I think I may have been partly inspired
by Jaina's WAFFy and by MK's short
short ('cause I have never written a fanfic
so short). But for the most part I was
inspired by the way I wanted to scream
after putting in a day of demanding classes
and frustrating work. I walked to my car,
wanting nothing more than to kick someone
and instead put my head on the steering
wheel and came up with this. The title
sucks, the story has no plot whatsoever
but *shrugs* I just wanted to write it.
Enjoy reading!
Simplicity
Author: Patch
E-mail: patchkhan1@hotmail.com
kittiekat90@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Insert Standard Disclaimer.
Their dream house. They were now
looking at their dream house.
"M-Mamo-chan..."
"Hai, Usako?"
"Is this really real? Are we really
standing here in front of our first house?" her voice
grew strained and Mamoru could swear that his
wife was on the verge of tears.
In response, he hugged her closer to his
side, his hand squeezing her waist slightly to assure
her that yes, this life of theirs was very much real.
Usagi turned her head sideways to look
up at him and she hurriedly wiped a few tears that
had not yet been given the chance to fall from her
eyes. She sniffed and heard Mamoru chuckle
quietly.
"What are you laughing at?" she asked,
hitting him lightly.
He laughed some more and then turned
her around so that she was up against the front of
his body. His blue eyes, so long ago filled with
coldness, now filled with warmth, twinkled
merrily and his arms came around to link behind
her at her lower back.
"You. Me. Us. Our happiness."
She gave him a strange looked, sniffed
once more and then leaned up to kiss him sweetly
on the lips. "You make me so very happy,
Mamo-chan."
He smiled back. "I could say the same
Usako, demo," he pushed back a strand of her hair
and tucked it behind her ear and then tugged on it,
"maybe later, okay? We've got work to do!"
Hearing her outraged gasp, he laughed
out loud, ducked her fist and ran around her. She
chased him to the house and pounded her fists on
the wooden door when she found that she had
been locked outside.
Seconds later, she was falling into his
arms as the door flew open and found herself
being held up in his embrace.
She blushed a healthy pink and
averted her eyes from his. But they quickly met
his again and softened when he spoke.
"I love you, Usako."
"No, I love you."
Hours later found Mamoru hammering
nails into the wall above the fireplace in the living
room and Usagi in the kitchen, decorating small
shelves with little knick knacks.
"Usako," Mamoru called out, "do we
really need to put these paintings above the
fireplace? You can just put a few vases of flowers
on the mantel and it would look fine!"
Usagi sighed heavily and held the
miniature flowerpot she had been about to place
on the shelf. "For the fifth time, Mamo-chan," she
yelled back, "yes! Mama has paintings over her
fireplace and they look beautiful there."
"But that doesn't mean it'll look great
in our house," he grumbled.
"What? Never mind, just put the nails
in the wall Mamo-chan!"
He muttered some more and then went
back to hammering as the pounding noise filled
the house once more. In the kitchen, Usagi shook
her head and mumbled, "Men," under her breath.
A few minutes later she heard Mamoru
shout in pain.
"Itai! Now see what happened," he
said, coming into the kitchen. He held his right
thumb almost protectively in his left hand and
Usagi, seeing his expression, almost expected
him to whimper like a puppy.
"Let me see that," she said and looked
at his thumb in the light. "There's nothing wrong,
Mamo-chan! And don't you dare blame me for
what happened, your off centered aim is not my
fault. Now go back out there and finish up that
hammering," she said, pushing him towards the
kitchen doorway.
"Well, excuse me for thinking you'd
even care. Fine, I'll leave you alone, if that's you
want," he replied angrily and strode from the
kitchen. Usagi stared after him, uncertain of what
to say or do until the hammering noise started up
again, breaking her out of the trance.
Exhaling slowly, she turned around
and bent to pick up the next piece of decoration
from the cardboard box. Holding it up in the
afternoon sunlight, she simply stared at the object,
rather, objects. Two fat little birds, with real
feathers consisting of earthy colors were forever
caught in the action of kissing, their tiny little
beaks the only thing keeping them glued to each
other. That such a small dab of glue, so
strategically placed had held these two together
was something to think about.
Usagi slowly brought her hand down
and cradled the piece in both of her hands, one of
her thumbs unconsciously stroking the tail feathers
of one of the birds. It was such a simple, little thing,
really. She had seen it at the Azabu flea market, in
a craft stall and at the time, couldn't resist buying
the thing. So simple, yet it was enough for her to
stop and think.
In a corner of her mind, she realized the
hammering had steadily gotten louder and faster
and she carefully placed the two birds on the shelf,
in the center of all the other little decorations.
Stepping back, she looked at it one last time and
then turned around and walked to the living room.
Her husband stood on a small step-
ladder, pounding away at a hapless little nail until
it was wedged into the wall. She stepped up to
him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"What do you wa-"
"Shh..." she pulled him down and then
when both his feet were on solid ground, she
walked up to him and hugged him. Her arms went
around his back, and she lay her cheek against his
chest and closed her eyes at the sound of his heart
beating.
Not a minute later, the hammer
clattered to the floor and Mamoru's arms came
around his wife and he rested his cheek on the top
of her head. The two simply stood there in their
embrace, time halting to a stop in their world.
"Is this really real Mamo-chan?" Usagi
asked, her voice muffled in his embrace.
He moved back less than an inch so
that she could raise her head. He bent his and
slowly kissed her, deeply, savoring the moment,
the quiet, the calm. Their love.
Surprised at first, and then relaxing,
she kissed him back just as slowly, her lips
moving across his, both of them standing in one
place, not really moving. They broke away and he
kissed her forehead in an effort to cool both
of them and then finally answered her
question.
"Now it is."
~*~*The End*~*~
Yeah, ya know, I do recall saying I'd be moving
away from these pre-Crystal Tokyo fics, but
believe me when I say, that when I wrote this, I
had no idea what I was writing. And aren't you
just happy that I got this out? ^_^ I feel much better
now.
Patch:-)(-:
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