He had known how the girl had felt since that moment. Heartbroken. And that was a forgivable offense. After all, he had been quite rude to her in the past, and she didn't like that. She didn't respect him like he thought that she would. In actuality, she hated him. At least, that was how he thought she felt about him.

He had never really talked to the bun-head apart from when they were in their transformed states, but he had every sense of knowing that she was more than just a middle schooler who he bullied from time to time. The way she had reacted to him being Tuxedo Mask had left a sour taste in his mouth. She didn't trust him. She wasn't ready to accept that her bully had been the double-agent — the one who was searching for the Silver Crystal but helping out the Guardians whenever he felt that he was needed. He knew now that he couldn't just lurk into the shadows.

He had watched her move on from him, and it saddened him just how saddened he felt afterward. Well, they had never been a couple in the first place but it still broke him. He didn't take his chance when he got it and it had really broken him. He saw the odango atama, always around that guy. Well, he had been lectured for calling that person a guy. She wasn't a guy.

Sighing, the high school student made his way towards the bus for another day of sameness. Did he really mind? He couldn't be any less bothered. When the enemies came, they came and he could only do two things — give Sailor Moon a pep talk and leave. He didn't have anything all that useful to do, since he knew all he could do was get bodied.

He gazed into space for a while as he picked up a book. He was reading a guide on schools and was looking up the school Mugen Academy for research purposes. He liked learning new things, because it gave him a sense of comfort. It felt like the world was telling him that everything was going to plan.

He watched the clouds pass him by. Something about just watching something made his mind feel at ease. It made all his concerns feel negligible, doing what he liked best. It was his one and only concern.

He watched the clouds for a while.

He heard a voice behind him that wondered, "Are you looking up Mugen Academy in there?"

He felt slightly startled. He cleared his throat, "I am, but I can't seem to find it in there. It's not showing up, no matter how hard I look." He observed the owner of the somewhat melodic voice. She had teal hair and beautiful blue eyes. No matter how pretty she looked, though, he couldn't get his mission or the bun-head out of his mind.

"You might be finding it hard because the owner of the school, Souichi Tomoe, was ousted from academic circles years ago," she told him, glancing inside the book from over the male's shoulder.

"Ousted?!" He exclaimed, shocked.

"Yes," she murmured. Her voice then rang out like a bell. "Did you know that there are some who say that Mugen Academy is a training school for sorcerers?" She was giggling and then mused, "I guess it is an assembly of multi-talented people, after all."

Mamoru couldn't help but think there was something familiar about the woman, though he himself couldn't quite put the pin on what exactly it was. There was some air of secrecy about the girl, something that she was hiding from him. Again, he wasn't sure of what it was, so he just kept watching over her for a while. Her airy movements made him feel strange, but not in the way of romance. It was something else.

He heaved a sigh until a young boy came bounding up to the woman with who appeared to be his sister and what seemed to be a small autograph book. They were jumping up excitedly and waiting impatiently for them to notice her, and eventually he got to watch her bat an eyelid at them.

"Michiru Kaioh-san, I just love hearing you play!" The assumed sister shouted excitedly.

"Voice down, Mii!" Her brother did a hybrid of a whisper and a shout to direct her.

"We're your number one fans!" They mused in unison, bouncing up and down in bliss. "Would you please sign this? It'd mean a lot!"

"Why of course," Michiru kept her voice low in response to their loudness. Her hand dashed across the page, but at a slower pace so that she could get every facet of her signature perfect.

He watched this in absolute awe. So this was how a world renowned violinist held herself in front of an unimaginable crowd of people. He couldn't imagine doing so himself.

"So you're a multi-talented sorceress, too?" Mamoru wondered aloud.

"Yes," she smiled at him. "If you're curious, why don't you come watch me? I'm putting on a concert this Sunday in the Memorial Dome. Take someone with you."

He nodded silently as she handed him two tickets. He ran a finger through his hair as he observed her slowly fading into the horizon. He clutched the tickets in his right hand. Who could he take with him?

...

He had been at home pondering this for a while. There was someone very similar looking to a Sailor Pluto from a vision from the future that he saw. Maybe he could take her with him. After all, he didn't exactly have to be taking someone on a date to take them to the concert.

His blue eyes gazed downwards at the pocket watch that Sailor Moon had given back to him during the advent of the Dark Kingdom. Not only was it starting to tick backwards, but it was also beginning to slowly crumble whenever he touched it without gloves on.

"What the hell is happening to that pocket watch?" He mumbled gruffly. He heard it tick and glanced back down at the watch again.

He decided to place it back on his bedside for now. He needed to figure out who to take to the concert.