Authors Note: I loved the scene from the Salior Moon R movie. I'm incorporating this into the fic, but leaving out the rest, including Fiore. This story will basically follow events from the manga.
I remember the first time I saw her. I was eight.
A tiny baby blonde holding roses.
I was a mess, a young boy fresh from trauma. I had woken up in a hospital bed, bruised, broken and suffering from amnesia. My parents were dead. Parents that I couldn't even remember. I laid in that hospital bed, crying and in pain, questioning my place in life. Why did I survive? Who was I? Why did my parents leave?
My sobs were reaching the hysterical point. I began to hyperventilate. I couldn't think. All I could feel was pain and sorrow. Then, I felt a soft touch on my hand. My blurry eyes tried to focus. All I could see was red and gold. The soft touch nuzzled against my hand and laid a gentle kiss on it. My eyes cleared enough to reveal a tiny girl, no more than three or four, nuzzling her cheek against me, grasping a small bouquet of roses.
"Don't be sad," she whispered. Her golden curls were twisted up in two bun-topped ponytails. She blinked her pretty blue eyes at me and smiled.
"Mommy had a baby! I'm a sister!" She pulled a single red rose from her bouquet and held it out to me.
"Are you giving this to me?" I asked, puzzled by this random show of affection.
"Congratulations!" She cried out joyously.
She was adorable, a tiny blonde angel stumbling over her words and filled to the brim with love and kindness.
I took the proffered rose. My heart began to beat rapidly, I felt overcome with incomprehensible emotion. This little girl, who had no relation to me whatsoever, took the time to stop and comfort me in my time of woe, and gave me a gift in the process. I didn't understand what I was feeling at the time; my stomach was in knots, there was a tightness in my chest, but it wasn't because I was sad.
The little girl smiled and reached up to place a kiss on my cheek. She gave me one last sweet smile and skipped out of the room.
I didn't feel so lonely anymore. I gazed at the beautiful rose in my hand and lifted it towards my face to inhale its gentle fragrance.
From that moment on, the sight and smell of red roses brought forth visions of golden curls and bright blue eyes.
And then the dreams started.