Sakura paced around in the bedroom, contemplating her strange teenage thoughts. She groaned, sighed, hummed cheerfully, and finally 'aha!-ed'.
She scurried over to him, beaming over him as he read Franz Kafka's 'Metamorphosis.' "As your Mistress, I can ask anything of you, right?"
The moon guardian turned the page without gazing up at his excited mistress. "Within reason."
"Do you find me pretty?"
Yue gulped and sweatdropped simultaneously. He would have fallen over if he was not seated cross-legged. He had expected something less trivial, or perhaps more outlandish. A bunny outfit for him to wear, to be her prom date, to be her prom date in a bunny outfit. Anything but a petty question to cater to her tiny, growing vanity.
A few feet away, he could hear Cerberus having a coughing fit. His plush animal ears weren't as stuffed with cotton as he'd anticipated.
"Well?" she asked.
Gently, he closed the book and set it down next to him. The sun guardian had stopped coughing, now curiously sipping fruit juice from one of those silly straws he favored and waiting for his response.
"Yes," Yue placidly answered. "Your other friends can confirm it."
Sakura grinned. "I know, but you would never lie to me."
A subtle color of rose tinged his cheek but faded before anyone could claim he was blushing. "You could grow your hair out." He was reading again, and missed the perplexed look that overcame her usually sweet expression.
"You could cut yours!" she spat back and stormed out.
Cerberus fluttered over, finding a perfect seat on page 127. "Your tactfulness never ceases to amaze me."
"Neither does she." He skipped to page 128, losing interest in Gregor's social and physical transformation.
Real life was far more riveting.