Hello everyone. I hope you guys enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR or the songs that are present in this fanfic.

Everything for now is spoken in English. Later on I will mention when their speaking in different languages.

Enjoy.

Sawada Tsunako, age 18, walked through the lobby of the giant building known as Vongola Studios where she worked as a janitor. She's been working at this job for two months now, that's how long she's been 18, so she can help her mother with the bills and incredible debt they have piled up.

Her mother, Sawada Nana, was not pleased with this and tried to argue that she should focus on graduating high school first but Tsunako wouldn't have any of it. Since her father bailed on them when she was 14 years old after making them move to America when she was twelve because of a big job opportunity, Nana has been having trouble with the bills. She works two jobs just to make ends meet but can't do it all by herself anymore and Tsunako knew this.

She may be No-good Tsunako, like they call her at school because of her horrible grades, clumsiness, being bad at all sports and social awkwardness, but she can at least work a part time job after school to help her mother.

At first she was at a loss because no one would hire her because of her lack of skills, experience and clumsiness but then she got the news that Vongola Studios needed another janitor. She applied and they accepted her since it was such an easy job that only needed for her to know how to clean which she did since her mother taught her and it was so simple that it would be hard for anyone to screw up, right?

Right?

Wrong.

Tsunako is so good at being clumsy that she managed to knock over a drinking gallon that was in the hallway, the cleaning cart, crash in to the mailman delivering the mail to the workers in the office and spill the dirty mop water all over the floor making six people fall on their butts, all in the first two days she was there.

It was a wonder to many as to why she was still working there at all. But apparently the bosses where giving her a chance to earn some much needed money since she told them of her circumstances and the need to help her mother.

Tsunako walked through the ridiculously big lobby and into the supplies closet where she got all she needed to start her long day of work.

Normally there would be two janitors. They would have the amount of floors they have to clean divided equally between the two of them so they wouldn't have to clean all 24 floors of the building all by themselves but today was a different story. The other janitor told Tsunako that he couldn't make it to work today because of personal problems so she had to do the 24 floors all by herself.

It was going to be a long day indeed.

After she grabbed all the necessary materials she started working at the lobby and made her way up. As usual there aren't as much workers present at 3:30 in the afternoon on a Friday. And as usual the ones that are present start to make insulting and degrading comments about her as soon as they see her pass by them.

Tsunako learned to tune them out because otherwise she be bummed all the time if she heard all of what was said about her and took it to heart. Not to mention it would ruined her already severely damage self-esteem.

She sighs as she mopped the floor of the lobby and then wiped the main desk. After she took out all of the trash bags from the many trashcans here, she got on the elevator and started on level two.

Five hours later she was on level 22 doing everything that was needed to be done here as well. She was already tired and looking forward to cleaning up level 24 so she can go home to sleep. But at the same time she dreaded going to level 24 because it was a well-known fact that the founder and owner of the company was here on a business trip with all of his associates and his right-hand man. She didn't want to risk bumping into them.

Normally they stayed at the Head Quarters of the company, the country it was founded on, Italy but they came to oversee a new project in person for the past week. And Tsunako knew that the founder, his 'Guardians', as they were known, and the CEO of the American Vongola branch were all still here despite it being 8:30 in the night and it not being a working day tomorrow.

It was normal for some of the high level members of the studios to be working late on the verge of the release of a new project; especially for the CEO, founder and Guardians. They were the most workaholics out of all of them.

Anyways she was about to go clean an empty conference room. Or at least she though it was empty. As Tsunako opened the door to the dark room she heard a distinct sound that she recognized as sniffling. Someone was in here crying. Bu the million dollar question was, who?

She flipped the light switch making the dark room instantly bright. Tsunako scanned the room for signs of life and she found them in the form of a body curled up in the far corner of the room.

Tsunako carefully and quietly made her way towards the fragile looking figure and decided it was best to let the other know of her presence. Maybe she could help the person that was crying, she doubted it but she can at least try.

When she got closer to the person on the floor, she noticed it was a girl about her age as far as she can tell; she was wearing a blouse and a skirt. She had dark blue hair that was almost purple in the shape of a melon?

Tsunako's P.O.V:

Wait a minute this girl looks awfully familiar now. Where have I seen her before?

Well no isn't the time to ponder about that. Maybe I should just talk to her.

"H-hello?" I said with uncertainty.

The girl snapped her head up in surprise. She looked at me with a big, wide purple eye. I say eye because there is only one eye visible. She has the other covered with a black eye patch.

I see fear in the one visible eye.

"Umm, I'm not going to hurt you. You don't have to be afraid. And I'm sorry I startled you, it wasn't my intention. I just saw you here and wondered as to why were you crying here all alone." I said trying to make her relax a little.

The girl kept eyeing me cautiously and she did relax some of the tension in her body but not all of it. She was still on alert.

"My name is Tsunako, Sawada Tsunako. What's yours?" I asked her trying to get her to talk. Normally I be really awkward around others and I wouldn't know what to say so I avoid socializing with others all together if I could help it but she seemed really down and I always liked helping others even though I couldn't help myself most of the time. I really do enjoy it, helping others I mean and she looks like a timid, nice looking girl anyways so what harm could possibly come out of this.

"Ch-chrome Dokuro…" She replied in a shy voice.

I smiled at that.

"Well hello Chrome-san. It's nice to meet you." I added the san thinking she looked of Japanese heritage as was I.

"Now if you don't mind me asking, why were you crying?" I asked politely.

She seemed to hesitate at first but then she took one good look at me and dimmed me worthy of the truth.

"I-I can't d-do anything r-right. I'm just i-in everyone's w-way. T-they always h-have to t-take care o-of me and I-I can't do anything by m-myself." She said in a low tone as a new batch of tears made its way to her eye and down her cheek.

I stood there in shock for a few seconds. She reminded me of myself from a few years ago. I was like this as well. Crying every night in my room because of my uselessness but then I learned to live with it and mom also helped me. Writing down my feelings also helped me get rid of the bottle up and unwanted emotions.

I recovered my composure and knelt down in front of Chrome.

"Even though I don't know you, I somehow can't believe that is true. I think you're underestimating yourself Chrome-san. Everyone has something there good at. A passion. A strength that drives them forwards and you just haven't found yours yet .Also I doubt your family sees you as a nuisance." I said with confidence.

Chrome-san just looked at me with her wide purple eye, not 100% convinced.

I knew what I had to do in order to cheer her up.

I sighed. I shouldn't do this but I think she needs it and mom did always say the best way to cheer people up was by singing.

So that is exactly what I'm going to do.

I got out my cheap cell phone out of my uniform pocket and looked for the song I created with that program that's in the internet that one can use to make their own songs with instruments, saved it as a tune and downloaded it into my phone as a ringtone. I did it using my father's old computer since we can't afford a new one.

Once a found the track I was looking for, I turned back to Chrome-san.

"I normally don't do this but I'm willing to make an exception this one time for you since you look like you need it." I paused for a second. "I'm going to sing you something I never sang to anyone except my mother and I want you to listen very carefully alright?" I asked her.

She gave me a small, unsure nod.

I took a deep intake of breathe and hit play.

The music started as I closed my eyes.

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag,

Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Here I offered her my hand so she could stand up and she took it. I got up as well as I kept singing the all too familiar lyrics.

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Truth be told I was nervous, insecure and fearful as I always was when I sang in front of others that weren't my mom.

Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

Do you ever feel already buried deep?

Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing

Do you know that there's still a chance for you But as usual I got used to it and then the sudden emotion of happiness and energy that I always get while singing hit me and made me forget all the other emotions. I was now filled with a burst of confidence.

'Cause there's a spark in you?

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

Just own the night like the 4th of July

'Cause baby, you're a firework

Come on, show 'em what you're worth

Make 'em go, ahh

As you shoot across the sky

Baby, you're a firework

Come on, let your colors burst

Make 'em go, ahh

You're gonna leave 'em going, ahh

You don't have to feel like a waste of space

You're original, cannot be replaced

If you only knew what the future holds

After a hurricane comes a rainbow Now I wiped away the trails of tears from her cheek with my thumb as I smiled at her.

Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed

So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road

Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow

And when it's time, you'll know

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

Just own the night like the 4th of July

'Cause baby you're a firework

Come on, show 'em what you're worth

Make 'em go, oh

As you shoot across the sky

Baby, you're a firework

Come on, let your colors burst

Make 'em go, ahh

You're gonna leave 'em going, ahh Here I quickly went to the conference table in the middle of the room and hoped on top of it. I was filled with passion and emotions by now.

Boom, boom, boom

Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

It's always been inside of you, you, you

And now it's time to let it through

'Cause baby you're a firework

Come on, show 'em what you're worth

Make 'em go, ahh

As you shoot across the sky-y-y I got down from the table and approached Chrome-san. I grabbed her hand and spin her around to the beat of the music. I made her dance with me as I kept on singing. I noticed that she was showing a small smile now and that made me smile all the more.

Baby, you're a firework

Come on, let your colors burst

Make 'em go, ahh

You're gonna leave 'em going,ahh

Boom, boom, boom

Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

Boom, boom, boom.

Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon…

The song ended and I let go of her smiling and was happy that she smiled back even though it was a little one.

"You sing beautifully, Sawada-san." She said in her shy voice. I was going to answer her.

Then we heard clapping.

We both turned around startled by the sudden noise, thinking we were alone.

Apparently we weren't.

In the door way stood a very tall and handsome purple headed man. I recognized the hairstyle and face immediately.

It was Daemon Spade. Vongola's Mist Guardian and one of the co-founders of Vongola Studios.

"That was quite a show you put on there, Sawada. And as my little Chrome just said your voice is beautiful. Tell me have you ever considered singing professionally?" He asked with a smirk on his handsome face and a glint in his blue eyes.

To be continued…

Done with the first chapter.

Song: Firework by Katy Perry…

Let me know what you think.

Until next time,

Girl in Blue