UsaMamo: 100 Examples of Everyday Love

theme #6: Blue Eyes

by a quirky little tune

disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon in any way, shape, or form.

"I can't believe that a jerk like Kyouya-senpai got so many handmade gifts for his birthday, and then threw them all in the trash - why do girls always fall for guys who treat them poorly?" Usagi fumed to Ami, Makoto, and Minako as they walked from school to their favorite hangout.

"It was beyond cruel of him, especially since he did it right in front of so many of the gift-givers," Minako muttered darkly. As someone who was as attuned to love and romance as she was, she found his behavior to be nearly unforgivable.

Ami blinked at their vehemence. Makoto leaned over and whispered in Ami's ear not-so-quietly, "While you were reading in the computer lab at lunch, Mina-chan and Usagi-chan attempted to give him gifts as well."

Both blondes hissed at her comment. "That was before I knew what an inconsiderate sleezeball he is!" Usagi insisted, crossing her arms over her chest. "He once helped me with some after-school cleaning duties, so I thought he was a sweetheart, but I was so wrong!"

Minako added, "And I just thought he was super hot, but with a personality like that, I'm gonna pass!"

Ami nodded sagely. "That's a good idea, girls. That way, you can focus more on your studies instead! Don't think I don't know about your latest quiz grades in Earth Science..."

They groaned. Minako held Usagi's hands in her own, "Ami-chan will never understand the concept of sacrificing grades for true love..."

"It's tragic," Usagi replied with a dramatic sniffle. "But you and I are in this together, Minako-chan!" Ami's eye twitched as she restrained herself from chucking her textbook at their heads. After all, it wasn't the textbook's fault that her best friends were doofuses.

The warrior of Venus pulled away and crossed her arms unhappily. "Except this time, the sacrifice was totally in vain... Ugh, I can't believe that he turned out to be a jerk! He is so handsome."

After a cautious pause, Ami tentatively said, "You know who he looks like, right?"

"Like a Greek God?" Minako asked with a dreamy sigh.

"No..."

"An internationally famous model?" Usagi supplied with hearts in her eyes.

"Uh, no. I meant that he looks quite similar to someone we already know."

"Yeah, you're right, Ami-chan," Makoto said suddenly, catching on, "he looks just like an old boyfriend I had!"

"NO." Ami cried out in exasperation. "I meant – he looks like a younger Mamoru-san!"

"Ohhhh…" Makoto and Minako said in unison.

"WHAT!" Usagi shrieked, painfully red in the face. "He does NOT look like that scummy jerk!" She couldn't fathom ever having feelings for anyone or anything that had anything to do with Chiba Mamoru. The very thought made her want to gag.

"He kinda does, actually," Minako said thoughtfully. "I didn't realize before, but now that I think about it - that dark, messy hair; broad shoulders; sharp brown eyes..."

Without even thinking, Usagi retorted, "See? You're blind, Mina-chan. Mamo-baka doesn't have brown eyes."

Makoto blinked. "Are you sure, Usagi-chan?"

The blonde nodded insistently. "Of course, his eyes are blue." Blue like a dark, stormy sea, or like the color of the nighttime sky when it's so clear out, you feel like you can see every star in the universe... ahem. Usagi wisely chose to swallow those descriptions.

"Blue? No, they're not."

"Yes, they are, I'm sure of it!"

"Hm, Mamoru-san's eyes always seemed so dark to me, I just always assumed they were brown." Makoto shrugged.

Even Ami seemed surprised at this new information. "I thought so, too..."

"Aaaand look who just appeared," Minako said with a laugh, pointing in front of them. Mamoru was headed right in their direction, hands deep in his pockets. When he noticed their stares, he threw them a casual wave.

"Ugh, great. He's like Satan - we said his name too many times and now he's here," Usagi muttered glumly.

Mamoru, who had reached them in the middle of Usagi's comment, grinned boyishly. "Been talking about me a lot to your friends, Odango?"

She shot him a venomous glare. "Did you miss the part where I compared you to the devil?"

"What a nasty comment on such a beautiful day - what happened, huh? Did you fail another test?"

Usagi fumed, glad that her latest Earth Sciences quiz was safely tucked away in her bag. "No, I did not!" Barely. The 67 percent grade was not going to please her mother, that's for sure. "Why are you in such a good mood, anyway? Steal a lot of candy from innocent children today, you punk?"

Distractedly, Usagi noticed the girls staring intently at Mamoru's face as they snarked at each other; luckily, he was too caught up in their banter to realize just how closely they were inspecting him. A few minutes later, the upperclassman finally left with one last parting insult, and Usagi made sure to shriek names at him until he rounded the corner; when he was completely gone, she turned back to her friends with a triumphant expression, as if she had never been irritated at all. "See? Totally blue!"

Makoto conceded the fact with a shrug of her shoulders. "Yup, you were right, Usagi-chan."

"They're unmistakably blue," Ami added in, wondering how she had missed that detail in the first place. Actually, that reminded her... "You must pay awfully close attention to Mamoru-san to have known that, Usagi-chan."

Instead of sputtering, which was the expected reaction, Usagi just smiled smugly. "He's my nemesis. Of course I know all about him."

Makoto waited for the girl to start skipping ahead before she muttered to the others, "She has no idea how that sounds, does she?"

"Nope."

"Absolutely not."

So, funny story. I JUST realized that I've been signing all of these chapters with the penname lovelyinksmudge, when my penname is actually a quirky little tune. I must have gotten confused since my email is lovelyinksmudge, and I guess I thought I had changed my penname after my hiatus? Hahahaha, I am such an idiot. Sorry for any confusion!

The reasoning behind this story is that I personally am not the most observant person - even with my close friends that I've known for years, if you asked me their exact eye color, I couldn't really tell you. I'd get within ballpark range, but my memory is just not that specific for that kind of detail. That's why I think it isn't a huge stretch that the other girls, who are not as obsessed with Mamoru as Usagi is, might not fully remember his real eye color.

Next up is theme 7: things left unsaid. Please review! And thanks so much Trosario and Leslie wjack for your reviews last chapter!

Also, check out my new SM story A Mother's Job, which is a story about Usagi needing advice from her mother during a time of doubt in her relationship with Mamoru. It's a two-shot, with the first part up. Thanks and see you next time!

a quirky little tune