Just gonna throw these stories out in the open. Same thing as the Incursion of Namimori High School, it might not be continued unless there is major demand.

I've been watching dramas recently and one of them was 1 Litre of Tears about a girl with this incurable disease. This story is based around this disease that the girl has in 1LoT.

Arco27. Fem27. All27. I did a bit of research of the disease, but I might add some things. You can't expect a 13 and a half year old to understand neurology.

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR.

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Sometimes, people don't notice when you're gone. By the time that person is gone, everyone starts to notice that person, but it would already be too late. This story is about a girl who has done absolutely nothing wrong to deserve what she has now. For this story, there is no hope for this girl. Death or permanent immobility is inevitable.

Remember, these things happen and no one can be blamed for it. Even through all the smiles and hard times I've gone through, I can't bear to have anyone to involve themselves with me. That is why, love is something I absolutely cannot have.

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"Do you know what you have?" The doctor, his name was Shamal, merely smiled grimly.

"It is SCA or Spinocerebellar Ataxia," he said, "Even with my method of… medication, I can't cure it. The gene mutation you have it entirely different to the ones that had been discovered. Even if we were to do any research on this gene you have, by the time that happens it may already be too late."

"Okay." The doctor snapped his head to the girl. The patients who had been affected by the disease had never understood it and accepted it. Anyways, the majority of patients were already past the stage of adulthood. The younger ones diagnosed with it from ages 10 and younger were completely against it.

Although the burden was heavy, it is one of the cases where once it's there it'll just be there forever. This disease has a few main signs. First, there is difficulty of walking, constant tripping, not being able react fast enough, not being able to guess the distance, loss of senses and hand movement. Even if this was just the beginning, it would result complete inability for the body to move to the brain's commands.

"How much longer do I have then?" she asked. The doctor sighed.

"With the speed this is going, the most you'll have is probably 9 years." It was a futile effort for the girl to even try any methods of making the progression slower, but rehab was always an option.

"Even if I take rehabilitation, it's still not gonna help, eh?" said the girl as she sighed with a smile.

"I've been meaning to ask… but what about your parents?"

"Ah. My mum's missing and my dad doesn't even exist," she said as it was no big deal, "I've been doing well by myself for a year."

"You're only 13!"

"So what? Everyone doesn't care about me so I'm okay with that! If they don't care about me, then they won't miss me or anything when I pass away," she said.

"You, missy, your death isn't something you should take lightly. You won't even be able to survive a year without someone to shoulder your burden mentally!" he exclaimed. Taken aback, the girl only stared wide eyed at the doctor. When the doctor finally calmed down, he sat in a more peaceful position.

"Until we can do something about it, I want you to take as much pressure off your body. When you're sleeping, switch with a lower pillow, but it must still be able to support your head. When you're eating, try to use forks or spoons. Avoid anything that can do any harm to you. When you're at school, tell someone that you really trust about this to help you. It's best if it's your classmate or your teacher," he said.

"Fine," she said. The doctor's gaze went to her lap where she was writing them down.

"Don't bother writing that down, I'll write it down for you," he said, "if you really want to write, keep a diary or some book you can write in to write down all the feelings you have about this, so you don't need to be so stressed. We recommend this amongst the younger patients."

There was a moment's silence, only to be followed by Shamal giving the girl the paper about what to and no to do.

"Thank you, Shamal-san," she said bowing and then left the room. The doctor shook his head.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi right? Strange name," he said and then looking at her files. "Namimori Middle, eh?"

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"Who are you?" asked the girl. Since leaving the hospital, there had been someone following her. Although her bodily functions may not work, she knew she had some sort of intuition.

"Interesting," said a man as he came into view. "My name is Kawahira, and you are Tsunayoshi, correct?"

She nodded slowly.

"Well, about the SCA you have, there is a way to partially hinder the effects," he said then producing something from his pocket.

"I don't need it. I'd rather live peacefully then let my life be affected by some stranger," she said, turning around. She took a few steps before she stumbled and fell forward to be caught by Kawahira.

"Are you sure? All the kids will still call you Dame for tripping all the time, although it's not your fault, and then they would mock you for not being able to do a test because you can't write properly and-"

"SHUT UP! Okay! What is it?" she said, tears at the edge of her eyes.

"Ah I knew it, just holding it all back right?" This earned a glare from her which in return he smirked. "This is the Arcobaleno pacifier."

"Pacifier?"

"I know, it's not what you're thinking. But although this may hinder the process of SCA, it will decrease the remaining time to 7 years," he explained.

"Fine, the shorter the better," she said, taking the pacifier. It glowed brightly when she held it. It shrunk in size and became an orange gem looking like a pacifier. Kawahira gave her a thin metal chain called a Mammon Chain or something and told her to use it as a necklace with the pacifier.

"Ah-ah, there's also a catch," he said as she was about to leave again.

"Of course there is," she said pouting slightly. The man chuckled.

"Well, do you know anything about flames and the mafia?" he asked.

"No."

"Why not we take a walk? I'll support you if you're gonna fall," he said holding out his arm for her to use it as support.

There wasn't anywhere she needed to rush to so why not? Anyways this mafia and flames sounded interesting.

"Fine…"

Kawahira smirked. "Let's go then!"

And that was how it started. My story about the process of my disease and the start about love.

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Lol, actually I might continue this. It seems more promising than the Incursion of Namimori High School…

I don't know how old Kawahira is physically but I assume he's like in a 20 year old body like all the Arcobaleno in their adult forms. He'll be a mentor for Tsuna, and not a lover, unless you wish for it.

Who knows? Thanks for reading!