Hi, so this is my first Sailor Moon story and is dedicated to my very special friend NeoMiniTails so I really hope you enjoy this. This is an AU of the Sailor Moon series and deviates a lot from canon.


1. A Chance Meeting

9-year-old Mamoru Chiba was wondering the streets, kicking a rock. The doctors had said that was his name but was it really? His head felt really fuzzy and he felt as if he had been on this road before. He knew he shouldn't have left the orphanage on his own but he was curious. He wanted answers to who he was, to the voices he heard in his head whenever he closed his eyes. As he continued walking, he came across a cemetery. There was something pulling at him to enter. He was told he had been in a car crash where his parents had died. Were they buried here too? Who were they? What were their names? He didn't know. But he broke off into a run to go to the cemetery, looking around for some sign, for someone to tell him who his parents were, who he was.

It won't be that easy right? I mean, I'm not even sure if my name is Mamoru or not. All I can hear is screaming and then someone holding my hand and telling me everything will be okay.

The sound of soft crying broke the child out of his trance and he saw a girl with an older man sobbing over a grave. Had the girl lost someone too? She had really pretty black hair, slouched over the grave, tears falling down her cheeks. At least she knows who she's crying over.

"Are you searching for someone?" The girl's voice cut through his thought and he realised he had walked over to the older man and the girl who looked a little bit younger than him.

"Um, I don't know," Mamoru admitted, sounding uncertain, shifting a bit. His eyes drifted to the grave stone and from the gravestone, it was the name of the woman. He looked to the girl again. "I'm...I'm sorry for your loss." Was that the right thing to say? His words fumbled and were almost hesitant but he did mean them.

The girl wiped away her tears, looking at him. "Thank you." Her tone was also uncertain and she seemed to be looking at him in an odd way. Her gaze felt familiar as if he had seen her somewhere before but he didn't know from where.

The man finally spoke. "Young man, you must be here visiting somebody, maybe we can help you find them?" The man's voice was kind and he looked much older than the little girl and he could guess that he was not his father because he seemed much too old for that.

"Um," Mamoru didn't know what to say to that. What if they thought he was saying a practical joke or they laughed? It wasn't like you could find someone without a name after all?

The girl moved toward him again. "No one would laugh at someone in a place like this." For a little kid, the girl sure was wise for her age.

"I was in a car accident," Mamoru admitted. "My mom and dad died but I don't know. When I woke up in hospital, I can't remember anything. They said my name is Mamoru but I don't know." He clutched his head again, shutting his eyes as the sounds of crashes and screams filled his head again. He wished he could remember more, a sign, anything of who his parents were. His thoughts were distracted again as he felt a warm hand in his and looked up to see the girl beside him.

"Don't force yourself," she said quietly. "It'll only hurt you more. When the time comes, you'll remember what you need to."

Mamoru blinked a bit. Somehow, the girl's words made him feel better and he actually smiled. "Thank you um..." He looked down at their intertwined hands.

"Hino Rei," The girl replied, a minute hesitant smile coming to her face before pulling her hand away. "You should go back. They'll be worried for you."

Mamoru frowned, before realising she was referring to the people at the place he was staying right now. "I will. Thank you Hino-chan."

Rei had started making her way towards the exit but turned at the last second, simply nodding to him. Mamoru watched her go for a moment and wondered if he would ever see her again. Something told the little boy that while it was definitely their first meeting, it may not be their last.