*This story differs from the actual story line of Sailor Moon. None of them have secret identities, or powers. The 'Three Lights' did not come from another planet.*

Lost and Found

"This never should have happened. She is one of my best friends."

"It's not like it matters anyway. She still thinks that I actually left, and that I'm just arriving home today. She won't have any idea about anything until I tell her" He said as he lit another cigarette, slowly bring it to his mouth.

"But… she will find out, right?" she said as she moved closer to him to lean her head onto his chest. "Are you going to tell her that you are leaving her for me?"

She was worried that he was only using her, not that he actually loved her.

"I'm still figuring that out" he stated as he combed his fingers through her long black hair.

"Search for your love!" a young girl belting the lyrics to one of her favorite songs as she was hugging a pillow and while standing on her unmade bed.

"Search for your love!" Unknowingly, her foot was now caught in her long, blond strands of hair.

"You are always shining," the out-of-tune notes flew through her mouth. As she changed positions, she screamed, "Your smile is just like a tiny staaa—whoa" she was trying to regain her balance—she had already fallen enough for one day, and she didn't want any more bruises. She was trying to keep her legs looking nice for her one and only love. "Ehh…. No! no! no! no!" She was really trying to keep her balance, but this was a very difficult thing to do for the clumsy nineteen year old. Suddenly, she found herself face down on her bedroom floor, resisting the urdge to cry.

'Why am I always ending up like this? Face down somewhere, bruises everywhere! I hate crying! Don't cry!'

The phone was ringing, but it took a few times for her to notice—she was too caught up in thought.

"…Who could be calling me now…?" she said softly as she crawled toward the phone, dragging her feet behind her.

"Hello… mamo… MAMO-CHAN!" that friendly voice, she knew and loved it. It was the voice of her boyfriend—and future husband. He was just arriving back from his study abroad trip in America. "... Mamo-chan, I have so much to tell you! How was the flight? And America? I missed you so much!… Huh?... Oh, ok... In twenty minutes? Wait, what park?... Oh... that park" she giggled, it bought back memories of them sitting on a park bench watching the sun set. "I'll be there soon, my Mamo-chan. I love you."

She hung up the phone as she scurried around her apartment trying to get ready.

"Hey, Yaten, I think I'll take a little walk before we leave to go to the theater," said a young man with long black hair. "I need to clear my head" his tone was very saddening, but of course his younger brother didn't care—he never understood others' emotions.

"Whatever, Seiya. Just don't get in any trouble. Taki will kill you."

"Yeah, yeah, Yaten. I'll just meet you guys at the theater." Seiya left their apartment. As he stepped outside, putting on his big, dark sunglass—to make sure no one recognized him.

'I can't stand to be like this anymore.'

While sitting on the same bench her memories were filled with, she wrapped herself around his arm "I missed you so much, my Mamo-chan. How was America?" She gazed up in wonder at the man with a stern, smooth face and short ruffled hair. "Was there any good food? What about the amusement parks? Were they fun? Or what about the arcad- "

"Enough!" He shouted, frightening her a little bit. He had never used this tone with her—ever. She was scared of what was to come.

"What's the matter my Mamo—ch—"

Cutting her off, "That! That is what the matter is!" He said viciously as he shook her off his arm.

"I won't hold your arm anymore, if that is what the problem is.…. " She was now very concerned. He told her before not to cling to him so much, but it never really bothered him deeply. She saw the distant, distinctly different look in his eye.

"No. It's not just that. I… I…" His voice filled with anger, his words now swimming with hatred. She bit her lip, resisting the urge to cry.

"What, Mamo-chan?" Her voice was now shaky.

"I… I am not yours, Usako. I am not your 'Mamo-chan.'" His words cut through her like butter, slicing to the bone. Then he spoke those fateful words: "I… I don't think we should see each other anymore."

Those were the words she dreaded to hear. Her world slowly turned grey as he mumbled, "I just can't do this anymore." She started to cry in disbelief. Her world was just now turned upside down, yet he didn't care. She wanted to scream 'Why Mamo-chan? Why! I am your Usako. You are my Mamo-chan. This is how it should be!', but she couldn't force herself to make a single sound. Not even a whimper.

He started to walk away, but as soon as he turned, she stood up and grabbed his shoulder signaling for him not to go. He turned around forcefully.

"What part of 'I don't want to see you anymore' don't you understand? I don't love you anymore!" Hatred filled his eyes, the look of disbelief that she would remotely stand up for herself this much.

"But… but…" She leaned into kiss him. Maybe he thought that she didn't love him like she used to. Or, maybe he was pulling a trick on her. She thought that kissing him would somehow make it all better-like this heart-wrenching conversation never happened.

He pushed her away with little of his force, yet it still threw her delicate body to the ground with a thud.

"Ma.. Ma.. Mamo… why… " She whimpered.

"I told you. I don't love you, and I don't think I ever did." He walked away like he won a fight, almost as if he had just gotten rid of a burden.

She stayed on the ground, still shaken up by this unexpected heart-break.

'He said he loved me. He said that he would never leave me, hurt me, or make me cry. I don't know what to do… I love him. Can I get him back? Is this it? What if he just needs his space right now? I can wait it out. But, that look in his eyes-his words. He meant it. I won't cry for him. He doesn't deserve a single tear after what he just did.'

She was pushing herself to get over him.

Her knee was now swollen and red. Unrealizing that her knee was badly injured, she tried to pull herself up to stand.

"Ahh." She cried as she tried to put pressure on it, realizing the swollen, red lump.

She started her journey home, occasionally using anything she could as a crutch.

'You need to be strong, Usagi. If anyone I know finds out that I've been crying, they'll start to ask too many questions that I'm not prepared to answer yet.'

She was a bout three quarters of the way home when she collapsed to the ground. She couldn't hold herself up any longer. She wasn't as strong with a broken heart.

'Why, Mamoru? I really believed you when you said you loved me.'

She felt her eyes start to drown with tears.

'No! No! No!' She thought to herself. She really did not want to cry over him.

A single tear rolled down her smooth, tender cheeks, feeling as though she lost another battle.

"He… he doesn't love me… anymore", Usagi said quietly as her eyes started to pour out unwanted tears.

The sun beat down on her like a weight. It seemed to hold her there, and not let her move. But, then again, she didn't want to move. She found no point in it. She wanted to die right there, right now. She could not see a purpose of living. College wasn't what she had hoped, her job didn't pay as well as she hoped for, one of her close friends was out of town, and now, the love of her life now supposedly never loved her. So, she stayed there. She slowly lay down on the unused sidewalk.

He was walking by himself, hands in pockets. He was thinking about what to do with his life. He thought he had everything: the looks, the personality, the fame, the money—and the occasional hook ups with random fans. But there was something missing. 'What was it…?' He couldn't narrow it down, let alone feel what he was missing.

'No one has recognized me yet… sweet.' He thought to himself.

'They are all probably already at the theater with their pointless signs…'

As he turned the corner, he saw a girl lying limp on the sidewalk looking as if she had passed out a good hour ago. He panicked a little.

He slowly he slowly made his way over to her, not knowing what to do.

As he approached her, he a heard soft, sweet whimpers coming from the girl.

He bent down, put his hand on her shoulder, and was going to ask her if she was alright.

But, before he could say those words, she quickly turned around and looked at him. He saw her eyes.

'Those eyes... they are cutting into me.' He thought.

'Those blue eyes are saying something. Something sad.'

She noticed that his eyes came with a sense of passion. She didn't know of what, but that didn't matter. He wasn't the only one reading the others soul.

She started to attempt to stand, but collapsed once more.

"I've got you" he said as he put her arm around his neck.

"Thanks" She said with a wishful smile.

'There is something about this girl…' he felt her small frame against his side, limping.

She started to cry.

"What's the matter?"

She hesitated to answer. She didn't want to blurt out the story of her newly lost love. But, she didn't want to lie to this handsome young man helping her, either.

Looking down, she said truthfully, "My knee. It's swollen."

Without a pause, or questioning he swooped her up and said with a blushing smile, "is this alright?"

She nodded shyly.

'She is so small. I don't want to harm her.'

He felt protective of this girl he never met before. It was a strange, this feeling.

By now, the sun was disappearing under the skyline.

"So, I take it you don't recognize me."

"Huh?" She said with the look of confusion on her timid face.

He shook his head until his glasses fell off into her lap.

It took her a second, until she said, "… aren't you from the 'Three Lights'?"

"Yes, yes I am. And so, are you one of our stalker fans?" He said with a smirk.

Turning her head quickly away, trying to hide her blushed cheeks, "No, I just like one of your songs."

"Oh, so if I offered you concert tickets, you wouldn't take them?" he said as a cute boyish smirk came across his face.

"I never said that…"

'Why is he being so nice to me,' she wondered. 'He is helping me get home, but is offering me tickets to his concert. I should be the one offering him something…'

"Well, do you want to go?" He cut off her thought.

"Sure, but—"

"Ok, then." He wasn't taking no for an answer.

It was silent for a while as he continued walking with her in his arms.

'Something about this feels so right.' He thought to himself.

He wasn't known for taking control over his emotions. Normally, what happened, happened. And if it didn't, he made it happen. He trusted his heart, and his intuition.

"This is my house." She said calmly, pointing down a corner.

"That's nice," he had no intention of turning down this street. " … uhm. What's your name? I don't think I asked…"

"Usagi."

"Well, Usagi, I'm not bringing you home." He said looking straight forward.

She was puzzled for a moment. He gave off a vibe of being unpredictable. She strangely liked it.

"Wh..why?" She stuttered.

'Maybe he is a Seiya kou look-alike… maybe he is taking me to his cave…"

"Because," stating matter-of-fact-ly, "I need to be at the theater about now."

He continued to talk toward a sea of sky scrapers.

'This isn't where the theater is… It's on the other side of town… why is he taking me this way… '

She wanted to ask where they were going, but was too afraid of sounding skittish and untrusting.

Finally, as they approached a large building, she gathered the courage to speak.

"Where are we?" She said quietly.

"My apartment."

'Oh god! I was right! He was taking me to his cave…'

She was a little frightened. No one was around to hear her scream, and she couldn't exactly walk or even think about running.

'But, what if he is the real Seiya Kou. Why would he talking me here? He hasn't told me anything yet besides about going to the concert. But what if he expects me to 'repay' him in some way before we go to the theater. I don't know if I could do that… I'm still not over Mamoru… Stop Usagi! Get your mind out of the gutter! Even though your mother always told you that that is what every guy is out for, that doesn't necessarily mean that they are… '

He kicks open an unlocked door and they end up in a garage.

"This doesn't look like the type of apartment that someone like you would live in, Seiya."

"Wow, Odango. You do know my name." He smirked.

"Don't call me that." She struggled to get out of his grasp. That nickname was the first one Mamoru gave to her… it brought back memories.

"Why not, Odango."

"Just… just don't."

He saw that he had crossed the line somehow. Somehow it hurt.

'Odango… that name must have a certain story behind it.'

She was standing now, and leaning up against the cold, cement wall when he said, "Stay there, I'll get the car."

"...Car?"

A bright flashy red sports car came quickly in front of her.

The side window rolled down, "Get in, Odan—I mean, Usagi."

She made her way into the car as he took off toward the other side of town.

Authors note:

This is my first story! How is it going so far? Please review so I know someone is actually reading my story!

Thanks! :D

Oh, and of course, I do not own Sailor Moon.