Little Moments: 100 Themes
#15: Mistake
Lillie Bell

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, Unix, or anything involving the internet.

This one's a little risque (not that much!), it's just funny how you innocently end up in this situation.

"Mamoru-san," Luna padded toward a tired Mamoru who was just closing and locking the apartment door. He shrugged off his jacket and removed his shoes before making his way toward her. "Usagi has to use the internet for a project and is having problems. I swear, I try and teach her how to work a computer and she never remembers."

Luna continued to grumble as he made his way into the room they had made into an office. He dropped his bag at the door and took in the site of his wife furiously clicking at an unmoving screen. The black cat was suddenly at his feet. "I'd help her, but I don't understand how to use your operating system. Really, Mamoru, you're as bad as Usagi. Why do you even need Unix?"

"It's the best," Mamoru grumbled, having had this conversation with Luna thousands of times, as he made his way to his beloved. He grabbed her furiously clicking hand and felt her melt against his chest that was hunched over her chair.

"Mamo-chan," she cooed, "my hero."

Ignoring the very obvious hearts in the blonde's eyes, he skillfully maneuvered into an internet browser, then to a search engine. His wife nudged him, and he turned to see her puckered lips. He chuckled softly and kissed her.

"Welcome home, honey," she bounced happily in her chair. He smiled and wheeled her chair closer to the computer. She pouted and quickly found the search bar.

Mamoru turned, intent on exiting the room and starting his own studying at the dining table. "What are you researching?"

"Medieval weaponry." She could feel his confused gaze at the nape of her neck and a small smile played onto her features. "It's for my history class."

The man nodded and made to grab his bag. He hoisted the lead weight onto his shoulder about to make his exit.

"Oh, this one's perfect. It says whips and chains!" Usagi exclaimed happily. Finally she was getting somewhere after fighting with the machine for hours.

Mamoru, however, being a bit more internet savvy turned with a look of horror on his face. He made a dramatic effort to stop the mouse from clicking on the innocent looking blue hyperlink. In slow motion, he could hear his voice trail in a drawn out "no" as he flew through the air and the petite finger slowly, millisecond-by-millisecond, descended upon the left mouse button.

Unfortunately, Mamoru didn't make it in time and suddenly the screen was filled with tactless pictures of bondage, women in leather with whips, and a very scary man overly enjoying the possibilities the mace in his hand held. More and more pictures sprouted on the screen of the computer as Usagi sat absolutely stunned by the images being shown to her. She never realized it was possible for people to configure themselves into some of the positions the pictures implied.

Mamoru, not quite so mesmerized and desperate to end the disturbing porn slideshow being played upon his monitor, grabbed the power cord and unplugged the entire system. The screen suddenly turned blank and Usagi blinked from the sudden absence of brightly colored photos. She turned bright blue eyes to her husband, who had a faint line of sweat at his brow and was breathing heavily for reasons she didn't understand. His tired eyes eventually moved to find hers staring with innocent curiosity at him.

"The third to last one didn't look so bad."

Mamoru, in the most dignified manner possible, face faulted to the floor.