Prompt: Possession - written for
fic_15 Fandom: Sailor Moon
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Ikuko wasn’t old enough for this. How was she supposed to know what to do?
She gripped a coffee mug tightly in her hands, wrapping her fingers around the warm ceramic, trying to breathe deep.
It was supposed to help.
“MAMA! Mama, Shingo took my toy!”
Ikuko looked down at Usagi, hair strands coming haphazardly out of the ponytail Ikuko had spent ten minutes getting perfect. Bumps and static took place of her momentary perfection.
Ikuko sighed. “Usagi, you have to learn to share. He’s your younger brother.”
Usagi’s face scrunched up tight and Ikuko felt her shoulders tense up in anticipation of the impending argument and subsequent tantrum.
It was deterred, however, by Shingo toddling into the room, quite happily hanging onto Usagi’s stuffed rabbit.
Usagi stomped one foot and made a grab at the desired item. Shingo hung on and started bawling. Usagi started screaming.
Ikuko looked up. How was this supposed to be the good years?
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Ikuko was too old for this. She’d done this too many times to have to do it again.
Wearily, she rested her elbows on the table and sipped her coffee, waiting for the-
“MAMA!” There it was.
“Ikuko-mama!”
“Chibi-Usa’s getting in my things again! Tell her to keep out!”
“Usagi won’t share!”
Taking a deep breath, Ikuko instinctively went through the points she would have to hit: privacy, sharing, looking up to, understanding, respect, age difference.
Almost on auto-pilot, Ikuko began.
She couldn’t remember: was it supposed to get worse or better after the teens?
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Usagi was too young for this. She didn’t know how to handle it. She leaned on Mamoru, trusting him to take care of her.
“Mama,” she whispered.
Ikuko smiled tiredly, faintly squeezing Usagi’s hand in one hand and Shingo’s in the other. She lifted her chin a bit, trying to catch a glimpse of Chibi-Usa.
Mamoru gently set Usagi on the bed and tilted his arms to Ikuko could have a better look. Ikuko lifted an arm and stroked the baby’s foot, causing Chibi-Usa to jerk in response.
Ikuko closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She wished one of the kids had made coffee - the smell always comforted her, made her feel at home.
Settling down deep in the sheets, she fell asleep holding Usagi and Shingo’s hands. She knew what was coming next, and it wasn’t so bad.
But then again, the past 30 years hadn’t been so bad.
Ikuko fell asleep deciding that the past 30 years had actually been pretty good.