This story just came into my mind and didn't leave. First I thought it will be a short oneshot but it turned out to be a whole, long story. I hope you are going to enjoy it! Let me know!
Chapter 1 - Falling Through the Stars
Beneath the starlit skies of the planet Kinmoku, Seiya Kou, Taiki Kou, and Yaten Kou—the Sailor Starlights—patrolled a serene forest in the twilight hours. The air was cool, the kind of chill that hinted at an approaching storm, and the three warriors moved cautiously, their sharp eyes scanning the darkened woods. Their mission was to investigate a strange energy pulse they had detected earlier—a surge unlike anything they'd felt before. It was powerful, celestial, and laced with a faint sorrow that lingered in the air.
Their trail led them deep into the forest, where towering trees arched overhead like a cathedral of ancient giants. The faint glow of bioluminescent plants illuminated their path, casting an ethereal light on the ground below. As they moved closer to the source of the energy, the pulse grew stronger, drawing them toward a small clearing bathed in soft, silver light.
At the center of the clearing lay a girl.
Her hair, impossibly long and gleaming like spun moonlight, flowed around her in shimmering waves. She wore a simple white dress, tattered and frayed at the edges, as if she had wandered for miles before collapsing. Her serene face bore no markings, no sign—nothing that might have identified her origins. Instead, her expression reflected exhaustion and vulnerability, her hands clutching the grass beneath her as though she had fought against whatever had brought her here.
Seiya was the first to approach, his boots crunching softly against the ground as he knelt beside her. "Who is she?" he asked aloud, though no one had an answer. His eyes scanned her features carefully, as though trying to place the strange familiarity she sparked within him.
"She's definitely not from Kinmoku," Taiki observed, scanning her with a small handheld device that confirmed her foreign energy signature. "But her power… it's overwhelming. It feels like it's buried deep, dormant—but vast. Like a star that's gone silent."
Yaten frowned, his sharp green eyes narrowing as he studied her. "She's beautiful," he murmured, his voice quiet, but there was an edge to his tone. "But we can't let that distract us. For all we know, she could be dangerous. Or worse—bait."
"Bait?" Seiya shot them an incredulous glance. "She's unconscious, Yaten. She doesn't exactly look like a threat."
Yaten shrugged, crossing his arms. "Exactly. That's what makes it suspicious. If this is a trap, it's a subtle one."
Taiki frowned, his brow furrowed. "There's no sign of anyone else nearby. If it were a trap, wouldn't we have seen some movement by now? I think we should bring her back. Leaving her here doesn't feel right."
Yaten rolled his eyes but didn't argue further. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you if something goes wrong."
Carefully, the three of them worked together to lift the girl, carrying her back through the dense woods. Seiya kept glancing down at her face as they walked, a nagging sense of familiarity tugging at the back of his mind. Her presence felt significant, though he couldn't explain why.
As they carried her, a faint shimmer—like a glimmer of moonlight—flickered for a moment on her forehead before fading away. None of them noticed, their focus on the journey ahead.
The grand Kinmoku palace, which served as the home and base of the Starlights, rose ahead of them. With no formal ruler on the planet, leadership fell into their hands—a responsibility they bore with both pride and wariness. They brought the girl to a quiet guest chamber, a room filled with the calming sound of an indoor fountain and warm, golden light.
After placing her gently on the bed, the Starlights gathered around her. Yaten remained cautious, sitting cross-legged by the door with his arms folded. Taiki paced the room, his sharp mind already formulating theories, while Seiya leaned against the wall, his gaze never leaving the girl.
"Her energy is unlike anything I've ever felt," Taiki said, breaking the silence. "It's not Kinmokian, that much is clear. And it doesn't match any nearby systems we've encountered."
"Then where is she from?" Seiya asked, frowning. "And why would someone with this much power end up unconscious in the middle of the forest?"
"She could be royalty," Yaten offered. "Look at her dress. It's simple, but the fabric—it's finer than anything produced here. And that hair… it glows. Literally."
Seiya sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "We won't get answers until she wakes up."
Hours passed. As the moonlight faded into the soft glow of dawn, the girl stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. Wide, luminous eyes—like twin pools of starlight—peered up at the unfamiliar ceiling. She blinked slowly, taking in her surroundings with a mixture of confusion and fear.
"Where… am I?" she asked softly, her voice melodic but trembling.
Seiya stepped forward cautiously, offering a warm smile to ease her anxiety. "You're safe. We found you in the forest outside the palace. Can you tell us your name? Do you remember where you're from?"
Her brows furrowed, her expression shifting to one of distress. "I… I don't know," she whispered. "I don't remember anything."
"Anything at all?" Taiki asked gently.
She shook her head, her long hair cascading around her shoulders like a silver waterfall. "Nothing," she admitted. "Not my name, not my home… nothing."
Yaten leaned forward, his skepticism softening. "Do you remember how you got here?"
The girl's face crumpled as she clutched the blanket tightly. "I just remember… falling," she murmured. "Like I was tumbling through the stars."
Seiya knelt beside her, his voice low and reassuring. "It's okay. You don't have to remember everything right away. You're safe here. We'll help you figure out who you are."
Tears welled up in her eyes, her hands trembling. "Thank you," she said, her voice breaking. "I… I don't even know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything yet," Seiya said softly. "Just rest. You've been through enough."
As the girl—whom they temporarily nicknamed "Luna" for her luminous hair—settled into her new surroundings, the Starlights began to observe her closely. She was cautious, often lost in thought, her fear of the unknown palpable. And yet, beneath the uncertainty, there was a quiet strength that drew them in.
Seiya, especially, found himself growing protective of her, the mystery of her presence pulling at him like a siren's call.
Little did they know, the girl they had brought into their home would change everything—not just for Kinmoku, but for the entire galaxy.
The first days of Luna's time on Kinmoku were a blur of adjustment, both for her and the Starlights. They were cautious with her at first, unsure of her origins and wary of the powerful energy that seemed to hum faintly around her. And Luna, though she tried to find her footing, often felt as though she were fumbling through a life that wasn't quite hers. Yet, as the hours turned into days, their initial wariness began to soften. Bonds formed naturally, like vines finding their way up a trellis, and Luna—though still without her memories—started to discover small connections with each of them.
It was Yaten who first insisted that Luna join them for a task. "You can't just sit in the palace and mope," he said bluntly, arms crossed as he regarded her with a skeptical look. "If you want to figure out who you are, you should move. Do something. Even if it's small."
Luna blinked at Yaten's words, her fingers toying with the hem of her borrowed dress. "I… I don't want to be a burden," she said softly, her uncertainty clear.
Yaten rolled his eyes, but there was no malice in his tone. "You're not a burden. But sitting around feeling sorry for yourself won't help anyone."
His words stung, but they also stirred something in her. The next day, she joined Yaten in the palace gardens. Despite his sharp tongue, Yaten had a surprisingly gentle touch when it came to the delicate flora of Kinmoku. The planet's unique plant life required careful tending, and Luna watched in fascination as Yaten demonstrated how to trim the glowing leaves of a shimmering vine.
"Here," Yaten said, handing her a pair of shears. "Try this one."
Luna hesitated, her hand trembling slightly as she took the shears. She carefully mimicked Yaten's movements, her breath catching as the plant glowed brighter in response to her touch. "It's… beautiful," she murmured, her voice tingled with awe.
Yaten tilted his head, watching her thoughtfully. "Not bad for a beginner," he admitted. "You might have a knack for this."
A faint smile touched Luna's lips as she worked and though Yaten's words were brusque, she could sense the warmth behind them. In his own way, he was trying to make her feel useful—part of something. And for the first time since her arrival, Luna felt a flicker of purpose.
Taiki's interactions with Luna were more analytical at first. His scientific curiosity drove him to scan Luna's energy signature and compare it to records from neighboring systems. Their sessions often left Luna frustrated, as she had little to contribute.
"I don't know," she would say, her voice tinged with guilt. "I wish I could remember, but I can't."
"It's not your fault," Taiki reassured her. "Memory loss of this magnitude suggests trauma, but we'll find answers eventually."
One afternoon, Taiki handed her a book filled with diagrams of Kinmokian history and culture. "If you're going to stay here for a while, you should know more about our planet," he said, his tone gentle but matter-of-fact.
Luna accepted the book with a small nod. "I want to understand," she said quietly. "I want to… fit in."
Taiki's gaze softened at her words. "You don't need to fit in, Luna. You just need to be yourself."
The two spent the rest of the day poring over the book, with Taiki explaining the intricacies of Kinmokian society and history. Luna listened intently, her curiosity sparking to life. By the end of the lesson, she was asking thoughtful questions, her eyes alight with interest.
"You're a quick learner," Taiki remarked as he closed the book. "It's rare to see someone pick up new information so fast."
Luna smiled shyly. "I think it's because you're a good teacher."
The compliment took Taiki by surprise, and he chuckled softly. "Well, if you ever want to learn more, just ask."
Seiya's bond with Luna grew more naturally, their shared moments often unplanned. One evening, Luna wandered onto the palace's balcony, drawn by the sound of faint humming. She found Seiya there, leaning against the railing as he gazed up at the stars, his voice carrying a soft melody.
"You sing beautifully," Luna said, her voice hesitant but genuine.
Seiya turned, startled to see her. "Luna," he said, offering a small smile. "Couldn't sleep?"
She shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself. "No… I just feel so restless. Like there's something I'm supposed to remember, but it's just out of reach."
Seiya motioned for her to join him, and she stepped up to the railing, looking out at the vast expanse of stars. "I know the feeling," he said quietly. "Sometimes it's like the answers are written out there, but we just can't read them."
Luna tilted her head, her eyes searching his face. "Do you think I'll ever remember?"
Seiya hesitated before answering. "I think… whatever brought you here, it's part of your story. And eventually, you'll figure it out. Until then, we'll help you."
His words were simple, but they brought a sense of comfort that Luna hadn't felt since she arrived. She smiled faintly. "Thank you."
The two stood in silence for a while, the stars above casting their light over the balcony. When Luna began to hum the melody Seiya had been singing, he chuckled softly and joined in, their voices blending in quiet harmony.
As the days passed, Luna found herself growing more at ease with the Starlights. Each of them offered her something different: Yaten's practicality, Taiki's wisdom, and Seiya's warmth. Together, they created an environment where she felt safe, even as the question of her identity loomed over her.
Though her memories remained elusive, Luna's natural kindness and determination endeared her to the trio. In turn, they found themselves protective of her, each in their own way.
The bond between them deepened, though none of them could have anticipated just how much Luna's presence would change their lives—or how her past would soon come rushing back to claim her.
The nights were the hardest for Luna. During the day, the Starlights kept her distracted with their tasks and conversations. Whether it was Yaten's sharp remarks, Taiki's intellectual musings, or Seiya's gentle reassurances, they each gave her small anchors to hold onto in the sea of uncertainty she found herself adrift in. But when the palace grew quiet, and the stars outside her window seemed to press against the darkness, the weight of her missing memories settled heavily on her chest.
She often found herself lying awake, staring at the ceiling of the grand yet unfamiliar guest room. The soft hum of Kinmoku's energy in the walls, the faint trickle of water from the nearby fountain—these sounds became a strange sort of company in the solitude of the night. Yet they did little to quell the turmoil inside her.
Who am I? she would ask herself again and again, as if repeating the question might somehow force an answer to appear. But it never did.
Some nights, the frustration bubbled into anger. She would clutch the blankets tightly, tears of helplessness streaming down her face. "Why can't I remember?" she whispered into the dark, her voice trembling with the weight of her fear. It wasn't just the absence of her identity that frightened her—it was the hollow emptiness it left behind, the gnawing feeling that something precious had been taken from her.
Other nights, it was sadness that consumed her. She would wake from dreams she couldn't recall, her cheeks damp with tears and her heart aching with a vague sense of loss. In those dreams, she felt the presence of someone—a figure she couldn't place but whose warmth lingered even after the dream faded. It was as though that person had been reaching for her, calling out to her through the fog.
When she woke, the connection would slip through her fingers like sand, leaving only the faintest impression: a hand reaching for hers, a voice filled with longing. The details were always just out of reach, and it tore at her soul.
One night, she woke with a start, her breathing ragged and her heart pounding in her chest. Her hands instinctively clutched at her necklace—a simple pendant given to her by Seiya after noticing how her fidgeted with the empty neckline of her borrowed dress.
Her silver hair clung to her damp face as tears spilled down her cheeks. She couldn't remember the dream, but the emotions were overwhelming. There had been someone—someone whose presence had been so powerful, so vital, that even in the fog of her amnesia, she knew they were searching for her.
"Who are you?" she whispered into the stillness, her voice breaking. "Why do I feel like… like you're out there? That you're looking for me?"
The loneliness was suffocating. For all the kindness the Starlights showed her, Luna felt an unshakable emptiness, as if a piece of her heart had been carved away and left somewhere far beyond her reach.
During the day, she tried to push those feelings aside. She immersed herself in Yaten's practical tasks, Taiki's thoughtful lessons, and Seiya's gentle camaraderie. She even found moments of laughter, small flickers of joy that gave her a reprieve from the heaviness of her nights.
But in quiet moments, when she caught her reflection in the mirror or felt the weight of her silver hair brushing her back, the questions returned.
Why do I feel like I don't belong here? Why does it feel like someone is missing? Someone… important?
As much as she tried to blend in, as much as the Starlights reassured her that she was safe and that her memories would come back in time, Luna couldn't shake the feeling that she was running out of time. That whoever was searching for her, whoever she had lost, was waiting for her to find them.
And that thought both terrified and comforted her in equal measure.