[Things had been going well for Mamoru. His relationship with Hina was going smoothly, The senshi were no more, and the steps towards bringing the Earth to a new age were running their course ( Read more... )

Mamoru stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom, fixing the collar of his shirt. Or at least, trying to fix it. The collar wouldn't lay flat. He glared at it, fixing it one more time... and it stayed. "Finally," he mutters to himself ( Read more... )