Usagi and Mamoru
Signs of Affection
100 Drabbles
Fourteen - Closet
Words - 494
It was her wedding day and Usagi was resplendent in white. Soft music played in the background and everything seemed to float around her. The happy, smiling faces blurred together, here and there one coming into focus. Her mother and father. Her best friend and maid of honor, Naru. And there, at the head of the aisle he stood. Tall and dashing in his tuxedo.
Motoki smiled at her, that sweet, slightly oblivious smile of his and reached out a gloved hand to her. A slight blush rose in her cheeks and her hand slowly moved to take his. When they were mere millimeters apart a deep voice called out, "No! I will not permit this!"
She turned and from a flurry of rose petals stepped the handsome form of her hero, Tuxedo Kamen. "My darling," he intoned, "How can you go to him when my heart longs for naught but you." With a soft gasp she turned to Motoki who glared at his rival. He took a step back from her and the familiar rose petals swirled around him. His tuxedo remained the same but a mask materialized across his face and a cape at his back.
In shock and confusion, Usagi fell back. The two Tuxedo Kamen's whipped out their canes and began to do battle. Sparks flew where their weapons met. Sweat dribbled down the two men's faces and angry sneers marred their faces. Usagi cried out in terror. There was a roar, like lightning, and one of the darkly clad forms fell. Usagi screamed.
Jolting herself awake Usagi gasped in breaths, trying to slow her racing heart. Slowly she came to the realization that it was dark and she was cramped and uncomfortable. She did not have any idea where she might have been. Gathering her breath for another scream she swallowed it in surprise when a door opened in the darkness. A tall, masculine figure stood in the blinding light. Squinting, Usagi stammered, "T-Tuxedo Kamen?"
A cocky laugh alerted her to her mistake and made clear who stood before her. "Mamoru-baka? What are you-? What am I doing here? Is this a closet?"
Mamoru smirked and leaned down over her, "You fell asleep at the counter. You wouldn't wake up and you were snoring so loudly we had to do something with you."
Usagi leapt to her feet, spluttering with rage. Over Mamoru's shoulder she saw Motoki cleaning a cup, carefully not looking at her. His face was bright red. Deciding offhand that it must be all Mamoru's fault she rounded on him. "You... you jerk! Why can't you be more like M-" she cut off, he had let Mamoru put her in the closet after all. "Why can't you be more like Tuxedo Kamen!" With that she stomped on his foot and marched out of the arcade.
Mamoru stared after her with large, amused eyes.