Standard Disclaimers Apply
Cotton
285 words
Mamoru stared in horror at the Tuxedo Mask doll that he held in his hands. It looked like the doll had been attacked by a rabid dog. The little guy's arms were half falling off, and there was a rather large tear down the center of the doll as the cotton inside threatened to spill out. Mamoru couldn't help but feel like losing the contents in his own stomach looking at the miniature replica of himself. "Usako, tell me you didn't do this," Mamoru muttered unable to take his eyes off the pitiful doll.
"Eh-heh. I kinda did," Usagi stammered with an abashed grin.
"What did you do? Or should I ask what did I do to make you attack little Tuxedo Mask?" Mamoru was quickly running through the past few months trying to remember if he did anything to anger his girlfriend.
"No, no, Mamo-chan, it's not like that, it, uh, just got that way." Usagi shook her head violently, her twin strands whipping around her.
"It just got that way?" Mamoru repeated still incredulous.
"Yeah, I mean I hug it tightly imagining it is you as I sleep every night, and it just became like that." Usagi could feel face getting ever warmer looking at Mamoru's unfaltering expression of shock.
"So you're telling me that you loved it to pieces...literally? That's going to be me in the future?"
"Um, maybe?" Usagi couldn't quite look into Mamoru's eyes as she replied.
Smiling at the adorably embarrassed Usagi, Mamoru wrapped his arms around her. "Then I can't wait until I get to be loved to pieces every night." And although looking at the doll still made his stomach lurch a bit, Mamoru really meant it.