly. Most of the group turned back to whoever they had been chatting to before, except for his best friend.

"So, did you get your Science test back yet?" He asked as Tsuna took out his lunch. Tsuna nodded, cursing when he got a paper cut from the mass of paper he kept in his bag. He held it up to his eyes, watching irately as blood sluggishly came out from the small cut. "Well?" His friend asked impatiently as Tsuna sucked on the wound. Tsuna flashed him an amused grin, "Well what?"

The boy next to him groaned. "How did you do?" He said flailing his free hand around a bit. Tsuna laughed, but wheezed out a sorry when his friend gave him a particularly hard whack to the back in his exasperation. "I passed, okay? Stop hitting me!" He stopped hitting Tsuna.

"That's great man! All those late night study sessions actually do pay off." Tsuna almost rolled his eyes, but refrained, instead opening his bento. As usual, Nana had done an absolutely wonderful job with his lunch, including all of his favourites. A girl on the other side of the malformed circle they had going on noticed the meal, and loudly pointed it out.

"Hey, share some with us, Tuna-fish!" Another girl yelled, snatching up an octopus sausage before he could stop her. He blushed at the nickname, before complaining when everyone started eating pieces of his lunch. Pretty soon, there was a chopstick war over the last piece of shrimp- Tsuna himself was participating with much fervor.

He settled back down when his chopsticks broke though (how that happened, he wasn't sure), and contentedly watched as his friends continued to duke it out. They were trying to settle the fight with rock-paper-scissors now, and when a girl with short pink hair won the battle, she slapped the boy in front of her on the cheek in victory. "Take that, dog-face!" She exclaimed, only to be tickled by said 'dog-face'.

Tsuna laughed at their antics and-

RING RING.

-and woke up.

He slammed his hand down on the alarm clock turning it off. Slowly, he dragged his hand back underneath the covers before turning onto his back to stare blankly at the ceiling of his room. Another dream where his life was perfect, he thought after a while with a disappointed sigh. He sat up groggily, rubbing at his eyes a bit, then checked the time. '6:03', it read. Tsuna huffed as he finally left the warmth of his bed.

It was time to get ready for school.

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February 29th, 20XX at 5:00 PM

It's a leap year! I barely noticed what day it was today, no one in my class talked about
it. The girls were fan girling over every 'hot' guy, as usual. The guys were off being
manly for the girls, or whatever they do (I honestly don't want to know), and no one
really talked to me about it . . .

But regardless of whether or not people in my class cared, I know someone out there
does! Happy birthday to BunnyofDOOM and everyone else born on this day!

So nothing much happened today. Well, there was this transfer student that came from
Italy. I'm going to nickname him Octopus Head, cause I honestly don't think he'll
appreciate it if I complain using his real name and all. It'll be painful if he finds out . . .
So anyway, he smokes, doesn't wear his school uniform properly and is your typical bad
boy. The girls already love him, I think I heard some whispers about a fan club.

Poor guy. Fan girls and the Disciplinary Committee are going to be after his ass.

I don't think he likes me. In fact, he probably hates me. Why? Well, I accidentally bumped
into him on the way to my next class. You guys can imagine how that went:

Me: Oh, I'm so sorry!
OctoHead: Tch. -glare-
Me:Hieeee!

Yeah. That was totally smooth, Tuna. Smooth.

I'm done with the latest request, by the way. I'll post it later, when I don't feel so lazy.
Does anyone have any other songs that they want me to do? (As this is, frankly, my only
hobby and probably life outside of blogging.)

Mood: Fretful
Tags: real life, school

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Leave a comment [18]

BunnyofDOOM: Thanks! a lot of people didn't say anything about my birthday until I reminded them. Poor guy, from the way you described the Committee in your other posts, OctoHead is gonna die. Anyway, don't worry if he hates you, he's just jealous he can't be as awesome!

Tuna-Fish: Thank you for that wonderful compliment, Bunny! I think the internet is the only way I can get such compliments, which is pretty sad considering.

Mr. Extreme: EXTREME! SHOW THAT GUY WHOSE BOSS, TUNA!

Tuna-Fish: Um, I think you've forgotten to turn off that caps button again. And I think you misunderstand (like a lot) what exactly happened in that little exchange between OctoHead and I . . .

Mr. Extreme: AH, THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME, TUNA-FISH!

Tuna-Fish: Erm, your welcome. And thank you for reading my blog.

Scorpion Ai: Hello, Tuna-Fish, how are you today? It's so sweet of you to remember Bunny's birthday. I can tell you that I have a friend whose birthday is today, and barely anyone remembered. As for OctoHead, I personally agree with Bunny. Don't mind him, sweetheart. He reminds me of my younger brother, to tell you the truth. And if I learned anything from dealing with him, it's that he loves a good meal (hint, hint). As for the request that you recently did, I can't wait until you post it, you have a lot of talent. Now if only you would sing.

Tuna-Fish: (Sweetheart? . . . Never mind.) And I tend to remember the strangest things, so don't worry. Um, it think it would be a bit strange to give him lunch out of the blue, Ai. In fact, I think a lot of people would look at me strange. But thank you for the suggestion all the same. Thank you for the compliment too. I don't think that I'm that good of a singer, honestly.

Scorpion Ai: Nonsense. Your voice is wonderful from what little I've heard in you (only) original song. I can't sing half as well as you. If I could, I would be the singer for my brother's band. (Sweetheart is a good nickname for you.)

Tuna-Fish: Alright, I'll take your word for it. (But it's rather . . . effeminate, isn't it?)

Scorpion Ai: You should. (Then it's perfect for you.)

Tuna-Fish: . . . .

Cloud: This Octopus Head shall be bitten to death.

Tuna-Fish: You sound a lot like a guy I know, ha ha ha. He often says he'll "bite you to death" if you break a rule. I have no doubt that Mr Prefect could do that, but he only ever sends people to the hospital for a few days. It'll be worrying if OctoHead does die though, since he's a student and all. Maybe I should warn him.

Cloud: Don't bother wasting your time with the octopus herbivore. He shall be punished regardless.

Tuna-Fish: Erm.

xSamuraiHeartx:Ha ha ha, OctoHead should drink some milk! Calcium deficiency can be linked to grumpiness, I've heard!

Tuna-Fish: I'll keep that in mind.

AN Note: Rather short prologue, but meh.