Authors note: Thanks to my Beta reader, MegTao, who has helped me with the past few drabbles, and a special thanks to Ala Verity, who helped me with this drabble and the next one, even though I know she's got a busy schedule. And thanks to anyone who has reviewed with compliments or critiques, it's great to know you were paying attention!

11. Past

Usagi lay on the soft, dewy grass, looking at the stars. As she watched them smile down at her from the Heavens, memories from earlier that day sparked into her mind.

Mamoru had been walking down the street, a distant look on his face. He hadn't noticed Usagi, even when she bumped right into him. He had just smiled, said sorry and kept walking. Curious as to the lack of his usual disdain towards her, Usagi had followed him, all the while debating with herself about her motives for doing so. 'Why should I care if he's finally decided to act like a decent human being? It's none of my business anyway!'

Lost in thought, Usagi had failed to notice the plastic water bottle on the path. Slipping on it, she flew through the air, straight towards Mamoru's back. He turned around and looked at her, just in time to open his arms and catch her in a hug. The look on his face had been immediately replaced with concern.

'Are you okay, Princess?'

'I'm fi… W-what did you just call me?' Usagi had regained her own feet, pulling away from Mamoru's embrace.

'Call you? Did I just say something? I don't remember calling you anything…' Mamoru had replied, not really focused on the conversation.

A confused expression had clouded his features momentarily. Blinking, he had looked at Usagi as if she was the odd one as his face cleared.

Without another word, he turned and left.

'I wonder why he called me 'Princess'?' Usagi whispered as her vision returned to the present night sky. Right in the middle of the endless black void drifted a brightly glowing crescent moon.

'Did he mean to mock me by calling me that?' she continued, 'like all I do is watch other people pander to my every need so I don't chip a nail? He didn't seem like he was making fun of me…Why did it feel so… natural for him to call me that?'

A few streets away, Mamoru was standing on the balcony of his apartment, gazing at the same moon, the same sky, pondering over the same moment as Usagi.

'Is she really the princess I've been looking for? She brings back so many memories of a faraway place and time. Why can't I control what I say around her? It's like I'm not myself whenever she walks my way, but today was a whole new person putting words in my mouth! Why did I call her Princess? And why did it feel so... right?'

As Mamoru and Usagi stared up at the same moon, they were both thinking the same thing: 'What is happening to me?'