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Little Moments: 100 Themes
#93: Genie
Note: There's a pun here. I doubt anyone will really know it, but the dork in me had to put it in there.
The girls were laughing like hyenas when Mamoru entered the arcade. At least he wouldn’t have to ask Motoki the location of his wife and her friends. He waved at his friend before heading to the table of guffawing teenagers. Though he was shaking his head during his approach, he had an appreciable smile on his face and glint in his eye.
“Ami-chan,” Makoto was gasping while the rest sputtered for air. “Only you would ask a genie for the box holding scrotum’s ginger cat!”
“That’s Schrodinger!” Ami squeaked, blushing profoundly at the brunette’s mistake. Did no one else notice what word she just said? The blush amplified as a tall, dark-haired man poked at his doubled-over wife. Usagi caught her breath with effort before sliding over and letting him into the booth. Mamoru raised an eyebrow at Ami and she instantly knew he’d recognized Mako-chan’s slip. Utterly humiliate, the girl slid down in the booth and pulled the napkin dispenser into his line of vision-it was her only means of defense. She could just see the lines written on the reflective silver surface:
Here lies Mizuno Ami: taken from this Earth before her genius could truly be shown.
Mamoru didn’t take the situation quite as dramatically as the blue-haired girl and dared to chuckle at her expense. The other girls took in the Ami Napkin Dispenser Defensive and decided to move on with their inquiry. Minako perked at Mako-chan and asked her the question that had caused such an interesting answer.
“If you found a genie, and he could grant you any three wishes, what would they be?”
Green eyes rolled to the ceiling as the brunette thought it over. The table became conspicuously quiet as she continued to mull over the query laid before her. She tapped her chin before answering. “A flower and cake shop, a really cool apartment, and…”
“That’s three already!” Rei accused the overzealous girl.
A flash of green orbs met violet before Mako-chan continued: “And for my sempai to come back to me.”
Four heads drooped to the table. “Mako-chan,” Usagi started wearily until Minako broke in cheerfully.
“Way to keep love alive!” Before anyone had time to blink at he blonde’s bubbly answer, she turned on the only male and, subsequently, unquestioned member of the group.
“So, Mamoru-san,” she ventured sweetly. The man could feel cavities forming from the sickeningly sweet, if not almost creepily malicious, grin on the blonde’s face. “If you had three wishes what would they be?”
The man made way to open his mouth but stopped as Rei snorted. “Remember, Mamoru-san, we’re in high school; keep it PG.”
The married couple blushed slightly. More to say, Mamoru looked slightly embarrassed while Usagi was in full-fledged tomato-impression mode. A few seconds of silence permeated the atmosphere as Rei simply gloated in successfully making the two nervous. Finally, Mamoru coughed unsteadily and the priestess dropped her intense stare.
“I only have one wish,” he answered softly though he kept a steady gaze on the girls before him.
He wound an arm around Usagi’s shoulders, oblivious to the fact that her face was nearing a normal shade once again. He leant down to her ear and she nearly yelped at his sudden proximity. He also seemed immune to the fact that his mouth that close to her ear did crazy things to her. Her toes were beginning to curl and slivers of heat were rising and coiling along her tense spine as he let out a soft breath against her overly sensitive ear. Oh, this is so not going to be PG.
He whispered softly in her ear and the girls watched as the blonde’s eyes grew by epic proportions. A ladylike blush smeared across her cheeks once more as her hands came up to cover her slightly opened mouth. She turned sparkling eyes filled with sudden insight to him and he nodded gently before kissing her forehead and exiting the bench. The girls watched as he made his way over the Motoki before they turned to their princess, ready for an all-out interrogation that would put the FBI to shame.
A small smile was on her face, and she simply shook her head before also exiting the bench. She walked up behind Mamoru, sneaking her hand into his before pressing her face into his back. He threaded and squeezed their ringed fingers together as she inhaled his scent. She had never realized how close they were to their true dreams. Soon.
Mamoru turned and they shared a smile full of apprehension, adoration, anticipation, and elation. He leaned down and kissed her gentle, expectant lips before the two made their departure.
I only need one last wish, Usako: Children.
Little Moments: 100 Themes
#25: Caramel Apple
“Mmmm,” was all Minako could say. A round of nods followed, showing that the girls agreed that caramel apples were certainly a good treat on an autumn day. They watched the cold wind blow from the sanctity of the diner above the arcade.
“Everything tastes better dipped in caramel,” Rei emphasized with a large bite.
“Especially chocolate,” Makoto cheered.
“Or cherries,” Ami added.
“Or ice cream,” Minako concluded with a smile. She nudged the blonde who had yet to say anything. Usagi was staring out the window nibbling at the caramel ball atop the stick in her hand. The elbow pushed Usagi’s thoughts from her mind and out her mouth before she could stop them or remember what the topic at hand was.
“Or Mamo-chan.”
Little Moments: 100 Themes
#98: All’s Fair in Love and War
How do I manage to get myself in these situations?
“Mamoru, this has to be the stupidest idea ever,” Motoki groaned. He was standing in the middle of an aisle in the grocery store. He checked the aisle for vacancy once more before stealthily risking a glance to his associate. While the blonde stood pressed against the racks, his back as far from the other side of the aisle as possible, his counterpart was a few feet away and totally smug staring at the many plastic packages dotting the opposite side of the aisle. They’d been there a good twenty minutes without much divine intervention, such as lightning or thunder, or even a tornado to rip them from the accursed aisle, occurring. It was not for Motoki’s lack of praying, though. Praying that increased a thousand fold whenever a cart came around the corner and down the aisle.
A familiar squeaking noise signaled another cart and Motoki forlornly looked away and look as nonchalant as possible. In his attempt to meld into the aisle, go into all-out chameleon mode, or at least possibly look as if he somehow belonged in the “forbidden aisle” he grabbed an item on the shelf before him. The cart passed and he let out a breath he was holding. As the cart made the corner at the end of the aisle, he carefully sat back his prop in its appropriate place. He hadn’t even taken the time to look at what it was.
“You know, for not wanting to be here, you’ve certainly taken an interest in over-the-counter medication for treating yeast infections.”
“Can I help you?” The pharmacist assistant was watching the two women for twenty minutes as they both fiddled through the chapsticks in front of the counter. At first she thought they were trying to steal the premium beeswax innocently displayed. Then she noticed their nervousness was not directed at the chapsticks; rather, the small cylinders of addictive goop were simply a cover. She had raised an eyebrow and come over to inquire if her services were needed.
Usagi yelped at the unexpected attention of the woman behind the counter. The two quickly shook their heads and headed farther down from the window, inadvertently keeping their site from the aisle opposite the window.
“Usagi, you’re so stubborn. It’s your fault we’re stuck here,” Reika complained, shooting a glance over her shoulder. When her eyes trailed to the opposite wall and their intended purchase, she blushed a cherry red inadvertently matching some of the colored boxes hanging in uniform rows in a small niche of the aisle.
The blonde at her shoulder hissed, in the twenty-five minutes they were standing in the aisle she had not been able to even risk a glance at the aisle opposite them. “I haven’t seen you leave yet. Even if it is stupid, I don’t see you running to Motoki.”
The brunette clamped her mouth shut. No. She could not bring herself to admit defeat so easily.
Little Moments: 100 Themes
#96: Catch 22
Mamoru was flopped happily on the couch awaiting the arrival of his wife. He could hear her scurrying about in their bedroom, fighting to be ready in time to make it to the hospital’s anniversary banquet.
He fiddled with the straight collar of his tuxedo. Without the weight of his cape, the familiar silk around his eyes, or the suffocating grasp of his bowtie he felt oddly naked. In fact, the rented tuxedo felt so uncomfortable he was three seconds away from just transforming and cutting his losses with the rental charges. If she takes any longer…
The door to their bedroom opened and there stood his beautiful wife, the one and only love of his life. Her blonde hair was stacked upon her head and he simply wondered at the impossible feat. His eyes had yet to skim the rest of her body when she shuffled closer to him.
“Mamo-chan,” she started, swaying a bit with the length of the new dress. She was trying to turn to the side a bit in order to sneak through the space between the couch and loveseat. Mamoru, however, took the chance to admire her profile until he noticed her slightly disgruntled face. She continued to make her way towards him when he paled considerably.
A new dress meant he was going to get the question. He licked his lips, trying vainly to think of a simple, neutral answer that would not land him on the doorstep. This was not the sort of question that simply left him with a night of uncomfortable sleep on the sofa. The results of her inquisition could have him outside on the balcony if he was lucky. He quickly remembered Motoki was working at the hospital late that night and the small bit of hope that was building in the face of adversity died.
Usagi turned, having finally made her way through the couches without snagging the embroidered lace of her topskirt, and opened her mouth to ask her husband if he’d seen her shoes. If she remembered correctly, the last time she wore them he had been rather hasty to remove them and the next morning she could not find them in the pile of evening dress and hose. His face, however, had taken on an absolutely petrified expression and he seemed to be moving his lips in a manner that implied intense thought. Deciding he was being very strange, she made her way around the room and the hallway until finally finding the black heels hidden behind the hamper.
Slipping them on, she made her way out into the living room again and her standing husband. Before the smile could make its way across her face, Mamoru blurted out with a slightly wavering lilt: “You’re beautiful.”
He proceeded to quickly grab her evening coat and slug it over her shoulders and usher out of the apartment. Luna and Artemis, the latest addition to the Chiba household, watched as the two left.
“What was the deal with him?”
Artemis couldn’t even smile, understanding the grave matter that caused such an awkward moment for the man. “The ultimate question,” he explained. “Does this make me look fat.”
Little Moments: 100 Themes
#94: Fan Club
Usagi walked out alone to the gate where she was supposed to meet her friends. One of the teachers had pulled her aside after class and congratulated her on her sudden focus and rising grades. A blush had come to her face when asked what had caused the sudden change. The blonde couldn’t very well say that her husband was tutoring her, or being to mention the prize he awarded when she was correct. A faint blush was spreading across her cheeks before she could stop it, and the small smile only thoughts of him could bring was creeping over her face.
The mass of student hovering in a crescent around the front of the gate drove the musings from her mind. She carefully picked her way to the front, knowing her friends would be waiting. She caught bits and pieces of conversation, but short of “gorgeous” explained the levy of students. Finally, breaking through the immobile students whom she suddenly noticed were mostly girls, while the guys stood in a circle to the side with looks of disdain at having lost the attention of the girls.
What the…
“Usako,” a deep voice breathed and suddenly arms were wrapped around her. She turned in his embrace and smiled up at her husband towering a full head and a half above her. She nuzzled her chest before her arms came around his waist. When a groan was clearly audible from the girls behind her, she suddenly understood the nature of the hold up.
“Mamo-chan,” she scolded and he smiled genuinely. A swoon went up from the peanut gallery, with the sound of a few girls truly fainting at the splendor, and Usagi continued with a bit more bitter sweetness. “I might have to wear my wedding band if your fan club continues to ogle you like this.”
The dark-haired man simply chuckled, low and deep in resonance, before pulling the blonde into his embrace. She didn’t seem to notice an equal groan coming from the gaggle of boys. He smirked and even dared to send a triumphant sneer at them. “I could say the same to you, Usa,” he whispered in a feather-light caress of her hair.
Little Moments: 100 Themes
#31: Weapon
Mamoru had learned early on, before he bent his knee and put the ring on her finger, that Usagi had power over him. Well, Usagi had power over the universe. Without the channeling power of the ginzuishou, however, she still had power over him. In very few things did he disagree with her simply because she would eventually turn him to her side even if it was illogical. It certainly hadn’t been his fantasy to run through the streets of Tokyo in a tuxedo. But it could have been worse. She at least didn’t have any carnal desire for Speedos and tights; Clark Kent had it rough.
Clearly, from his long-standing relationship with one Tsukino Usagi, now formally know as Chiba Usagi, and once known as Her Grace the Princess Serenity, the man had learned the levels of weaponry the blonde would unleash upon him. And as she was standing there, going through the routine, he counted them off as they came:
The childish glare that he had dared disagree with her.
The coquettish smile that meant the wheels were turning and spelled out: You will acquiesce.
The debonair aura would fade and she would be plastered to every part of his body she could reach. There were days he’d arrogantly let her come to this point in order to take advantage of the situation. He would never admit it to her, though; for fear that it would fall from her repertoire.
The seductress would fall away to the childish nature once again and he would get the pout. Leaving her to pout for a minute, she would then up the anti and her bottom lip would tremble. If he looked to be at the breaking point, she would lean in close to him and start to widen her eyes. This was the precursor to the dreaded puppy-dog look that usually caught him by the mouth-hook, line, and sinker.
Today, however, he was putting his foot down. He had made it to the puppy dog look and was wondering what was awaiting him after a full ten minutes of staring at her big, bubbly eyes looking up at him with so much innocence that he knew better than to believe. Why, just the other night, she had-
In a flash of light, he stared at the princess of a millennium ago. He stared at her dumbfounded, but more than happy to take in the way the dress fit her like a glove. She very rarely went into any form, so he took the opportunities afforded him. She noticed his attention and a dangerous smirk came to across her face. Mamoru held his ground, though he could quickly feel dread overcoming his need to preserve his dignity.
Two days later, Mamoru walked into the arcade with lavender hair. Motoki sneered at him and whistled. Only one word need escape his lips: “Whipped.”
Well, some of these are true drabbles (FINALLY!) ^_^
Little Moments: 100 Themes
#93: Genie
Note: There's a pun here. I doubt anyone will really know it, but the dork in me had to put it in there.
The girls were laughing like hyenas when Mamoru entered the arcade. At least he wouldn’t have to ask Motoki the location of his wife and her friends. He waved at his friend before heading to the table of guffawing teenagers. Though he was shaking his head during his approach, he had an appreciable smile on his face and glint in his eye.
“Ami-chan,” Makoto was gasping while the rest sputtered for air. “Only you would ask a genie for the box holding scrotum’s ginger cat!”
“That’s Schrodinger!” Ami squeaked, blushing profoundly at the brunette’s mistake. Did no one else notice what word she just said? The blush amplified as a tall, dark-haired man poked at his doubled-over wife. Usagi caught her breath with effort before sliding over and letting him into the booth. Mamoru raised an eyebrow at Ami and she instantly knew he’d recognized Mako-chan’s slip. Utterly humiliate, the girl slid down in the booth and pulled the napkin dispenser into his line of vision-it was her only means of defense. She could just see the lines written on the reflective silver surface:
Here lies Mizuno Ami: taken from this Earth before her genius could truly be shown.
Mamoru didn’t take the situation quite as dramatically as the blue-haired girl and dared to chuckle at her expense. The other girls took in the Ami Napkin Dispenser Defensive and decided to move on with their inquiry. Minako perked at Mako-chan and asked her the question that had caused such an interesting answer.
“If you found a genie, and he could grant you any three wishes, what would they be?”
Green eyes rolled to the ceiling as the brunette thought it over. The table became conspicuously quiet as she continued to mull over the query laid before her. She tapped her chin before answering. “A flower and cake shop, a really cool apartment, and…”
“That’s three already!” Rei accused the overzealous girl.
A flash of green orbs met violet before Mako-chan continued: “And for my sempai to come back to me.”
Four heads drooped to the table. “Mako-chan,” Usagi started wearily until Minako broke in cheerfully.
“Way to keep love alive!” Before anyone had time to blink at he blonde’s bubbly answer, she turned on the only male and, subsequently, unquestioned member of the group.
“So, Mamoru-san,” she ventured sweetly. The man could feel cavities forming from the sickeningly sweet, if not almost creepily malicious, grin on the blonde’s face. “If you had three wishes what would they be?”
The man made way to open his mouth but stopped as Rei snorted. “Remember, Mamoru-san, we’re in high school; keep it PG.”
The married couple blushed slightly. More to say, Mamoru looked slightly embarrassed while Usagi was in full-fledged tomato-impression mode. A few seconds of silence permeated the atmosphere as Rei simply gloated in successfully making the two nervous. Finally, Mamoru coughed unsteadily and the priestess dropped her intense stare.
“I only have one wish,” he answered softly though he kept a steady gaze on the girls before him.
He wound an arm around Usagi’s shoulders, oblivious to the fact that her face was nearing a normal shade once again. He leant down to her ear and she nearly yelped at his sudden proximity. He also seemed immune to the fact that his mouth that close to her ear did crazy things to her. Her toes were beginning to curl and slivers of heat were rising and coiling along her tense spine as he let out a soft breath against her overly sensitive ear. Oh, this is so not going to be PG.
He whispered softly in her ear and the girls watched as the blonde’s eyes grew by epic proportions. A ladylike blush smeared across her cheeks once more as her hands came up to cover her slightly opened mouth. She turned sparkling eyes filled with sudden insight to him and he nodded gently before kissing her forehead and exiting the bench. The girls watched as he made his way over the Motoki before they turned to their princess, ready for an all-out interrogation that would put the FBI to shame.
A small smile was on her face, and she simply shook her head before also exiting the bench. She walked up behind Mamoru, sneaking her hand into his before pressing her face into his back. He threaded and squeezed their ringed fingers together as she inhaled his scent. She had never realized how close they were to their true dreams. Soon.
Mamoru turned and they shared a smile full of apprehension, adoration, anticipation, and elation. He leaned down and kissed her gentle, expectant lips before the two made their departure.
I only need one last wish, Usako: Children.
Little Moments: 100 Themes
#25: Caramel Apple
“Mmmm,” was all Minako could say. A round of nods followed, showing that the girls agreed that caramel apples were certainly a good treat on an autumn day. They watched the cold wind blow from the sanctity of the diner above the arcade.
“Everything tastes better dipped in caramel,” Rei emphasized with a large bite.
“Especially chocolate,” Makoto cheered.
“Or cherries,” Ami added.
“Or ice cream,” Minako concluded with a smile. She nudged the blonde who had yet to say anything. Usagi was staring out the window nibbling at the caramel ball atop the stick in her hand. The elbow pushed Usagi’s thoughts from her mind and out her mouth before she could stop them or remember what the topic at hand was.
“Or Mamo-chan.”
Little Moments: 100 Themes
#98: All’s Fair in Love and War
How do I manage to get myself in these situations?
“Mamoru, this has to be the stupidest idea ever,” Motoki groaned. He was standing in the middle of an aisle in the grocery store. He checked the aisle for vacancy once more before stealthily risking a glance to his associate. While the blonde stood pressed against the racks, his back as far from the other side of the aisle as possible, his counterpart was a few feet away and totally smug staring at the many plastic packages dotting the opposite side of the aisle. They’d been there a good twenty minutes without much divine intervention, such as lightning or thunder, or even a tornado to rip them from the accursed aisle, occurring. It was not for Motoki’s lack of praying, though. Praying that increased a thousand fold whenever a cart came around the corner and down the aisle.
A familiar squeaking noise signaled another cart and Motoki forlornly looked away and look as nonchalant as possible. In his attempt to meld into the aisle, go into all-out chameleon mode, or at least possibly look as if he somehow belonged in the “forbidden aisle” he grabbed an item on the shelf before him. The cart passed and he let out a breath he was holding. As the cart made the corner at the end of the aisle, he carefully sat back his prop in its appropriate place. He hadn’t even taken the time to look at what it was.
“You know, for not wanting to be here, you’ve certainly taken an interest in over-the-counter medication for treating yeast infections.”
“Can I help you?” The pharmacist assistant was watching the two women for twenty minutes as they both fiddled through the chapsticks in front of the counter. At first she thought they were trying to steal the premium beeswax innocently displayed. Then she noticed their nervousness was not directed at the chapsticks; rather, the small cylinders of addictive goop were simply a cover. She had raised an eyebrow and come over to inquire if her services were needed.
Usagi yelped at the unexpected attention of the woman behind the counter. The two quickly shook their heads and headed farther down from the window, inadvertently keeping their site from the aisle opposite the window.
“Usagi, you’re so stubborn. It’s your fault we’re stuck here,” Reika complained, shooting a glance over her shoulder. When her eyes trailed to the opposite wall and their intended purchase, she blushed a cherry red inadvertently matching some of the colored boxes hanging in uniform rows in a small niche of the aisle.
The blonde at her shoulder hissed, in the twenty-five minutes they were standing in the aisle she had not been able to even risk a glance at the aisle opposite them. “I haven’t seen you leave yet. Even if it is stupid, I don’t see you running to Motoki.”
The brunette clamped her mouth shut. No. She could not bring herself to admit defeat so easily.
Little Moments: 100 Themes
#96: Catch 22
Mamoru was flopped happily on the couch awaiting the arrival of his wife. He could hear her scurrying about in their bedroom, fighting to be ready in time to make it to the hospital’s anniversary banquet.
He fiddled with the straight collar of his tuxedo. Without the weight of his cape, the familiar silk around his eyes, or the suffocating grasp of his bowtie he felt oddly naked. In fact, the rented tuxedo felt so uncomfortable he was three seconds away from just transforming and cutting his losses with the rental charges. If she takes any longer…
The door to their bedroom opened and there stood his beautiful wife, the one and only love of his life. Her blonde hair was stacked upon her head and he simply wondered at the impossible feat. His eyes had yet to skim the rest of her body when she shuffled closer to him.
“Mamo-chan,” she started, swaying a bit with the length of the new dress. She was trying to turn to the side a bit in order to sneak through the space between the couch and loveseat. Mamoru, however, took the chance to admire her profile until he noticed her slightly disgruntled face. She continued to make her way towards him when he paled considerably.
A new dress meant he was going to get the question. He licked his lips, trying vainly to think of a simple, neutral answer that would not land him on the doorstep. This was not the sort of question that simply left him with a night of uncomfortable sleep on the sofa. The results of her inquisition could have him outside on the balcony if he was lucky. He quickly remembered Motoki was working at the hospital late that night and the small bit of hope that was building in the face of adversity died.
Usagi turned, having finally made her way through the couches without snagging the embroidered lace of her topskirt, and opened her mouth to ask her husband if he’d seen her shoes. If she remembered correctly, the last time she wore them he had been rather hasty to remove them and the next morning she could not find them in the pile of evening dress and hose. His face, however, had taken on an absolutely petrified expression and he seemed to be moving his lips in a manner that implied intense thought. Deciding he was being very strange, she made her way around the room and the hallway until finally finding the black heels hidden behind the hamper.
Slipping them on, she made her way out into the living room again and her standing husband. Before the smile could make its way across her face, Mamoru blurted out with a slightly wavering lilt: “You’re beautiful.”
He proceeded to quickly grab her evening coat and slug it over her shoulders and usher out of the apartment. Luna and Artemis, the latest addition to the Chiba household, watched as the two left.
“What was the deal with him?”
Artemis couldn’t even smile, understanding the grave matter that caused such an awkward moment for the man. “The ultimate question,” he explained. “Does this make me look fat.”
Little Moments: 100 Themes
#94: Fan Club
Usagi walked out alone to the gate where she was supposed to meet her friends. One of the teachers had pulled her aside after class and congratulated her on her sudden focus and rising grades. A blush had come to her face when asked what had caused the sudden change. The blonde couldn’t very well say that her husband was tutoring her, or being to mention the prize he awarded when she was correct. A faint blush was spreading across her cheeks before she could stop it, and the small smile only thoughts of him could bring was creeping over her face.
The mass of student hovering in a crescent around the front of the gate drove the musings from her mind. She carefully picked her way to the front, knowing her friends would be waiting. She caught bits and pieces of conversation, but short of “gorgeous” explained the levy of students. Finally, breaking through the immobile students whom she suddenly noticed were mostly girls, while the guys stood in a circle to the side with looks of disdain at having lost the attention of the girls.
What the…
“Usako,” a deep voice breathed and suddenly arms were wrapped around her. She turned in his embrace and smiled up at her husband towering a full head and a half above her. She nuzzled her chest before her arms came around his waist. When a groan was clearly audible from the girls behind her, she suddenly understood the nature of the hold up.
“Mamo-chan,” she scolded and he smiled genuinely. A swoon went up from the peanut gallery, with the sound of a few girls truly fainting at the splendor, and Usagi continued with a bit more bitter sweetness. “I might have to wear my wedding band if your fan club continues to ogle you like this.”
The dark-haired man simply chuckled, low and deep in resonance, before pulling the blonde into his embrace. She didn’t seem to notice an equal groan coming from the gaggle of boys. He smirked and even dared to send a triumphant sneer at them. “I could say the same to you, Usa,” he whispered in a feather-light caress of her hair.
Little Moments: 100 Themes
#31: Weapon
Mamoru had learned early on, before he bent his knee and put the ring on her finger, that Usagi had power over him. Well, Usagi had power over the universe. Without the channeling power of the ginzuishou, however, she still had power over him. In very few things did he disagree with her simply because she would eventually turn him to her side even if it was illogical. It certainly hadn’t been his fantasy to run through the streets of Tokyo in a tuxedo. But it could have been worse. She at least didn’t have any carnal desire for Speedos and tights; Clark Kent had it rough.
Clearly, from his long-standing relationship with one Tsukino Usagi, now formally know as Chiba Usagi, and once known as Her Grace the Princess Serenity, the man had learned the levels of weaponry the blonde would unleash upon him. And as she was standing there, going through the routine, he counted them off as they came:
The childish glare that he had dared disagree with her.
The coquettish smile that meant the wheels were turning and spelled out: You will acquiesce.
The debonair aura would fade and she would be plastered to every part of his body she could reach. There were days he’d arrogantly let her come to this point in order to take advantage of the situation. He would never admit it to her, though; for fear that it would fall from her repertoire.
The seductress would fall away to the childish nature once again and he would get the pout. Leaving her to pout for a minute, she would then up the anti and her bottom lip would tremble. If he looked to be at the breaking point, she would lean in close to him and start to widen her eyes. This was the precursor to the dreaded puppy-dog look that usually caught him by the mouth-hook, line, and sinker.
Today, however, he was putting his foot down. He had made it to the puppy dog look and was wondering what was awaiting him after a full ten minutes of staring at her big, bubbly eyes looking up at him with so much innocence that he knew better than to believe. Why, just the other night, she had-
In a flash of light, he stared at the princess of a millennium ago. He stared at her dumbfounded, but more than happy to take in the way the dress fit her like a glove. She very rarely went into any form, so he took the opportunities afforded him. She noticed his attention and a dangerous smirk came to across her face. Mamoru held his ground, though he could quickly feel dread overcoming his need to preserve his dignity.
Two days later, Mamoru walked into the arcade with lavender hair. Motoki sneered at him and whistled. Only one word need escape his lips: “Whipped.”
Well, some of these are true drabbles (FINALLY!) ^_^