They were infront of Namimori middle.

"So yeah, we're going." Yamamoto cheered with a school boy smile. He wasn't nervous anymore. He told Kyoko he wanted to be her boyfriend and she accepted his feelings. He was planning to walk her home for the first time. That's definitely what a boyfriend should do, right? He wasn't sure about being one. He could ask Tsuna later. They mended their friendship after all...

Kyoko-chan was glaring down, her feet tilted towards eachother shyly. She wanted to talk to him, but she could only do so in private.

Tsuna was with Haru, Yuni and a scowling Gokudera. Tsuna was the only one who noticed that Kyoko-chan was merely playing the part. He gasped a whisper. Her eyes lied as she smiled, eyes that only reflected what was infront of them. He didn't want to ask her what was wrong, but why would she be so upset after a happy moment for her and Yamamoto?

It couldn't be, could it...?

Their eyes met. He flinched back. Not this again. He quickly averted his own. Kyoko-chan grew orbs. She hesitated the same as him, almost breaking character.

They both wanted to get away from eachother as fast as possible. Those around the two continued with idle chatter as the sun began to set. "Um Yuni, let's get going."

She was in the same boat as her brother, except it was one sided. Yamamoto wouldn't even glance at her... Because Yamamoto is not a lolicon like Byakuran!

She crossed her arms and agreed with Onii-chan. Haru joined them. She lived close to them. Purposely avoiding Tsuna now would only be inconsiderate. She didn't want to make things worse.

They all went their separate ways in the neighborhood.

"Whatever I'll see you guys at school." Gokudera-kun still had his arm bandaged. He broke off from their group as they walked past the houses.

Tsuna bit his lip before running after him. "Don't wait up." They were almost home anyway. Yuni and Haru would be fine. He was more concerned for, "Gokudera-kun!" Tsuna caught up to him after rounding the corner with clumsy hustle. He kept glancing at the injured arm. "Are you really going on another one?"

"It's none of your damn business!" Gokudera shoved him with his good arm. Tsuna stumbled back hitting a wall. He stayed there with shadowed eyes as Gokudera left with the same hidden expression.

"I see." And walked away from him as well.

Tsuna huffed finally making it to the last steps of an abandoned shrine. It was his personal getaway spot. The sun had set, but not it's light shine. It illuminated the sky for a little longer. Maybe for Tsuna and his solitude.

The wind swept his hair and the leaves as he sat on the last step he just climbed. He crossed his arms and rested his elbows on his knees.

"What was I thinking?" Inside of him, there was this pathetic hope that she would turn Yamamoto down.

"Um... Sawada-kun." It was the day after Tsuna confessed to Kyoko in Namimori middle. Unfortunately young Tsunayoshi was torn inside from a broke heart caused by the cute damsel in front of him. He almost flinched. Either she noticed and ignored, or didn't notice because she didn't care.

"Y-Yea, Kyoko-san."

She looked apologetic, looked. "Can we talk after school. I should at least explain." Sounded it too.

"Oh, s-sure." He was bad at saying no. Unlike her.

They decided to meet behind the school. Unnoticed. Tsuna and Kyoko were barely ever spotted together. Exactly how she wanted.

Tsuna fidgeted being the first one there. What if it was a prank. "N-No, she wouldn't do that, right?"

"Sawada-kun." Kyoko always gentle, waved as she reached him. Tsuna almost fumbled trying to wave back. Yet only seeing her reminded him of yesterday and his smile easily lowered. What was the point of this? To hurt him more. How would an explanation help something that will never be. Tsuna bit his bottom lip. Maybe he should just run away and never look back.

He couldn't because he was a coward.

Kyoko-chan's smile kept still as she walked up to him. Tsuna's heart skipped on a scratched record disk.

She swept a lock of her hair behind her ear, thinking of her words. "Listen... about yesterday."

N-No, he knew didn't want to hear this.

"F-Forget about it Kyoko-san, I'm Dame-Tsuna. I-I understand, so." He gestured with his arms and tried to chuckle it off.

She took a step back in a gasp. She wanted to say that it wasn't that, even if only a lie. She sagged her shoulders with her hands clasped in prayer hoping that he understood.

"But... I do like you Sawada-kun. It's just..." Her bangs hid her honest eyes until the wind blew by revealing them to him.

'S-She likes me...! Kyoko does.'

Tsuna grew wide orbs at the hurtful expression across her face.

She was about to take her leave. About to walk away from what they never had.

"Kyoko."

She hesitated at his confidence. Her soft cheeks heated up at his instant intimacy.

Her lips parted as he took a step foward and captured them without a thought.

Her lips reacted on their own, kissing him back. What she always wanted. Her eyes closed as her body ignored her internal confusion and mirrored his passion.

He gently rubbed his thumb against her cheek and strongly clutched her waist close. She had her fingers over his vest, almost clinging to him and the warm fabric, as they continued their honest confessions.

Kyoko shot open her eyes realizing who she was passionately kissing. No should couldn't let herself accept this. She light pushed off him breaking the kiss. She glared down in shame. "Sorry... Sawada-kun." Blinking away that stupid liquid bubbling around her eyes. She wished it would go away, or at the very least, hoped he wouldn't notice.

She took off before he could reach out. "K-...Kyoko-san."

He glanced down at his uniform vest. It was wet with a few droplets...

Tsuna rose his face from his crossed arms as he recalled the memory. It was the one that gave him an once of foolish hope. "I'm such a baka." Even now, when he kept telling himself that he didn't care. He slapped his cheeks and ignored his self-pity. "Get it together. She's the school idol and I'm Dame-Tsuna. It's gonna stay that way."

Tsuna stood tall and stared down from the height of the shrine. He could see all of Namimori lit from the city buildings and house lights. He checked his watch. "I-I can't be late! I bet she is expecting me today."

Right on cue. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and swiped it open. He clicked on the text notification. U'll be here today right?

He naturally smirked ignoring his thoughts of Kyoko. He replied and then tucked his phone, headed there.

Yea, on my way.

Decimo entered the up scale lounge in the center of the city. The center of undergound meetings. True to its approach, it was in the tallest skyscraper in Namimori, and on the highest floor none the less. A crystal clear window acted as beautiful wall canvas, revealing the city bright night life.

Decimo himself also had to act the part, so he adorned a suit, playing the mafia game. He adjusted his tie and pistol holster. It was for protection only. He hated carrying it around, it was the other weapon he had, but never pulled the trigger.

One table was specifically for high roller poker. The others tables were for those to talk and relax as they smoked and drank the difficult day away.

He approached neither and headed to the bar on the opposite side of the window wall.

"Hello Basil."

The bartender was cleaning a glass and smiled back at him. "Sawada a pleasure. The usual?"

He nodded. "Has she played yet?"

Basil shook his head with a knowing smile. "I see, that's why you're here. You know, Reborn has been looking for you."

Decimo almost cringed, but kept his composure. "I'll go see him after."

Basil smirked. He nodded his head to the small stage as she took it.

Tsuna rested his arm on the bar and then his cheek on his palm. An unaware smile always on his face, everytime.

Basil seemed to be the only one aware of it. He shrugged it off and went back to tending his bar.

Tsuna sighed with that same smile. It was over but the melody and voice stayed in his thoughts. His cheeks had a tinted shade that was unnoticed by the night as he walked along side her. The moon behind them lit their simple side of the metropolis.

"Th-Thank you... for, um, walking me to my apartment."

"Oh, its no big deal. I live close by anyways, remember." His dense smile caused her to heat up in embarrassment. Of course she knew that, except it was the first time he walked her home this late at night. She was nervous from his midnight company. He was usually busy after so he never had the opportunity to offer. But when he did, like today, he didn't hesitate.

"You're going straight home after I go inside, right?"

He gasped at her concern before comforting her with a gentle smile. "Yeah. Don't worry."

The hidden tension in her body flew away as she nodded. She began to take her leave. Tsuna stayed outside, until she was safely inside the apartment complex. At the door, she turned around. "Good night, Tsunayoshi." She rushed out before darting inside. Her rose red cheek blush spread out through her heated face, but he couldn't see it because she scampered inside.

Tsuna's smile fell to a surprised wide eye blank. "Good night..." Not believing she said that. It left a warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Tsunayoshi... huh." He let out. That did sound a lot better. A lot better than Dame-Tsuna atleast.

"Not again." Tsuna grumbled to himself about to enter his home. He tried to not drop his straight lips. The lights to the kitchen where on.

"Tsu-kun, come sit with mom."

He didn't want to but he was weak and would of felt guilty for abandoning her. Or so he told himself.

Alone to a self-destructive bottle. That was probably what she passed down to him. Self-destruction. In honesty, saying he took a seat across from her in guilty worry, was more comforting than the truth.

He was keeping her company because he was the same as her. Misery loves company and he might as well oblige.

"Hello mom."

"Oh, your game was today, ne? Sorry, it must of slipped my mind. I wonder why Yuni didn't say anything to me?"

'Because she was hoping you would show up with out being constantly reminded or forced.' "I don't know. She was pretty excited. It must of slipped her mind too."

She rose the glass to her lips. She had a far away gaze. "Is that so..." And took a sip.

"Screw you." Tsuna mumbled in greeting. His eyes glared at the sun smugly shining through his window. "I'm not ready for today." He rolled over on his bed. The weekend was over. He had to go back to school. Kyoko-chan was going to be there.

Last night he had used the sunflame capsule Gokudera-kun gave him so he was almost a hundred percent. His eyes were fine so he didn't wear the eyepatch anymore. He rebandaged his hands. They were healed, but he didn't want people to see. "Haru did say something about beat up cosplay..." He stayed seated on his bed. He held one taped up wrist and stared at his covered palm. Haru. Ever since the baseball game, the underlined tone of their relationship shifted. He knew why, but didn't want to hear an apology from her. She was always helping people. She shouldn't feel guilty for doing what she thought was right. Given that, how could he move past it with her.

He, although he wouldn't admit it, actually appreciated her way of being hyper to the situation or quiet when the two where alone. It was tranquil. No strings attached. Nothing forced.

Tsuna and Yuni left their home. The first one they came across was the one who always accompanied them.

"Hi Chrome!" Yuni waved running up to her. "Baka-Boss doesn't have his eyepatch anymore, so you guys aren't matching." Yuni rose her hands to her shoulders and sheepishly shrugged them in disappointment. He really was a Baka-Boss.

Chrome didn't understand her meaning until realizing that she wore a black skull eyepatch and Boss had been wearing a white medical one. Mirror opposites. She fidgeted at Yuni's obvious parallel. "That means Boss is fine, right."

Boss walked up to her with his schoolbag slung over his shoulder as usual. "Hey Chrome."

The three began a walk to Namimori middle. Chrome smiled and greeted him as well, shifting to Yuni's left. Boss to Yuni's right. The little princess happily skipped in the middle as they walked to her new, their old, school.

'If it was up to me. Life woud be as simple as the morning walk I share with Chrome and Yuni, everyday before school. If it were up to me.'

Reflecting in the mirror, the illusion is just a melody that played quietly.

The lyrics to a constant tune called my life.