Little Moments: 100 Themes
#24: Dragonfly
Lillie Bell

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is owned by her creator, Naoko Takeuchi, and the anime productions companies. (Forgive the passive voice.)

"That one's ugly," Usagi said, her nose and lip curling up at the sight of the brown dragonfly.

"Oi, I think you hurt its feelings, Usa," Mamoru chuckled as the dragonfly hastily flew away from the park bench. They watched it zoom away before taking a seat on the bench together.

"Well, he was ugly. I like the green or blue ones," she chattered happily as a warm breeze fluttered through the park from the lake. Her hair danced as she turned merrily to her husband. "He's never going to get a date looking like that."

"I don't think he's looking for a date, Usako," he said softly.

"Why not? I thought all bugs were concerned with was procreating?" she asked, her face scrunching in contemplation in a way that always made his heart melt.

He smiled at her, kissing her temple, "He doesn't have to date to procreate."

Obviously this was not the thing to say because his small wife's blonde eyebrows crawled into her hairline. "Mamo-chan!" she screeched.

When he continued to look at her dumbfounded, she frowned and crossed her arms. "What a chauvinistic thing to say," she huffed.

"You said they only had procreation on their minds," he pointed out, treading softly. He knew that look on his wife's face and if he wasn't careful he was getting the couch as his companion tonight. Who would have thought a bug's procreating success would endanger his own.

Usagi, thankfully, seemed to mull over this one for a bit. She saw the desperation on her husband's face and knew he was imagining the couch he'd already slept on once this week. That was just for jokingly saying they could spray paint BEWARE on Rei's face.

And suddenly her face lit up and she jumped off the bench, stucking her hand in the air in her excitement. "Yoshi!"

At her husband's blank stare, she smiled dangerously, blowing him a kiss a la Sailor Venus style before rooting around in the bag at the edge of the bench. She missed his blushed at her very open flirting, but caught his attention as she stood from the bag. She had pulled out a can of leftover spray paint from an art project that had been due last week. She knew someone better than Rei that could use the pastel blue with metallic bits to add a little coloring to his/her otherwise less than sparkling personality. Correction, something.

With the same smile, she grabbed her husband's hand and darted after the offensively colored dragonfly, uncapping the spray paint and shaking the contents as she went along the path. Mamoru followed(/was dragged) with husbandly acceptance of his wife's oddities. He only hoped he could catch her before she was able to give the ugly bug a much needed "make-over."