A Week From Sundry

Sunday, 11/11/2007- a lucky day?

Sum: Mamoru has his memories of the past, Selene couldn't take them away. However he knows Serenity, rather Usagi, does not and must stay a good distance away from her.

AN: I hope that made sense, and you guys like this story, I was reading one where Mamoru is unsure whether it is Serenity or Usagi he's in love with and I was also reading the one recently finished about Mamoru having true memories of the past- against all odds…, and this is my own twist to these stories and my own thoughts. Oi, I love first season, romance or no… it's my favorite.

P.S. Sundry means various, miscellaneous, so basically a miscellaneous week from several moments and several important days. The dates don't matter, it's just a reference of time for you guys…

Day One, Monday 29 February 2007

Mamoru watched her move with lithe grace across the crowded dance floor, and then he felt himself move, not as himself, but as Endymion. He knew the name well; it had been echoed on her lips more than once through out his many dreams of these nights. These nights. He sighed nostalgically, for these nights, were the last before the great destruction occurred.

This dream unfortunately was the one of their last night, their last night of a semi-quasi happy existence. The moon queen in her infinite wisdom did not forbid their marriage or engagement; they never got around to marriage. No, Selene did not forbid it, his parents, however did. He sometimes wondered if that was why in his present form he grew up without any.

Selene was slyer than even that, she did not forbid it, but she talked about the consequence of their union at every turn. She however did not know at that moment how deep their love truly was. Nor did she know what they were willing to sacrifice to remain together, and he wasn't talking about the physical death of their lives.

They'd been prepared to give up their kingdoms, but luckily no one besides the two of them knew that truth.

Mamoru fought against the sight of the end of their lives, but for some reason either Endymion or Serenity was determined that he saw it. Maybe it was even Selene, getting sick pleasure out of the torment she was causing him because of what happened next.

Mamoru clenched his eyes shut as he remembered the pain that entered his body as Endymion covered Serenity with his, but saw too late the sword was too long to completely protect her and the power too strong as it went through both of them. The pain of knowing she too was dying on the skewer stick binding them was greater than any physical pain. He reached out his hand to touch her cheek and she raised hers to cover his hand and turned her face into his palm. Her eyes slowly dimmed and his world around him grew black.

Words of love echoed in his mind as he shot up in bed to breathe heavily.

The damned dreams continued every night. Some were of the good times and some were of the bad. The bad ranging from their deaths to when they had their first and only big argument that had hurt him nearly as much as physical pain as well.

She had never wanted to see him again after that night.

Mamoru sighed, he didn't understand it, his memories were already complete, he knew what Serenity looked like, he knew everything that happened, why would they insist on showing him time and time again in a visual form when he could easily recall it in his mind?

He stretched and looked upon his clock; it responded that it was 5:30 in the morning. He groaned, he'd been waking up this early since he was little, and since he could never go back to sleep, he started working out to relieve the tension in his muscles.

After a brisk jog around Tokyo's finest park he headed back to his apartment for a shower. Once he got out of the shower the clock read quarter to eight. He quickly donned his clothes and grabbed his books and then headed to school.

However today was a day unlike any other as he rounded a corner and a blond girl, head first, barreled into him. He tried to catch her as they fell; he was still in a slightly sour mood of being reminded again of the tragic death of his loved one and barely registered the impact as he fell to the ground.

"Watch where you're going meatball brains!" His first reaction was to insult the girl for not watching where she was going, it was obvious that she was either distracted, in a hurry or an idiot and he picked the last one to exemplify.

He looked down to her face and his breath caught. He couldn't move even as she scrambled off of him and huffed indignity. "Why I never-!" She yelled. "I am not a meatball brains! You should watch where it is you're going!" She seemed to realize he wasn't moving and was instantly apologetic. "I'm so sorry for running into you! Are you ok? Did you break anything?"

Mamoru slowly stood up, he felt woozy and weary. He didn't believe she existed, not in this life time anyways.

"Hello?" She asked, waving her hand in front of his face. "Are you all right?" She questioned, truly concerned now that he was so unresponsive.

Mamoru looked upon her, he soaked in the fact that she was truly standing right here, in front of him, that he had felt again her warm body against his. He had thought her dead; he hadn't even looked for her, thinking that if she had been alive, she would have been born near him and in his life, every day, just like it had been on the moon.

Mamoru saw her trying to get his attention; he just couldn't focus on her words, just her movements, just her face, just her body. It slowly sunk in however that she didn't recognize him; she didn't recognize him at all.

He gulped, sure he looked different, somewhat, so did she. Her hair wasn't quite as glass like, streaming down her back like crystal, reflecting the moon surrounding her, rather her hair was more sun-touched and golden. Her eyes had lost the cold quality given to them from the too light in color she suffered from on the moon. He had first thought her blind when he stumbled upon her sitting in the gardens.

Her body was slightly shorter and wasn't as under developed either. The peoples of the moon had no curves, not in the ways that the earthen people cherished anyways, Endymion's father had called the women walking beanpoles, his mother had said they were a prepubescent boy build. Endymion had been caught the moment he laid eyes on Serenity. He didn't care about her shape, hell, he'd been attracted to voluminous women all his life, that's how Beryl managed to make any claim to his heart, but Serenity, Serenity provided something different. She provided him with a chance to love her as she was, for her personality and grace and style.

He looked hard at this girl who claimed in looks to be his love and he couldn't see any trait in her other than her face that was of old. Her personality was too bolstering, it irritated him. She wasn't graceful at all as he could tell from the way she tackled him. She wasn't elegant or true to her name, serene, and she didn't have that shy, almost casual way of flirting with him that Serenity had off the bat. This girl did something and she did it with gusto.

This was not his Serenity, she didn't remember him. She didn't remember herself. Mamoru shook his head. He had been dying to touch her and now he felt repelled. This girl did not bare the right to garnish his love's face with her impurity.

"I'm fine Ordango Atama. Just get out of my face, I need breathing room."

A bell chimed in the distance and the girl's face scrunched up. "Oh no! I'm late!" She groaned. "Thanks a lot jerk!" She took off running and barely managed to avoid the rest of the pedestrians on the side walk. He winced as her elbow slammed into a light pole and he shook himself out of it. That girl was not his Serenity.