Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, if I did, this would be an episode of the show, not a fan fic. All Characters not from the original show are owned by me unless I specify otherwise. This story has romantic mush type deal, might not be in this chapter but it will appear, so you've been warned. last bit of info, all city's that appear in this may not actually appear in Japan, e-mail all comment, flames, free doughnut coupons to Vulpix171@aol.com

The slamming of the jail gate echoed in his ears. "This is your fault, Slug! If you hadn' been flirtin' with those skirt sniffers, we'd of pulled that robbery off!" he yelled, grabbing a smaller boy by the collar.

"Ok, Bug, just chill out, and we'll call the thief lord with our one phone call." This statement earned the smaller boy a hard smack on the head.

"How you gonna call him? There are no phones down there!" They lived down in the Subway systems.

"Oh, well what the worst that can happen, they'll hold us here a couple of hours, the judge will see us and we'll be released."

"No Slug, you will. I've been caught one to many times now, they'll send me off somewhere like thedocks, and that'll be the end of me." He was just about the beat the little boy senseless, but he decided to skip it and lie down on one of the cots. This was the end for him, the life of a kid on the street was short, but he had hoped for a little more time.

For a few moments there was silence. Bug began to reflect on his life. He couldn't remember much of the younger years. Just that he'd been on his own since five, after his parents had been shot and killed. That infact was about all he could remember of his parents. After that he'd lived on the streets, working for the thief lord, picking pockets, mugging bags that lived well, and doing buglary jobs.

Finally a cop came to take them to the court room. They waited in silence while the judge passed judgment on other cases. Slug was the first of the two to get called up. The judge didn't even look at his face, just his hands. no markings. "Crime?" The judge asked the bailiff as if he really didn't care.

"Attempted buglary." The bailiff answered.

"Tattoo his right hand and get him out of here." He was taken away, Bug was next. Again the judge only looked at the hands. This boy had been caught many times, for he had the tattoo's all over both his hands. One on each of his knuckles and in between each of his fingers. "Send him to the docks." She told the cop awaiting his orders. the cop began to lead him away when a whispered conversation at the bench started and the judge called the officer, "Bring the boy back." Facing the boy, the judge began a speech that sounded practiced so many times that the judge was board of it. "You have been given an alternative, you can spend your time at the docks, or you can choose to live in the Shinto temple in Tokyo and work towards rehabilitation. Make your decision fast."

He looked at what had brought this on. Sitting at the bench beside the judge, was a short, old man, must have been the one who talked the judge into this."I'll take the temple." He said. Just because he'd never been to school didn't mean he was stupid.

"Bailiff, make out the proper papers."

"Your honor, I can't send a bug to a Shinto Temple!" The bailiff remarked.

The old man looked at Bug, "Well then young man, what shall we call you instead?"

He thought fast. "Brian." He answered. It was simple enough, for all he new, it might have been his realname.

"You need a last name to." The bailiff growled.

"Mossly" He snapped back to the bailiff. The old man nodded and with that, the boy was on a train to Tokyo. the only thought in his head was, *how did this happen?*