I never do this: Disclaimer – I don't own sailor moon or any of the characters. But man if I did!! I am nothing but a fan, in love with these characters. Please feel free to review, I enjoy reading them. Thanks.
I hear a voice softly next to me, a child I assume she's calling her mother. I slowly open my eyes letting the room come into focus. I'm right; there is a child next to me, her violet eyes drilling into mine. 'Mama.' She says apparently to me. I look her over, pained that I have no recollection of this child. 'Do you remember me today?' she asks lightly trying to crawl onto the bed. I frown, whoever this girl is she obviously thinks I'm her mother.
'Hotaru.' A stern voice comes from the door and I look around finally at the room. Hmm hospital.
'She doesn't remember.' The young girl says still trying to climb onto my bed.
'That's alright.' The voice says gently, entering the room. I glance at the door to see a young man, short blond hair, deep blue eyes. He's attractive I think.
'Good morning.' He says to me his smile is kind.
'Hello.' I manage unsure of my own voice.
'How are you feeling?' he lifts the child from the floor and into his arms. She pouts a little, but soon makes herself comfortable.
'I don't know, how should I feel?' even as I ask the question I realize it's silly. He laughs.
'How is she?' a new voice asks pushing the door to my room open. A tall, tanned lady with strangely long green hair is standing in the door way.
'Same.' The man answers.
'Too bad.' The girl with the green hair replies taking the chair across from me. Suddenly I come to the conclusion these people might have the wrong room.
'Excuse me.' I say softly almost in a whisper I have their attention now, all three of them are looking at me, wide eyed. 'Who are you?' the boy laughs and the child joins him, while the lady with the green hair shoots them a look of distress.
'I'm so sorry Michiru.' She starts and I assume she's talking to me. 'You were in an accident and you've lost your memory. I'm Setsuna, that's Haruka and the child is Hotaru.' The girl with the green hair introduces and I smile.
'I'm Michiru.' I say softly trying to find something in my memory that registers that as my name. An accident, I ponder. 'What kind of accident?' I ask the child is now frowning; tears are forming in her eyes. I wonder why she's suddenly so worried.
'The kind that causes memory loss.' The boy answers flatly.
'Papa, I'm hungry.' The child says tears finding their way out of her eyes and down her cheek.
'I'll take her.' The woman I now know to be Setsuna offers, they nod to each other and Setsuna takes the child's hand and they leave the room.
'How long?' I ask when I am sure the child has gone.
'For what?' the boy answers me, looking anywhere but at me.
'How long have I been like this?'
'Three weeks.' He answers me. 'The doctors are hopeful. Every morning we start over. We spend the day telling you about your life and in the end we hope you remember some of it the next day. They suggest we act as normal as possible in hope that you'll just snap out of it.'
'What could have happened to me?' I ask wondering if it was a physical or psychological trauma.
'You hit your head.' He says not too graphically. 'Rather hard.'
'Oh.' I say looking into myself for any type of memory but I am at a loss, it's a blank slate. Soon we are not alone; the child is back with Setsuna. They hand me a cup the child is beaming again and I'm glad to see her no longer sad. 'You're favorite.' She explains pointing to the cup. I take a sip, it's a strange taste but I don't dislike it.
'Tea.' The boy smiles sipping his own. It's then I realize the child too has a strange look about her, violet eyes with more of a purple then black color to her hair. I raise my hand to my hair and pull it forward staring at the aqua hue that is my hair. The child and the boy laugh again, I think I like the sound of their laughter, it makes the room bright. Setsuna moves to the window and pulls open the curtains. 'Alright Michiru, where should we start?' she asks and I already forget that she's talking to me. After a moment of silence the child pokes me softly. 'Mama, where to start?' she asks.
We spend the day together, they tell me of my life. They tell me I'm an accomplished violinist, and painter. I live with the child and the boy, I assume he's my husband or boyfriend but the title is never brought up. Doctors are in and out of my room checking my vital signs and chatting with the adults. I catch only parts of the conversation. I can go home if I can remember anything from the previous day. Hotaru is sitting at the edge of my bed; she too is straining to hear the doctor. I'm sad when the nurse tells my visitors that their time for the day has ended. The child kisses my cheek softly and jumps off the bed into the waiting arms of Haruka.
'Good night Michiru.' He says to me I can see that he's distressed at leaving but he hides it.
'We'll see you tomorrow.' Setsuna nods joining the pair at the door. I close my eyes, hoping to remember their faces tomorrow.
