Just suddenly came up while I was reading Negima. Ok, I have a pretty broad vocab knowledge but it's not like me to use it. :P Anyways, I came across enigma. And there came the idea. At first I wasn't sure what I would put enigma into.

So I just went with the one I was familiar with. Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

The character the perspective on is Tsuna (20 years old. For a reason… :D)

I'm sorry, but I realised that pairings and the story line will clash, so for those who suggested any pairings... I'm really sorry! :(

Just saying all this is just the idea comes and is instantly put on the paper.

I am an enigma. I don't have any feeling towards anything. I'm the average student in school, never join clubs, doesn't draw attention to oneself and doesn't have any friends. I do ok in university, getting a mark over average in everything but not enough to be recognised.

No one understands me. I don't have parents who care about me and no siblings. I don't have anyone to rely on, trust nor even talk to.

I'd walk around all day do nothing. I found no purpose for myself. I'd rather be off dead. Considering death, I wondered if I had been reincarnated. Maybe I was somebody in my past life. I would rather be that person than who I am.

I research reincarnation and then reversing reincarnation. Would there be anything useful? It was impossible. For me, everything was and wasn't at the same time. Yes I was an enigma. Someone who is a nobody and mysterious except can never be understood. I was like a book sealed forever, no one able to read it.

I want to be read, but it just wasn't possible. There were times people were close, but I just shut them up as soon as they got close, like a repellent. I don't hate them for it. I was known as the guy who never smiled. I remembered the times in high school. There were some great friends. But they eventually went off living their own life in Italy.

There were some gaps in my memory, but it wasn't like I would remember. It was between the time I was with my friends to the time I turned 18. Two years ago…

I look up at the sky. Space. Infinite space. Places where we have never discovered. I think about nightmares and dreams. I want to think that a nightmare is a pain or death another 'me' has gone through somewhere out there and a dream is something another 'me' has accomplished something in their life. All I wanted was harmony. I don't want people to die.

However I would just stay the same. If those other 'me's knew about me, then they'd never get any dreams or nightmares. I was no one, someone who had no goals in life and has only suffered degrees of emotional pain that I've overcome. I guess I was jealous to have people to feel comfortable around them. I was angry at myself at the same time.

I was going back home, just a place I live alone, when I found the thing that could change me, a chance to have company- a pet. I looked at the little green chameleon. It did have an owner I guess, since it refused to come with me.

But it didn't look like the owner was around. But after looking at the empty space behind me, it came with me. I feed it some of the half eaten lunch I had and start to walk to my apartment.

I enter the elevator that would go to the top of the 100 story high apartment and press the 100 button. I glance at the lizard as it always moved around on my arm. As soon as the elevator doors opened, the lizard crawled up my arm and made itself comfortable on my shoulder.

All it was on the 100th floor was a door. I fumble around to get my keys and ID card. I slide the card through the slot and unlock the door with the key after scanning my thumb print.

So much for security. No body dared to break into the apartment building. Once caught, you'd be put into prison without question. I lived at the penthouse, being a secret billionaire was hard. But hey, I guess life was easy without letting myself break without having company of friends, not that I have one.

I put down my bag and take off my coat. The lizard looked at me willingly as if it wanted some more food. I put down my bento as it came towards and ate happily. I take a long bath wondering about the world.

Was I supposed to be a living being? Humans have purpose to live. I don't. Humans enjoy and hate things. I don't enjoy nor hate things. I guess I do have hobbies. But they are things that if I left them alone, then I would actually never enjoy life again.

I looked at the digital clock that I purposely put in the bathroom. It had already been half an hour since I entered the bath. I dress quickly and return to the lizard.

"Sorry little guy. My mind drifts off a bit," I say. What was I doing? You're supposed to speak to humans not to animals that can't even speak your own language.

"Ugh what am I doing? What do chameleons eat?" I ask. No reply. But I look at the bento. A quarter of what was left was eaten. At least chameleons eat rice and lettuce. I open the fridge door.

"Anything else?" I ask it. It looks in the fridge. It scans its eyes around the fridge. All it does is flicker its tongue in the direction of the apples. I take out the apple and slice it thinly so the chameleon can eat it.

I watched it eat. I found it fascinating that the strange creature could even eat. The mouth seemed pretty small. I fix myself with some ramen. After finishing, I look at the creature who had just finished its meal.

"Holy crap-"

The chameleon was glowing and it turned into some sort of gloop and reshaped into a green and black gun.

Some words hung above the gun.

Don't you want to just disappear from this world?

Yes. I don't know…

Don't you remember anything, Baka-Tsuna?

What the hell was it talking about? I haven't been called- baka-Tsuna? I-I-I have been called that before? Then how come I don't remember?

You don't have a purpose living this life. Don't regret anything.

Regret? What did it mean? Maybe I could be someone new if I die. Maybe I could just die. Be reborn.

Shaking, I pick the gun, chameleon whatever it was now. So what if I die? I won't regret it because it wouldn't be that there would be anyone to miss me.

I take a deep sigh. I look at the orange bullet. It had a 'M' engraved in it. Maybe 'm' for miracles. Does it matter now?

I look at my surroundings. I've lived long enough to know that I had no purpose. At that moment, I didn't care about anyone. Was I feeling nostalgia? No, the complete opposite of that. I have no regrets.

I point the gun at my forehead. And pull the trigger.

NO. This is not a one shot! If it was then this story go bleugh! :D

Give me feedback. I think I like this story. It's sort of reflecting me, but never mind!

Bye Bii~! –Zaira Swift. :P