A/N: I just wanted to get this out. I had been writing it in my head and needed it out. Its very short, but I like it.
Mamoru Chiba sat on the couch in the modestly decorated suburban home. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a pink boutonnière. It was a new experience to him to be wearing a tuxedo without a cape, top hat, or mask. His hands were in his lap, holding a pink corsage, drumming his fingers numbly on the case. He looked to the man sitting in the chair directly across from him. Kenji Tsukino was glaring at the twenty-one year old.
"So, Mamoru was it?" Kenji finally said gruffly. Mamoru was shocked that he had finally spoken to him. He could only nod dumbly. "How old are you?"
"T-twenty-one, sir."
Kenji brought his hands together in front of his face and closed his eyes for a moment. "You are aware that Usagi is only seventeen?"
"She'll be eighteen in about a month," Mamoru answered, hoping not to anger Usagi's father.
"And how long have you been dating my daughter?"
Mamoru looked up and thought about it for a moment. It seemed like he had been with her all his life, but it wasn't more than four years. "About three and a half years, sir."
"So, when you were dating a fourteen year old girl, my fourteen year old girl, when you were seventeen," Kenji said, stressing the ages carefully. Mamoru shrugged and nodded. "Is it that you can't find someone your own age, that you have to rob little girls of their innocence?"
"That's going a little far Mr. Tsukino. And the reason that I am dating Usagi is that she is a beautiful, smart, amazing girl with a heart big enough for anyone in the world. I love her, and I want to marry her."
Kenji was sipping his coffee and suddenly spit it out the instant he heard the last five words. "You want to marry her? Do you really think she's ready to be wed?"
"Yes I do," Mamoru said with a secret smile. He had asked his Usako last night if she would take him as her husband. She readily accepted, but told him that he had to ask her father before they told anyone. "Her actions in the past have shown me that she is ready."
"Her actions? What exactly are you talking about?" Kenji asked, suspicious. Then, without giving Mamoru a chance to respond, he said, "Have you slept with my daughter?"
The question didn't take Mamoru completely by surprise, but he still wasn't totally ready for it. The truth? Hmm… "Do you mean have we fallen asleep in each other's arms, or do you want to know if we have made love?" Mamoru asked with an arrogant smile.
"You little—" Kenji began, but then stopped himself. "I meant have you and Usagi made love."
"No, we haven't. You can sleep well. I haven't done anything to your daughter. Now, back to my question. May I have your permission to marry your daughter?"
"Can I have your permission to marry your daughter?"
Helios's voice brought Endymion out of his memories. He shook his head, blinking his eyes. Then his eyes focused on the young priest from Elysian. He pretended to be thinking about the question. "Well…of course you can, Helios! I can't think of a better match for our young Chibiusa." Helios's eyes bugged out, as if this was not the answer he had been expecting. Endymion put his arm around his neck and led him through the hall. "There are, however, a few fatherly questions I want to ask you…"