A/N: This is yet another story that I have finished on my word document. It's not perfect, but it's finished! I revised it, but there will be a few mistakes.I hope you have you guys let me know whenever you find even one!

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 1

My name is Tsukino Usagi, and I am sixteen years old, diagnosed with... well, I'd rather not say, for it's not important.

What is important, though, is that I am hurting someone I love a lot, just by writing this. However, I need him to know... I need Mamoru to know how I feel about him.

I had never had a family, you see. I was sent to Lilly Valley Orphanage to live with Irene and Ken Wayne when I was very little. My father did not want my mother, just as my mother did not want me.

I spent most of my time in my room, although when I saw Mamoru... The things I wouldn't do for him.

I am writing this letter mostly so he wouldn't miss me too much. So he understands why I don't want him to do anything too rash to destroy his life.

Mamoru.... is harsh. He hates me. He intimidates me. Loathes me. But there is a part of him that he so generously opened up for me, that makes me proud to have shined in his life. Little by little he began to open himself up to me, and became looser and friendlier with more people besides myself.

I have never had a home other that Lilly Valley. In a way, it became my home. However, I am grateful to have a home that ensures I have clothes, food in my stomach, and a bed to sleep on – or, in my case, cry into – every night.

You see, me being alive has never been much of a thrill, mostly because I was a social outcast who never really saw the point in living. I was constantly depressed, hardly ever talking, and staying hidden every chance I could from society.

Mr. and Mrs. Weyne are the only family I had, before a third came into the picture. They loved me, and listened to me, and housed me in their six-story –not even kidding, they're pretty rich – house. Sadly, out of all the thirty-something (or was it forty, now?) kids in this orphanage, I had never really found a place to fit in.

Now, don't go thinking up some selfless kid. In fact, I'm more selfish than you'll ever know. I could have left Mamoru alone when he came here, spared him more pain, but I was selfish and probably desperate to get some social standing. Whatever reason, I'm not sure. Also, I could have told Irene and Ken about my sickness, but I didn't want to face the public, so I was selfish enough to risk my own health. I am being selfish even now, writing words that may hurt Mamoru, but I need him to know...

Oh, my... My hand is getting tired, and I need to start my story. Let me hope that I am able to finish writing this before I go unconscious.

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I watched the sun gleam through my window, past me sitting on the box I usually lounge around on, and into my dark room.

Today, a new boy is supposed to arrive. I could see almost everyone in the orphanage outside, pretending to play when really, they all want to see the mystery that is Chiba Mamoru first.

Mr. Wayne went to go pick him up from the hospital, and should be back soon, as he had been there for around an hour or two.

In truth, I felt sorry for him. But I knew that he didn't need my me clarify. Mamoru had been put into a situation lately, which, of course, is unknown to us for the sake of his privacy, and it will only burden him more. I know how I was depressed when I found out the truth of my mother – that she left me in some other orphanage until, eventually, I ended up here, with my caregivers Ken and Irene.

I was torn and upset and wondered how cruel someone could be to give up their only daughter. But, then, I wasn't exactly picture perfect at all, no was I?

The point is, I don't even remember my mother, but he will remember his loved one. He probably even spent his whole life with them.

The honking horn brought me out of my thoughts, and I instantly jumped at the sound and watched as Mr. Wayne's car pulled into the drive.

And then something came over me. I don't even know what, but for some odd reason, I wanted to be there, too, when Mamoru came out. I wanted to greet him, and to talk to him.

So, I ran out of my room, the blue silk of my dress moving around wildly at my knees as I ran past Mrs. Wayne and through the door.

A croud had formed near the car, and I was stuck with the options of going through the croud or around the croud.

Now, most would have probably taken the shorter trip and went through the crowd. But I was too weak to push past all the elbows and bodies, so I was forced to run around it until, when I finally could see the door where Mamoru would come out open, I was gasping for air and bending over.

"Usagi?"

I looked up at Mr. Wayne, who watched me worriedly, and then noticed Mamoru.

He was a good looking boy – or, a man, since he looked around seventeen, give or take a year. Hoever, he had some aura of an innocence a child would have, which made me think that perhaps he was still growing up. But I really couldn't judge.

Now that I had actually began to notice my surroundings, I realized the kids were murmuring about me, all eyes on me, wide eyed, as if I had just landed from the sky using a parachute in an elf costume.

"Look who left her room!"

"Is she the one that stays in room 202?"

"I think so.."

"Who is that?"

"Looks like little girl came out to play. Or maybe she wants friends."

I made a point to ignore them. But then, Mamoru, who had obviously been listening to all the crude remarks about me, said, "What's wrong with you?"

"Um... nothing's wrong with me," I said.

He frowned. He couldn't hear me, figures.

Did I mention I was practically mute? Well, I am. I mean, let's face it, when you find only about sixty-seven words – estimating here, so don't go all 'What the heck' on me – to say per year, it happens. So, let's see, I have a weak body, no voice, and no social status. At all.

"What? Speak up."

"Nothing's wrong with me!" I said, louder. It hurt my throat, but at least he heard. Though with some difficulty, I noticed.

"Really?" he asked. "Then why is it that when you came out, everyone looked at you with the most practical shocked expression I have ever seen? Don't look at me like that. I aint blind."

That stung. It really, really stung. Why had I come out here again?

"Stop it, Mamoru. Everyone's your friend here, and we expect you to treat each other fairly," Mr. Wayne cut in.

But I had already turned, for I felt my knees turning to jell-o, a normal response from my body to protect itself. But that didn't mean I liked it. So, locking my knees, I began to race back, hoping not to fall.

Luck hates me, however.

I had gotten all the way to the steps when my knees finally gave in and I fell. Mr. Wayne was by my side in minutes, calling out for his wife to come and help me to my room.

"Irene! Something's wrong with her."

Mrs. Wayne came rushing within seconds, but I had already recovered and began to push Mr. Wayne away. At first he didn't notice, but then when he did, he let go of me and watched, ready to catch me, as I ran up the three steps and into the house, and sighed in relief when the door closed soundly behind me.

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Mrs. Wayne had accompanied me to my room to make sure I got there soundly, and I whispered a thanks, not sure if she heard as she closed the door behind her. Then, I went back to my wooden box and looked out at the driveway I was so used to looking at. The kids had all crowded around Mamoru, all wanting to get to know him, all trying to make him part of their group.

But, as I watched, kids began to disperse, some alone, some in groups arms in arms, until only Mamoru and Mr. Wayne were left standing, Mr. Wayne frowning disaprovingly at Mamoru.

And that made me slightly smug. I mean, first day here, and Mr. Wayne give him the look, whilst I never once got it.

Later that day, I was getting ready for bed, which was my favorite time, mostly because I got to visit the world of dreams. In the world of dreams, I could be anything and do anything. I could be a singer with the perfect voice; a dancer with the perfect body; have a mom and a sister; my wits could be strong, and I could be brave.I could be an acrobat, or a clown. Anything my heart desired.

But I was not an acrobat, or clown, and I definitely didn't have a voice, healthy body, or a family. And that's what seperated fantasy from reality...

The door to my room opened and I looked up as Mrs. Wayne came in again, her face twisted in worry. She put her hands on my shoulder. I liked her hands. Although they were rough from working on laundry, cooking, and so on and so forth, they were motherly and soft and warm, too. They were perfect.

"My, that boy will be a handful," she murmured, shaking her head. "Do you think you can talk to him, Usagi?"

I shook my head.. I mean, as much as I'd love to help her, let's face it, I'm not cut out to do so.

"Please hun? He's feeling kind of down. Remember once when you were feeling down, I told you something? What did I say?"

"'You're not alone'," I whispered, quoting her exact words from years ago. Ones I had put in my diary and read every time I was upset.

She nodded. "I said 'you're not alone', didn't I?" She rubbed my shoulder, also looking out at the driveway. "Well, he needs someone to say that for him, too. You think you're up for it?"

I sighed. I didn't want to disappoint her, so finally I got up.

"That a girl! You go talk to him. He's staying in the room Meg stayed before she was adopted. Do you remember where it is?"

When I nodded she sighed in relief and watched as I walked out of my room.

I then began to walk down the hall slowly, admiring the blue wallpaper the seemed to shine, and the carpeting. Then I turned the corner and knocked on first door I saw.

When there was no answer, I opened it quietly and peeked in. Mamoru was sitting in his bed, looking at a photograph, eyes red and puffy from crying. In fact, I could see tears in his eyes right now.

I walked over to him and saw down next to him on the bed, looking curiously at the photo. But he noticed me, and quickly shoved it away, and wiped his face on his sleeve. "What do you want?"

"You're not alone," I whispered.

"What?"

"You're not alone," I repeated, louder, and hugged him around the waist.

"I realize that," he grumbled, "because you're in here with me, when I'd really like the room to myself."

I lifted my hands to his cheeks, remembering so long ago when Mrs. Wayne had done it to me when I felt sad. "Do you feel it?"

"Feel what?" he asked.

"The heat. Can you feel it?"

A moment passed before he began to laugh and pushed me away, mimiking my voice, "The heat. Do you hear youself?"

"Perfectly well," I replied, although now I kinda wish I hadn't come here, feeling embarrassed.

"Well, I don't. What are you, mute?"

"Well... kinda, you see, I don't talk much so-"

He sighed, "None of my business."

"It is now."

"Huh?" he asked, turning to look at me, as if he hadn't heard right.

"It's your business now, too. Once someone admits to something, then two lives are knotted."

He shook his head. "You're crazy, you know that?"

"And every time you tell someone something, they are part of your life because the knot has been tied. And the more you reveal, the tighter the knot. It's called the Knot of Life.

A moment passed, and I put my hands around him, hugging him. I could hear his heart speeding up, and then, suddenly, he began to shake. It wasn't until I looked up that I realized that he had begun to cry, and I began to cry, too.

"Why are you crying?" his voice wavered as silent tears continued to fall down his cheeks.

"I don't know."

"You really are crazy."

And we stayed like that for only God knows how long, just crying, talking, and sitting.

TBC

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