Title: Mama Mask
Word Count: Something around 395
A ficlet written from the LJ community Sailor Moon Land. It's amazing, and all of you should join.
Ikuko woke from her nap to a curious situation. Standing on a tiny ledge high above the floor, she was rather surprised to find herself in a tuxedo.
Complete with a top hat and cape.
And possibly manparts.
Since she wasn't entirely certain how to react to the fact that she was dreaming she was a man (because she couldn't possibly be awake, that would be ridiculous), she chose to ignore it. She turned her attention, instead, to the three girls and the thing standing in the middle of the warehouse floor.
She looked at them.
They looked at her.
There was a rose on the floor, between the girls and the monster thing (she wasn't sure what it was, but it looked like someone had given a cow dreadlocks and made it stand on its hind legs), and everyone was looking at her expectantly. Including the girl with a suspiciously familiar hairstyle.
Putting aside all worries about what parts of her body were and weren't her own, as well as the immediate situation, Ikuko jumped from the ledge, landing in front of the odango headed girl. Drawing in a lungful of air, she jabbed her finger into the girl's chest. "Young lady, just what do you think you're doing out at this time of night? Just wait until your father gets home!"
They all stared.
"Ano… Tuxedo Mask, are you—"
Ikuko cut her off. "Do you know what time it is? Do you know how worried I've been?" She actually wasn't concerned; Ikuko didn't worry too much about what Usagi was doing at night because her friends were always with her.
"Don't you dare talk back to me!" Ikuko raged. She took another breath and launched into a tirade that was promptly interrupted by the monster a foot away when it decided it was bored and attacked her daughter. Without thinking, Ikuko whipped out a cane and bashed the monster over the head until it was lying on the floor, unconscious. "And don't you interrupt me when I'm yelling at my daughter, do you hear me?" She kicked the unconscious monster for good measure.
On the other side of town, Mamoru woke up in the body of a middle-aged housewife. He wasn't quite sure how to react to that but thought vacuuming the living room would be a good start. It was simply filthy.