100 Themes: Little Moments
21: Mischief
Lillie Bell

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, sadly enough I'm only a graduate student getting by on a tiny salary and studying harder than possible. Also, I'm no expert in biology so let's just play pretend and believe what I say. Just be glad I haven't brought any chemistry into these ficlets! P

Mamoru was in the kitchen, fanning off the recent heat wave by sticking his head in the freezer. So far, he was less than successful. A spark raced up his spine in chilling waves as a scream pierced the air. Suddenly, the image of his Usako bound and bloodied by some evil force that stole into their bedroom formed in his mind. With stunning agility, he sped around the corner and straight through the closed door. Not once did his mind stop to ponder that the door was unlocked.

However, upon seeing what had caused his wife such distress, his blood began to boil with more than just fear and general protectiveness. "Usa," he crossed his arms and scowled at the mop of blonde hair beneath a bundle of olive green.

The woman continued to roll and scream something about ugliness cooties permeating and causing transmutations in her naturally adorable cooties. Even though he was proud of how quickly she had picked up Biology, Mamoru was certain osmosis, let alone transfiguring DNA, didn't apply to cooties or the writhing green puddle before him. There was also the small factor that said ugly cooties were supposedly coming from his token olive green jacket which had obviously fallen on the unsuspecting girl when, from the looks of it, had been retrieving her thrown scarf from the bottom shelf of the closet. He assumed that was where the scream came from but, honestly, the drama was certainly not needed.

He pouted, realizing something. "Usa," he noticed she had managed to roll in such a way that the jacket was left on the floor and his wife was in a disgruntled position catching her breath. He reached down and picked up the rumpled jacket, frowning at the way it fell in a frumpy fashion from his hand. When he turned from hanging it up, Usagi was at his elbow and hiding her giggles behind her hand. Evidently, the girl had found her little scene humorous.

"Mamo-chan," she lightly hit his shoulder. "You have no sense of humor!"

"Usako," he sighed, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close to him. She naturally curled her body to his and nuzzled his neck, her bangs tickling his chin. "You realize that if my jacket had ugly cooties then I would be very ugly by now."

She moved from his shoulder and looked at him seriously. "Iie, that's just not possible, Mamo-chan."

She smiled secretly and before he could ask for an explanation, she reached on her tiptoes and kissed him soundly. Needless to say, he forgot all about his jacket.

And here, something should be mentioned. Usagi of FME, you are SO incredibly great You review nearly (or probably all) of my fanfiction and for that I am truly greatful ) Thank you for your lovely reviews, they make me feel better about writing! And forgive this relatively short posting, I'll get more out later in the week, I promise, as I won't be around next weekend. Ah, I'm going to miss fall breaks when I finally get out in the working world. Maybe I should pursue an MBA after my PhD just to keep the 180 days of school? Haha, anyway, I'm visiting my fiancee of the otehr side of the continent next weekend, so I'll try and have something out by Wed.! Keep an eye out.