Usagi Tsukino hummed happily to herself, looking over her dresses.
The blue one was too plain..the green one too elaborate..but, oh, the pink
halter dress was perfect! Not too fancy or too casual, it showed just the
right amount of skin and looked tre? chick.
The petite blonde betook herself into her bathroom, and changed into her chosen attire. She brushed her long hair until it resembled spun gold, and dabbed a little perfume behind her ears. Just enough to turn Mamo- chan on, she giggled naughtily.
Suddenly she heard the bell ring downstairs.
"Mum, can you get that?" She yelled, running for her shoes. While she was hurrying, Usagi didn't notice the stray cable lying across her carpet, and tripped face first into her bed.
"Owwwwwwwwww!" She wailed. Her face felt like it had been squashed. She got up unsteadily, and reluctantly turned towards her mirror to inspect the damage. Fortunately, the makeup she had applied earlier was still intact, and her hair looked as perfect as ever, the two adorable meatballs shining like twin moons.
Her mother poked her head into Usagi's room.
"What's taking you so long? Oh, look, you haven't even put on your shoes! Here, let me help." Ikuko Tsukino approached her daughter, sat her down on the bed, and laced up her pretty pink sandals.
"Usagi darling, are you sure you can walk in these shoes?" She asked worriedly, hoping Usagi wouldn't trip and hurt herself.
Usagi shook her head firmly.
"Mum, I have grown a lot over these past few years. I am now a woman, so of course I can manage a short walk in these shoes." She nodded her head for further emphasis.
Ikuko sighed, and wisely said nothing more. She got up and kissed her daughter on the cheek.
"Well, sweetie, just watch out tonight. I don't want Mamoru pressuring you into anything, OK?" She advised her daughter. Usagi blushed, but nodded.
"Don't worry. Mamo- chan is VERY responsible." Ikuko didn't know which way to take that, but she decided to trust Usagi on the matter. Usagi, although still clumsy and slightly irresponsible, was growing up quickly, and turning into a mature young woman.
Usagi sprang up and ran down the stairs, all dignity forgotten in her haste to see Mamoru.
"Mamo- chan!" She shrieked, throwing her arms around his waist.
Mamoru laughed, and lightly tousled her hair. Usagi, disappointed about not receiving a kiss, pouted.
"Usako, later. Not in front of your father." He whispered in her ear, eyeing her father nervously. Although Usagi's father had learned to accept Mamoru over the years, he was still uneasy about the fact that his precious little daughter was dating a man six years her senior.
"OK then, let's go. Bye Daddy! Bye Mum!" She yelled, dragging Mamoru outside, all the while ignoring her father's threats about what he would do to poor Mamoru if he laid a hand on his princess.
The couple walked to his car quietly, enjoying the fresh, warm air.
"Where are we going, Mamo- chan?" Usagi asked innocently, staring at him through her beautiful blue eyes.
"It's a surprise." He smiled down at her, then bent his head to give her a light kiss on the lips.
"Mmmmmmmm." Usagi murmured, her arms snaking around his neck to pull him closer.
"Usako, your dad's watching through the window." He commented a while later. The windows of his red sports car had gotten a little steamy, but he could still recognise the formidable silhouette of a tall man with glasses.
Mamoru pulled away from his angel, and turned on the car. For a couple of minutes they drove in complete silence, enjoying the comfortable peace.
Mamoru then turned into the driveway of an expensive Italian restaurant.
"I LOVE pasta! Oh, Mamo- chan, you're the greatest!" Usagi squealed delightedly.
He laughed again. He still couldn't believe how good Usagi made him feel. She was so innocent, so good, so beautiful, everything he could possibly want in a woman.
They were seated at an elegant little table for two, facing the window. The view was breathtaking. The city lights shimmered like millions of stars, illuminating the many sky scrapers and towers.
"Wow, it's so beautiful." Usagi sighed, her face flushed from excitement.
Then, to further her delight, Mamoru uttered the four sacred words.
"Order anything you want."
Usagi squealed, diving for the menu. Mamoru signalled a maitré de.
As she rattled of order after order, Mamoru sighed contently. He could get used to living like this. Seeing Usagi all the time, taking her out to dates, making her happy, LIVING with her. Forever.
He was startled out of his reverie by a loud clearing of the throat.
"Excuse me , Sir, would you also like to order?" The maitré de asked snootily. He poised his pencil over the small notepad in his hand, ready to write.
Mamoru gave him the order, and the maitré de walked away, promising to be back with their food in no time.
"So, are you enjoying yourself?" He asked Usagi.
She nodded fervently.
"Oh, yes. You're so good to me, Mamo- chan. I don't deserve you." She said sincerely, staring deep into his eyes.
"Non- sense. You make me feel so wonderful, it's a pleasure to buy you everything." He responded huskily.
Suddenly they were interrupted by the clanking of the dishes and cutlery.
"Enjoy your meal, and if there is any inconvenience, do not hesitate to tell us." The maitré de said haughtily, and strolled over to the next customer.
For the next ten minutes, a silence befell the happy couple. As Usagi munched blissfully, totally unaware that the best part of the evening was yet to come, Mamoru pondered his decision. Should he or shouldn't he? Was it too soon? She was, after all, still a child. But they were destined to be together, even Ami had said as much. With a firm nod, he came to a conclusion.
"Usako, there's something important that I need to ask you." He said quietly, taking her hand in his.
Usagi stopped eating instantly, her eyes widening hopefully.
Mamoru stood up, walked over, and kneeled beside her.
"Will you marry me?" He opened a small, velvet blue box, to reveal a beautiful, diamond ring.
Usagi jumped up, pulling him up with her.
"Of course I will Mamo- chan!" She hugged him tightly, her tears spilling on his shirt.
Mamoru slipped the ring on her finger gently, then cupped her face with his hands, kissing her softly.
"Usako, you have made me the happiest man on Earth."
The petite blonde betook herself into her bathroom, and changed into her chosen attire. She brushed her long hair until it resembled spun gold, and dabbed a little perfume behind her ears. Just enough to turn Mamo- chan on, she giggled naughtily.
Suddenly she heard the bell ring downstairs.
"Mum, can you get that?" She yelled, running for her shoes. While she was hurrying, Usagi didn't notice the stray cable lying across her carpet, and tripped face first into her bed.
"Owwwwwwwwww!" She wailed. Her face felt like it had been squashed. She got up unsteadily, and reluctantly turned towards her mirror to inspect the damage. Fortunately, the makeup she had applied earlier was still intact, and her hair looked as perfect as ever, the two adorable meatballs shining like twin moons.
Her mother poked her head into Usagi's room.
"What's taking you so long? Oh, look, you haven't even put on your shoes! Here, let me help." Ikuko Tsukino approached her daughter, sat her down on the bed, and laced up her pretty pink sandals.
"Usagi darling, are you sure you can walk in these shoes?" She asked worriedly, hoping Usagi wouldn't trip and hurt herself.
Usagi shook her head firmly.
"Mum, I have grown a lot over these past few years. I am now a woman, so of course I can manage a short walk in these shoes." She nodded her head for further emphasis.
Ikuko sighed, and wisely said nothing more. She got up and kissed her daughter on the cheek.
"Well, sweetie, just watch out tonight. I don't want Mamoru pressuring you into anything, OK?" She advised her daughter. Usagi blushed, but nodded.
"Don't worry. Mamo- chan is VERY responsible." Ikuko didn't know which way to take that, but she decided to trust Usagi on the matter. Usagi, although still clumsy and slightly irresponsible, was growing up quickly, and turning into a mature young woman.
Usagi sprang up and ran down the stairs, all dignity forgotten in her haste to see Mamoru.
"Mamo- chan!" She shrieked, throwing her arms around his waist.
Mamoru laughed, and lightly tousled her hair. Usagi, disappointed about not receiving a kiss, pouted.
"Usako, later. Not in front of your father." He whispered in her ear, eyeing her father nervously. Although Usagi's father had learned to accept Mamoru over the years, he was still uneasy about the fact that his precious little daughter was dating a man six years her senior.
"OK then, let's go. Bye Daddy! Bye Mum!" She yelled, dragging Mamoru outside, all the while ignoring her father's threats about what he would do to poor Mamoru if he laid a hand on his princess.
The couple walked to his car quietly, enjoying the fresh, warm air.
"Where are we going, Mamo- chan?" Usagi asked innocently, staring at him through her beautiful blue eyes.
"It's a surprise." He smiled down at her, then bent his head to give her a light kiss on the lips.
"Mmmmmmmm." Usagi murmured, her arms snaking around his neck to pull him closer.
"Usako, your dad's watching through the window." He commented a while later. The windows of his red sports car had gotten a little steamy, but he could still recognise the formidable silhouette of a tall man with glasses.
Mamoru pulled away from his angel, and turned on the car. For a couple of minutes they drove in complete silence, enjoying the comfortable peace.
Mamoru then turned into the driveway of an expensive Italian restaurant.
"I LOVE pasta! Oh, Mamo- chan, you're the greatest!" Usagi squealed delightedly.
He laughed again. He still couldn't believe how good Usagi made him feel. She was so innocent, so good, so beautiful, everything he could possibly want in a woman.
They were seated at an elegant little table for two, facing the window. The view was breathtaking. The city lights shimmered like millions of stars, illuminating the many sky scrapers and towers.
"Wow, it's so beautiful." Usagi sighed, her face flushed from excitement.
Then, to further her delight, Mamoru uttered the four sacred words.
"Order anything you want."
Usagi squealed, diving for the menu. Mamoru signalled a maitré de.
As she rattled of order after order, Mamoru sighed contently. He could get used to living like this. Seeing Usagi all the time, taking her out to dates, making her happy, LIVING with her. Forever.
He was startled out of his reverie by a loud clearing of the throat.
"Excuse me , Sir, would you also like to order?" The maitré de asked snootily. He poised his pencil over the small notepad in his hand, ready to write.
Mamoru gave him the order, and the maitré de walked away, promising to be back with their food in no time.
"So, are you enjoying yourself?" He asked Usagi.
She nodded fervently.
"Oh, yes. You're so good to me, Mamo- chan. I don't deserve you." She said sincerely, staring deep into his eyes.
"Non- sense. You make me feel so wonderful, it's a pleasure to buy you everything." He responded huskily.
Suddenly they were interrupted by the clanking of the dishes and cutlery.
"Enjoy your meal, and if there is any inconvenience, do not hesitate to tell us." The maitré de said haughtily, and strolled over to the next customer.
For the next ten minutes, a silence befell the happy couple. As Usagi munched blissfully, totally unaware that the best part of the evening was yet to come, Mamoru pondered his decision. Should he or shouldn't he? Was it too soon? She was, after all, still a child. But they were destined to be together, even Ami had said as much. With a firm nod, he came to a conclusion.
"Usako, there's something important that I need to ask you." He said quietly, taking her hand in his.
Usagi stopped eating instantly, her eyes widening hopefully.
Mamoru stood up, walked over, and kneeled beside her.
"Will you marry me?" He opened a small, velvet blue box, to reveal a beautiful, diamond ring.
Usagi jumped up, pulling him up with her.
"Of course I will Mamo- chan!" She hugged him tightly, her tears spilling on his shirt.
Mamoru slipped the ring on her finger gently, then cupped her face with his hands, kissing her softly.
"Usako, you have made me the happiest man on Earth."