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Musings, Stories, and Hair

"Oi, Seiji?"

The clink of a teacup being put down. "Aa?"

"How come you always wear your hair like that? Something wrong with your right eye?"

Slight amusement. "My eyes are perfectly fine, Touma." Another sip of tea.

"Then why?"

Pause. "Touma . . ."

"Hai?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Eh, no particular reason. Just curious."

A small laugh, then a sigh. "Like always."

Exaggerated cheerfulness. "Hai hai! Of course. So spill, Date."

"All right, whatever to get you to leave me alone. Okay, when I was younger . . ."

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" . . . and the style just stuck, I guess."

Pause. "Sou ka."

Soft chuckle. "Like I said, there's nothing with my eyes. In function, anyway."

"You were just scaring other people. Social as always, ne?"

"I wouldn't be talking, Hashiba."

"Ooh! Score one for Seiji!"

"Oh, hi, Ryou. How was class?"

"Fine, Seiji." Footsteps out of the room.

Pause. "So, where did your grandfather get the idea for the style?"

Long pause. "I actually don't know for sure, but I think otou-san told him of one of his ancestors who wore his bangs kind of like this. Ojii-san doesn't like to talk about him for some reason, but he was a great swordsman and had a legendary blade supposed to look like a beam of light."

Laughter. "You're sure you're not putting your own twist on things? Or Kourin's?"

"Don't believe me if you like. It's not my story. I just told it."

"Hai, hai."

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And in some random nexus of time and space, a certain yogurt-for-brains/dumber-than-dirt swordsman sneezed.

~owari~

Notes: If you don't get it, don't worry. Most people don't. ^^;;

For those of you who're wondering just what the heck is going on . . . well, first go watch The Slayers. You won't regret it. Trust me.

This one came out of the creation of the last sentence, plus random thoughts on how the hairstyles of two blondes in question look so much alike. It snowballed from there.

I pulled most of the history—with my added twists and mutilations—from Theria-sama's wonderful YST site at http://www.theria.net/yst/index.html. In deference to the lazy-ass bastard in all of us, here's the rundown: when he was younger Seiji tended to scare his classmates because if his eyes, so either his sister or his grandfather suggested pulling a lock of hair over one eye to help abate the force of his gaze. Which gave birth to the hairstyle I've dubbed "the true mushroom." ^^;; One of my friends is going to eviscerate me for that statement, but, hell, you've seen it. *snirt*

I was trying out a slightly different style of writing here. Dunno if it was successful, so tell me if it's too confusing? ^^ So until next fic, ja ne, minna-sama! ^_^

P.S. If you still don't get it, Seiji's ancestor was the Hikari no Ken-wielding Gourry Gabriev of Slayers fame. If it took you until that sentence to understand what's going on, either my writing sucks or you've never seen the series before.