Other Side of the door
Chibiusa leaned on the counter in Mamoru's kitchen, her scarlet eyes alight and awake, peering into the boiling pot of water. Mamo was making stir fry and noodles tonight, Chibiusa's favourite. He'd even given her the special job of boiling the water. Take that, Usagi. She didn't get a special job.
Chibiusa hummed a merry tune and lightly rubbed her bunny-sock clad feet against the wood flooring.
"Mmm, I'm so excited," Said the pink-haired girl giddily, glancing down at the freshly polished floors, where Luna-P was. "Mamo-chan makes the best stir fry ever. Just like Daddy," She grinned cutely and went back to staring at the bubbles, foaming in the pot. Her hands rested on her neck, elbows on the counter.
"Mamo-chan! I think it's ready!" Chibiusa called cheerfully.
There was no answer. Just the sound of the boiling bubbles.
"Why isn't Mamo-chan answering me? Stay there, Luna-P."
She quietly padded across the kitchen and into the living room. Everything was neat as always, not a hair out of place. His books were stacked artfully on the table as always. But Mamo wasn't there.
"Mamo-chan?" She tried again, squinting down the hall way.
Chibiusa felt her way down the hall, hands lightly trailing over the walls and across the doors. That's when she heard the sound. A high-pitched giggle.
Her eyes narrowed. Mamo didn't giggle like that. Mamo didn't giggle at all.
The door to his room was cracked slightly open. Bracing her hands against the door, she peered through the small crack.
There, locked in a loving embrace, was Usagi and Mamoru. They were holding eachother tightly, Mamo's hands tangled in her blonde locks, his lips pressed against hers.
Usagi's head was tilted back, her long strands of hair grazing the floor, her eyes shut, cheeks as pink as roses. Her hands locked around Mamo-chan's neck, propped on her tiptoes.
Mamo looked happy too as he held Usagi to his chest. She figured Usagi must be warm there.
Chibiusa was entranced fixated by this sight. It gave her a sharp sense of nostalgia.
It reminded the little girl of the time she saw her parents in the garden of their home, holding hands and smiling at eachother with such adoration and love that it left Chibiusa wishing she had her own prince. Her own man staring at her with eyes like that.
It was beautiful.
Chibiusa backed away, her back bumping against the opposite wall. She could feel her own cheeks darkening.
One day, a man will kiss me just like that, she thought.
One day.