Mamoru's head was spinning. The stupid idiot human blond FEMALE was waving him…well, waving the rose back and forth as her arms moved in a ditzy-happy march.
"Cake…Cake….I want choco, banana, and crème!" Usagi sang happily, skipping home after a refreshing day of work at the Tea and Cake Café. It sun was just beginning to set, casting an orange glow over her hair and skin, warming her cheeks, and highlighting her lips. "I want choco, banana, and crème, o la la!" she continued, waving her arms in a military march as she strode up steep hills and trialing bends to her apartment. As she reached her door, she stopped to jingle her keys and press a soft kiss to the rose. "Tadaima—" she softly exclaimed as she walked through the threshold to an apartment decorated with leftovers snacks, pink kitten and panda pillows, and flowers messily planted on a terrace. She tripped over the step while removing her shoes, her skirt and apron flouncing in the air, and ran to the kitchen to grab a glass. Filling it with water, she dunked the rose into it, proclaiming "There, isn't that so nice, Rose-sama??"
She picked Mamoru up, cup and all, and set him on her bedside drawer, next to a family photo, some more snacks, and her teddy bear phone. Usagi sat on her bed for a moment, smiling at the rose, so happy that she could give it a home. She fell back against the Hello Kitty comforter, reached over and hugged close a cake-shaped pillow. Her hair was a thick, golden mass beneath her and smelled like cake too. She let out a tired sigh, suddenly noticing the azure-blue evening sky, and stretched all her limbs out wide with a loud yawn. I served so many cakes today…., she thought sleepily, Maybe I can buy a cake palace…. And those were her lasts thoughts before she drifted off to sleep.
Mamoru waited. And waited. He hadn't heard a peep out of the idiot-girl and wished to heaven that he could just get out of here and be in his comfortable and giant bed. And as quickly as he had thought it, Mamoru was standing, bodily, looking down at the rose in the water glass. He blinked many times and held up his long-fingered hands, flexing them. Real! He was tangible! He was about to let out an enthusiastic 'yip!' when he turned his head to the side and spotted the stupid girl asleep on her ridiculously childish bed. Not wanting to risk being caught and explaining himself, he swiftly made for the door of her room, set his hands on the doorframe and looked back one last time to the sleeping form. "I hope I never see you again, you fluff-for-brains."
And with that, Mamoru took a step out the door.
Only to be halted.
He tried again, pushing harder with his legs to cross the threshold of the door only to be rebounded back by a trampoline of energy he couldn't see. He smoothed his hand over the invisible wall, thumped it twice, and exhaled through his nose so slowly that Usagi, in her deepest sleep, shuddered in fear.
Mamoru tried being patient and waiting for her to wake up. He sat on the floor, which he never in his civilized life had to do, and awkwardly folded his long legs. Impossible. He tried leaning against a giant stuffed tiger but kept sliding downward. When his knees connected to the floor with a muffled 'bang!' one last time, he had had enough. Fluff-brain was going to wake up NOW and perhaps she could explain why he was stuck in her small-as-a-box pink room with no hopes of getting out. With a well-versed speech in mind, he stalked closer and stood tall over her sleeping form, her body haphazardly sprawled in a very unladylike way. Why, she would be arrested in his kingdom for taking such a pose in front of royalty! The thought of this girl being pulled away by royal guards, bawling, in handcuffs had him snorting in quiet laughter. At the sound, Usagi murmured and shifted slightly, dreamily scratching her stomach. What are you, a dog?? He thought, perplexed. He bent at the waist to examine her face, one hand balanced on the bed and the other on his hip. His eyes roved over her form, taking in the smooth cheeks, her thick lashes with no artificial darkening. Her lips were a small, rounded pout, glistening at the center and smooth as a stone beneath water. She turned her head toward him and her body curled to its side, following the movement. His eye twitched as he gazed at the long length of her hair, a veritable waterfall behind her, dipping along the curves of her body like a bright halo. Her white button-up had ridden up in her sleep, baring the full curve of her hip and slope of her belly. Instinctively, Mamoru glanced further down- and of course, her skirt had ridden up, well up over her smooth thigh, baring a pair of white panties with puppies holding hearts. His hands twitched. This time, his snort was loud enough to wake her.
And wake her it did.
Usagi dreamily opened those cornflower-blue eyes and smiled gently at the handsome man above her. She had been dreaming of this, and wow! No dream of hers had ever been so real and with such a hot guy! Thank you, gods! She cried happily, reaching up to smooth his inky black locks away from his startled eyes.
GEH. She stopped, mid-reach, her eyes wide. Both forms were a hair's breadth away from one another, stone-frozen.
Usagi trembled slightly, now feeling cool air rushing to her exposed belly and upper thighs. She pointed a finger of her raised hand and giggled unsteadily, "This is a dream….ne?" with a tilt of her head, she pointed to him. Mamoru's eyes narrowed. He pushed off the bed to tower over her, his full lips now scowling, first at her pointing finger and then at her face.
"You are an idiot for sure." His voice rumbled, hands at his waist. Usagi's eyes widened as her coral-pink lips widened in a scream.
"RAPIST!!! RAPIST, HEL----" Mamoru jumped to cover her mouth with his hands, his other arm pulling her close as she tried to scramble away. Her eyes softened in fear of what was to come, and her eyebrows furrowed as tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. Mamoru made the mistake of looking down, and an odd prickling hit the center of his chest upon seeing her reaction. He chose to ignore it.
"I'm not a rapist, you insane girl. My name is Mamoru. Prince Mamoru, actually. I came from the rose you found." He stammered out, his senses flooded with the memory of his mother's joke-like curse and the feel of Usagi's rounded waist beneath his arm. As she listened, she tried to shake her head.
"Believe me," he continued, the hand over her mouth gentling. "Believe me. You found me in the deepest parts of the park. In a circle. Just me. Just a rose. I can't explain to you, but it's me."
As Mamoru cautiously removed his hand from her mouth, he took in her flushed cheeks, panting-breath, doe-like eyes, and reddened lips. Her hair was strewn about her body during the tussle and damn if she didn't look like she'd just been ravished by him. He could do it, he knew. He could probably enjoy himself a little with her—but lord, she was such a dope. Such a fluff-brain! He didn't want to risk catching the virus of her stupidity. At that thought, he blinked away any thoughts of ravishment or trim female waists or petite, perky breasts with tiny raspberry nipples----UGH!! He shook his head and looked away toward her window which showed a peeking bit of sunlight. Dawn, thank God. And as suddenly as he saw that scrap of sunlight begin to emerge from the sapphire sky, panic began to seize him. What if this idiot-girl didn't believe him? What if she called the po-lice, which he figured was some type of authority figure? What if he was trapped in some dungeon with no way to figure out whatever he was supposed to figure out? How would he eat? How would he travel in this damn forsaken place? As the thoughts continued to clamber up, his forehead dampened with a light sheen of sweat, his hand convulsed at the girl's petite waist. He sighed so deeply with worry that his chest pressed against hers.
When he looked back at Usagi, her eyes were slightly less confused but no less heart-wrenchingly blue, and Usagi being Usagi, she chose to trust this strange man named Mamoru. Even if he was lying about being a Prince, duh. But he looked at her, and she leaned her head comfortably to the side, smiling with such simplicity that he was dumbfounded. She said, finally, "Okay, Rose-sama."
Mamoru leaned closer, transfixed, and raised the hand from her waist gently. He continued raising it as Usagi smiled peacefully on, and he brought it down quick as a blade, slapping the back of Usagi's head, causing her to tumble off the bed in an unbecoming sprawl.
"It's MAMORU-SAMA to you, you imbecile!" he growled, taking the bed as his New and Deserved princely seat.
Did you like it?? Mamoru-sama is such a jerk, didn't he?? Hah! Maybe he deserved this curse, after all!! Will Usagi drive him mad?? Will he love her?? We'll see! Stay tuned!!