lavandarlizard2 | long day today...

The shopping scene is bizarre this year. The parking lots are stuffed, but damned if I can figure out where all the shoppers are. O.O They sure weren't in the stores we were in... >_> But that's probably a good thing for me. ^__^

Anyway, something a bit more substantial than coma-inducing cuteness. ^___^

BFB - Part 101 - Blood Ties

Duo trailed Heero into the salon, feeling a lot less confident in his decision to cut his hair. Maybe he should think about it some more. Maybe he was being hasty. Maybe he should talk to Teal first.

He shook himself in annoyance. How ridiculous! Teal got his hair cut every few months. He’d even taken Dael for her first haircut last month! A simple haircut wouldn’t make him dry up and blow away.

Maybe he should get a damn grip…

He tightened his hold on Heero’s hand all the same.

“Heero!” cried the salon owner. “Precisely on time!” The man bowed theatrically and Heero inclined his head in return.

“Stani; thank you for making time for us on such short notice.”

The man – Wizard, Duo reminded himself – waved away the apology.

“Nonsense! For you, I will make the time stretch! And is this to be my new pleasure?” he tilted his head to Duo archly.

Heero drew him forward. “Not too much of a pleasure, if you please. This is my Chosen, Duo of Blue Forest. Duo, this is Stani McConnell, the most excellent stylist in the country.”

Stani clutched at his chest. “Flattery! You know it will get you anything!” He grinned at Duo. “Well! How may I make you even more beautiful today?”

Duo glanced at Heero. “Um… I want my hair short for summer.” He drew his braid over his shoulder so that Stani could see how long it was. The Wizard’s jaw dropped.

“You want to cut it off?!” he gasped.

“Not all of it,” Heero said quickly. “Just… half?” He looked to Duo for agreement.

“Yeah. It’s just gotten to be more than I want to deal with in hot weather.”

Stani breathed a sigh of relief. “What a fright you gave me! You have beautiful hair. May I?” He reached toward Duo.

“Sure. Should I take it down?”

“If you would, please.” He combed his fingers through the heavy mane, shaking out the braid. “Are you sure you want it cut?”

Duo hesitated, then said firmly, “Yes. I’ve thought about it for a few months and I decided to cut it. I’m not backing out now. But Heero wants what you cut off.”

Stani raised an eyebrow at the Wyvern, who actually blushed. “He is my Chosen,” he muttered.

Stani gave him a benevolent smirk. “Of course he is. Shall we, then?”

In short order, Duo found himself swathed in a protective cape and seated in a chair, staring apprehensively at his reflection in the large mirror while Heero and Stani discussed the logistics of cutting and capturing his hair. Unbound, the ends of his hair pooled on the floor behind the chair. In a few minutes, it’d be gone. Almost ten years of history. His history.

He wondered if anyone else ever felt scared when they got their hair cut.

Soon he felt the touch of Stani’s hands. “Duo, Heero says you want it just short enough that you will not sit on it; is that correct?” He nodded, unable to get the words out. “All right then! We begin!”

Duo squeezed his eyes shut as the scissors slid through his hair.