A series of old Sailor Moon drabbles I wrote a few years back, centering mostly around Usagi and Mamoru. The length varies from drabble to drabble, some are longer than others. Very few are true drabbles (exactly 100 words). There are supposed to be 100, but I never did get around to finishing them. That may change. It may not. In the meantime, I'll be reposting what I already wrote. With maybe a few revisions in between.
FYI, these are not written and posted in any sort of order. They're completely random and very few tie in with each other. These are not meant to be actual stories with any deep meaning hidden inside. They're merely snippets and glimpses into the lives of my two favorite characters.
#3 Hair
Characters: Usagi/Mamoru
Words: 467
Her hair was like strands of spun gold, glistening in the sunlight.
Such a cliché and overused saying, like something straight out of those cheesy, unrealistic chick flicks he detested so much. The kind of movie she probably loved, and would sit and squeal over for hours with her friends. He knew this because he'd witnessed the squealing first hand on more than one occasion.
Wasn't there some fairy tale or other about a princess having to spin straw into gold in order to prove herself to the fairy queen and thus win the hand of her prince? He imagined her hair was what that gold would have looked like; long, glistening ropes as soft as silk, scented and fragrant with enticing hints of lilies and rosemary. The kind of perfect, fairytale hair belonging to the perfect, fairytale princess.
Mamoru blinked, coming out of his daze, and glanced at his empty coffee cup suspiciously. Exactly how much caffeine had he consumed today, anyway?
He glanced back to the table, where the object of his current fixation was supposed to be sitting, gossiping with her gaggle of friends and whining about how much homework she had to finish (although he doubted she ever did any of it, anyway). To his surprise, a pair of suspicious blue eyes were staring back at him, exactly the color of blue crystals held up to the light…
Gaah! Stop that, Chiba!
They stared at each other for a long, appraising moment, dark cerulean holding crystal blue, before Mamoru allowed a faint smile to quirk his lips, raising his empty cup to her in a mock salute. The action appeared to break the spell.
Ignoring her friends' questioning protests, Usagi abruptly stood and struggled past their laps to march determinedly forward, a fierce scowl on her pretty face that she probably thought made her look threatening, but in actuality made her look adorable.
Like a kitten with her fur all ruffled, pretending to be a lion…
Mamoru mentally smacked himself, just before the girl reached him and stood with hands planted firmly on hips. "And just what is so fascinating about me that you have to keep boring holes into the back of my skull?" she demanded in a high, frustrated voice. "You're wigging me out!"
Mamoru regarded her for another moment, then smiled again, noting how she suddenly flushed and blinked and looked away, as if embarrassed. "Oh, nothing much," he replied lightly. "I was just admiring the way your hair shines in the sunlight, that's all. It's really beautiful, you know."
And with those words, he set the empty mug on the counter with a dull tunk, picked up his books, and proceeded to stroll casually out of the arcade, leaving an openmouthed and extremely speechless Usagi gaping after him.