Name: Run! It's the reality (Might change if I come up with a better name. I'm not good with titles)

Rating: T

Genre: Romance, drama, everything I come up with

Pairing: 8027 (Takeshi/Tsuna), at the beginning Takeshi/Haru

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR, just playing around

Summary: Yamamoto Takeshi had it all: a place in a baseball team, a secured future and a beautiful girlfriend. But why wasn't he happy? He started to find out when he ran into a small brunet boy who dragged him into a world brighter and full of life.

A/N: I wanted to write something with no plan, with no boundaries, with no stress involved. So yes, I'll write whatever comes to my mind, however I feel like. Even if it's drama now it might become humour much later. Who knows and that's the best about this :D I wanted to write something that doesn't have a plot or such, just for fun and this is what came out. I'll continue Living in the Color soon but I still got a lot of school work unfinished. But I've written 1/3 of it so it's not that far away from being finished. For now, I'm giving you 8027 (and pretty sure 0027 and G27, too bad I don't have other R27 fics on mind). See you guys! I'm heading out.

Ps. There won't be mafia stuff going on so Tsuna's not a heir and Yamamoto will not be his guardian.

Prologue

Yamamoto Takeshi was content with his life. He was a baseball star, he got many friends around him, he got decent enough grades when he tried and he had a pretty girlfriend. Miura Haru was an energetic 17 years old, same age as he was. She loved to make costumes and loved Takeshi to no end. She poured her feelings on the boy daily, they met every day to just hang out and make out, even went to dates regularly. Takeshi really had it all. His future was secured just like that. If he and Haru stayed together they'd one day marry and have kids. It was a safe relationship and Takeshi had never again to be afraid to be left alone.

Yet why wasn't he happy?

For many years he had wanted someone by his side, someone who could take his happy-go-lucky attitude without problems, someone that would tell him if he was an idiot and then at the end of the day cuddle together and be a happy couple they were. That was what Haru believed they were and what Takeshi wanted to believe. Yet he felt suffocated. He was a social person, alright. He liked to hang out with Haru. It was fun and she made him laugh. She understood him perfectly and they actually had things in common when they had just learnt to know each other first. And still he felt like something was missing, something wasn't right.

Every kiss they shared was good and caused some kind of reaction in Takeshi but that was it. Eventually, after 5 months the kisses, touches, had lost their spark and the kisses felt just like… kisses. Nothing more than moving his mouth against hers and noting how wet it all was. She was beautiful, like a model actually. His dad had been really happy when he'd introduced her to him, telling Takeshi he'd got quite a catch there. Even Takeshi thought so. But still even her looks didn't make kisses feel any better.

They talked about the future often even though they were just high schoolers. They talked about what they wanted to name their kids, how many of them they wanted and what kind of living environment would be ideal. They even talked about weddings since Haru was crazy about them and their future plans with careers. And the day Haru had told Takeshi that she loved him had startled him to the surface of the world harder than any of their other conversations. She was serious. She wanted all that above with him. And Takeshi didn't feel like he was ready to this yet. Something inside of him crashed against the gage that was slowly but way too fast forming around him, wanting to be free once again. He didn't want to think about what happened ten years in the future or say 'I love yous' when he didn't feel like he meant them. He was unsure of his own feelings, still just a kid and a baseball nuts while Haru knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted Takeshi and Takeshi didn't want her. Takeshi wanted to be free.

Still, it would have been stupid of him to throw away such a great chance. He got a girlfriend that was ready to do anything for him, ready to marry him when they got out of high school and were starting their adult life. But Takeshi wasn't the sharpest kid around and his motto was to live in the moment. Once, back in the middle school, he'd been so down that he'd almost commit a suicide. After deciding otherwise he'd decided not to worry too much about the future, about others and live only for himself. The present was what mattered most to him. Now that someone tried to force him to think about it seriously he got anguished. His instincts told him to run, that being alone was better than staying in a relationship he wasn't comfortable in.

In the end he found out that breaking up would be the only best choice for both of them. Haru didn't deserve someone who didn't love her as much as she loved him. But then something was stopping him. What would he explain to her? That he doesn't love her? Or that he didn't feel comfortable in the relationship? He knew that Haru was a very emotional girl and would definitely burst into tears after his revelation. She'd be so broken and Takeshi would have to be the one to do it. It felt like a murder, destroying someone else's happiness because of his own selfishness. For a while he cursed himself to even start the relationship with her but then he remembered all the good moments and memories he'd gotten while dating her. He didn't regret them but it'd still be so much easier.

Though, if he hadn't started to date Haru and started to feel those suffocating feelings, he would have never noticed other things within him. Maybe later, but not as soon as he did now. It was both a blessing and a curse. After understanding something so absurd he felt fear and then he understood. It all made sense. Why hadn't he noticed something so flagrant?

There was a reason why he didn't turn on while making out with Haru. It was quite simple reason but in a larger picture it was nothing but. The start of his changing was when he pumped into someone, a boy that he'd never talked with before but who had then helped him with picking up his scattered stuff from the floor of the school's hallways. They'd talked, for the reason unknown. Takeshi had a habit to make friends quickly with new people he'd met but usually their topics were weather, baseball or homework. This time, from the first meeting, they were talking about the future.

His name was Sawada Tsunayoshi. He had a gravity defying brown hair and chocolate brown eyes that looked up at him brightly. The brunet had seen Takeshi's posters about famous baseball teams and schools around the world that Takeshi had a dream to go to study. He wanted to be a professional player but he felt like he shouldn't follow that dream. It was crazy and childish after all. He had Haru and if he was smart, he'd settle down to a nice, small town good for their future children and become a normal business man like normally dads were.

He hated the idea and Takeshi rarely hated anything. He coped with things but now every cell inside of him fought against it.

Tsunayoshi had seem to know him, he said they'd been in the same class during their middle school years and Takeshi felt really horrible for not remembering such a sweet boy. The brunet waved it away like it was nothing, saying it was normal. He wasn't anything special. There was a hint of something in his eyes that Takeshi couldn't fathom. It felt close to the baseballer, like he knew that look but he simply passed the feeling as a confusion.

Then they'd talked about where Takeshi would like to go the most and he'd said America. They had such a good players and he'd give anything to be like one of them. Tsunayoshi'd smiled at him, blushing a little and said, "I believe Yamamoto-kun can do anything he wants". He'd been the first to say so. Even when his father had been encouraging he'd always said the family came before career. He understood his dad and thought so too but for some reason, when there was actually someone who believed in him truly, he wanted to go more than anything. Before he had even thought about thanking or simply smiling, he'd done something completely weird. He hugged the other boy. Even though Tsunayoshi hadn't said much, only a simple sentence, Takeshi knew he'd meant every word. There in front of him stood a selfless boy who didn't know Takeshi and yet he'd said with such a certainty that Takeshi had it something to be whatever he wanted. And he had never noticed him before. That was a shame because the black haired boy felt like he'd never met anyone with such pure feelings before.

He had to keep this boy.

When he drew away from the crimson faced teenager, Takeshi'd laughed feeling lighter than for a long time. No, his problems weren't gone just like that. They still remained there in the background, always present, but at that moment when he'd talked with Tsuna he'd felt all the hard questions being lifted away from his shoulders. He was really thankful for that, even if it was just for a little while.

After that they'd parted ways, Tsuna going wherever he had to go and Takeshi heading for the next class. The whole way the boy was smiling brightly, remembering the brunet. His fluffy hair. His small smile. His eyes that hid much more than Takeshi was able to read. He knew that he'd met someone who'd become really important to him and he'd keep him close, no matter what.

Something jumped in Takeshi's stomach when he remembered the words, their conversation. Then he paused when he remembered he had forgotten to ask Tsunayoshi what he wanted to do in the future. After wondering it for a while Yamamoto had shrugged and continued walking with small skips. He knew they'd meet again very soon now that he had met the brunet once and knew he went to the same school. So when they met, he'd ask about it and help the boy as much as he could because he owed that to him. He'd gladly give the boy whatever he wanted.