[fanfic][Sailor moon] Memories Pt1

I woke up and looked around.  I realised that I was not where I should be. I asked myself where I should be and got the disturbing reply that I didn't know.  I asked myself who I was and got an even more disturbing reply, even though it was the same one.  I had amnesia.  I knew it immediately, although I had no memories my basic knowledge was untouched.  It didn't feel like amnesia though, for some reason I believed that if I had amnesia I would know that I had memories but am unable to see them.  I just felt like I had no memories.  It was extremely worrying to say the least.  Looking around I tried to discover where I was.  My immediate location was very easy to guess, I was in a hospital room.  I was also by myself,  the light shining in through the window told me that it was daytime.  I got up, and opened up the cupboard to look for some of my clothes (if I had any with me when I came in).  I pulled out a black shirt, pants, jacket, tie and trench-coat. Although not very expensive the clothes were the things that I valued most at that time.  They were *mine*.  I looked down at the clip board at the base of my bed to be greeted by a mixture of good and bad news.  The clip board told me that I was in the Juuban hospital.  The Juuban hospital was in Japan, obvious from the writing.  Out of curiosity I wondered what languages I knew and was surprised to find that I could speak Japanese, English, German, French, Indonesian, Chinese and Russian.  Maybe I was a linguist?  The bad news was that the clip board did not hold my name, the word 'unknown' was the last thing I wanted to see.  I got changed, getting a few more surprises in the process.  Checking a small inner pocket I discovered that I did not have a wallet, but had three different forms of identification.  All had my photograph on them, but each had a different name, birth date, address and each were printed in a different language.  I also had a sizeable amount of cash, in three different currencies:  Australian dollar, Japanese yen and English pound notes.  I suddenly had a wonderful idea, grabbing a pen from my jacket I turned the page on the clip board over.  Clearing my mind, and trying my best not to concentrate on the task at hand,  I wrote something on the paper.  I looked down and was disappointed to find that what I had written was a mixture of the seven languages that I knew.  I had hoped that if I wrote, without concentrating on a specific language, I would write in my native language.  At least I knew that I was Caucasian,  although that did not rule out the possibility of being born in Japan, China or Indonesia.  
I left the hospital room, knowing only a bit more about myself that when I had first awoken. 
Nobody questioned my movements as I left the hospital.  For the rest of the day I wandered around the city.  It was getting dark when I came to the top of a small hill.  I heard the stroke of a broom from off to my left and found it to be coming from a Shinto shrine.  Thinking that I could definitely use the help of the gods in my quest to discover my identity I passed under the torii (The wooden gate of a shinto temple) and began climbing the steps. 
An old man was standing on the upper steps, brushing the dirt away.  He looked up.
"Your too late to buy any charms gaijin." He said, in a none-too polite tone.
"I'm sorry sir, I was just wishing to pay my respects and ask the gods for some assistance." I said, looking towards the shrine.
The old man seemed taken aback by this, and stood aside saying "Everybody has that right sir, it is not my place to turn you away."
"Thank-you kind sir." I replied.
As I entered the temple proper however, a great bell sounded near the torii. I turned around to see the old man staring at me in horror, yet nobody ringing the bell.  I was even more surprised when a young raven haired priestess slapped a piece of paper on my forehead.  
It was about this time that I had decided that I had had enough surprises for one day, unfortunately nobody was listening.  I tried to move to defend myself, but found that I was paralysed.  I looked on in horror as the old man started chanting. I recognised it as a prayer to destroy demons, he was obviously intending to destroy me!  'But I wasn't a demon' I thought to myself.  A dry voice in my head told me to prepare for more surprises.  The old man finished chanting, but nothing appeared to have happened.  The old man and the girl looked at me in shock.  Obviously I should have been a pile of dust or something in their minds.  I began wondering how I could get free, and was yet again surprised to find that I knew how to.  I knew that if I concentrated on an extreme feeling of freedom, that I would be free.  The old man and the girl were obviously surprised to see me moving, as they did nothing to stop my attack. 'Damn them!' I thought, 'They tried to kill me'.  I was not about to kill *them* however.  Once I had knocked them both out, I tied their hands together with some rope that I had found at the side of the temple and sat down to pray.
It was about twenty minutes before I began to hear them waking up.  Turning around from my prayers I saw that the young girl was the first awake.
"I'm not going to untie you until you promise not to try and kill me." I told her.
The priestess looked at me strangely, possibly trying to find some evil intention in my words.
"They wouldn't hurt me" I said, motioning around with my hand ", so why are you asking them to?"
"You are a demon!" she yelled, her eyes filled with venom and loathing.
I couldn't help but laugh.
"Surely," I said, " I would know if I were a demon."
"Of course you are! You set off the alarm!" she spat at me.
This came as a shock to me, after all, I did see the bell ringing by itself.
I left, hearing her calling out to me but not paying any attention to what she was saying.
I was walking down the street when I was surprised to see a girl running towards the shrine on the opposite side of the road.  What was surprising was that she was wearing something similar to a sailor uniform, with a very short green skirt.  
I spent that night curled up underneath a tree in a park.