Blue eyes locked onto a green haired beauty as he waited for a response. Slightly impatiently, he tapped his foot on the floor of the laboratory room. He ran left index finger through his charcoal-black bed of hair and paced around the room, letting his right hand meet with any object he felt was interesting.

"What's it to you if I know who the Sailor Guardians are?" Uttered the green haired beauty.

He sighed, his shoulders heaving downwards after hearing that answer of hers. He had almost expected that answer, but felt disappointed. "It's important. What I say next is dependent on your answer, so think carefully about it before you say anything that you might regret later on."

"You're a strange case, Mamoru Chiba," Setsuna murmured, putting an olive coloured palm to her face. "Yes, I do know who the Sailor Guardians are. I know them very well."

"That is what I needed to hear," he told her, somewhat impressed with what the woman had ended up saying.

They discussed the occurrences around the Tokyo area, engaging him for quite a long time. His favourite topics were logical ones, topics with straightforward right or wrong answers and questions that could only be answered with yes or no. He eventually conceded defeat and gave up, handing Setsuna his concert ticket. It was like he could tell what was going to happen. They said he had some kind of psychic power, but he had refused to believe them, thinking that any doctor was a nutcase if they thought he had any psychic abilities. But they were right. He had some sort of way of sensing someone's emotions that disturbed people that he had yet to meet.

It seemed that this stranger, Setsuna, knew this and bought into his scheme, which needed some element of trust in order to work. She could give him the answers that he had been looking for all this time. This might be it, she might be the one. That was the one thought that occupied the high schooler's head. It seemed that Setsuna Meioh knew something that he, Mamoru, didn't. It was an odd feeling, this element of trust he had in her. Eerie. It could send chills down anyone's spine. However, Mamoru did not get nervous over trivial things that he knew did not affect him. He was one of those people. Ones that were numb to triviality. People like him were not known well in society, because they deemed trivial knowledge useless.

A grunt escaped his lips as he exited the place. There was no hand gripping his arm that directed him to a certain place. No, he was all on his own this time, which was just how he liked it. Decisions are best made in your own company. That was something he knew well. He knew that Setsuna could be trusted to join him at the concert, so he did not need to despair over useless details. He is not numb to emotions, just triviality.

He found out a lot more about Souichi Tomoe than he ever could have expected, and it was all because of two helpful strangers - Michiru and Setsuna. Without them, he would not have gotten any further into this investigation of Mugen Academy than he had before he had thought to investigate there. He felt something suspicious near him, but he did not dwell on it. Not too much.

He heard a yelp nearby and four distinct voices laughing, as well as a sixth voice trying to reassure someone else that everything was alright. It was that Third-Year Juban Middle School girl, Usagi Tsukino and her friends, as well as her lover. His muscles tensed when he thought of her female lover but he avoided dwelling on it.

"Tsukino!" He yelled out to her, trying to get her to turn her head.

"Chiba-san, is that you?" A blonde whipped her head around to face him.

For just a moment, it seemed as if every fabric of space and time stopped for the studious student. He faced her and observed her big blue eyes getting wider and wider. She opened her mouth but shut it, almost as abruptly as she had talked to him the first time. She had an expression that was so severe that it could kill him. It really gave life to the common idiom if looks could kill. The illogicality of the statement made him feel like burning up and rushing at someone with rage, but he stopped himself before he could do anything that could physically harm anyone.

He gave the female one last glance before moving forward gradually. One step, another step. Slowly does it, slowly does it. Everything seemed frozen around him, though he knew there was one area nearby that was clearly wreaked with the utmost havoc. The air around him felt impatient, as if it were eagerly waiting to tell him something but yet waiting for the perfect chance. A soft murmur fell in the distance, his footsteps falling on deaf ears. At least it was something that he was used to. Those girls ignoring him was like a strange rite of passage into their secrets.

A loud yell from an odango-styled blonde, a pale hand coming from another female, this time a brunette, resting on her shoulder to calm her down. A cacophony of rushed speech and a deluge of guesses was what he was greeted with upon meeting with the six. Something felt motherly there.

"Oh, it's you. Hello, Mamoru-san," a bow wearing blonde greeted him. She seemed somewhat eager, but not eager enough to await a response. "Nice to see you! Hope you're doing we-"

"As you can see," a white haired woman cleared her throat, "we have a bit of an issue happening at the moment. It would be much appreciated, Chiba-san, if you were to leave us alone for the time being. It would be a wise decision on your part." The woman gave him a threatening glare, as if to ask him to back off.

"Geez, alright then," muttered Mamoru as he observed the group. "What seems to be happening here? What's the situation?"

A child with pink hair and blue eyes glanced up to them.

"This," the odango haired blonde pointed at the child, "is the problem."