Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, it belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. I fully own my original character Lucy.

Key

"Speaking"

Thoughts/Memories/Future Memory

"Speaking in another language"

Thoughts in another language

Lunarian

In my beginning is my end. -
T.S. Eliot

~Prologue~

A small gust of cool wind, a tiny shiver of bare shoulders. Round, green-gray eyes cracking open as another gust blew over pale skin, down thin arms and to smooth, feminine fingers. A petite body to assume the age of a young preteen pulled from it's flat out position into a crouch, hands running over cold shoulders as short, uneven brown hair fell in a rounded face full of confused fright. Her breath was quick and uneven as she calmed down, heart fast.

A sharp nose sprinkled across with freckles, cherry colored from the cold, wrinkled before a weak sneeze hit, leaving partially full lips already beginning to turn color in the freezing atmosphere. Teeth chattering lightly, she pulled herself in closer, hoping to preserve what warmth was left. Her mind quietly raced, wanting to know where she was was, and who she was.

Slowly, gently, as she thought these things small white dots overhead began to float down from the heavens as the preteen stood, bare legs shaking while starting down the stone path, hand pressing to the wall beside her. The pathway was lit barely by the glowing dots of the sky with a bright sideways crescent smile, street lamps here or there.

A dog bark, one of fierce protection, broke the still night, sending the light brunette running down the street, chilled feet slapping the frozen pavement as snow caught in her hair and clothes. It took everything not to scream in fright.

The preteen, name still to come to her, eventually slowed, breathing heavily, revealing she was slightly over-weight as she gave up sucking in her gut, yet not enough to slow her in a run if need be. Without notice, tears stung her eyes, the young girl collapsing to her knees as a sob shook her. Again, questions ran through her mind of what was happening.

Where am I? Her mind questioned. What's going on?

Curling up to a fence beside her, head tucked to her chest, she continued to cry, wanting to know who she was and where she was. And as her body began to fall asleep from exhaustion, from a ways behind her, a house light flickered on before a tall man with glasses- easily recognized of Asian decent- dressed in night clothes stepped out, looking around. For a moment he stood, scratching his head as he wondered over something.

I swear... He thought. I know I saw someone.

After some time, a minute perhaps, he turned to go inside, but he caught sight of a huddled form beside the fence before his house. Blinking, he walked over, putting a hand to the child's shoulder before pulling back quickly, saying something in his native tongue.

The girl herself jumped up, startled, spinning to face him, with wide, fearful eyes. She stared at him as he fully took in her apparel, feeling the instinct to run but unable to for some reason. Something told her to stay, to listen. Floral, baby pink shorts with a matching top with thin sleeves lined in lace, bare feet, no jacket or proper clothes was what he observed. It was hardly proper at all!

She was going to freeze to death, and the man told her so, only earning a confused look.

The man took in her features, noting the European aspects instead of Asian, the different body tone and color. His best guess was she spoke English, and, lucky for her, he had excelled at it in school.

"You speak English?" He asked calmly, not wanting to scare her. When she nodded, he smiled. "I am Kenji, and you are going to freeze to death in those clothes."

His voice lisped at certain words when he spoke, but the girl didn't seem to mind. He spoke with her some more, and she eventually followed Kenji into the yard and up to his house when she realized he held no ill will or harmful intentions. Stepping inside to be greeted by a woman with long, pinkish wavy hair in a night gown, who appeared worried, the girl peered around through the corners of her eyes.

As soon as the girl's green-gray eyes met the woman's red, the woman rushed over, putting the coat she wore onto the others shoulders, who had begun to shake and teeth clack together in the sudden flush of warmth in the house, pulling it tight. The woman babbled to her in Japanese, a language in which the girl didn't know. The woman sounded worried just as much as she appeared to be, and Kenji said something to the woman, quieting who the girl guessed to be Kenji's wife.

"My wife, Ikuko, was asking why you were out there, and your name." Kenji informed her, getting a nod.

"I... I don't know... why I was out there..." She told him shakily, voice weak and scratchy as if she had just inhaled powdered cinnamon. "B-but... W-watashi wa..." It was then a name appeared in her foggy mind, a single, small, four letter word, "Lucy."

Word Count w/o additional script: 845

Author's Word: Updates will be very slow, months in between possibly, but I will try to get a rhythm for this going. It keeps strictly with the manga which is why Ikuko has such a different look as to how she appears in the anime. However, I may add one or two small aspects from the anime, though I highly doubt it. I hope you enjoy this and Lucy's journey.