Because I haven't been in it the past few weeks, I decided the best thing to do is to get some ideas down and get back used to typing again. I'm slowly progressing through Graffiti Target and I've been pretty stressed and depressed recently despite my life that is running smoothly.

This story, The Rich, Useless Nobody (RUN) is pretty much based off an original plot I had in late August last year. Enjoy.

WARNING: fem27 because I like it. All27 because I enjoy reverse harems for Tsuna.

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR.

… (The break lines don't work…)

Namimori Academy is where all the rich and known youngsters gather. The age group ranges from the young pre-schoolers of 4 all the way to those in their last year of high school- 18/19. It holds the highest rank in all schools of the country and probably the world. Sure, it's rich and all, but it is mainly populated by children of the mafia, idols and large companies or organisations. So the majority of the school contains delinquents, Mafioso, models, singers, actors and authors/artists and there is one normal student… almost normal…

Upon entering this student was instantly either hated or loved by the students and staff. She was the first normal student and had no prominent talent although she would have a great chance of being in the modelling industry. Despite being constantly surrounded by friends and admirers, she was bullied behind the scenes and put in situations no person should be in.

"H-hello, my name is Sawada Tsunami. Nice to meet you, I'm an entrant… Please take care of me," she introduced as she bowed towards the class of highly esteemed students. There were murmurs of delight of having a new student, some gossip about a mere normal person entering their school, compliments on her looks and so on. She was small in stature and had slight curves. It was possible for her to be a really girly boy, but known as a female, she was always seen as a girl. She wore glass covering half her face which also magnified her already large chocolate doe eyes and her uniform was slightly larger giving the 'kawaii' feel.

"Now class settle down and let Sawada-san have a nice first day. We'll be starting class now and you may sit where you want," said the teacher smiling warmly at the new female student. She nodded and instantly went to the seat next to the window. Some of the boys thought that it was very typical for a cute nerdy girl like her and were all blushing. The girls thought of Tsunami as a younger sister or a junior and set on making friends with her. Other girls or boys were either busy focusing on class, being jealous or ignoring everyone.

Noticing all the stares from her class, Tsunami sunk lower into her seat and focused on the outside, longing to be outside and free and doing what she was best at. She mentally slapped herself and told herself to try and focus on class and try being 'a little someone' rather than the useless nobody she was.

The day passed peacefully and she was bombarded with questions about how she got in, what she liked, her hobbies and general questions. Instead of finding the questioning uncomfortable, she was more discomforted by how orderly everyone was, especially for those extremely rich. She was told that her class was far more casual than all the other classes she felt grateful. Classes were all before lunch and additional classes are chosen for those who wish to focus on different areas beside the compulsory subjects. After lunch and when they finally left her alone, she headed towards the stairs which required her to look at her map at all times and then shyly ask for directions. Even with her uniform she would have been easily mistaken as a junior in middle school but she was a 1st year in high school.

Finally finding the stairs, she went up to the roof and opened the door while poking her head through the crack hoping no one was there. Listening the the gentle wind and silence she presumed it empty and entered the roof. The large roof was like a large balcony and it was covered in some areas in case of any outdoor events that were held on the roof.

Looking around she found a nice undercover area which also had seats and tables. Walking up to them, she placed her bag on the table and seated herself while pulling out small books mistaken for note books and then a few pens and began to write smoothly in the books. One of her secrets was that she had hidden herself as an ordinary person to hide herself as the number one author internationally. She didn't like being judged by what she did and rather like people who liked her as a fellow human.

She didn't like the company of males since they could do certain things which she disliked. Because of that, she took self-defence classes from a variety of different people. Though each sensei she had told her how extremely naïve she was, she failed to notice that fact and carried life as she did. In the past, she was commonly bullied for her weak demeanour and her very attention attracting being. She was named "Dame" or useless and many other females were jealous of her and tried dirtying the angel by calling the help of males. And the rest you can figure out. Saved before anything happened by one of her sensei-s, she started taking self-defence lessons in different ways in order to change that useless part of herself. But now, she wasn't sure whether it had helped or worsen her uselessness.

Shaking her head, she returned back to writing not noticing the menacing presence that appeared behind her.

"Herbivore…"

Freezing her entire body she shakily turned around to meet with a sleep ridden student who was one year her senior.

"H-h-hai?" she answered scared.

With the mere glare she 'eeep-ed' and in a flurry everything was packed and she instantly fled with tears in her eyes.

The person who was simply angry since the constant scribble of paper had woken him up stood there for a few moments then able to comprehend was happened. He slumped his shoulders thinking that he'd find the herbivore in due time and decided to go back to sleep when he spotted a folded piece of paper under the table.

Bending down and reaching under the table, he picked up the paper and opened it up. Finding random sentences placed randomly on the paper as if it was a page of different ideas. The page was dated and a word sat in the corner of the page making him smirk.

"RUN eh?"

…

Because of that one person, she had already fled to the streets and started to return home and calm down. She took public transport- the train and bus- and soon arrived at her small home. It was amongst many other similar homes of the suburban area and she was the only resident in the house.

Sighing inwardly, she entered the house and took off her shoes. Clambering up the stairs, she made her way to her bedroom and placed her bag and then going back downstairs to cook up her dinner. One of the perks of living alone was that cooking becomes a great stress reliever especially when you have to make your own meal every day when you weren't out. Her dinner complied of rice, vegetables, some fish and meat. Quickly finishing it she took a shower and changed into casual clothing consisting of loose shorts and a worn t-shirt. Tying back her long brown hair, she pulled out her notes from class and then the homework finishing them in a flurry because of her old teacher's eccentric teaching methods. Checking the work, she figured it would be mostly correct and she set some of her writing books on the table.

Flicking through the numerous pages, she found the page that she tucked into the book was gone. Panicking, since it contained all the ideas she had thought up that day in order to place into the current novel she was writing. - I panic when I lose stuff too… Tis not good for your heart…

She thought through her day and was instantly petrified when she thought of that encounter with that scary person who called her an herbivore. I mean who calls people an herbivore?

Sitting there for a few minutes in silent terror, she knew that she would have to find that person to get the sheet of paper. Usually she writes things down because she knows that she would forget about them if she didn't write them down. There was also the other factor that she put her pen name/pseudonym on the paper. How she got the name was pretty embarrassing to her. (The omake will explain how she got the pen name: RUN, it is soon. One more paragraph…)

Packing everything away for the following day, she readied herself to sleep. After a glass of milk, because it's refreshing (and it's calcium but she doesn't want to admit that), she climbed into bed and waited for the next day to come.

Omake- How RUN became Tsunami's pen name…

A few years back, Tsunami was constantly bullied in middle school and was often caught up in certain circumstances. One of them had caused her to cut off her hair, so at that time she had short boy like hair.

Even with all these events that happen to her, she continues to write in secret until one day. Sometimes she would often hear some of the other students talking about some of her novels that she self-produced but would only feel sadder that they were often based off her experiences with bullying and being isolated by people. It wasn't her time yet. She had a feeling she just needed a few more years and it would change. High school, perhaps, would do.

A passing person, clothed in an expensive suit and fedora (we all know who he is) happened to stumble across the tiny girl who looked at her drenched bag with sad eyes.

Mistaken for a boy, the man was unsure since the eyes that looked so forlorn and sad made the boy look unnervingly cute. Shaking all thoughts from his mind, the man initially turned away and walked off to continue what he was doing, but instantly thought of the crying 'boy' when he had completed his job. Without thinking, he was already back to where he met the boy who was still there however just sitting on the ground.

"What happened?" asked the man, before he could comprehend what he was doing. The number one hitman in the world was helping some measly kid, who most likely was being bullied.

"My work has been ruined!" the 'boy' cried. Why would someone be so distraught about work? Raising an eye, the hitman pursued.

"Why would you be worried about work? It's a one off thing, isn't it?" he asked. For the first time, he should have face palmed. Bullying isn't a one-time thing.

"No it's not, but this time it really matters!" 'he' was already crying and the high pitch voice hardly belonged to a boy. The small petite arms should have given it away as they rubbed away the tears that started to form in her eyes.

"And why's that?"

"It took me HALF A YEAR's work!"

What work is this? Thought the hitman.

"And someone just comes along and dumps everything away without looking inside. Maybe it's my fault for not being careful enough. But the deadline was so soon so I couldn't help it," ranted on the girl. She mumbled something that he wasn't supposed to listen to but he heard it anyways.

"The Vongola's gonna kill me…"

Surprised that Vongola's name would make it to this certainly innocent and very naïve looking child, he started to sift through all allies of the Vongola and any external relations until he caught onto one, exactly half a year ago.

"Oh? So you're that author…" he said out loud.

"Y-You're a part of the Vongola?" she asked staring at him. "PLEASE DON'T TELL THE BOSS THAT I LOST ALL THE WRITING!"

"I'm technically one of his very trusted men, so what should I do?" asked the hitman sadistically. "So who are you?"

"I-I…"

"Tell me," repeated the hitman.

"I'M RUNNING AWAY!" she said as she sped off down the street leaving everything behind since they were no longer needed or able to be recovered.

Despite shouting that out, all Reborn could hear was "I'm Run." So she stuck with it, especially when she met him again but him a torturer, *cough* I mean teacher and she a victim *kem* student. But that's a story for another time.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

If you're waiting on other stories, they'll come around some time. I'm not sure when, but HOPEFULLY soon…

Zaira Swift.