Author's Note: Before I start this story, I would like to inform you, the reader, of a few things. One, always read my notes. They ain't just here to look pretty. Two, if you have any ideas on what should transpire, and I think they're good, I'll give you credit and tie 'em in to the story. Three, I invite criticism, but not flames. If any are left in my review box they will be transferred to the Millefiore base and used to toast Byakuran's marshmallows. All right, and for those of you that don't already know the drill: I do not own KHR. It belongs to Akira Amano.

Pairing: Mammon/ViperxTsuna. Some of you may question this pairing, and I can see why. The idea to do it came to me as I was reading and Arobaleno27 fic and, when everyone else was paired with our most beloved Tunafish, poor Mammon was left out. Intrigued, I decided to see how many fics for this pairing actually were on , and found only one. Plus, seeing as how it hadn't been updated for years, it looked abandoned. So, I took up a pledge. I, the most devoted lover of allx27 on the planet, will write for every rare pairing I can think of! So now that my little ramble and autobiography is finished, kick back and enjoy the damn story!

Summary: He always loved singing and song writing. And he was good at it too. It was the one thing that separated him from Dame Tsuna and, well, somebody. The bullies didn't exactly care for music though, and beat it into his brain. Singing=girly and stupid. But when Mammon hears this talent and sees it as an opportunity to make a quick buck, what chaos will ensue for poor Tsuna?

"It's kind of a funny story….."

That seemed to be how he always answered these types of questions. Well, in interviews at least. Everyone back home knew the reason, some way or another, but he never seemed to be able to tell the reporters about this, er, touchy subject. But hey, this was the first time he was being interviewed when it wasn't a press conference. Why not go nuts? "So, you wanna know how I became famous? I've got to warn you, it' a very, very long, exhausting, funny, sad, and sarcastic story. You sure you're up to this?" The young woman across from him blinked in surprise, as if shocked that she'd actually gotten him to say yes, which she probably was. As I've mentioned before, this was the first time he'd answered this question, and reporters had been asking it for God only knows how long.

After a pause in which the woman tried to regain her composure, his eardrums were blasted by a long shriek that seemed to fill the room floor to ceiling with its frequency and pitch. This sent the young man, the very same one being interrogated, tumbling out of his chair in shock. The fangirl-screeching halted at once, replaced by worried inquiring like, "Are you okay Mr. Sawada?" Or "Do you need me to call the studio nurse?" Or Even "Please get up! If you get hurt, I'll be fired!" Oh yes, 'Mr. Sawada' snorted to himself, this girl was a thoughtful one indeed. "Don't worry, I've survived tougher than falling out of chairs. And by the way, don't call me Mr. Sawada, just Tsuna will do." The girl blushed, and looked at him with hands clasped and sparkles in her eyes. "Really! Oh my gosh, that's SO cool! Does that means we're friends now? Oh my gosh, Nakama's going to be SO jealous-!" She probably would've kept babbling on like a fangirl, but Tsuna stopped her there. "Actually, I'll only tell you the story on one condition. You cannot tell anyone, about this." "Huh? Why not?" she sounded disappointed, even going as far as to puff out her cheeks like a little child. It may have been considered adorable, I mean, she was cute. But there's a little something within this tale that shows why Tsuna didn't think this way, also the reason why he couldn't let any reporters here about this self-proclaimed adventure of his.

"You see, Torimaki," he began coolly, which made her perk up her head. Had she done something wrong? She didn't usually act like this, but there was just something about the brunette that made her relax, as if she was back home talking to her cheerful friend Suki. They both had those same bright, warm smiles. And they had a way of making the room seem a little less dark. However, also like Suki, when he wanted to be, Tsuna could be very scary. But from what she knew about Suki (and the inferences made on her part about Tsuna), Torimaki knew it took a lot to make them mad enough to play this card. She highly doubted pouting would make the cut, but something had set Tsuna off, so she must have done something. Either that, or Tsuna and Suki weren't as alike as she thought. Snapping out of her daze, she caught the tail end of Tsuna's talk. "….so just because I'm 'playing for the other team', people might get the wrong idea and stop listening to my work. Do you understand?" He didn't know why he was being so open with this girl. I mean, he had just told her his deepest darkest secret. And they had just met. And she was a reporter, someone with the power to end his career with just one secret. So why? Tsuna chuckled at the thought. Probably because she reminded him of Haru. He just hoped that didn't include the 'madly-in-love-with-him' aspect. He waited for her response, but she only stared at him blankly. "What did you say? I wasn't listening." He deadpanned and retreated to his corner of woe. How long did he just spend explaining? Five minutes? Ten? He was right. Haru was a terrible listener too. "Tsuna, can you just tell me the story now?" She looked like a child waiting for story time, and his years of looking after the kids had trained him on how to approach this situation. He chuckled softly, and spoke in an alluringly soft voice. Her expectant eyes widened at this. His aura had turned mysterious and inviting, quite different from the cheerful, loveable one he had earlier, but still just as charming. "Well, Tori-chan," he reverted to honorifics, knowing this would keep her alert due to the name change. "It all began when that money obsessed, cold, freak show-" Let's just say there were a lot of insults thrown a particular illusionist's way. "-heartless, yet loveable, psychopathic now-manager of mine heard me singing. I was then forcibly dragged from my home, put through the worst possible living conditions imaginable in grubby hotels, and, most of all," he paused, taking in her reaction as she at the moment thought him a kidnap victim. "taken on the most awesome, amazing, funny, actiony, exhausting, wonderful ride of my life. Not to mention I fell in love too." Oh yes, this would be a fun story to tell. And to think, he thought with the ghost of a smile so that he wouldn't ruin the atmosphere for his listener, it all started with a song.