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Apologies, I am not Japanese so I don't know anything about their culture, especially how Tokyo works or what food they eat. I have not read the 'Sailor Moon' manga or seen the live action series, only the anime. I am aware that this idea has been done before, but it has been screaming at me to get out, so here we go!
WARNING: This story is rated for a reason. Spanking of adults and teens in later chapters. May contain adult themes in later chapters. Flamers will be left to Mars, to show them what real flames are.
Life, Reborn
Chapter Three - Ninety percent
He was about ninety percent sure this was a dream.
For one thing, he was watching himself. For another, he was watching himself at about seven years old, playing on an open hillside.
Alright, one hundred percent sure this was a dream.
"Little princeling? Where have you got to?"
The voice was rich and strong, coming from out of sight over the hill. Mamoru gasped as he looked at the child-him again and realised the period clothing his younger self wore meant he was looking at himself as Prince Endymion. However apparently, he'd misbehaved as a child as the young Prince quickly looked up, paled slightly as he recognised the voice, grabbed his playthings and scarpered in the other direction.
Unfortunately, his tracker had anticipated that one. "Aha! Gotcha little princeling!" the strong voice cried out in triumph, trying to hide the laughter in his tone. A rather blurry shape had appeared before the prince, so quickly that Endymion almost crashed into him. He seemed to have circled round, knowing the child well enough to guess where he would run. Endymion struggled against the tan hand on his small shoulder only to be swiftly pulled up onto the hip of the older boy who held him. "None of that, little boy."
"I'm not little! You're only five years bigger!" protested the prince, though he settled into his captor's arms with obvious trust, pouting adorably.
"Five years older, princeling but that makes me five years stronger too! And you are very naughty for staying out so late, all alone. Come, home with us both, Her Majesty your mother is worried sick."
Guilt crumpled the child's face but he wasn't going to go that quietly. "B-but I don't want to go back!" The blurred older boy stopped walking and forced the child to look at him.
"Oh really, princeling?" Quickly little Prince Endymion buried his face into his friend's chest again. Strangely, that chest seemed to solidify for Mamoru as the little boy's head rested on it, losing its blurry look.
"I think you've wanted to go back for a while but you knew your father would be angry when you did return, because he feared for you. I think you must be pretty hungry from being out all day and cold as dusk is coming on." Mamoru was starting to get angry but stranger's voice dropped to a gentle whisper, halting his anger in his younger self's defence. The child huddled into his arms more, showing how true the mysterious teen's words were.
"But I think you forget, little one, that your friends and your parents love you, no matter how much you terrified us all today. I think you forget that your father is never angry at you, only your behaviour." He kissed the tearful seven year old's forehead, smiling at his incredibly childish antics. "And I think you forget that your guilty feel so much better once he has dealt his naughty. little. princeling. son."
The child raised his tear-filled eyes to his friend, squirming at his nicknames but clearly adoring them. "Ready to go home, brave little solider?" the teen asked, his amused and loving tone telling Mamoru that the two of them had done this thousands of times.
Sniffing but smiling, the Prince replied "Yes Zi, home now."
The sharp blaring of his mobile (A.N Sorry, I'm English!) went off next to his ear. Opening his eyes with a snap and a gasp, Mamoru groaned as he fumbled for it. Sitting up and rubbing his tired eyes, he snapped it open and murmured, "Hello?"
"Good evening Mr Chiba. I am sorry to disturb you this late." Quickly checking his watch, Mamoru discovered, surprisingly, it was almost eleven pm. "I'm calling from the district police station."
That woke him up.
"What? Is everything okay?"
"Fine sir, we just have four suspicious characters here who claimed you would be able to vouch for them. They were found lying in a park on the west side of the city."
"Uhh, could you describe them?"
"Of course sir, two are blonde, one, slightly taller, has curly brown hair-"
Mamoru cut him off, wondering what on Earth the girls had done to get themselves arrested. "Ah, I see. I'll come immediately."
With that, he snapped the phone shut, pulled on a fresh jacket and shoes and was in his car within five minutes.
A/N: Meh heh heh, silly Mamoru, you should always let police officers finish. And pay attention to what punctuation means too!
No prizes for guessing which four await us at the police station!
However, cookies for anyone who knows who the stranger is!