A/N: In fanfiction, we've seen a lot of Shitennou from all ends of the Anglophone world, and I love them all. But I didn't want to write one of those. I wanted to tell a Shitennou story in Germany.

It won't go the reincarnation path. Carbon copy reincarnation is canon in Sailor Moon, but I'm not happy with it. So, I started collecting ideas... writing drafts... then there was the Shitennou forum ficathon, and I had a reason to polish out the scene that was the very first spark that hit me when I got into this idea: their first accidental meeting in town.

Perhaps one warning applies: This story moves slowly (even in this form which is already speeded up from what I had in mind)

You'll see the events through the eyes of Mamoru and Usagi. They don't have a lot of information, so neither will you, please be patient.

It will also update slowly. It's currently my most favourite and main story, but I'm doing a lot of material collecting, and it only slowly forms into chapters.

Storyverse and PGSM-verse: We're two years after PGSM. Since their last encounter in the world of the dead, Mamoru has neither heard or seen anything of his Shitennou.

If you've never seen PGSM, here's a short overview over things that can help you with this story: (Attention, spoilers!)

Mamoru meets all his Shitennou, and once he remembers they were his guardians, Queen Beryl uses that memory to blackmail him into coming to the Dark Kingdom, threatening that she will kill the Shitennou if he doesn't. So he joins the Dark Kingdom with the intent of saving the Shitennou. This is not met with great approval from Kunzite who blames Mamoru for betraying them in the past, and Jadeite, who is loyal to Queen Beryl and makes several attempts to kill Mamoru on her behalf. In the end, Mamoru/Endymion decides to take on Metallia on his own, losing miserably, with Kunzite and Jadeite making things considerably worse by interfering.

In the last act, all four Shitennou meet Mamoru in the dimension of the dead, telling him to live a new life for their sake, promising they will always be with him and come when he needs help. They seem to stay behind when he does.

So, have fun, and please review! If you have questions, ask away, I'll be happy to answer them!

"Hello?"

"Hello, am I speaking with Mr. Mamoru Chiba?"

He's a cop.

It only took Mamoru one second to be extremely suspicious of that person who had called him. His time as Tuxedo Kamen had taught him to tell friend from foe by gut feeling, and this was no friend. Spoke English with an accent Mamoru couldn't place, but the heavily laid on smugness and sugary sweetness couldn't be concealed by any accent at all.

"Yes. And you are...?"

"My name is Dr. Strobl, I'm a lawyer. I'm calling you from Germany, and it is very well possible that a friend of you is in big trouble. It would be very helpful of you to answer some questions to clear up some doubts that we have about your friend."

Calls me on my cell phone from Germany.

Makes me ask for my friend's name.

Caution, Chiba. Something's very wrong here.

"If he's a friend of mine, I'll be happy to help him. Who is it?"

Mamoru swore he could hear the smile on the other end of the phone connection.

"Do you know a man named Karl Kuhn?"

"No."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes. Is he in Germany? Why do you think I know him?"

Probably from London?

"Because he seems to know you very well. Very well indeed. He seems to know you on an, let's say, intimate level. He can give details about your life in Tokyo that he could only have if he was a friend of yours, a very close friend. The thing is, he might well be making them all up. He might be nothing but a big liar. And in order to find out if that's the case, we'd like you to confirm a few facts for us."

Who calls their client a big liar?

"Excuse me, Mr. Strobl."

"It's Dr. Strobl, please. We want to be polite, don't we?"

Is he trying to annoy me on purpose? That trick doesn't work on me.

"Am I getting you right, you want me to give you intimate details of my life while you already assume that your client is lying to you?"

"Oh, I think we have misunderstood each other here. Mr. Kuhn is not my client. My clients are the parents of a young girl, who have every reason to believe that Mr Kuhn is a danger to her. And from what we know about him so far, this can be considered almost a fact.

For example, he has confessed to stalk a fifteen year old girl and force her into an abusive relationship, and we still aren't clear if he did so out of sexual attraction or because he wanted her, as he calls it, 'senshi powers'. He violently attacked her when she resisted his advances. Also, he's convinced that a certain time ago, he killed you. Cut your back open with a sword and watched you bleed to death in the arms of your underage girl-friend."

Ice-cold shock hit Mamoru.

Kunzite!

Is he alive again? Is he in Germany? Is he in trouble? What the hell is he doing there to get him in this kind of trouble? Hunt down girls? Unlikely. Impossible. Absolute bullshit. Just warming up old tales from the Dark Kingdom. What has he gotten himself into? And why doesn't he call me, but this guy does? Something's wrong.

"Mr. Chiba?" grinned the oily voice of the lawyer. "Are you still there? What do you say to that?"

Caution, caution, caution!

"Well... I'm alive. I'm pretty certain I'm alive... after all, I'm talking to you."

"Yes, you are, Mr. Chiba. You are. Are you certain you never got attacked by a sword to your back?"

"There's not a scratch on me of any sword, I assure you. I'm still wondering about Mr Kuhn's identity. Do you know if he used a different name while he was in Tokyo? Maybe he chose a Japanese name for easier pronunciation. Maybe I know him under a different name."

"Mr Chiba, I'll be totally honest with you now."

Great, why only now?

"I'm glad to hear that, Dr. Strobl."

"Personally, I have no doubt that Mr Kuhn has met you before, that your encounter has been very, hm, close. I have no doubts that many of the things he knows about you are true. The question is, when did he meet you? He says that it's more than eight years ago that he last travelled to Japan, and hasn't been there since.

But then, the informations he has revealed about you dates no further back than two years.

So if you're saying that you don't know him, and he's saying he more or less knows every step you did two years ago in Tokyo, but he denies he's been there in person, we have a bit of a contradiction."

"He says he hasn't been to Japan, I say I haven't met him here. I don't see the contradiction, Dr. Strobl, I'm sorry."

"Really, Mr. Chiba? Mr Kuhn can describe your life two years ago in astounding detail. Astounding. He remembers things that he can't have made up, things that you would never have noticed yourself.

Mr Chiba, you'll have to agree that the circumstances are very mysterious. What makes Mr Kuhn such an interesting witness is is that he can't tell reality apart from hallucinations. He's officially been diagnosed with a condition that makes him believe he's a different person, a mystical warrior, and that his actions are controlled by demons. This condition also makes him very dangerous..."

Someone who thinks he's Kunzite? Shin?

"... and what's worse is that he targets other schizophrenic people who he thinks are his allies, or his enemies. My clients have a seventeen year old daughter, and this dangerous man is trying to take control of her. They are very, very worried what could happen to her. People he has targeted before have ended up in hospital, Mr. Chiba. You can certainly see the situation is serious."

People he has targeted before... allies or enemies... what the hell is Kunzite doing over there?

"I'm sorry, Dr. Strobl, but I still don't see how I could help you when I don't remember that I've ever met the man you're talking about. Perhaps I could identify him if you sent me some photos."

"Well, Mr. Chiba, I'm afraid I can't do that. You have to understand that we don't want you to contact Mr. Kuhn."

I have to understand? Is that so? I think I understand too well. You have something to hide that you don't want me to talk to that Mr Kuhn about. You don't want me to find Kunzite, because you know once I hear his story, I'll take his side. You bet I will. Because it will be side opposing yours.

"Dr. Strobl. Please tell me if I understood you right. You say you believe that Mr. Kuhn is one of my closest friends, and at the same time you believe it'll take you to show me a picture of him to make me contact him because otherwise I wouldn't know who he is. What kind of a story is this? I think if you can't give me a really good reason to entrust any personal information to you, this conversation is over."

"The safety of a young girl is at stake. Doesn't this concern you at all?"

"I only have your word for it that she even exists. And why would the information if Mr Kuhn has met me in Tokyo or not be so vital for a girl in Germany?"

"Because we're trying to find out how dangerous Mr. Kuhn is. Would you say he's a violent man? Did he ever do something to scare you? Did he ever attack you? Did he ever attack young girls? How often? Would you say that this is his typical pattern of behaviour?"

"How would I know? I don't even know who you're talking about?"

"Do you know a person that could fit this description? Have you in the last two years met such a person, Mr. Chiba?"

"No."

Do you remember waking up at a planetary one day, without remembering how you got there?"

"No."

"Do you remember the briefcase you were carrying that day?"

"No."

"Do you remember being ambushed in the streets that day, by a man with a sword?"

"No."

"Did you ever have a girlfriend that was fifteen years old or even younger?"

"What?"

"Are you certain you never were involved in a series of jewel thefts in Tokyo? Robbing stores, wearing a mask and a tuxedo?"

"Excuse me?"

"Maybe I should ask the police of Tokyo these questions."

"I'm sure they yearn to hear the testimony of a man who hasn't set foot into the country but can give evidence from eyesight. How come Mr Kuhn can claim to know me from the other side of the planet and be believable enough for you to call me and ask me all these questions? What is it about him that you aren't telling me?"

The man on the other end of the line laughed his over sweetened laugh.

"I don't think there's much about him that I'd have to tell you. You know exactly who I'm talking about, Tuxedo Kamen. I can't get you for the jewel thefts, but you bet I can get you. Two years ago, you had an underage girl friend at the same time that Mr Kuhn speaks of having magical powers over a Japanese girl which is an incredibly unsettling coincidence, don't you think?

Now we have a huge problem with Mr Kuhn being way too interested in young girls again. If you don't have anything to do with Mr Kuhn and his problems, then you'll have to help us."

Mamoru now positively hated this phone call and the false guy at the other end. But he needed a bit more time, and more information. Luckily, he had had his laptop open at the beginning of the phone call, and now he tried to get some information on this guy.

The searching engine had already found a page of the law firm.

And hey, there were some findings on Karl Kuhn as well.

Newspaper articles.

This guy was in the news.

Not for assaulting young girls though.

Karl Kuhn was in the news for saving the planet.

"I don't think I have to do anything. I don't think you've been honest to me in any way. But thank you for pointing me towards this situation. That was really interesting to hear about, and I'll certainly keep an eye on it."

"Mr. Kuhn is a convicted criminal!"

"Yes, but chaining himself to a railroad in an act of political protest isn't the same as chaining down a girl."

"I see you know him well enough."

"The internet is an amazing thing, Dr. Strobl. I one second it told me more than you'd think."

"He kidnapped your girlfriend, Mr. Chiba. He undressed and dressed her like a doll. He tried to strangle her. How does that make you feel? Could it be you liked it? How does it feel to imagine he might do the same with another girl?"

That does it. This phone call is over.

"You have a pretty disgusting imagination, Mr. Strobl, and if you base your whole case on things that Kunzite did in subspace dimensions, good luck. I'd like to see the court that gives a shit about that. Don't ever call me again."

"It won't be necessary. You've been very helpful. Very helpful indeed. Good-buy, Tuxedo Kamen, and good luck to you, too."

Click.

It took Mamoru five minutes not to feel like he was covered in green slime or wanting to yell and throw things any more.

But when his head cleared again, the next cold water bucket hit him.

Kunzite.

I said Kunzite.

I confirmed his stories.

Damn!

What did I get Kunzite into just now?