This was meant for hattergems only. But she kept remaining offline, and who cares about her anyways?
Honestly. ;)
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Before Kuroba Kaito, the biggest problem Koizumi Akako ever had was with her hair.
It was a messy, massive thing, wine-red and just as directionless. Three hours each night was spent smothering it with a plethora of hair products, ironing, washing, re-ironing; over and over until the routine was seamless--but it was never that, was it? There was always a new problem at the end of the night. A flyaway, dead ends, the-crown-that-just-would-not-bounce. Fixing her hair became an obsession--a new challenge every night.
She remembered it when she sat down in front of her mirror one day. KID was scheduled for another attack on the pride and manhood of Nakamouri's 1412 Squad, and she had her work cut out for her. Every day the blond detective in her class sniffed a little closer to KID's blood, and KID was either so far up his ass that he didn't bother to care--or he was just genuinely dim enough to not notice. Frustrated, she toyed with the idea of just letting KID dive and fall, but the thought of losing stopped her from entertaining the idea further. Instead, her gaze set on her often abandoned iron.
She hadn't used it in months.
She looked up into the mirror, and her eyes stared back--the eyes of a stranger. She couldn't recognize those blood-irises some times, worried and thinking. And on her head, falling in soft, silky layers, wine-red and not so terrible--bodied, and she can deal with that--laid her hair. Perfectly fine. Beautiful, in fact.
With the introduction of Kuroba in her life, her hair problems had magically disappeared. Or maybe they had never been there in the first place.
She felt that the sudden revelation should have meant something. She felt it, but knowledge remained elusive.
So instead she grabbed her keys and went to save her Kuroba from the bloodhound.