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SUMMARY: Usagi Tsukino has been sick for quite a while and now she only has a few months to live. What'll she tell everyone when the symptoms start to kick in? When she can't deny the fact that she is dying anymore?
CHAPTER FOUR: NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS
The night air was thick and hot but for Usagi Tsukino, who was under her warm duvet, the night was cold and icy. Without waking up, she murmured some little things that were said during the day. The stress was getting to her and her friends made it so obvious that they still a little mad that she didn't tell them at once.
Her problems were building up and kept growing and growing. The newest problem? Her usual Saturday night date with Mamoru. He would surely find out about her HFD cancer then because he was studying to be a doctor and knew almost all the sicknesses there were to find.
"Mamo . . . no," Usagi whispered.
She was thinking about the gazillion outcomes that night could have (mostly the negative ones). Basically – it wasn't a very pleasant night for Usagi but worst than Sat. night (which Usagi didn't know) would be the next day.
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"Ohayo (Author's Note: Good Morning in Japanese)!" Usagi yelled cheerfully to Makoto, who was rounding the corner to meet with the others to go to the arcade.
"Usagi! Don't work yourself so hard, you're going to trip!" Makoto's eyes widened as she caught Usagi in midair.
"Geez, its okay if I fall Makoto. I'm not a china doll," Usagi rolled her eyes and walked ahead of Makoto.
"Sorry," Makoto sighed, "but I'm not used to having a dying friend."
"Well get used to it," Usagi quickly walked into the arcade in her usual cheery mood.
I really admire her for acting like nothing is happening, Makoto thought. How could Usagi be so carefree when she was slowly dying? Makoto just shrugged the thought off and walked into the arcade behind Usagi. The two of them sat at their usual table while waiting for the others.
"So, Usagi, tell me more about your HFD," Makoto said nonchalantly.
"Shh… not so loud!" Usagi freaked out and was bug-eyed as she glanced around to see if anyone heard her. When she saw that no one had heard, she calmed down and sat down again in a cool manner.
"No one knows that your disease means Hallie's Final Disease, Usa!" Makoto said plainly.
"Who has HFD?" a familiar voice asked.
Usagi let out a groan and felt sick when she recognized the voice. The same voice that comforted her when she was sad and the same voice that used to be against her.
"Hey, kitten, Makoto," Haruka Tenoh stood over the two's table looked at Usagi suspiciously. "What're you two talking about? HFD?"
"Yeah . . . HFD . . . Have – fun . . . d-day!" Usagi sputtered out.
"Just tell her!" Makoto whispered quietly.
Usagi glared angrily at Makoto. Now she would have to tell Haruka the truth. Why did Haruka have to be so sneaky and quiet? And why did she have to be a human lie detector!
"I think I need to get some air . . . HFTH!" Usagi smiled.
"Huh?" Makoto looked panicked as she saw Usagi stand up to leave.
"Have Fun Telling Her," Usagi whispered into Makoto's ears.
"But it's your di–"
"And who do you think she found out from?" Usagi smiled. "See you later Haruka!" Usagi walked out of the arcade quickly and mentally punched herself for not having the guts to tell Haruka.
"Coward … I hate you for being so scared," Usagi talked to herself.
She turned around when she suddenly saw Michiru, Hotaru, and Setsuna all walking toward the arcade. Obviously Haruka had called them. Panicking, Usagi quickly hid behind three garbage cans (gagging at the disgusting smell).
"What did Haruka tell you?" Setsuna asked.
"Something about Usagi. She sounded very tense though," Michiru said worriedly.
Makoto told her already? She is a miracle worker, Usagi smiled. She felt so bad, though, for abandoning her poor friend when she should have been taking responsibility for her condition. After she saw Michiru and the others walk into the arcade, she quickly followed.
" – NO I DON'T BELIEVE IT! WHY WOULD I BELIEVE THAT –" Usagi winced as she heard Haruka screaming. (Just to be clear: Usagi is outside of the arcade and Haruka is inside).
"H-Haruka, calm down!" Usagi quickly ran in there and tried to calm down her friend.
"Usagi . . . it isn't true, is it?" Michiru asked, teary eyed. "I mean, Makoto only told us little but we know enough. Its now true . . . right?"
"I-I'm sorry everyone!" Usagi broke down crying.
"I can't believe this. I WON'T BELIEVE THIS!" Haruka smashed her fist into the table, making Usagi jump and start hyperventilating again.
Suddenly, everyone forgot about what they were so worked up about and tried to help Usagi. Of course they looked very weird to the public. Six girls: most of them crying, one of them angry, one feeling scared, a couple of them feeling left out, and one hyperventilating. How much weirder can it get?
"I've got to go," Usagi said when she felt better.
She stood up but was dragged back down by Haruka, "Oh no you don't Usagi! You've got a lot of explaining to do, you know!"
"I'll explain later and – and I'm sorry!" with that said, Usagi quickly ran out of the arcade and went home.
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"Usagi, where have you been?" Luna, Usagi's cat and advisor, said worriedly, "Your date with Mamoru is in less than an hour!"
"Our dates are always on Saturdays Luna and in case you haven't noticed, today is –" Usagi flipped through the calendar and groaned, "Saturday."
"Yes, so get ready," Luna told Usagi, before she settled down for a catnap.
"Oh my gosh, no I-I can't face him!" Usagi's lips started quivering.
There was no way in one hundred years that she would go to the date. She would fake sick – eat poisoned vegetables to get sick – break her leg . . .
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At the restaurant, Usagi and Mamoru were led to a table by a very annoying host who kept checking out Mamoru. Usagi glared daggers at her and the host backed away after she quickly gave them their menus.
"So, what do you want to order, Odango Otama?" Mamoru used Usagi's 'hated' nickname affectionately.
"Never call me that again, ever!" Usagi said threateningly.
"Or what?" Mamoru leaned in, daring Usagi to do the same.
"Or I'll break up with you," Usagi grinned.
"Oh, you would never do," Mamoru laughed.
"You're right," Usagi agreed, "but my dad has no problem with us breaking up and he would glady do it for his darling angel."
Suddenly Mamoru looked scared. He said, in a hushed voice, "He'd break more than that, Usagi."
"Haha, you loser!" Usagi joked.
The two returned to the menu to look at the dishes and everything when Usagi unexpectedly felt as if someone had kicked her head and her heart. Voices were forming in her head. The same voices that talked to her every once in a while. They were evil voices and confused Usagi so much.
"Hello, Princess Serenity," the harsh and coarse sounding voice cackled. "Didn't know I'd be back, huh?"
Usagi dropped everything she was holding and clutched her head.
"Usagi?" Mamoru jerked his chair back immediately and walked over to Usagi with concern.
"Oh, I'd doubt you want to let Mamoru touch you. I might just have to finish him off them," the evil voice hissed.
Before Mamoru could lay hands on his girlfriend, she pulled away from his touch. Suddenly, immense pain started seizing her body as the voices in her head cackled loudly, laughing at how funny it was that she was being tortured.
"USAGI!" Mamoru screamed.
Usagi was now having a seizure on the ground! She was twitching every which way and her eyes were shut tight. Tears were streaming down her face and Mamoru felt his heart breaking as he saw his girlfriend and future wife in so much pain.
"CALL 911 RIGHT NOW!" Mamoru barked at the frightened onlookers.
About ten people whipped out their cell phones and called 911 as Mamoru held Usagi, who was still convulsing.
"I-I don't w-wanna d-die! GO AWAY! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! AGH!" Usagi cried, frightening Mamoru. "I DON'T WANT HFD!"
Suddenly Mamoru felt his world crashing down. Usagi had HFD? It couldn't be . . . could it? Maybe she was just saying random things because she obviously was not in her right state of mind right now.
"What did you say Usagi?" Mamoru asked.
"HFD . . . why do I have it? . . . GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Usagi shuddered, she sounded like a frightened little girl, and she suddenly stopped jolting and lay still in Mamoru's arms, her breath shallow and shaky.
"GET HER A DOCTOR NOW!" Mamoru heard himself shouting but on the inside he was dying.
No… no… NO! Mamoru kept thinking to himself. He wouldn't let his precious Usa die! Never in a million years because she had to stay alive!
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Author's Note: Whoops, worst chapter update! Well, I think so and I wouldn't blame you if you thought so either. I have major writer's block at this point because it seems that it doesn't want me to continue . . . agh! So hard! Anyone want to give me suggestions on what should happen next? Thanks!