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::Self-Control bonks RS on the head:: @_@ ::sigh::
Ok...I'm insane. Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon belongs
to Takeuchi Naoko and numerous other powers, no matter
how much I wish otherwise ^.^! ::Throws Self-Control
off a cliff:: HAHAHA!!!!! I do, I really do own
Sailor Moon! See the copyright? ::points to air::

Medical Miracle
Chapter 13: Revelations
By: The Rose Society
Rating: PG-13
Email: EtrlSlrMn@aol.com
http://www.geocities.com/the_rose_society/index.html

*Next Day*

	Dr. Hongo closed the door of her car and hit
the small button on her remote. The car responded with
the traditional beep, informing her that the alarm was
now armed. With her heels making small clicks that
echoed in the relatively empty cement parking lot, Dr.
Hongo entered the elevator that would take her to the
oncology department of the hospital.
	Glancing at her watch, Dr. Hongo stood in the
elevator impatiently. '04:57. On time, as usual. The
techs should finish Usagi-chan's test today. Minna has
been worried sick for two days already.' After saying
hello to the night shift nurses, Dr. Hongo entered her
office, hoping to complete some paperwork before the
start of her shift. After hanging up her things, she
looked at her desk, expecting to see a large pile of
patient files. Instead, her immaculate desktop greeted
her eyes.
	"What in the world?!" she exclaimed. 'Chiba
should have finished the files last night and placed
them on my desk before leaving the hospital. So why
aren't they here?' Using the intercom, Dr. Hongo
contacted the head nurse.
	"Hai, Hongo-san?"
	"Were my patient files given to my intern
last night as I instructed?" Dr. Hongo asked.
	"One moment," replied the nurse. "Hai, Dr.
Hongo. Kaoru said that she gave them to Chiba-san
last night before she went on duty."
	Sighing, Dr. Hongo said, "Arigato," and hung
up. Annoyed, Dr. Hongo headed toward Mamoru's office
in order to look for the files herself. 'Irresponsible.
This is absolutely unacceptable!' she thought. Her
steps grew quicker as she grew more and more aggravated.
Knocking briskly on Mamoru's door, she waited in case
he was inside. When no answer came, Dr. Hongo tried
the knob. To her surprise, the door was unlocked and
opened easily. Walking into Mamoru's empty office, Dr.
Hongo noticed that the lights were still on and
Mamoru's things were still in the room.
	"Strange," Dr. Hongo murmured to herself. 'Is
Chiba actually still here? But he wasn't scheduled for
a night shift rotation. He does not seem like the type
of person that would forget his things and not lock his
door.' Glancing around the eerily quiet office, Dr.
Hongo saw that her patient files were indeed in a neat
pile on Mamoru's desk. Shrugging, she made a mental
note to find out what had happened to Mamoru later and
picked up her files. As she exited the office, she
examined the top file to see if Mamoru had finished
preparing them for her like she had asked. Closing the
door, still engrossed in her files, she never saw the
empty envelope on the floor next to the desk with the
label, "Tsukino Usagi."

*Tsukino House*

	Usagi silently slipped on her shoes, careful
not to disturb poor Shingo who had been up almost all
night studying for an exam. Making her way out of the
door, she zipped up her jacket all the way in order
to keep out the bite of the cold morning air. If any
of her friends saw her, they would faint. Tsukino
Usagi, awake before sunrise on a weekend? But strangely
enough, Usagi woke up and just could not fall back
asleep. Something was bothering her, but no matter
how much she tried to figure out what IT was, IT
remained elusive. Lost in her thoughts, she began to
walk almost mechanically.

*On the Other Side of Town*

	Mamoru wandered around the streets aimlessly,
oblivious to the surprised stares of the early
passerbys.
	Self-Control bopped the Voice on the head.
'NANI TEN YO?!?!?! It's freezing out here! And you
made us leave without even a jacket on?!'
	Despite the pulsing lump on its head, the
Voice did not retaliate. Instead, it merely cried,
'Don't die, Usako. Usako...Usako...why did you lie
to us? To ME?'
	Glaring, Self-Control bopped the Voice
again, giving it a pair of odangos, just like
Usagi. 'Baka! BAKA YARO!!! It's all your fault.
You just had to make him fall in love with her! And
even though you knew that she was only going to hurt
him in the end anyway, you still went forward with
it!! KUSO!! It's all your FAULT!!!' Its next tirade
was cut off as the Voice slowly turned, showing that
it was crying, its blue eyes enormously large with
tears. Incensed, Self-Control stomped its foot.
'Yamete!' The Voice began to whimper, its lower lip
quivering. 'YAMETE!' The Voice's tears began to fall
in earnest. Feeling its own lip quivering,
Self-Control tried to threaten the Voice. 'I'll feed
you my fist if you don't stop that.' The Voice only
blubbered uncontrollably. Finally giving in,
Self-Control shouted, 'Ok, FINE,' and sat next to the
Voice. Wrapping its arms around the Voice, Self-Control
began to cry as well. Soon, both figures had a river
of tears flowing from their eyes.
	With a rusty creak, Usagi opened the iron
gate to the cemetery. Once ensconced in the sanctuary,
the noise of the Tokyo traffic disappeared into the
background. The still lush green grass and the
beautiful chirping of birds in the trees made the
place seem like an oasis amidst the hustle and
bustle of Tokyo. Slowly making her way to her parents'
marker, Usagi sat upon a nearby bench. Closing her
eyes, she took in a deep breath of air, willing the
stillness of the cemetery to calm her soul. What
was the cause of her distress?
	As Mamoru passed the Western style cemetery
of Tokyo, something told him to look up. Scanning
the area, he wondered what had caused him to stop.
A faint glimmer of gold caught his eyes. Squinting,
Mamoru could see it was a head. Not just any head,
but a blonde head with two darling odangos perched
upon the top. Seeing that Usagi was alone, Mamoru
quickly decided to speak to her. This time, he
would not be ignored.
	Usagi could hear someone making their way
rapidly toward her location. Sighing, she silently
wished that the person would leave her alone so
that she could watch the sunrise in peace.
Unfortunately the person was impervious to her
keep-away aura. Vaguely irritated, Usagi turned
her head, only to see a very wild looking Mamoru
right in her face. Surprised, Usagi could not help
but laugh at the irony of the situation.
	"Ohayo, Mamoru-baka! I should have guessed
that you would show up at a time that I wanted to
be alone," Usagi said, jokingly. However, Mamoru
sat next to Usagi without acknowledging her barb.
Confused, Usagi tried to lighten the tense air
by baiting Mamoru again. "Ne ne, Mamo..."
	"IIE, Usagi-chan. This time you won't get
out of this situation by having someone come to
your rescue," said Mamoru heatedly. "This time, I
want some answers and I expect to have you answer
them!"
	Startled by his sudden vehemence, Usagi
began to rise from the bench in order to defend
herself. "I do not know what has gotten into you,
Chiba Mamoru, demo I do not think that you are in
a state of mind to be speaking to anyone at this
moment. If you will excuse me--" Two large hands
gripped Usagi's slender shoulders and pushed her
back into her seat.
	Eyes narrowing, Mamoru stated, "I don't
think so, Usagi-chan. Nothing is going to keep
me from talking to you today." Seeing that Usagi
was trying to protest, Mamoru placed a silencing
finger upon her lips. Usagi stilled and Mamoru
continued his speech. "Usagi-chan, we are friends,
are we not?" Usagi nodded.
	"Of course we are friends, Mamoru-kun,"
she said with a slightly amused smile. "I don't
let anyone talk to me like this without
retaliation, I assure you."
	"Demo, why have you been avoiding me?"
Pain was laced into his every word and there
was sadness written plainly on his features.
"Did I do something wrong, Usagi-chan?"
	Ashamed, Usagi looked at her lap. "Iie,
Mamoru-kun. You did nothing wrong."
	"Then why were you avoiding me?"
	Silence slid over the two, covering them
like a thick, suffocating blanket. Usagi nervously
rubbed at her hands, trying to think of some
excuse to give Mamoru. What could she say to him?
After all the years that they had known each other,
why indeed, was she avoiding him now?
	Suddenly warm hands slid over Usagi's own
chilled ones. Looking up, Usagi met Mamoru's
serious gaze. Taking a deep breath, Usagi tried to
explain her behavior. "Mamoru-kun, what happened...
there are...there are certain issues that have
appeared in my life that prevent me..." She
stopped, unsure of how to continue.
	"Usagi-chan, has Dr. Hongo said something
to you? Did she forbid you from speaking to me?"
	Usagi crinkled her nose in confusion.
"Dr. Hongo? Why would she forbid me from speaking
to you? Unless...Mamoru, has she said something to
you about me? That would be so like her. She always
tried to protect me regardless if I want her to or
not!"
	Shaking his head, Mamoru said, "Well, it
doesn't matter if she did or didn't. If you do not
want to see me, I will respect your wishes. But
before I leave you alone, Usagi-chan, I want you
to answer one more question truthfully. Have you
lied to me?"
	Usagi shook her head in denial. "Of course
not, Mamoru-kun. I have never deliberately lied to
you."
	Pain racked Mamoru's frame. She had lied
to him. Even worse, she called him a friend and
yet she still lied to him even though he asked for
the truth. Usagi was the first and only person he
had ever completely trusted. She was the first to
break through his carefully constructed walls. He
had told her everything about himself and
considered her a very close friend. And just when
he had finally let his guard down and allowed
himself to care for someone else, she betrayed
him. And in the worst possible way; she lied to
him.
	All his life, Mamoru had been lied to by
others. Couples at the orphanage always said that
they would be back for him. Mamoru would wait
patiently on his cot for the couples to come
pick him up and take him home. But they never came
back for him. They would always leave with some
other boy or girl and never spare him another
glance. When he was older, Mamoru had many young
girls try to flirt with him. But when they found
out that he was a poor orphan, they would promptly
forget that he even existed. Social workers,
doctors, classmates...everyone around him lied to
him. That was why Mamoru never completely trusted
anyone, not even Motoki. Usagi was his first true
friend. But even she lied to him. Clenching his
fists to his sides, Mamoru began to shake with
anger. How could she do this to him?
	Usagi could see Mamoru trembling as he
arose from the bench and stared at the ground. Was
he ill? After all, it was a chilly morning and he
was not wearing a jacket. He looked tired, as if
he had not slept at all. His cheeks had been
flushed. Did he have a fever? That would explain
his rather erratic behavior Concerned, Usagi
stood as well and raised a hand to touch Mamoru's
shoulder. "Ano...Mamor--"
	Mamoru whirled around when he heard Usagi
move and saw her hand reaching toward him. With
a sneer, he slapped her hand away. Surprise,
hurt and confusion filled her beautiful blue
eyes. 'Iie...her lying eyes,' he thought.
	"You can stop pretending now, Usagi," he
growled.
	"Pretending? I am not pretending, Mamoru,"
she said as she cradled her throbbing hand. What
on earth was going on?
	Mamoru let out a short, sarcastic bark of
laughter. "Hai, you are pretending, Tsukino-san.
You are pretending to be my friend."
	Her eyes stung as tears began to form.
Her voice trembled as she said, "Iie, Mamoru-kun,
I am really your friend! I am not pretending."
	Mamoru grabbed her shoulders roughly, not
caring that she let out a squeak of pain. "DO NOT
call yourself my friend when you lie to me! You
are a liar!"
	Usagi tried to pry his hands from her
shoulders. "Mamoru-kun, I told you, I haven't lied
to you. Onegai, let me go. You're hurting me!"
	A strangled laugh filled Mamoru's throat.
He released Usagi so suddenly that she tumbled to
the ground. "You lie even now, TSUKINO-san. You
never considered me a friend. You never even told
me about your cancer! And here you stand, acting
all innocent, saying that you never lied. I KNOW
the truth now, Tsukino-san," Mamoru spat.
	Usagi gasped. "How did you find out? No
one would have told you."
	Mamoru narrowed his eyes in contempt.
"Of course no one told me. You did not want them
to tell ME about your cancer. You did not want
ME to know anything about you. You called yourself
my friend, getting me to tell you all of my
secrets. But you really didn't give a damn about
me, did you?"
	Tears began to fall from Usagi's eyes. She
could not believe the hurtful things that were
coming from Mamoru's mouth. She had to be dreaming.
This was a complete nightmare. She was not sitting
on the cold morning ground, staring at a deranged
Mamoru rant and rave like a loon. It had to be
a nightmare...didn't it?
	 Mamoru kneeled so that he was face to face
with Usagi. "Was this your plan all along, Odango?
To get even with me for all the teasing I put you
through?" He used a finger to touch one of Usagi's
tears. "Quite the little actress you are, Tsukino.
I never would have thought that you could act so
well. Brava, Odango. Befriend me, break down my
defenses, and then twist the knife, eh?" Usagi
shook her head frantically but Mamoru only
smirked. "Well, it worked, Odango. Are you happy?
You were the first person that I actually felt
something for. Your little act succeeded. And
now that you are sure of your success, you finish
the plan. Congratulations, Tsukino. You have
gotten your revenge on me!" Mamoru's face was
twisted in a grotesque caricature of a smile. "And
now I know that Tsukino Usagi is NOT really the
sweet, innocent, caring and sad young woman I
thought she was. She is actually a petty, sadistic,
unfeeling KISAMA that only uses people and lies to
them. Who will you betray next, Mizuno Ami? Does
she know your true face? How will she handle your
betrayal?"
	Closing her eyes, Usagi willed the pain to
disappear. All her years of suffering had given her
one gift: the ability to push all her feelings aside
and act like nothing bothered her. Drawing on this
now, Usagi rose from her position, Mamoru mirroring
her movements. Taking in a calming breath, her tears
stopping, Usagi opened her eyes and very calmly
stared at Mamoru straight in the eye. "Listen to me,
Chiba Mamoru. I do not care what you call me nor
what you think of me. But I do care about the truth.
I have NEVER lied to you. I really wanted to be your
friend. I really tried to be your friend. And I truly
believed that we were friends. Demo I guess I was
mistaken, if you blew up because of me not telling
you that I had cancer. EXCUSE ME, CHIBA-san, but I
did not think that it was any of your business!"
	Mamoru gritted his teeth. "Of course it
is my business. I am your friend, aren't I? I deserve
to know if you have cancer."
	Usagi laughed bitterly. "Now we're friends?
Just a second ago, you accused me of not being your
friend. You change tunes rather quickly Chiba-san.
My other friends know because they were there when
I received my diagnosis. Contrary to what you think,
I don't go telling everyone that I have cancer. If
you didn't realize, my cancer is a rather PERSONAL
issue that I have a really difficult time discussing!
Besides, why do you care if I have cancer? Does it
somehow disqualify me as a person?" Usagi pointed
accusingly at him. "Does having brain cancer somehow
not meet your qualifications for a friend? Why the
hell do you think you deserve to know?"
	"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, THAT'S WHY!"

Translations:
	ano- um...
	arigato- thank you
	demo- but
	hai- yes
	iie- no
	kisama- not a nice name to call someone
	onegai- please
	yamete- stop it

Author Notes:

	::sigh:: It's nice to be writing again.
Until the next chapter...

~The moonlight carries the message of love.~
~Tsuki no hikari wa ai no message.~