A/N: 3 chapters left... this, Chapter 7, and Epilogue. SO THE STORY IS NOT OVER YET! Stay tuned!

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Credits: I DO NOT OWN SAILOR MOON! But the story is all a creation of my mind!

Summery: Tsukino Usagi, already facing a brutal life of an orphanage, now has to help Chiba Mamoru with his hate for life by attempting to be his friend and helping him see the wonders of love. All this proves to harden when she is a targeted with a sickness she would not reveal to anyone but the doctors. With her life-line reducing dramatically, how can she keep the promise she made to her new friend and herself when death could just as well be around the corner?

To Teach Him To Love

Chapter 6

"You know what?" Mamoru asked, breaking the sudden silence in the small hospital room.

"What?" I asked, grim.

"I'm going to hang out with you as much as I possibly can. They're going to have to get twenty of the strongest man in the whole world to come here and pull me away from you."

I tilted my head. "Oh, really…"

He nodded.

"But what if they served chocolate ice cream downstairs in the cafeteria?"

That did it. We both burst out laughing.

I knew, and Mamoru knew that I knew, that chocolate was his most favorite food in the whole world.

"I'd run off."

I stuck my lip out in a pout. "Oh, so that's how it is? You love me so much that nothing can make you run away from me in my time of need – except for chocolate ice cream."

He nodded. "Yes, that's how it is."

He stared at each other, unmoving, until finally neither of us could stand the silence. We burst into a fit of laughter.

"You know," Mamoru said between hiccups of laughter, "I went into your room and took your diary out. I thought you'd need it. Don't look at me like that! I know you write in it every day."

I pursed my lips. "How do you know that?"

"I know that because I'm an excellent spy!"

"Yea," I muttered, "right."

His eyes widened innocently. At that, I had to laugh.

I poked him in the cheek lightly, "So, where is it?"

"It's in my pocket."

"How do you fit a diary in a pocket?"

"You do it very, very carefully." He whispered.

I pursed my lips. "So…? Can I have it?"

"Sure."

He reached down into his pocket and –sure enough – there was my diary.

"How did you..?"

"I already told you – very, very carefully."

I raised both of my eyebrows, but decided I did not want to know. I took the diary gratefully and put it on my stomach. "Want to hear my life story?"

"Sure."

I opened my diary and began to read to him. This was the diary I had lost when I turned eight, and found when I was looking through my boxes at age thirteen, so the only years I've written in there was when I was seven, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, and now. It was a fairly huge book… one thousand five hundred pages – I had once counted when I was bored.

In my diary, I had written a lot of ridiculous things that I now wish I hadn't. They were… silly, but funny.

"You know," Mamoru stated when I read to him about the time I had decided to bake a cake and blew up the kitchen in smoke, "I don't think that I'm going to trust you in the kitchen… ever."

I nodded.

There was a lot of laughter in my room, and this one little –well, big – book had let me – us – forget about my soon-to-be death.

Eventually, Mamoru was told that visiting hours were coming to an end, so he had to leave. But he returned the very next day and snuck me in some vanilla ice cream which we both devoured together.

He kept on visiting. One day, about thirteen days after the news, he said something that I would never in my life forget… no, never in my existence forget.

We were just sitting –well, I was lying – around in my hospital room, as usual. I had convinced Mamoru to have a thumb war, and we were moving my hand that was free of wires everywhere, both of us trying to win. I laughed when Mamoru pulled his thumb back, trying to reach it with my smaller thumb.

Mamoru then put his thumb down, crushing mine underneath. He slowly – and when I say slowly, I mean slowly – began to count to ten.

I pulled and tugged, but to no veil. Mamoru won hands down.

I examined my thumb, bending it. "Fiddle sticks," I muttered.

Mamoru laughed. "Well, that's what you get for battling with a thumb-war master."

I smiled up at Mamoru, who was staring warmly at my face. I reached up with my hand and applied it to his cheek, caressing it. Mamoru responded by putting his own hand on mine. The machine attatched to my heart exhilirated, beeping wildly.

"You know," he suddenly said, his eyes widening, "I don't think I can live without you."

I frowned. "Yes, you can. I know you can."

"No… I don't think I can."

"Mamoru… I don't even want you to think that ever again!"

"Oh, I won't. Because after you're gone I'm-"

"Don't!" I interrupted. My eyes bore into his, glaring, "I don't want you to ever, ever do anything like that!"

"What am I supposed to do, then?"

"Live. For me… Mamoru, I will never have a chance to get married or turn seventeen, eighteen, or even one hundred; I will never be able to skate; I will never have parents closer than Mr. and Mrs. Wayne – their only my caregivers but the closest thing anyone in the orphanage has to parents; and I will never be able to get out of this hospital ever again. But you can do all those things. Please… Promise to live; for me… Promise to live your life to its fullest, to find someone you truly love… to find someone you will be able to marry and have a family with. Promise me to not let my death…" I gasped when I noticed Mamoru's hands shake. "What's wrong?"

"Usagi… You have no idea what you're saying," he replied, laughing bitterly. "I could never, ever find someone I'd love more than you. You are the person I truly love."

I smiled. "I truly love you, too… but I know that you would be able to find someone… someone who you would be fated to be with."

Mamoru sighed. "I am fated to be with you."

I pinched his cheek with the hand that was still resting there.

"Ow!" he said, surprised.

"You can be fated to be with many people." I said matter-of-factly.

"No you-"

My glare cut off whatever it was that he was about to say. "Mamoru… promise me, even if you do not intend to keep that promise, that you would go and find another love of your life."

His face was stiff, but I knew he would not try to argue. He knew what that did to me. "Fine…"

Other than that, all of my memories with him were blissful. He would occasionally peck me…but he never kissed me like that morning oh so long ago again. He was afraid that it would hurt me.

I once decided to tell him, though, about my theory.

I had told him that no couple has an I-would-die-for-my-true-love existence, because that would hurt that person too much. It would be even more painful than death. The biggest present, other than taking his or her own life for that person, that a lover could give was to live.

Mamoru couldn't agree with me more.

So, as you can see, I am a very, very selfish person.

That was my life story – well, with Mamoru, anyhow. I don't think I had a life before Mamoru so…

Well, I better finish off with what I had wanted to say. Mamoru should be here soon.

Mamoru, I love you. I had never loved a person more than I love you. I don't want you to do anything bad to yourself when I leave. I realize now that if I had gone to get help when my body was weak in the first place, I would not have cost you this much pain. They would have done the surgery and I would still be a healthy horse. We could have been so happy together… so, so happy.

But this is life. No one lives forever, no matter how much they'd love to do so, so I am going to part with you on a good note. This letter is meant for you, and only you, to read. These words are only for your eyes. These feelings… They are not for anyone else to take. If you lose this letter one day, I do not mind, as long as you read it and understood why I try so hard all the time to hang on for dear life…

I wish that I could have lived my life to its fullest, but I was a fool. I only realized what living really was when I met you. For that, I say thank-you.

I really hope you do not make the same mistakes in life like I did. Even when you are only sick, I beg you to seek help immediately. Love your life – it's the only one you will ever have – well, maybe, I don't know that much about reincarnation or anything of that sort. I'm not sure if there would be a reincarnation for us…

So… that's it, I guess.

I do not know how long I have left to live, but I doubt it's going to be more than five days.

Once again, I say thank you, Mamoru Chiba, for saving a fool like me from living the wrong way. I only hope a miracle would rescue your broken heart when I'm gone like you have saved mine….

Love with all of my heart,

Usagi...

TBC

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