AN: Hey! I'm new to so I thought I would say hi!

Okay, this is yet another Sailor Earth story (please don't be mad...) but I just wanted to give my point of view on what would have happened if there was a Sailor Earth!

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Disclaimer: (sob!) i don't own Sailor Moon...or Mamo-chan...i only own Natisha and Apollo and other characters that I have made up...(if there are any...i've forgotten!)

As the Shinkansen sped along the tracks from Maebashi to Tokyo, Natisha Yuugata looked out at the beautiful sight. The Japanese countryside was covered in snow. Natisha sighed. The past fifteen years had been hard for her. Firstly, when she was two, her brother, her parents and herself had been caught in a major car accident- killing both her parents and knocking her brother unconscious- then the doctor had told her that her brother had died and she was to live in an orphanage in Nagoya. Then she had been adopted by a family in Nagasaki who had ended up broke and giving her back to the orphanage- only to be adopted out by a family in Nagano who treated her badly and with contempt because she looked different. She did not look Japanese and people often mistook her for a foreigner. Her mother had been an Australian tourist who had met her father in Japan and had married him and then had her brother, Mamoru and then her - Natisha. Now, after the fifteen year time span which had transpired from when she was two, the black-haired seventeen-year-old was returning to the city of her birth after contacts at the orphanage in Nagoya had 'accidentally' found out that her brother was indeed alive and was married with a baby girl.

"Next stop, Tokyo Central Station," The voice said over the loudspeaker. Natisha's thoughts broke immediately and she collected her bags and made ready to get off the train. Her brother, Mamoru Chiba, had promised over the phone that he would be at Central to meet her and that he would take her to the apartment, get her set up and show her around the city.

"We are now pulling into Tokyo Central Station. Please collect your bags from the overhead lockers and pick up all rubbish off the floor." The voice boomed.

Natisha grabbed the wrappers from her health-food bars and the wrapper which had held the magazine she had bought at Maebashi Station on her way from Nagano to Tokyo. She then collected her bags and stood at the door with the hundred other people who were also waiting to greet the large city. The train pulled to a stop and everyone took a step backward and wobbled around (Natisha falling over entirely in an undignified heap on the ground) as the Shinkansen shuddered to a halt. The doors then opened and, within one minute, everyone was out of the train and cleaners were on board, making ready for the next load of passengers on their long journey to the island of Kyushu. Natisha walked out of the station and looked around for a black-haired man with a blonde-haired wife. There were quite a few black-haired men around- none with a blonde haired wife though. She looked around earnestly until she saw a large sign with her name written across it in large letters. She ran towards it, ducking through the crowd with apologies and tripping on some people's feet at times, and ran to the man who held up the sign.

"Konnichiwa, ore wa Yuugata Natisha, are you Chiba Mamoru?"

The man looked at her and smiled widely.

"Hai, I am! Welcome to Tokyo!" he said, sweeping her up in a huge hug. Natisha felt a sudden peace override her when he did that. She knew in that instant that she was now safe from the horrors of living in Nagano with the adoptive family who had mistreated her so badly. Mamoru then put her back on the ground and led her over to a red sports car.

"Usagi couldn't make it to the station because Rini, our daughter, is not very well today. She extends a welcome to you and her deepest apologies about her absence." Mamoru said seriously.

Natisha nodded and replied, "That's fine. As long as I get to meet her at home, I don't mind."

Mamoru grinned and helped her load her bags into the car before helping her into the car, getting inside himself, and driving off towards the apartment.

ACROSS TOWN AT NARITA AIRPORT…

The flight landing in Tokyo from Athens, Greece, touched down on the tarmac, nearly skidding along the newly cleared runway. It had been a long flight and everyone on board was exhausted. One young man, of Japanese/Greek descent, could not wait to get off the darned plane. He was here in Japan to live after falling in love with the country and its peaceful culture after the last time he had been here. His sheer height dwarfed many of the people around him and he looked rather intimidating. His Grecian looks- thanks to his Greek father- had captivated many of the women on board the long flight and he had received many napkins with their phone numbers on them. His long black hair was done up in a low, shabby ponytail, which made him look even more fierce than he already was. His name was Apollo Thetakopoulous, being named after the mythological legend, Apollo. He looked as if he had lived on the Sun at one point, with how deep his tan was. As he made his way off the plane, many female heads turned to gawk at him with open mouths and whispers of jealousy amongst themselves.

After he had collected his luggage from the luggage carousel, Apollo ignored the whispers and suggestive gestures directed at him and continued to walk towards the exit of the airport, hoping to catch a taxi before the rest of Tokyo's 20 million-and-counting population did. He managed to nab a taxi with at least four other men and they all squeezed in with Apollo having to hunch his shoulders for most of the journey because of his height.

"Tokyo Hilton, please." Apollo requested in Japanese.

He had learned the language from his Japanese boss, who had visited him in Greece just before Apollo had moved to Japan. He had picked it up quickly and his new boss had been just delighted. Apollo sat back as the taxi took off slowly and tried to get comfortable in his squashed position.

ARRIVING AT THE HILTON…

It was about half an hour before they arrived at the Hilton and, when Apollo alighted from the taxi, he groaned as he stretched his hunched shoulder muscles. 'Broad shoulders were never meant to be hunched in such a fashion.' He thought grumpily as he grabbed his bags from the boot of the cab and walked inside the hotel where he would be staying until he found an apartment near the city.

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