Standard disclaimer that applies to all my stories: I don't own a damn thing.

Summary: Usagi wakes up in the hospital with amnesia and the only link to her forgotten past is a letter she wrote to herself two years before…

I couldn't remember Andrew's (the arcade guy) Japanese name, so I'm using his American one. Hope you don't mind!

The title doesn't belong to me nor does the plot line, the only thing that really has me stamped on it the way I write it. I got this idea off of the manga "Dear Myself". After I read it I started thinking… what would happen to Usagi if something like this happened to her and Mamoru? So here it is, folks, and you read this knowing I own absolutely nothing.

But, like all authors know, it's not about being read, it's about being written. Read it anyways and enjoy despite the fact that I'm completely penniless and I can't claim a single thing to this entire story.

Dear, Myself

Chapter One: Uh… Come again?

By: Luna

Dear, Myself

Today I met a boy unlike any other I have ever met in my entire life…ha, that's right; I can't remember any other boy in my life, can I?

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She blinked blearily at the white ceiling and wondered why it didn't look familiar. And why the hell did it smell so… clean? Something was wrapped around her head, and she weakly reached up to touch the bandage. What the…? She looked to her side and stared at the machines sitting there. They were shut down, so she didn't bother checking to see if she was hooked up to them or not. What was she doing here? Was it a hospital?

She looked to her other side, the one facing the window, and blinked when her eyes landed on a man slumped over in a hospital chair and looking really uncomfortable. She cocked her head to the side and looked him over, wondering why he was here. Who was he? He had black hair in desperate need of a haircut, since his bangs were hanging in his eyes and the back of his hair was brushing against the collar of his black shirt. He had a pretty face, but the way it was relaxed in sleep told her he wasn't the friendliest sort of man. And he was big. Not fat, but definitely tall and looked athletic. Why was he here again? Better yet, why was she here?

As she continued to stare at him, his eyes opened and she met his dark blue gaze and blinked at the empty expression in them. The look was immediately replaced with relief, and he jumped up with a large smile spreading across his face. The change was so abrupt that she blinked in surprise and could only stare at his hand when he reached to hold hers in it.

"Thank God you're awake!" he said with that smile changing his face so completely that she wondered if she had imaged that lonely expression.

She opened her mouth, but at that moment the door slammed open and a flood of people walked through, mostly women. When they saw her sitting up and awake the sounds of exclamations they let loose hurt her ears, and she pressed back into the hospital bed, her hand unconsciously gripping the mans hand tighter. He had looked up to smile at the newcomers in relief, but when she clutched at his hand he stared down at her in mild confusion.

A sexy woman with raven hair and violet eyes approached her with a cocked hip and attitude. "What the hell do you think you're doing worrying us like this? You've been out for days!"

A tall Amazon like woman with brunette hair and startling green eyes placed a hand over the girls shoulder and smiled. "She was just worried, don't mind her."

Another blonde, like herself, stepped forward and gave an airy laugh. "Yeah, she was the worst the entire walk over here! I was about to gag her, wasn't I Andy?"

"Sure was," A good looking man said, and she assumed this was Andy. "Reika meant to be here, but wasn't able to because of work. But she said to tell you she loves and misses you."

She looked around at all of her guests before looking back at the dark haired man. They were looking at her so expectantly that she couldn't help but release a nervous laugh. "Um, who are you guys again?"

The silence could have killed her before a quiet blue haired girl – she hadn't noticed her before since she had hid herself behind the group – stepped forward after shooting nervous glances at everyone. "Um, Usagi, I don't think they get that joke."

The dark haired man's hand had loosened up so she was able to pull away easily. "Is that my name? Um, Usagi, I mean?"

It was a nice name, she supposed, and wondered what her last name was.

"Usagi, what the hell are you talking about?" the dark haired man stood up abruptly, the movement causing his chair to slide back violently.

She shrunk away from him and stared at him with wide eyes. "I-I'm sorry!"

He froze when he noticed how she cowered away from him, and tore himself away from her side and stormed out the door. The dark haired girl watched him leave with worried eyes before she glared down at Usagi with fire in her eyes. "Why did you do that to him, Usagi? I know you guys were never close, but Mamoru stayed by your side the entire time you were in the out cold!"

Usagi looked at the door with an uncertain look. "Mamoru? His name is Mamoru?"

"Of course his name is Mamoru!" She burst out, her arms thrown out wide in emphasis. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Rei, stop." The blue haired girl's voice came out surprisingly commanding, and 'Rei' shut up immediately. "Usagi, do you know who I am?"

Tears of frustration sprung to her eyes and a head ache started, and Usagi drew back a little from the group. "S-should I?"

"Everyone, leave her alone." A quiet, dark voice said from the doorway. Everyone looked to see Mamoru leaning up against the door jam watching Usagi with quiet eyes. All traces of his smile were gone and he stared down at her with a blank, expressionless face. Usagi didn't like the expression at all, and for some reason wished he would smile again. He walked to her slowly until he once again stood beside her, that blank look making her shift uncomfortably for a moment before he sighed a little. Then he took her hand. "Don't be afraid, okay? I won't leave you."

Usagi started crying, and vaguely she heard the girl called Ami shoo everyone outside until she was left with only Mamoru. She looked up at him with watery eyes. "Are we… are we friends?"

He looked surprised, but he smiled a little before his face settled back into the serious face he had worn while he was sleeping. She was right; he didn't look friendly at all when he didn't smile. "Yes." Then he winced. "Well, sort of."

"Oh." Usagi studied how small her hand looked engulfed in his. Then she peaked up at him from under her lashes. "Do I care for you?"

Mamoru looked away, and his expression was pained. Was she not nice to him…? "Ah," he patted her arm in an awkward movement before moving towards the door. "I'm going to go get your doctor."

Usagi was left alone in the large hospital room, and her heart started hurting when the door finally clicked shut behind him. Why? Who were those people? Sniffling, she wiped away tears from her cheeks and looked around the room again. She couldn't remember what happened, who they were, and why her heart hurt so badly when she watched Mamoru walk away from her. She stood slowly to make her way to the window, and pressed her nose against the glass to try and see as far down as she could. There wasn't anything to see except trees and grass, so she sighed and sat down in the chair Mamoru had vacated.

A good looking older woman stepped in the room and smiled gently at Usagi before picking up the chart at the end of the bed. "Hello, Usagi-chan. My name is Dr. Mizuno, I'll be your doctor. Your parents will be here soon to check on you. Once they get here, I will go over everything about your condition. Are you feeling alright?"

"I just have a little bit of a headache, that's all." Usagi said quietly. She watched the older woman look over her chart a few more minutes before smiling at Usagi.

"Don't worry, Usagi-chan, I'll get one of the girls to come in here and keep you company."

She was gone before Usagi could protest. She didn't want to wait for one of those girls to come in, so she looked around quickly for something to wrap over her, and her eyes landed on an ugly green jacket that was left hanging on the coat rack by the door. Quickly slipping it on, she was surprised at how nice it smelt; like roses with a pine aftershave. She was about to go through the door when she remembered the bandage around her head, and quickly yanked it off and dropped it on the floor. Without a backwards glance, she snuck out the room.

She looked both ways before her eyes landed on the stairs, and walked as fast as she dared before making her way up to the roof. The jacket was large and fell to her knees, and it helped to hide her long hair and hospital robe, and she wrapped it tighter around her when she reached the rooftop and a cool breeze brushed across her face. She sighed with relief, so glad that she was out of the stuffy atmosphere of that room. Making her way to the railing, she leaned her arms against it and closed her eyes with her face tipped up towards the sun.

"I knew you were going to come up here sooner or later."

Turning her head to look over her shoulder, Usagi watched as Mamoru stubbed out a cigarette and made his way over to lean up against the rail next to her. He stared out at the Tokyo scenery, and Usagi couldn't help but notice how isolated and lonely his face was already turning. Nothing like the smile he had shown her upon first waking up. Then he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "How could you forget about me, Usagi?"

He wasn't accusing her, but he sounded so tired and sad that Usagi's heart started to hurt again. "I'm sorry. I don't even remember myself. Like, what do I like to eat? What's my favorite color?" She laughed a little and propped her chin in the palm of her hand. "I don't even know what my last name is."

"Anything that isn't green, pink, and your last name is Tsukino." Mamoru said, and Usagi looked over at him with surprised eyes. He raised his brow at her. "What? You wanted to know."

Smiling over at him for one more moment, she looked back out towards the scenery. "Thanks, Mamoru-kun."

She felt rather than seen his surprise, but he didn't say anything except to pull out and light another cigarette. He laughed a little and threw away his cigarette without even taking a drag. "So why did you escape, anyways? Even if you had forgotten the girls, I would have thought that you'd still get a sense of comfort from them."

"No…" Usagi said, trailing off in thought. "I didn't want them forcing their kindness on me."

Mamoru gave a harsh laugh and tipped his head down enough so his bangs hid the emotions in his eyes. "Yeah… I hate people like that."

Suddenly Usagi's head felt dizzy and an insistent pang started in the back of her eyes.

"I hate… people like you."

"Usagi…"

"Disappear… disappear from my sight."

"Hey, Usagi… are you alright?"

Blinking, Usagi looked over at Mamoru and smiled at him brightly. "Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm fine. My head just started hurting for a second. What was it you said?"

He stared at her with a strange expression on his face before smiling and reached out to ruffle her loose blonde hair. "Nothing. You should head back to your room, I'm sure everyone is worried about you."

"I guess you're right." She said, suddenly flustered and had no idea why. What was that just now…? She touched her head where his hand had rested and self consciously ducked her head. "I have to return this ugly jacket anyways. I kind of stole it off of the coat rack in my room."

"You can borrow it." Mamoru said and walked past her, ruffling her hair once more as he went. "And it isn't that ugly."

Blinking, Usagi laughed and followed him. He was a lot nicer than what he seemed at first, she thought with a smile.

"Usagi!"

She stopped just before her room, staring with wide eyes as an older couple started rushing towards her from the other side of the hospital. Scared, she took a step back, running into and pressing up against Mamoru's hard chest. Her heart started to beat a little faster, and her breaths came out in short pants as panic started closing in.

"Oh, my poor baby!" The woman cried out, reaching her arms wide open for Usagi even though she was still about ten feet away, as if she expected Usagi to jump into them.

The man pushed his glasses up his nose and pretended he wasn't sniveling. "Oh my poor little girl, Usagi-chan! How have you been holding up? Haven't we always told you to look both ways before crossing the street? If it weren't for that hooligan you hang out with, this would never have happened!"

This was said with a glare at the man Usagi was currently plastered up against, and she started to tremble. She felt his large hands settle over her shoulders and that helped calm her somewhat, but these two people were still crowding around her and reaching out their greedy hands. She felt herself start to cry…

"Stay away from her!" Mamoru yelled, wrapping a strong arm around her shoulders and reaching his other hand around her as if to ward off the two people. They stopped, blinking in disbelief at the boy who dared try and keep them away from their daughter. Mamoru wrapped his other arm her and held her tight while he glared at her parents, his dislike for them clearly in his eyes. "Can't you see you're scaring her?"

Finally, they looked at their daughter and noticed how wide and frightened her eyes were and how she desperately pressed herself against Mamoru. Ilene hesitantly reached out and flinched when Usagi moved even more away, Mamoru moving with her and pressing his cheek to her temple in an extremely intimate embrace that made most onlookers blush, and the look on his face as he stared at her parents was almost smug. Of course Usagi couldn't see it, and even if she had it wouldn't have mattered. He was her only anchor, and his obvious dislike for these people would not have mattered to her at the moment.

Ken Tsukino looked uncertainly between his wife and daughter before turning on his heel. "Doctor Mizuno!" He started yelling as he marched back down the hall. "Doctor Mizuno, come here right now!"

The lovely doctor appeared quickly, assessing the situation with calm eyes before gesturing towards Usagi's hospital room. Dr. Mizuno at first protested Mamoru's presence, but stopped after Usagi seemed unable to let him go. They settled on opposite sides, the silence stretching most uncomfortably. Dr. Mizuno cleared her throat. "Yes, I was hoping that I would be able to see you two before you've seen your daughter, and by now I'm sure you've seen the changes in Usagi-chan. She has temporary amnesia. There is no telling when she will ever regain her memory of the last seventeen years."

"In fact," Here she hesitated and focused her sympathetic eyes on Mamoru. "she may not remember anything at all."

Mamoru tensed beside her but didn't say anything as he listened for the doctor to continue. "Though she may recover her early memories such as when she was a child but… she might not remember anything recent. It's very uncertain, and something like amnesia cannot be cured by any medicine or any counseling. The only thing that I can recommend is to take things slowly. Try not to force her into anything or make her remember anything. Let things come naturally to her."

"Like school," Ken said, his voice hard and dark as he glared over at Mamoru before his gaze gentled and he looked at Usagi. "You will be going to an all girls school as soon as you are feeling up to it."

Ilene stared at him strangely before following her eyes to Mamoru. She personally had nothing against him. She knew his unsuitable background and heard of the nasty rumors about him being in a gang, even though he was only a senior in high school… and even that was iffy. Her friend Eri was a teacher at Usagi's high school and she said Mamoru ditched classes regularly, was disrespectful to his peers, and yet oddly enough scored high enough grades to be considered an elite student. He was either a genius or incredibly lucky.

Ken had taken one look at him the very first day Mamoru had walked Usagi home dressed in his school uniform with his jacket unbuttoned as well as the top buttons of his white shirt, and had taken an immediate dislike to the poor boy. Ilene, on the other hand, had been apprehensive at first when her bubbly daughter introduced him, and had been intimidated by his cold face. And yet…

She had never seen another boy look at her daughter in such a way.

So she sighed and interrupted her husband for maybe the first time in public. "Don't be ridiculous, Ken. We can't afford it and we want to surround her with familiar things. She'll continue to go to Juuban High with the rest of her friends, and hopefully that will help jog her memory a bit."

He glared down at her with an angry pout on his face, but clammed up immediately when Ilene shot him a cool glance. Rare it was when his wife got angry, but when she did and gave him that cool look, he knew when to shut up. "Fine. But her friend Rei goes to an all girls school and look how refined she is." Again, he shot Mamoru a dirty glance. "Not at all like some of her relatives."

Usagi blinked at that and looked at Mamoru. "Relative?"

"Rei is my cousin." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Anyways, I suggest she gets plenty of rest." Dr. Mizuno said, smiling reassuringly at everyone before moving towards the door way. "Mr. Tsukino? Please follow me; I'll set up all the paperwork for you to sign to discharge Usagi."

Ilene stood awkwardly for a moment before stepping forward and patting Usagi's arm. "I'll go handle your father, Usagi-chan. You don't worry about a thing, I'll make sure your father doesn't try to interfere too often." She smiled fleetingly at Mamoru. "That goes for you too, Mamoru-kun. It will help me a great deal if he stays unprovoked."

He held her gaze only for a moment before he dropped his eyes to the floor. Out of all the adults he knew Ilene Tsukino was the only one he could actually respect. After keeping Usagi up one night past curfew, he had learned just how scary she could be – and that was without the daddy backing her up. "Yes, ma'am."

Ilene nodded approvingly and moved towards the door. "Good boy. Usagi, I've brought clothes for you, they're hanging in the bathroom. Please change and be ready in fifteen minutes."

Mamoru sighed the minute the door closed and smiled down at her. "You must be tired. I'll leave you alone to change."

"Wait!" Usagi quickly shrugged off his jacket and awkwardly before handing it over to him. He took it silently and merely stared down at her, making Usagi fidget for a bit before he nodded and turned away. "Um! Will… will I see you again?"

He hesitated before smiling at her and reached over to ruffle her hair, then ran his fingers down her long locks and stroked her golden hair between his fingertips before turning back towards the door. "Of course you will, Meatball Head."

Usagi immediately blushed and smiled at his back shyly, and resisted the girlish urge to giggle and dig a foot in the ground. Then she frowned.

Meatball Head? What kind of a nickname was that?

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Don't worry about the Dear, Myself excerpts at the beginning of each chapter. I'm going to tie it all in with the final installment.

Review, tell me what you think.

Luna