Okay, so I was browsing around, and I saw the new(ish?) genre "Family," and I thought to myself, now what the heck is that? And thus, this lovely little drabble was born. It can be seen as a sequel of sorts to Masquerade, though it's not necessary to have read that first. If you have, great! But I'm not even really sure this is in the same time period.
Disclaimer: I'm not Japanese. I'm not old enough to have created Sailor Moon. I'm not rich enough to have bought it nor am I rich enough to own it. Draw your own conclusion.
Bedtime
"But Daddy... I'm not tired," the little girl in his arms protested, supressing a yawn as she did so.
"But Ren-chan, your mother will throw a fit if you don't go to bed."
Ren pouted.
"She might not let you go out for that picnic with Mako-oba-san tomorrow."
"But Yuri-chan was going to be there..."
"Well, if you don't go to bed, you won't get to see her."
She pouted some more, but crawled down from her father's arms and into her bed, where she sat and glared at her father with clear blue eyes just a few shades lighter than her mother's.
"Does someone need to be tickled?"
She shook her head, but didn't stop pouting and glaring.
"Tickle fight!"
He started tickling her, and in no time at all she was screaming with laughter.
"Daddy!"
He stopped tickling her.
"Are you still going to pout?"
She shook her head.
"Okay, then. Good night, Ren-hime," he said softly, patting her blond hair.
"Nighty-night, Daddy..."
She snuggled into her covers, and he shut off the lights.
He softly padded down the hallway until he came to a room that had the door cracked open. He peered inside and saw a woman with glasses perched on her nose curled up in a chair, reading a thick book.
"Hey."
"Hey. Is she asleep?"
He nodded.
"Good. You know, sometimes I miss the days when she was a new born, sleeping all the time and--"
"And waking up in the middle of the night."
He chuckled when she made a small face at the memory. "Come on, Ami. It's getting late. You should be getting to bed as well." He walked over and took her book away.
"Hey! Give that back!"
"Nope. Bedtime for Ami-chan, too!"
He scooped her body up, and her arms went around his neck out of instinct.
"Zoicite! Let me go!"
"Never," he whispered into her hair as he carried her down the hall and into their bedroom.
"Never?"
"Never."
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Well?