Another toy fanfic for my enjoyment, and for yours too, I hope. (Just a prologue.)0


Where am I?

Usagi awoke to a white room with evening sun filtering through the window panes. She lifted her head groggily and began to take in the rest of her surroundings. She blinked her eyes in confusion at the machinery that was placed at her bedside. Surely, she had never seen such technology before.

"Usagi, you're awake!"

Usagi turned her head to face the noise and was surprised to see a boy with both hair as blonde as her own and eyes as blue as her own. The resemblance was amazing.

"…Who are you?" She questioned.

The boy stopped abruptly and looked at her disbelievingly. A concerned look entered his eyes. The doctor had warned him of the possibility of amnesia, said that Usagi had been incredibly lucky to have survived the accident in the first place. Even so, Quatre hadn't really believed that his favorite sister could have forgotten him.

"Usagi…?" Quatre spoke slowly, because surely she was still a little out of it. She had been in a coma for a month. "It's me, Quatre."

"Don't you remember me?"

Usagi saw the hurt look in the Quatre's eyes. She really wished that she did remember the boy, whoever he was, because she didn't want to face that hurt in his eyes. She attempted to remember, but her effort was rewarded with no memory of such a young man. She shook her head pathetically.

"I'm…your brother."


Quatre sighed as he exited the hospital room. The doctor was working with his sister now, and he would be alerted as to when it would be fine to take her home from the hospital.

"Damn," Quatre exhaled, though he was not often one for profanity, "It's all my fault, isn't it?"

"I worry about you, you know that!" Usagi screamed at him.

"Usagi, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Quatre," She started, "I guess it's hard to keep in touch with all of your sisters, but since when was it okay not to write or call or, god forbid, visit any of us! You get so caught up in these missions, you get so caught up in running the company, you just-"

"Look, I've been busy, but-" His normally passive tone had just the slightest trace of agitation in it.

"I don't care anymore, okay? And now that I have a life apart from you, don't think you can just drop back in and – UGH ,I'm not even bothering to go into this. Quatre, I just don't care anymore!"

She'd walked out with the harsh slam of the door. And he'd decided to let her go.

So he had allowed her to step onto a train that by all standard regulations should have been updated years ago. And this train would derail, killing many passengers and seriously injuring other passengers, Usagi being one of the latter.

And it was his fault, because in another time, he would have stopped her from leaving like a good brother would have. In another time, he would have talked to her and apologized properly. He would have made everything okay. But instead he'd let her go, thinking that he could simply deal with the problem that had been building over years just a little later.

He'd taken a nap to cool off his own head and had awoken to a phone call saying his sister was in critical condition in the hospital – found himself screaming that money didn't matter, they simply had to save her.


"Winner Usagi."

Usagi whispered the name quietly to herself. She knew nothing about this life, nothing of Usagi Winner. All she could remember was her life as Tsukino Usagi and the fragments of memories of Serenity that life as Tsukino Usagi had given her. She attempted to recall her last memory before waking up in a hospital room with a new life. Memories swooped in, but they were a jumble, and she knew none of them were what had last happened to the girl who had been Tsukino Usagi.

"Where are my friends and family, then? Mama, Papa, Shingo, Minako, Rei, Makoto, Ami, Haruka, Michiru, Setsuna, Hotaru, Mamoru…"

And then, a thought slowly bubbled to the consciousness of her mind.

"Have I been reborn?"


Hasn't been edited yet. It will be later, of course. In the mean time, review? The push of a button and the clicketty clacking on your keyboarding for 5 seconds don't take much, but they sure means a whole lot. )