New chapter! This one's Mamoru-centric.
Disclaimer for my lack of ownership of Sailor Moon goes here. ;)
Memories Lost And Gained
He woke slowly, his mind heavily fogged with confusion, memories jumbled. Eyes slowly opened, spying an unfamiliar ceiling. Blinking, he stared at it a moment, before he turned his head to see that the rest of whatever room this was that he was in was equally unfamiliar. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was…
…was…
…was…
He had no idea.
Weakly pushing himself up into a sitting position on the bed, he looked around for more detail, finding nothing familiar. A hospital room, a voice whispered in his head. A healing room, another said. He frowned at the two differing descriptions of the room. The curtains of the nearby window were drawn shut, and there wasn't much discernible in the low light.
He looked down at himself, taking in the length of his legs, and thinking how he could have sworn he was taller just a moment ago. But how? He was a child, it seemed, as he stared at the small hands before him. Part of him was expecting it, yet another part was sure that he was older. Much older. An adult, in fact.
This was all so confusing. What had happened? How did he end up here? Where was here? Who was he? That last question earned him a whispered, Endymion, yet that seemed… wrong somehow. And right at the same time. He felt that he was indeed Endymion, yet he wasn't. He hadn't been in a long time.
A long time? That thought confused him. Carefully slipping out of bed, Endymion (for lack of another name) stumbled slightly, a weakness in his legs almost causing them to buckle. He limped lightly over to one of the two doors in the room, opening it to find a bathroom. Reaching up to switch on the light, he then pulled a small chair over and clambered up on it so that he could see his reflection in the mirror.
The child that stared back at him had to be around five or six. There were fading bruises on his face, faint marks of healed scratches, bandages on his head. He'd been injured somehow, he knew, but no specifics came to him. As he stared at the face in the mirror, flashes of memory came to him. But they weren't the memories of a child. They were the memories of an adult, a Prince.
"I am Prince Endymion," he spoke in realisation to his reflection, then shook his head. "No, I died. I'm not him anymore."
But I remember him, he thought. Clearly.
He heard a door open, heard footsteps, then he turned to see a nurse come into the bathroom. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "You're awake!"
Endymion climbed down off the chair and followed her back into the other room, allowing her to help him back into bed. "There you go," she said once she was done tucking him in. "It's so good to see you awake. You've been asleep for awhile now, Mamoru-kun. Everyone has been very worried about you."
"M-Mamoru?" Endymion asked, thinking on how that name also felt both wrong and right at the same time. "Is-is that my name?"
The nurse's eyes flashed with surprise, then pity. "Oh, my dear," she cooed at him as she brushed his hair from his eyes. "Yes that's your name. You don't remember?"
Endymion- or rather, Mamoru, he supposed- shook his head, biting his lower lip and pouting adorably. "I-I don't remember anything of who I am," he confessed in a whisper.
The nurse sighed sadly. "Amnesia," she said. "Don't worry, there's a good chance you'll remember everything eventually. Until then, make sure you rest up. I'm sure the doctor will be in shortly to see you, now that you're awake."
She left then, possibly to get a doctor. Mamoru stared at his hands, so small, and he closed his eyes briefly. Memories that were Endymion, but not Mamoru, flooded his brain, but he couldn't make sense of them. There was one thing he saw clearly, though. A girl… A young woman with silver-white hair and silvery blue eyes, and she was smiling at him. But her smile was sad, and a single tear fell down her cheek.
"Serenity," he whispered as he opened his eyes once more. "I remember you. I miss you. Are you here too? Will I ever see you again?"
Tears fell down his own cheeks as he mourned the life he'd had, as well as the life here he couldn't remember. One day, one day, he knew he'd see her again. Until then, he would wait. He'd grow up again, and he'd find her. The doctor came and went, then his eyes drifted shut once more as he fell into slumber, whispers of his princess calling to him, far away, but here, somewhere with him.
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