Hello Minna, Here is my latest insanity. Hope you enjoy! Please R & R
Author's Note : Usagi has lost her memory and is a homeless waif disquised as a boy picking pockets and snatching purses to survive. What will happen when she unknowingly picks Mamoru as her latest target? Read on to find out...Please R & R
Three Months ago...
Usagi wandered up the street towards Mamoru's apartment. The sun had just set and she was enjoying the cooling summer breeze. Hoping to catch him at home she fully intended on finding out what he wanted for their anniversary.
She wasn't paying attention to what was going on around her when out of an alley snaked an arm. Grabbing her around the waist she found herself pinned against a wall. Looking up she was horrified to see a scarred dirty face. She noticed his teeth were blackened and he hadn't bathed lately.
"Well look here what I found" Obnoxious breath spewed in her face, as a meaty hand wrapped around her throat. "Ain't you a pretty little thing." He tried planting wet drunken kisses on her neck but Usagi kicked out and caught him in the knee. He yowled in pain and tightened his grip on her throat.Fighting for air her hands fought to pull him loose. The edges of her vision swam in black.
"Oh so you're a fiesty little kitten." She felt herself being pulled forward just before he slammed her into the wall. "Kitten's are easily broken." She heard his drunken laughter as her head hit the wall and everything went dark...
Everyone searched for Usagi night and day. They printed up fliers, it was on the news and Mamoru even offered a reward for information leading to her whereabouts. He cried in front of the camera man begging for someone to please come forward. After two weeks things were looking bleak. As their anniversary passed with no contact from her Mamoru had to assume the worst. Even transforming into Tuxedo Kamen was of no help. His link to Sailor Moon felt strangely dead. They finally gave up hope, but continued to wonder what had happened to their princess. There were many bouts of tears and recriminations. The four inner senshi became stronger and more ruthless trying to find any information. Mamoru pretty much stayed away now. Everything reminded him of his Usako.
Three months later...
Kit stood in alley watching all the people rush around. They hurried here and there wrapped up in their lives. No one paid her any mind. Looking like a homeless young man she became invisible to normal people. She was dirty and ragged and probably stunk horribly too.
When she had come to a couple of months ago in an alley, she had no recollections of anything. She had not even known what she looked like. Finding a public restroom she had immediately gravitated to a mirror. She had stood in shock looking at herself. With pale skin and blue eyes her long blonde hair was matted and tangled. She was dressed in tattered rags that stunk of alcohol and sweat and other unidentifiable noxious odors. Running her hands through her hair, she tried to comb out the tangles and not knowing what else to do, braided it in one long braid. Tying the end with a piece of string it would have to do.
It freaked her out at first, the only memory she had was someone calling her Kitten. Not knowing any better she had become Kit. Her only possesion being a cheap locket that had hung around her neck when she woke up in the alley. Finding out the hard way that being a female on the streets was dangerous she soon found some used ankle wraps and bound her breasts to hide them. She also dug out some clothes in a donation bin outside of a homeless shelter. Several lumpy layers and a stocking cap later, no one would notice she was a girl.
She spent her days wandering around looking for places to sleep. The nights were much worse. The pain and lonliness of her existence really hit home. The first night she had curled up at the back of a bakery. The warmth of the oven had drifted out now and again as someone came and went.
When the owner finally left he had yelled that he didn't want beggars going through his trash. Kit only being half awake was shocked when he hauled off and kicked her in the ribs to make his point. The next night she had curled up in a concrete underpass just hidden from traffic. Cold and hard she had not gotten much sleep. From then on each day she had looked for a new place to call home each night. She would sometimes get through the night without tears but most times she just lay sobbing in misery.
At first she wondered nightly if anyone was looking for her but with no memories she doubted it. Thinking she had probably run away from home at some point she soon quit wondering.
Looking for an easy target she wanted someone who wouldn't bother chasing her. Finally spotting a woman with a child in tow distracted by the child's current temper tantrum she spotted her victim. She felt bad for stealing but it was necessary to eat. She didn't like being a thief but there were no handouts in life. When she had approached the homeless shelter they had seen a young man able to work and turned him away. She tried asking for change but people just pushed her out of the way and kept walking. The people that hurt her the most looked at her with pity but pretended not to see her.
Closing her mind to the pain she began to plan how to get the woman's purse. If she stumbled into the woman it shouldn't be too hard to grab it and run. Looking around no one one was paying any attention at the moment. The lady was stooped over trying to calm the enraged child.
'One two three...I can do this...I can do this... Now!' She walked right up behind the woman and appeared to stumble over her. Snatching the purse she took off at run. Skirting around people, ignoring the lady yelling, she tucked the purse under her old coat. After a block she slowed to a walk and pretended to be heading somewhere. Ducking into the next alley she quickly pulled out the purse and sifted through it's contents. Lipstick, gum, a nail file and keys. Finally reaching the wallet she was discouraged to find only fifty yen. She tossed the purse and contents into the rubble at the back of the alley and stalked away.
'Why can't people keep money on them? What are they getting robbed too much?' That thought made her chuckle realizing the irony of her statement. The fifty yen was tucked in her bandages, there was no way she was going to lose it. Although only a pittance it would at least pay for something to eat. Trying to decide where to head she thought about the times she had scrounged through garbage dumpsters desperate for any crumbs of food. At the same time that the thought disgusted her it had kept her alive, barely.
Whistling an odd tune she wandered through the streets of Tokyo trying to find a cheap hot meal. Deciding a Mc Donalds or some thing similiar would be the cheapest place to get hot food she began to search. Recalling a mall over a few blocks she headed in that direction figuring malls had fast food places around them.
Walking out into the crosswalk she heard tires squealing and looked up. A red sports car was screaming her direction. Not knowing what to do she froze. The car stopped dead in front of her bumping her knees. Barely catching herself she planted her hands on the hood to keep from falling. She watched as a young guy climbed out.
"Hey you should watch where you are walking!" The guy looked irate. "Boy, are you all right?" His question was asked tersely. Kit put her head down and nodded. Not wanting to cause a scene she turned and walked off. From halfway up the block she finally turned around. The guy had just climbed back in his car and was driving away.
'That was close. I have to be more careful. That guy was really angry.' Kit thought back on what had just happened. 'If I had a normal life that might be the kind of guy I would go out with.' Where had that thought come from. She shook her head in irritation. 'I don't have time for dreams.'
Well that's the end of Chapter 1. Hope you all enjoyed it please R & R and let me know what you think?