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16 Behind the Blue Curtain 520 words

"Mamoru, are you sure you're alright?" Motoki asked, for what was probably the fifth time.

Mamoru's eyes snapped over to his best friend from where he had been staring at the curtains hanging over the door to his balcony. "I'm fine, Motoki. It's just been a long day."

"Well you keep staring at those curtains like they hold the answers to all of life's mysteries."

'That's because they do.' Mamoru thought

"Where did you get those anyway? They're the only thing in your entire house that's not grey, black, or white." Mamoru's eyes widened as Motoki stood and walked over to the curtains. "They are a lovely shade of blue," he commented. "Kind of match the eyes of a certain Odango-haired young woman we know." He glanced slyly at Mamoru out of the side of his eyes.

"It's odd," Motoki continued, "for you to have your balcony curtained off anyway. Usually you're enjoying the sunset right now. There any particular reason you've got them closed?"

Mamoru shrugged indifferently.

Motoki reached out and grasped the edge of the curtain, "Well, let's open them, shall we?"

Mamoru shot up off the couch and made it across the room in record time. "Listen, Motoki, I know we had planned on doing some things tonight, but I'm really beat, so I think I'm just going to turn in early, okay? I'll see you tomorrow at the arcade," he said as he maneuvered Motoki away from the curtains and to the door. "Bye, Motoki." He unceremoniously shoved the arcade worker out the door and closed it in his face.

Mamoru turned and let out a shaky breath before walking over to the aforementioned curtains. He pulled them open and looked down at the blonde-haired girl who was hunkered down on the balcony, her back to the doors, watching the sunset over Tokyo. He slid open the door and leaned on the frame. "He's gone."

Usagi turned to look up at him. "Think he suspects something?" she asked.

Mamoru snorted, "Only that I'm so obsessed with you that now I'm decorating my house with things that remind me of you."

She grinned and stood up, stepping into his embrace. "But you did buy those curtains with me in mind. You bought them so I'd have a place to hide during times like this and you got the blue ones because they remind you of my eyes. So he is partially right."

Mamoru shrugged. "Aren't I allowed to be obsessed with the girl I'm in love with?" he asked.

Usagi smiled again. "Of course you are. Wouldn't have it any other way," she responded before leaning up to press her lips against his.

Outside the apartment door Motoki shook his head in wonder before a small grin flitted across his face as he turned and made his way to the elevators. His grin turned almost evil when he remembered the small pink bag with a bunny on the front that he had spotted sitting partially behind Mamoru's chair. He couldn't wait to call Minako and tell her just what was behind the blue curtain in Mamoru's apartment.