3. Hair
Mamoru felt like he could reach out and touch the beautiful princess in front of him, almost feel her pain as the tears cascaded down her angelic face. As she was swept away from him, her long golden hair, in two buns on either side of her head with long locks hanging down her back, whipped in the sudden wind as she reached out for him and, with no prompting from his brain, his arm reached out for her, too. He was just about to grab her hand when…
'Mamoru!! What are you doing?' Mamoru snapped out of his daydream. In front of him was another girl with Odango hair, but this one definitely was not reaching out to him. 'Get your hand away from mine NOW!'
'Oops! Sorry, Odango. I thought you were someone else…' Mamoru said, comparing the angry teenaged girl in front of him to the golden-haired beauty from his dreams. They had the same hair, the same eyes, the same delicate nose and pink lips, and despite the very different expressions they had regarded him with, Mamoru had to admit they bore an uncanny resemblance to each other.
'That odango-brain? No way she's the one I've been searching for my whole life!!'
But something deep in his mind kept comparing the look-alikes.
'What are the odds that there are two people with that funny hairstyle?'
He was hoping against all odds that he had at last found his princess.