Hi. My name is Yamamoto Takeshi. I'm 14, weigh 63kg and am 177 cm tall. I like everyone, and would love to be friends with everyone. Squalo and Gokudera says that I'm an idiot. I think they're joking. Hahahaha, funny people.

This is my story.

It was a fine day. As usual, I was at school, with Tsuna and Gokudera and the little kid. Gokudera was joking with me again, something about "Not disturbing the Tenth with my laugh". I chuckled and patted Gokudera on his back. "Maa maa, Gokudera, it's not disturbing. Laughing is infectious, you know!"

"Baseball idiot!" Hahahaha Gokudera's so funny.

Sensei walked into class. I rushed back to my seat and took out my textbook. Sensei went straight into asking questions.

"Yamamoto! Write down the answer for question 8 on the board!" Sensei asked me.

I grinned nervously and decided to guess the answer for the question. After all, there's a 50-50 chance that I could get it right…. Right?

Out of the blue, while I was walking to the board, my legs collapsed. My head banged onto one of the nearby tables and I fell to the ground, slowly becoming unconscious.

"Yamamoto! Yamamoto!" was all I heard before everything went black.

"Mmmhhmm?" I groaned as I woke up. It was cold. Sterile. White, faded walls. I was at a hospital.

"I told you! But noooo, you didn't believe me. Look what's happened!"

That voice. It can't be.

Mother.

I haven't seen her for like, forever.

"Shhh! Takeshi might hear you!" Pops said in a shushed voice.

"He's unconscious, for goodness sake!" Mother shouted. "I told you this might happen!" A part of me wanted to scream "What's going on?" but another part of me told me to be silent and listen to their conversation.

"Shut up! It's better than having no son!" Huh?

"Please lower your volumes!" A nurse?

"YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME ABORT HIM. THEN THERE WON'T BE ANYTHING TO WORRY!"

Oh. My. Fucking. Goodness.

I felt the whole world crashing down on me. I was supposed to be… aborted?

SLAP.

I heard the sound of flesh and flesh smacking, and heard Pops shout, in a hushed voice, "Shut up woman, and get the hell away." The sound of footsteps became softer and softer, and the door slammed open.

I stared at Pops with shocked eyes, and he looked at me, frightened. "You… Heard what we said just now?" I nodded my head slowly, my eyes never leaving his. He gulped, and took a chair to sit beside me.

I realised that my legs and head were all bandaged up. "What… happened to me…?" He turned, not looking into my eyes. "Ohh, you know, you fell and banged your head." His voice was shaky.

"No…? My legs collapsed. I didn't fall! What's going on? It sounded much complicated than that from the way the both of you quarrelled!" I protested, trying to sit up.

"Stop! Okay okay, you win. I'll tell you. You're diagnosed with Polio. However your case is special. You had it since you were a foetus, but it wasn't active. The doctors suggested aborting you since you were a 'defect' or so they called it. I protested, and your mother was furious with me. Now, it seems like the virus is active huh.."

That's it. The end of my life.

CLIFF! . Use your lovely imagination how you want the ending to be! :D