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(AN)

This story will be based off of a challenge from foxchick1, who has given me permission to use it. The challenge is as follows :

Katekyo Hitman Circus Challenge

Here's a challenge that I hope people will be interested in taking in this challenge after Tsuna watches the movie "The Greatest Showman" he becomes inspired to start his own circus for people who felt left out, abused for reasons they can't control and feel like they don't belong, he would create a home for these people, because he knows what it feels like. He is in elementary school when he saw the movie so this will affect KHR canon when Reborn comes to train Tsuna to be Vongola Tenth. what else happens is up to you.

So, here we go.

~! #$%^&*()_+

The Harmonic Ring Master

Chapter 1

Pre-Dayly Life Arc

Sawada Tsunayoshi, better known as Dame-Tsuna, or No-Good Tsuna, ducks his head to look at the TV remote in his hand. The seven year old had been channel surfing while ignoring his homework, having just returned from school, when the battery-powered device quit on him.

He could just get up and change the channel manually, but he had sat down not ten minutes ago and standing would make his dully aching thigh – injured when he'd been tripped into a desk by one of his classmates – hurt even more.

In another universe, Tsuna would have decided it was a lost cause and stood up anyways to turn the TV off.

Here, though, Tsuna flips the remote over, and takes the cover off to look at the batteries.

Suddenly, his attention his is grabbed by the music blaring from the TV. His head snaps up, meeting the sight of a grayed out movie company logo on the screen.

"Whoa, oh, oha oh!"

The screen pans around still showing the same giant English number 20.

"Whoa, oh, oha oh!"

The scene changes, showing a man picking up bow and arrow.

"Whoa, oh, oha oh!"

He looses the arrow, effortlessly aiming through ax-like stones with holes in their blades. The scene freezes with arrow still flying through the final ax, the English words "TSG Entertainment" next to it.

"Whoa, oh, oha oh!"

The scene changes again, swirling to reveal a "C" like shape hanging from a string. On the wall behind it, are two shadows, one of "C" and the other of "E".

"Whoa, oh, oha oh!"

The screen flashes again, the words "Twentieth Century Fox" appear, then switch out with a man, in a red coat and black boots, holding a cane and striking a pose behind a stand full of people, all of whom stomp their feet against the wood beneath their feet.

"Whoa, oh, oha oh!"

The word "Presents" appears, the changes back to the man as he takes another pose. The people on the stands stomp their feet again.

"Whoa, oh, oha oh!"

This time the words that come up are "In Association With". Then its back on the man, a close up and he begins to sing, his voice quiet yet authoritative .

"Ladies and gents, this is the moment you've waited for."

"Whoa, oh, oha oh!"

The screen reads TSG Entertainment reappear, then switch back to the man as he continues.

"You been searchin' through the dark, your sweat soaking through the floor."

"Whoa, oh, oha oh!"

For the last time, the screen flashes, showing the words "The Greatest Showman", then turns back to costumed man.

"And buried in your bones is an ache that you can't ignore."

He reaches up and runs his fingers over the brim of his top hat. He releases it and allows his hand to drift downward, to rest on his cane.

"Takin' your breath."

He tosses the cane, catching it after it twirls in front of him.

"Stealin' your mind."

He opens his hand, letting the cane drop before snatching it out of the air again.

"And all that's real is left behind."

He turns, walking behind the stand and sending his coattails out to trail in his wake.

"Don't fight it, it's comin' for you, runnin' atcha. It's only this moment, don't care what comes after."

He slides to a halt between two bleachers, motioning in front of him with his cane as a spotlight comes on where he pointed.

"Your fever dream, can't you see, gettin' closer."

He points at a different angle, where a second spotlight lights up, then spreads his arms, the third and final spotlight erupting into being directly in front of him.

"Just surrender, cause you feel the feelin' takin' over."

He leans forward, shadowing his face, and bobs slightly to the beat. Then, he gives his cane a slight toss, grabs it, and takes off at a run.

"It's fire, it's freedom, it's flooding open."

Behind him, hoof-falls synchronized with the rhythm, march out four decorated white horses.

Suddenly, Tsuna can't even dream of looking away, and is pulled into a land where "Freaks" and "Mutants" and "No-Goods," like Tsuna, are the most beautiful of creatures.

~! #$%^&*()_+

Tsuna remains staring at the TV screen, even after the credits had roled and another movie had started. He found himself longing, more-so then the seven year old had ever felt, for a place like that circus. A place where he wouldn't be put down for his differences, a place where he wouldn't be laughed at, or picked on.

A place where Dame-Tsuna, the No-Good kid who couldn't even take three steps without tripping over nothing, or couldn't make heads or tails of his schoolwork because of the headaches he got looking at the words or number, would be at home.

Tsuna stands, slowly, not even noticing as the remote slips through his limp fingers. He wanted that, he needed that. He needed that happiness, that freeing sense of joy those people, oppressed, unwanted, unloved, No-Good, had.

And he would, Tsuna decided. No matter what it took, even if he had to make it himself, Tsuna would have a circus of his own.

First, though, he needed to make sure he could keep up with his fellow future performers.

"Kaa-san?" Tsuna asks timidly as he walks into the kitchen. He gazes up at his mother from under his bangs, watching as the light brown haired, brown eyed woman bustles about making dinner.

"Yes, Tsu-kun?" She says distractedly, not bothering to turn around.

That wouldn't do, Tsuna decides. This is a serious matter, and the woman is easily forgetful. If he didn't actually get her attention, she would forget he even said anything at all, and would make getting his circus even harder.

"Kaa-san," he says, a bit louder and firmer this time.

Seeming sense, on some level, that something had changed in her son, Sawada Nana finally turns from chopping up vegetables and looks over to the fluffy haired boy. "Yes, Tsu-kun?"

Tsuna meets his mother's gaze in determination, unaware of the slightest of orange shine eclipsing the usual dull brown. "Kaa-san, where do people go when they want to learn how to dance, and sing, and do flips?"