100 Themes: Little
Moments
#14: Closet
Lillie Bell
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.
"Is this the last of the wedding presents, Mamo-chan?" Usagi called from the hallway. A medium-sized cardboard box was sitting next to their bedroom door and she assumed it to be the presents they had no room for or use of at the moment. She remembered the two cases of china and silver from her mother and grandmother and cringed. She hoped the innocently small box was not quite so heavy.
"Ah," Mamoru said over the nightly news.
Usagi nodded and picked up the box, heading towards their secret storage area. She hadn't wanted to tell the girls that the reason Mamoru's apartment was so suspiciously clean was because he threw everything he didn't know what to do with into the large closet at the end of the hall. They, never coming near his bedroom, had never noticed the door, thankfully. She plopped the relatively light box down next to the door. Wiping her brow she opened the door toward her.
Mamoru heard a yelp and was on his feet and down the hall in seconds. A mound of boxes muttered curses and suddenly a blonde odango surfaced as a box rolled away from the shaking lump of cardboard. He quickly dug her out and took in the sight. She was on her back, circles flowing unevenly in her eyes and mumbling. She looked like a stunned bug stuck on its back.
"Mamo-chan," she started in a wavering voice. "I think we need to clean out the closet."