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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
Epilogue
Two years have passed since the shield of my loved one died. I had not felt Usako's presence yet, but I was not about to give up hope.
I was adopted by Ken and Irene. They said they wanted to keep someone who understood Usako better than them, and they didn't want me to give up the daily praying - for my own sanity, of course. Every day I would tell the same story to them I had told one thousand times about her. There were many memories I had of her, and I had told each and every one of them to everyone that I came in contact with at least one thousand times.
I had contacted the mother of Usagi. When I told her that her daughter had died recently, she had burst into tears. Apparently, the mother had been searching for Usagi for over nine years now. She was not even in the same country as Usagi! Gee, what a way to track, eh?
She flew in the day for the funeral. She looked almost identical to her daughter; except her eyes were gray and her features were tired. Even in death, Usagi's features were never, ever tired.
Her mother, now known as Mrs. GoldRose, had come to help Irene and Ken in the business of the orphanage with her new husband, Mr. GoldRose. Ever since they married, now eleven years ago, they had been searching for Usagi. They wanted her to come and live with them.
How did we contact Mrs. GoldRose, you ask? Apparently, Usagi had her phone number and e-mail written down in her diary. Actually, she had all nine phone numbers. She had been keeping track of her mother all along... Not sure how, though. She just never got the chance or the courage to call her up. I had read every single page of her diary. In a few entries, actually, they were very recent entries; she had attempted to call her mother up, but was afraid to be rejected.
Usagi had written the last of her attempts to call her mother up seven days before her death.
She had known everything about her original mother. She knew that she had gotten married; she knew that she had been going to varies orphanages. What she didn't know, though, is that Mrs. GoldRose was searching for her.
What a difference it would have made, eh?
Every year, Usagi's birthday and her death day are both celebrated by Mrs. GoldRose, Mr. GoldRose, Irene, Ken, the orphanage kids and I. She is berried in the sand of the swing set she loved so much. Her bedroom has not been touched. It's still considered as hers.
Irene still makes Usagi's early breakfast, even though it's not eaten. I always sit in my usual seat in what used to be front of Usagi, eating my breakfast.
Nothing much has changed. It's only as if Usagi had gone completely mute. We still celebrate her life every single day.
It's ironic…
Usagi had not been loved by many people before I arrived. When she finally showed her true self to everyone, no one wanted her to go. She is now considered the most loved orphan in the world in each and every one of the hearts that beat in this orphanage.
Every new soul that appears here is quickly informed of the one girl who has made a difference in everyone's lives. The new kids at this orphanage don't know her, but when they feel alone they go to her resting place and ask for her guidance, or cry. Usagi is like a mother, she is like a best friend, is like a lover, a daughter, a sister… She is everything to everyone.
Every day, I go to her room. I pray to God for Him to take care of her soul, and then I go to the swing set and do the same thing. Sometimes, someone would join me.
Today is the day Usagi died, precisely three years ago. In just a few seconds, she would be officially three years dead… or even more alive, depends on how you look at it.
Everyone in the orphanage is downstairs. They are all having a moment of thought about her.
I never join them, though. I always sit on the soft grass near the swing set, having my moment there.
Five,
Four,
Three,
Two,
One,
Zero…
Usagi is now officially three years… dead or alive, take your pick.
I felt a light brush of air around me. Then, something warm on my shoulder. No, not warm. Hot!
"Mamoru…"
That voice… it was like music to my ears. It sounded like Usako, only more… alive! It was louder, too.
"Mamoru Chiba. Open your eyes."
I couldn't help but do as the voice in my head said. I opened my eyes slowly, and then looked up.
I saw nothing, but I still felt the hot spot on my shoulder. Suddenly, it disappeared. A few seconds later, I felt a burn around my waist.
What I saw next surprised me.
The first thing I saw was white. All white had suddenly appeared in my vision. I followed it down and suddenly, the white turned to a glowing yellow… No! That was hair.
I staggered back, surprised. "U-sa-ko…?"
"That's right, Mamoru… I promised you, didn't I?"
I reached out to touch the figure, but my hand went through her. She giggled.
"That tickles, Mamoru."
"H-how are you…?"
"For three years, I followed your prayers. I traveled the heavens above, trying to find a door, a portal, to see you just once more."
"Once… more..?"
"Shh… Don't worry. I'm with you forever more, Mamoru."
"Usagi, you wouldn't believe all that's happened! Your mother, your real mother, she's been looking for you!"
"I know."
"You are the most loved orphan in this orphanage."
"I know."
"I love you!"
"I know."
I was at the loss of words now. Her voice was so soft, each word muttered as a sigh. Even in death, it was loud but also somehow muted. This was… impossible. Was I dreaming? This had to be a dream!
"Oh, this isn't a dream, Mamoru. This is as real as the wings on my back."
"You're… an angel?"
That felt odd to say. Of course she was!
"Yes… You were right! You are made of water!"
I had to laugh at that. "Well, of course I am."
"Mamoru… you will not be able to see me after today. But I will be with you forever now. I will stir you away from danger from now on! I promise you..."
"I won't see you?"
"This was God's gift for me." She whispered. "To see you… He thought I deserved something, considering I'm prayed over twice every day."
She suddenly disappeared.
"Usagi..? Usagi!" I was on full-panic attack mode now. Where was she? What happened? Where was my Usako?!
I heard her giggle in my head. "I am with you. And no, the knot never disappeared. It just got stronger…"
I blinked. Usagi was now with me…just like she always promised me.
Now, I know. I would be able to get through every hardship of life; all because of one girl and her promise….
Usako, I love you.
In the breeze of the cool summer's day, I heard her chiming laugh echoing through the open space. So soft, so sweet... just like chocolate. Somehow… it was more beautiful then any other sound I have ever heard....
The End
A/N: Please REVIEW! This was the last chapter of To Teach Him To Love. Thank you to all of your support! I'll be starting a new story soon, but I have not figured out what to write about. IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEA'S YOU WOULD LIKE TO SHARE WITH ME, PLEASE DO! I will give you credit if I find myself interested in it, or if I get an idea from your idea.
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