I never created Sailor Moon.
Confusion appeared in Mamoru's eyes as soon as a man ran by him. They settled on the bag that the man held. They widened as soon as he recognized it as a bag from one bank. Frowning, he began to pursue the man. Mamoru remembered the stones he always carried in a pocket.
Jadeite. Kunzite. Nephrite. Zoisite.
Stones containing the spirits of Mamoru's advisors. There was certainly no need for them to advise him. So he assumed.
Mamoru tackled the robber and caused him to drop the bag. Stones were revealed. Several gems. The same one as...
Mamoru's eyes were wide again the minute he noticed the empty pocket where the stones usually were.
''Zoisite? Jadeite? Nephrite? Kunzite?''
Eyes were on the piles of gems.
Mamoru's shoulders slumped before he sorted every gem. He never heard the sounds of cop car sirens.
The spirits of Mamoru's guardians materialized above their gems. They smiled as they viewed him searching for them.
''Should we let our master know that we're near the robber?'' Zoisite asked Kunzite after he turned to him.
''Later,'' Kunzite said while Mamoru continued the search.
THE END
