16. - - Behind blue curtain
Usagi sees a lot of things. A lot.
But very little of that what she sees she shares with others. Those are the things that are of interest only to her, only her and nobody else so they are clean and good enough to be kept a secret. Sometimes, it depends on the day, she shares it with the others. When she sees the first blooming sakura flowers in someone's backyard, or when she catches the pearly traces of airplanes across the sky, even when the nights air is clean and translucent enough for her so that she can almost see behind the smiling face, the faint traces of the Moon Kingdom.
That kind of things she share with her friends and family. Because she has to. And wants to.
Sometimes.
And the rest?
The rest Usagi jealously keeps to herself, like a cat cares for her newborn kittens. She stashes away all those little special things in small boxes, marks them with names that mean something coherent only to her. She opens them when she wants to and admires them every time anew. A lot of people doesn't know that and she likes her secrets.
Still, one day, while she observes the making of the rainbow in a little paddle of water under her feet, her smile that warns the world how small things should be appreciated every day is seen and caught by somebody else.
Behind the blue curtain of her hair, with a little help from playful breeze, Mamoru takes in the wonder of her hidden, beautiful smile - the memory of a child still learning, but the reflection of a young woman wise enough to understand and love the things as the come.
He paints it, copies it and prints it out - stores it in his own box of values, and carries it around till the end of the day.