Don't own Sailor Moon… It's possible this will be a one-shot. It had been nagging me for a while, now! I know I mix the names a bit, I never watched the japanese nor the english version of Sailor Moon R, though. They're not my mother languages so sorry if I make mistakes.

Chapter 1 – Ail arrives

What if, after the battle with the Dark Kingdom, Bunny retained her memories & the senshi didn't? What if Ail was the only survivor of his people, and there never was an Ann?

Tokyo, middle of the night.

Bunny Tsukino couldn't sleep, but she also couldn't understand why.

It wasn't hunger; she had already devoured half the chocolate cake her mother had made – oops, maybe she shouldn't have – then "maybe Mother will only notice it after I'm in school tomorrow… oh shoot… tomorrow's Sunday, I'm screwed. Bunny, you're a bad girl."

It wasn't anxiety, even though she felt sad; the sailor senshi didn't keep her memories like she did, after the battle with the Dark Kingdom. It was hard to see them on the streets and in school, their eyes passing by her but not actually seeing her as a friend.

It was pointless to be a crybaby; it was more than time to grow up. Bunny preferred not to think about the horrible experience of dying only to wake up the next day, like it was nothing. That was it, no more silly dreams about having a normal life, after all, any realistic person should have known that from the first moment she transformed into Sailor Moon, there would be no going back. Trouble seemed to follow her. And it didn't mean she wouldn't be able to be a normal teenager who loves to eat and dream about getting married someday. Oh, let's not even think of Mamo-chan… What would she do when she met Mamoru? Luna had already said he couldn't interfere with him, only with the Senshi, at best.

So, fine, she couldn't sleep. Luna kept pestering her lately about keeping up with her skills as Sailor Moon. Maybe she should transform and go out, train a bit. It would be easier to fall asleep right?

Tokyo, Juuban Odissey apartment complex between Juuban Municipal Junior High School and Tsukino's residence. Three days ago.

It seemed like a nice planet. Lots of water, a bit on the polluted side, but nice.

Peaceful. Lots of people to suck energy from. And to blend in would be easy. They were no match for him.

So Ail found its way into the Juuban Odissey apartments and decided to settle into an empty apartment. His skills would help him to take it away from whoever owned it in a breeze, nothing to worry himself about. And the Hell Tree, the Makaiju, was already comfortably placed in a nice, spacious room he had improvised.

Now, how to disguise himself? His blue eyes were alright, but his blue hair with strands of pink was too obvious, along with his pointy ears and strange coloring. There weren't a lot of people around right now, but perhaps he could ingress into – what was that building not too far away from here – a school? He had already visited his unsuspecting sleeping neighbors, sucked a bit of energy from their fledging and used his computer. He would have to get one of those, it appeared Internet was an excellent way to gather information. Yes, the school would be a nice alternative.

He needed to be young enough some slips here and there wouldn't be too noticed. He wanted to be a teenage boy. Not so old he'd be out of school so soon, and not too young that being alone without his father for long periods of time would be suspicious. He would have to forge documents for himself and his fake father. What would he name himself? Well. He had been travelling through galaxies, one after the other, so Ginga would be an appropriate family name. Seijuuro Ginga. The tenth son of the stars. Yes. No thinking about his family, or about Ann. It was pointless to think of the dead, he had been alone for so long… he only had a life and the tree thanks to which he was alive. A sick tree on top of that. Yes, he had to think of himself and the tree and nothing else mattered.

After the documents, he'd take care of the school part. He'd be quick on that, school had already begun this week and he wouldn't like to miss anything important (as an exchange student it would be easy to make excuses). Getting money wouldn't be too much of a problem either.

He'd have just enough time to take care of all of his matters and learn enough to survive (he had always been a fast learner), just in time for the next week of classes.

Just perfect. Stupid humans wouldn't know what hit them.

What did you think?