Promise Me The Sun

By: Tatsutahime

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon. Naoko Takeuchi does. I am only using her characters for my story. I have also made up a few characters to benefit the plot.

Chapter 3: Hanging On To The Past

The late afternoon sun rose lazily in the warm summer sky. Beautiful songbirds soared through the loose white clouds that hung freely in the air. Usagi sat comfortably in the back seat of the yellow cab she had called from the airport. She would've called her parents or her friends but she wanted to surprise them all. Her car and luggage was supposed to arrive at her house by express mail the next day.

Usagi was completely captivated in her surroundings. The large meadows and the horses they pasted all reminded her of home. 'It's been such a long time…'

Because of her contract, Mark had legal custody of her so wherever he went, she went. Whatever he says, goes. Mark said that going to America was the first step…that all the famous singers were made there. At the time, she didn't know how right he was. Almost immediately after she recorded her first album, it was, what she thought was overly advertised, put into stores. The first day sold 9 million albums. And the next sold another 4 million. Not before long, she was a household name all around the world. 'It just seemed like yesterday…'

The cab driver occasionally looked back at her. He had never seen anyone like her before and if he did he was sure to remember. Her waist length curly blonde hair sparkled in the sun. Two front strands were braided back and tied together making a halo on her head. (AU: She doesn't have any bangs.) She wore a white tank top and a long blue patchwork skirt. On her left wrist, was a set of about 15 thin silver bangles. The young woman wore very little makeup. Only a dab of blue eye shadow, a line of black eyeliner and glittery lip gloss.

Usagi however, didn't notice his quick glances at all. In fact, she was daydreaming so peacefully that she couldn't even here the soft music coming from the radio, or the sparks the engine made as the car glided across the gravel road.

The young driver cleared hid throat as a desperate attempt to catch Usagi's attention.

"If ya don't mind me asking Miss, what's a city girl like yourself doing in the boring old countryside?"

Usagi turned her attention away from the window. Her eyes seemed to blink a few times as if she was trying to focus them. He almost gasped at the innocence her pale blue cerulean eyes held as the shifted up to the rear view mirror. A slight smile formed at the tips of her lips.

"Oh, I don't mind at all." Usagi started as she smoothed down her skirt with her skinny hands. Then finished in a soft, almost excited voice, "I'm going home."

She watched him nod. Soon an uncomfortable silence spread inside the cab. "I'm not trying to hit on you or anything like that, but…has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like that singer Usagi Tsukino?"

Usagi's face remained calm but inside she was smiling like a hyena. "Is that bad?" she asked innocently, wanting to get an opinion of what he thought of her.

The cab driver shook his head quickly. "No, no. In fact, it's a very good thing. I'd have to say that she's one of the most beautiful, down to earth celebrities there is!"

"Why thank you." Usagi stated absent-mindedly as she turned to glance outside. She felt the car swerve and come to a stop. The driver turned "What?! Do you mean to tell me that YOU're Usagi Tsukino?! THEE Usagi Tsukino?!"

Usagi nodded. "Oh my god! Miss. Tsukino! Can I have you're autograph?!" Usagi laughed full heartedly as she watched him stumbled around to find paper.

"Here," Usagi said, as she pulled out the extra photographs left over from the last photo shoot out of her bag. She wrote a thoughtful message as the driver restarted the car. "Excuse me sir, what is your name?"

~*~

Mamoru raised his arm to wipe the sweat rolling down hid forehead. He looked over to at his friends across the field. They worked on Minako's family apple orchid every summer since school let out. They were paid hourly to pick the apples off the trees.

(AU: It' s not common for the boys, in my story, to stay home and not go to college after they graduate high school. They usually stay in their birthplace and work their family farms and fields. Those who could afford it went away to school.)

"Hey Mamoru! I think we're done for today! Come on, let's get cleaned up and meet the girls at the park."

Mamoru shifted his attention to Greg. "All right, I'll meet ya there." He replied a he picked up his bucket and headed toward the farmhouse. After he unloaded all his apples, he headed home. He only lived a street down. As he walked, he shoved his hands into his overall pockets.

When he go home, he waved hello to his father and headed upstairs. As he entered his room, a large poster caught his eye. 'Usagi…I wonder how she's doing.' He slouched thoughtfully as he headed into his bathroom and hopped into the shower. His thoughts were still in the certain blonde. He hasn't heard from her since she wrote to him 3 years ago. Just after her album went gold. She sent him that very poster that he hung up in his room. He would've written back but she had written that she was going on a world tour so she would be traveling constantly. She did however send him gifts and brief notes occasionally…But after a while, the weeks turned into months and the months turned into years and then they just stopped completely.

He glanced up at the poster again as he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. She was standing in a field holding a single daisy flower. She was in a loose pink sundress and her shoulder length blonde hair blew freely in the breeze. She held such a strong childish innocence.

He sighed as put on a pair of khaki pants and a blue plaid button up skirt. 'Stop mopping about the past Mamoru. She's forgotten about you…just admit it.' He dropped depressed onto his bed and closed his eyes. He could still picture her beautiful smile. Soon he let out a deep sigh before getting up and headed downstairs. He had dinner with his father before starting to the park 2 streets down.

~*~

Usagi waved goodbye to Kevin (the cab driver) as he turned and headed back towards the city. The sun was starting to set but was not quite there yet. The sky was painted sere shads of blue red and orange. She turned to take a good look at her house. 'It's been too long…' she thought as she walked up her driveway nervously. With a shakily hand, she raised it up to push the doorbell. A voice into side the house shouted, "I'm coming!"

When Irene Tsukino opened her front door, a lovely young woman greeted her. "Hello," she said as she smiled widely. She wiped her wet hands on her apron before extending her hand out. Usagi's eyes started to water at the sight. "Mom?" Irene's hand suddenly dropped. "It's me Mom, Usagi." Irene's hands crept up to cover her mouth in shock before throwing them around her daughter. "Oh Usagi! I can't believe it's really you! My heavens look at you!" Irene cried as she backed away holding her daughter's hands. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on tour? Where's Mr. Yazanskino? Where's your… "

"Mom…Mom! It's all right. I'll explain everything later." Usagi smiled. Tears slide down her face as she embrace her daughter again. "It's good to have you back home baby…" She said as she guided her inside. "KENJI, SAMMY!" Irene called as she smiled at Usagi. "You'll never guess who's here…."

~*~

Usagi plopped down on her bed after a long talk with her family. It was nearly midnight and she was so tired. After the long jet ride across the Pacific, and the 4-hour ride in the cab, she was ready to get into bed. As she stretched out her arms, she felt something rough under her covers. She got up and lifted her sheets. There laid a long rope. Usagi smiled thoughtfully as she sat back down on her bed tracing it with her fingertip. Suddenly, she picked up the rope and looked up at the window.

~*~

Usagi shivered as she walked up to the hill. The cool night air made her shiver. "Maybe I should've brought a jacket." She murmured as she plopped down on the grass. She snuggled deeper into the grass for warmth as she looked up at the stars. To her surprise, there was a meteor shower that night. She loved shooting stars. They were bright, mysterious, and you could make wishes on them. She smiled when she thought on when her and Mamoru used to come up to this very spot. She closed her eyes and tried to picture his face. The image of a kind teenaged boy came to her mind. His messy black hair and his cocky smile sent shivers down her spine.

Suddenly she heard soft thuds less than a few feet away climbing up the hill she was on. She opened her eyes and turned on her stomach to see a handsome young man stop in front of her. His midnight black hair was one of a kind and his ocean blue eyes where unmistakable. "Mamoru…"

AU: Cliffhanger! What will Mamoru say when he realizes who the blonde in front of him is? Find out next time! Please review. I'm hoping for maybe 35 reviews…maybe…please? Flames are welcome. (It's the only way I can improve!) If you like this story...check out my other ones! I'm still working on The Protector, but Cry For Me is finished. Till next time.

PS: Things will be getting More 'R' in their relationship progresses.