Meet Me On The Dance Floor [[B-Boy! AU]] {{DISCONTINUED}}

1 (Welcome To My Life)

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Tsuna's POV

I hear cheering as I enter the school grounds. Looking to the side, I see people crowding around as music plays. Seeing this, I immediately recognize what's was happening. It was happening again. My curious gaze sharpens into a glare as I scoff lightly. Ignoring it, I walk to my class, my hood still up.

Namimori Middle School. A normal middle school that you could find anywhere. Except it wasn't. You could only find the same type of school in Namimori. Because there wasn't a uniform you had to stick to. Because, once a month, a special event takes place that many either, encourage or participate in.

Dance battles. A special event held once month where students sign up to battle each other through dance. Students and teachers place bets on who they think will win. The winner is named 'Dance King/Queen' until someone takes their throne.

Dance was extremely popular in Namimori. Dance battles broke out almost everyday, and even Hibari Kyoya allowed crowding whenever one took place. Because it was pretty amusing to watch. Because everyone was happy watching or participating in it.

I, on the other hand, despise it with burning passion. But that is a story for another day. My dying day. I don't want to be reminded of the incident that corrupted my vision of dance.

As I enter my classroom, I notice not many people were in. Probably due to the battle. Sitting at my desk, I pull out a book and read it whilst I wait for the teacher to arrive. At the sound of the bell, I put away my book and people began to flood the room. Following my usual routine, I slip in a Bluetooth earphone in on ear and I rest my hand on it, concealing it.

Time Skip

As I make my way to my house, I notice another dance battle break out. Per usual, I ignore it, continuing to read my book and walk. That is until I hear one of them yell out.

"You're cheating!" Oi oi. Cheating isn't a light subject when it came to dance. My eyes divert from my book to the battle. After placing a book mark, I walk up to the commission, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Unless you can prove it, you just sound like a sore loser!" When I made my way to the front, I see Mochida Kensuke grinning sinisterly at another boy in his year. At first, it does sound like the boy is making excuses, but the grin on Mochida's face says otherwise. Closing my eyes, I turn away, not interested anymore. It's just another fight over dance. Stupid.

When I got home, I heard my mother happily humming as she cooked dinner. I smile at her, questioning the reason for her mood. She grins.

"I've hired a tutor for you!" My eye twitches as she obliviously smiles.

"I don't need a tutor." I state, putting away my shoes and entering the kitchen. Really, I don't. My grades are the best in my year. And no one gives two shits about physical education. "My grades are secure." She pouts and turns away from her cooking.

"Not for grades!" I raise an eyebrow as she continues, "He's going to teach you dance!" Eyes wide, I couldn't voice a single word. "Everyone in Namimori knows how to dance at least a little. You haven't even tried! So I thought it would be nice." I'm grateful she considers my feelings, but doesn't she know I absolutely hate dance? I've been pretty open.

What does she want me to do? Hold up a sign that says 'DANCE SUCKS!!"? Kill anyone that dances in front of me? I mean, I'm not against it, but are you sure?

"Best of all, its free! He just needs a place to sleep and three meals a day!" Okay. That's just suspicious.

"It's probably a scam." Mate. How many times has those words been used in a KHR fanfic? Whatever. "It just screams suspicious." But nooo. Mom didn't listen to me. Instead, she waves her hand, saying that I'm just nervous. I am NOT nervous. I just don't trust it and I hate dance. So get off my case.

Sighing, I tell her that I won't be eating and head off to my room. As I collapse on my bed, I frown. Dance tutor? I don't need it, nor do I want it. Dance is the one thing I want to avoid at all cost. Because I hate it. With a burning passion. Did I mention that I hate dance?

Pushing myself of my bed, I start a bath. Eventually, I got in and let my body sink in the water, my head above the surface.

"Dance tutor, huh?" I wonder aloud. I duck my head into the water, hole my breath. 'Why doesn't anyone understand? Dance is my worst enemy.' Slowly, my eyes open under water as I continue to ponder over thing. 'I've hinted it way too many times. But no one seems to understand. It's annoying. I hate it.' Rising, I pant as I try to regain breath. 'It's useless.'

Time Skip

Making my way (downtown. Walking fast. Faces pass and I'm home bound) to school, I feel someone watching me. I turn to a tree and stare at it for a while before remembering school. If I'm late, I'll get bitten to death.

Throughout school, I kept feeling that annoying presence wherever I went. Even in class. No matter where I went, there were eyes on me. And I'm pretty sure whoever was stalking me, knows I know.

When I got home, I was greeted by mom. Before I could go upstairs, the doorbell rang. Yelling 'I got it!', I opened the door and saw a man smirking at me. The smirk made me shiver. He had black hair covered by a fedora and curly sideburns. His obsidian eyes were sharp and were full of experience. From my well trained eyes, I could tell that he was hiding lots of muscles behind that suit of his. Just by his smirk, I could tell that he was mischievous and playful. He spoke.

"Chaos."
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"Fuck off." I tried to slam the door but his foot stopped it from completely shutting. Irked, I looked at him and my eye twitched. Unable to stop myself from jumping, I let go off the door hearing my mom.

"Is it the tutor?!" She yelled as she made her way to the front door. Smiling, she welcomed him in and made him some tea. The man accepts the drink and looked at me.

"You must be Sawada Tsunayoshi." I avert my eyes and struggle to speak.

"Yeah. What's it to you?" I'm rude. But I don't care. I will not learn dance under any means necessary. I don't care what he does. Even if he pointed a gun to my head at point blank range, I wouldn't even flinch. Shoot me. I won't dance.

"First, let's sort out that attitude." He hit me on the head with his fist making me wince and nurse the afflicted spot. "I'm Reborn." Reborn smirked as he looked at me, mom already gone to buy groceries. "And I'm tutoring you into becoming the leader of Vongola." My eyes widen at that. Vongola?!

Allow me to explain. Vongola is the largest and most popular dance hosts. They regularly hold battles and judge the contestants. They earn the most money out of any group. Vongola have many branches and even own hotels and airports. Their current leader is Timoteo Di Vongola, or more commonly known as, Nono. Once every fifty years or so, a competition is held to determine the next head of Vongola. This year, they will become Decimo.

"I refuse." I state, coldness tracing my words. Me? Dance? No way. "I'll be in my room, sensei." The mockery in my voice was loud and clear as I spat out the words 'sensei'.

Lying on my bed, I cover my eyes with my arm. 'Vongola...' Turning off the lights and tucking myself in my bed, I smirk. 'Interesting...'

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