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#6. Blue Eyes
Something was not right. For 10 minutes now she had been pretending to read her Sailor V Comic but had secretly been shooting glances his way in a vain attempt to try to figure out what exactly was different about him today.
She couldn't put a finger on it though. There he sat, like always, reading one of his textbooks. Occasionally he would pause long enough to jot down a note or contemplate something he had read. It was all part of his normal routine, not one thing out of place. However, she knew something was different and it was driving her crazy. She gave a frustrated sigh and slumped in her chair glaring at him.
Startled from his studies, Mamoru closed his textbook and faced her. "What on earth is wrong with you today Odan-"
"Ahh!" At this little outburst, she jumped up and started pointing at him, wide-eyed. "G-g-green!"
Mamoru looked at her for a moment with a confused look on his face. "Um, What are you rambling about Odango?"
"G-g-green!" She continued to look at him and point.
"What's green?" He briefly glanced down at his jacket and then back up at her. "My jacket? Yes, I know it is green. You comment on the ugly color almost everyday. Come on Usagi, have you finally become so brain dead that you can't think of a better insult that to point and yell green at me?"
This remark seemed to startle her out of the state of shock she had been in. Stomping her foot she yelled at him, "Not your jacket you Baka. Your eyes. They're green! They aren't supposed to be green!"
Those green eyes blinked at her for a moment, startled. "I'm wearing contacts Odango. I like them. They bring out the green in my jacket."
She studied him for a moment making him uncomfortable under her gaze.
"I don't like it."
With that she plopped back down on her chair and picked up her manga.
A befuddled Mamoru stared at her. "But you told Motoki you liked his green eyes the last week!"
"That's Motoki silly. On you, your natural blue color is better. It's much more attractive. Besides, why you would want to make that putrid green color of your jacket stand out anymore is beyond me."
"Your one to talk! You wouldn't know style if it hit you in the head. Actually, maybe it should hit you in the head. It might get rid of that horrible hair and knock some sense into you."
They continued to bicker for the rest of the day and both went their separate ways. That night a pair of green contacts made their way into the trashcan.