Little Moments: 100 Themes
#98: All's Fair in Love and War
Lillie Bell

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.

How do I manage to get myself in these situations?

"Mamoru, this has to be the stupidest idea ever," Motoki groaned. He was standing in the middle of an aisle in the grocery store. He checked the aisle for vacancy once more before stealthily risking a glance to his associate. While the blonde stood pressed against the racks, his back as far from the other side of the aisle as possible, his counterpart was a few feet away and totally smug staring at the many plastic packages dotting the opposite side of the aisle. They'd been there a good twenty minutes without much divine intervention, such as lightning or thunder, or even a tornado to rip them from the accursed aisle, occurring. It was not for Motoki's lack of praying, though. Praying that increased a thousand fold whenever a cart came around the corner and down the aisle.

A familiar squeaking noise signaled another cart and Motoki forlornly looked away and look as nonchalant as possible. In his attempt to meld into the aisle, go into all-out chameleon mode, or at least possibly look as if he somehow belonged in the "forbidden aisle" he grabbed an item on the shelf before him. The cart passed and he let out a breath he was holding. As the cart made the corner at the end of the aisle, he carefully sat back his prop in its appropriate place. He hadn't even taken the time to look at what it was.

"You know, for not wanting to be here, you've certainly taken an interest in over-the-counter medication for treating yeast infections."

"Can I help you?" The pharmacist assistant was watching the two women for twenty minutes as they both fiddled through the chapsticks in front of the counter. At first she thought they were trying to steal the premium beeswax innocently displayed. Then she noticed their nervousness was not directed at the chapsticks; rather, the small cylinders of addictive goop were simply a cover. She had raised an eyebrow and come over to inquire if her services were needed.

Usagi yelped at the unexpected attention of the woman behind the counter. The two quickly shook their heads and headed farther down from the window, inadvertently keeping their site from the aisle opposite the window.

"Usagi, you're so stubborn. It's your fault we're stuck here," Reika complained, shooting a glance over her shoulder. When her eyes trailed to the opposite wall and their intended purchase, she blushed a cherry red inadvertently matching some of the colored boxes hanging in uniform rows in a small niche of the aisle.

The blonde at her shoulder hissed, in the twenty-five minutes they were standing in the aisle she had not been able to even risk a glance at the aisle opposite them. "I haven't seen you leave yet. Even if it is stupid, I don't see you running to Motoki."

The brunette clamped her mouth shut. No. She could not bring herself to admit defeat so easily.