Disclaimer: I do not own the Zeta Project, however much I wish I did.
Green. Only green.
For a long time Zeta was satisfied with green. It was all he saw, all he ever knew. Despite his vision being monochromatic, he could still identify colors and shades easily.
But it wasn't the same. People were able to see colors, a trait he had begun to long for. The world was so bright, unconstant.
He was sick of green.
Zeta turned to glance at Ro. It was early afternoon, and she had fallen asleep. It was a clear day, and the sun streamed through the open window.
Zeta watched.
Watched as the light hit her hair just so, making it shine almost white.
He knew her hair was yellow. The shade of green told him that. But still, he wanted to see her hair in it's proper color.
The sunlight struck her face, and her eyelids fluttered. She groaned and rolled over as much as the seat allowed, throwing her arm over her face.
Zeta looked out the window at the passing scenery. He always found it interesting how, when riding a train, you're the one who's moving yet it looks like everything else is moving instead.
Zeta turned back to Ro to fine here eyes open. Blue. Crystal blue, yet still green.
She smirked. "What'cha thinking about?"
Zeta was struck with a question. "Why do you always sleep on trains? You get the required amount of sleep for the average human..."
"Because, tinman, the people who said 8 hours is enough were crazy."
She grabbed his arm and lugged herself across the seat. "C'mere. I'm still tired."
Zeta simply sat there as she propped herself up against him, using his shoulder as a pillow. One hand gently held his arm and she leaned into him. Within a few moments she was asleep again.
Zeta gently pulled her closer. Perhaps one day he'd be able to see yellow...