14. Closet
Sailor Raspberry
309 Words
Using every square inch of her muscles, she hauled a pile of hanger-clad clothes from her closet. With a grunt, she dropped them carelessly to the pink bunny comforter that was her bed.
Then, she slowly lifted each outfit to place against the front her body, looking down on herself with a watchful eye.
And then, she would toss the unworthy scrap of clothing to the floor with a dissatisfied flick of the wrist, before the next option was scrutinized.
She, Usagi Tsukino, had to look absolutely perfect. After all, it was a sunny, warm, autumn Saturday morning, and it was most likely that today she would run into Mamoru Chiba at least three times before the clock struck noon.
Her nimble fingers felt across the plush pink covers, and when they met nothing, she scrunched her nose.
Pursing her lips, she sidestepped the lump of clothes in the middle of the floor and made her way over to the dark, stingy hole in the wall, or more commonly known as her closet.
She clucked her tongue thoughtfully against the roof of her mouth, prodding through the stray hangers that hung from the metal racks. It was very important to her that she look extra special for Mamoru. She didn't know why she so desperately wanted his attention. It was just the way it was; or maybe, just maybe, it was the way he always glanced at her whenever she sauntered by. Maybe that's why she forced herself to go through this almost painful process.
Each and every Saturday morning.
With that amusing thought simmering within her mind, she began pulling out even more clothes, dumping them to the bed, before shooting a warning glance at the closet.
She was going to look good, and this closet had better have something to help her pull it off.
Or else.