Okay, this next part is from Zoisite's point of view, so don't get too confused. I don't own Sailor Moon
"Zoisite."
That name.
"Zoisite."
That voice.
"Zoisite."
Why do they sound so familiar?
He forced his heavy lids to open, curious at to who was calling out and whom she was calling to. Once his vision had focused, he couldn't help but gasp at the sheer beauty of his surroundings. The ground was covered with emerald grass as far as the eye could see. Flowers of various form, color and smell were strewn all over the plain breaking the monotonous green. Across the distance was a lone yet magnificent tree, standing tall and strong.
It was there that he saw her, emerging from behind the massive trunk.
"Zoisite."
He knew that she was the one who called out even if he did not see her lips move. Perhaps it was because of the distance. Or maybe it was the shade of the tree that bathed her features in a mysterious shadow. No, he did not see her speak out but the twitch in his heart acknowledged her as the owner of the heavenly voice.
"Zoisite."
This time he was sure that her mouth did not open even for a little bit. But still her voice echoed in his mind. With one question answered, another one pops out.
Who is this Zoisite?
He looked around him but did not see anyone else about. It was just he and she and a flock of lovebirds merrily flying around, permeating the air with sweet songs.
"Come to me, my love."
Her arms were raised as if beckoning him to go in between them. He wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to do just that. But something held him back. For some reason he could not give in to the desire of going to her and pulling her in a warm embrace.
So he just stood there. A minute, a week, a century may have passed but still he stood there gazing at her beauty. He did not know how he knew for sure that she was beautiful since he could only see a shadowed outline. But somehow he knew.
His heart twitched in recognition again.
"Zoisite."
She was calling out again. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him. He wanted to know...needed to know.
"Who is this Zoisite you keep calling to?"
The wind chose that moment to present itself. He watched the leaves of the tree move, allowing thin beams of sunlight to pass through. The light moved from one place to another, permitting him very brief glimpses of the woman. He gazed at the way her short hair swayed slowly in time to the wind's movement; at the way her dress molded her small but perfect form.
His eyes automatically moved to her face, wanting to see the beauty that he instinctively knew. Another beam of light shone on her face for a second. It was so fast that he only saw her eyes. He could not recall the color or the shape. Al he saw was the intense sadness in them.
"I'll wait for you, my love."
Her voice not only held the deep longing evident when she repeatedly called out the name. He could hear the misery and disappointment lacing her last uttered words. With a small smile, she took a step back, turned around and walked away.
"Wait! Don't go!" he yelled in panic. His heart ached as though it was being ripped from his chest. It was as if she was taking it with her. This time his feet moved. One step, two steps. At first he stumbled over the ground. After a while he broke into a run. But no matter how fast he went, the woman just kept on getting farther and farther.
"Please come back!"
A strange blue light flashed, momentarily blinding him. When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in a meadow but inside a dark hallway. He saw a lit doorway at the end of the hall. He took a step closer to the proverbial light when he saw the woman appear at the door, her arms outstretched to him again.
This time he did not hesitate. Whoever this woman was, she must be pretty special because he couldn't bear the thought of her leaving him. He ran towards her...towards the light.
This time he reached her. He swept her in his arms and buried his hands and nose in her short, luscious hair. He inhaled deeply, taking in her familiar scent.
"Do you remember now, Zoisite, my love?"
"What is it that I'm supposed to remember? Who are you? Why do you keep on calling me by that name?"
"Open your eyes, Zoisite, and soon you'll remember...soon you'll understand. Until then I will be waiting."
And then the red light claimed her once again.
End of Dream Sequence
"NO!"
He sat upright, his hand outstretched as if reaching for something. His shoulder protested at the movement and so did his throbbing temple. One arm crossed his chest to grip his aching shoulder while his extended hand went up to his bandaged head.
"He's awake! Big brother is awake!"
"Hush, child, be still."
"But..."
When the pain lessened a bit, he looked around and saw that he was in a hospital room. There was a woman at the foot of his bed trying to quiet a familiar little girl. Mira. Yes, that's her name.
A sudden movement from his right side caught his attention. A young woman with short blue hair stood there, glee mixed with uncertainty flashing through her sapphire eyes. His heart gave a little twitch at the sight of her. She seemed familiar but even in his hazy state he knew that he had not met her before. He stared impassively at her for a long time and tried to think why she seemed familiar.
Her eyes flashed yet again at his lack of reaction and recognition but this time the beautiful sapphires assumed a sad look.
Those sad eyes. I've seen them before. But where?
A nurse came in and the blue haired woman stepped aside to make way. He was gently pushed to lie on his back again then his vitals were checked. All the while, he did not break the eye contact with her. He tried to think but exhaustion was finally settling int.
Who are you? He silently asked yet again. Of course he wasn't expecting to get an answer for he did not say the question out loud. Nevertheless a name started to echo in his head even as sleep claimed him.
Ami.
Later
Dark eyes opened again, this time aware of its surroundings. The pain wasn't so pronounced now although he had to refrain from moving too much in order to stay pain-free.
"Ah, I see you're awake," a man in white coat said. It didn't take him long to realize that he was a doctor.
"I told you he woke up," Mira chirped at the doctor. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing him.
"Yes, yes!" The doctor grinned at the girl then turned his attention back to the patient. "How do you feel?"
"Like I've been hit by a truck," Keiichi grimaced.
"Well, technically it was a sports car that ran over you but from what I've heard with the speed it was going you might as well have been hit by a truck. It's a miracle that you've escaped with just a dislocated shoulder and concussion. Though I have to admit that the concussion was severe. It was a surprise that you regained consciousness in just one day."
Keiichi turned his attention to the now quiet girl. She was looking down as if she found the plain white bedding so interesting. But from the way her shoulders were shaking he knew that she was trying very hard not to cry. Perhaps the other man noticed this too for he readily left the room after doing a final check.
"Mira-chan, come here," he called out once they were alone.
"Big brother." She crawled across the bed to lie beside him. His uninjured arm automatically encircled her small form to keep her from falling. He wore a blank face even if he found it awkward to comfort the crying child.
He did not have that much of an experience with children. Sure the little girl called him her brother but in actuality they weren't related. Mira was an orphan, just like Keiichi and his older brother Kazuyuki. At least they were orphans until they got adopted almost 20 years ago.
Their adoptive parents were both in the military. They traveled a lot that was why shortly after the adoption Keiichi and Kazuyuki accompanied their new parents to various places around the world, the last one being Spain. About half a year ago they returned to Japan to settle down. Kazuyuki followed in their father's footsteps and joined the army whereas Keiichi went to law school.
Around two months ago, Keiichi had this sudden urge to go to the orphanage. It was as if there was some strange force pulling him to revisit his previous home. That was where he met Mira.
He was drawn to the child. At first he thought it was because she was a contradiction to his personality. She was bright and cheerful whereas he was dark and brooding. But then most of the children in the home were like that. So what made her so special? He didn't really know. For some reason there was a special bond between them that gave him the urge to protect her.
That was why he was on this hospital bed right now. He had parked his car on the other side of the road from the orphanage and she ran outside to greet him. She would have been run over by the car had it not been for his agility. He darted for her and pushed her aside. The last thing he remembered was rolling on top of the car's hood and slamming his head forcefully on the windshield.
"I'm sorry, big brother."
"Don't worry. Everything is all right. Just promise me you won't try to cross the street without an adult again, okay?"
"But you got hurt because of me."
"Hey, look at me," he urged her chin to rise. "I'm a big boy. I can take the pain and my wounds will heal in time. The important thing is I'm alive and you are safe."
"You're not mad at me?" Mira asked with quivering lips.
"Of course not," one corner of his mouth quirked up in a small smile. "Now stop crying or your face will stay scrunched up like that. There you go."
"Big brother, I promise I won't be impish anymore."
"Impish? Where did you learn such a word?"
"Big sister Ami taught me. She told me being impish will always get you in trouble. So I promised her too that I'd be a good girl from now on."
Ami. It's that name again.
"Who's Ami?"
"You saw her. She's that pretty lady standing beside your bed when you first woke up."
"Ami," he said the name again, this time in wonder. Without any difficulties, his mind conjured the young woman's striking beauty framed with hair the color of the sky. She looked so delicate but somehow he knew that she was tougher than she looked. But then he recalled the sorrow in her eyes.
Why was she sad?
Why do I feel responsible for her sorrow?
"Look, look, big brother. She gave me a toy. She's nice. I like her."
A white fluffy thing was shoved near his face, causing him to cross his eyes for a little bit. He grabbed it with his free hand and stared at it, all the while aware of that faint twitch. It was a weird overweight rabbit but somehow it didn't seem that weird to him.
What's happening to me?
Did I hit my head too hard?
Why am I so confused?
How come I feel so incomplete?
"Um..."
Keiichi jerked his head to the open door and was struck by the similarity of this situation from his dream.
He watched as the woman stood there, bright light coming from the open doorway. He held his breath, heart beating wildly as her arms reached out to him.
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