Documentary one: Hair Dye
The sun shone brightly in the cerulean sky, bathing the peaceful city below in it's warm and happy sunshine.
The twittering of songbirds would lift the mood of any passerby. Nothing could possibly go wrong to-
"GRRAAAAAAAGHH!-GOD DAMNNIT!"
Er...on second thought...For some this is the crappiest day ever. 'Why?', do you ask?
Well, lets take a peek at the person who had just cried out in utter outrage, shall we?
A young man of sixteen glared at his reflection in the mirror, fuming. One would wonder at why the boy was so angry, he wasn't hurt, he wasn't poor, or ugly.
..au contrare the guy was pretty well off. Clean clothing, flawless skin, a cute face that was just losing its baby fat. In fact he looked downright adorable with his soft cat ears, tail, and silky smooth furr-like purplish hair.
Nothing amiss here. Nope, everything's hunky-dory! -and don't worry about the fact that his left eye twitches every seven seconds, or that his right eyebrow has a nervous tick to it. That's natural. Not stressed induced.-and ignore the screeching voice downstairs echoeing from the kitchen.
"YUKO! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND EAT YOUR BREAKFAST BEFORE I SEND YOUR SISTER TO DRAG YOU BY THE TAIL!"
The said boy flinched, his abnormal ears flattening against his skull in a sad attempt to block out the horrid sound.
Nooooooo...everything is fiiiiiiiinnne...
Ahem. Note my sarcasm.
Of course, Yuko was used to this. Well as used to it as anyone could to three screeching, screaming and squealing females in one household.
Yes.
Squealing.
So yes, anyone would understand that our little friend would be a feeling a 'little' agitated and a 'tad' stressed right now.
Though, as utterly annoying as it may be to have your sister, mother, and aunt constantly make your sensitive ears bleed with their inhumanly loud, highpitched voices, it was not the cause of Yuko Koshi's plight.
No.
Actually it was his hair. His PURPLE hair.
Believe it or not, as cool as it looked, it was not suppossed to be that color.
Originally, he was a natural red head, like his mother, twin brother, and younger sister. No, there was nothing wrong with his red hair,-he rather liked the color.
It was that his sister,-Sarah's hair looked so cool after she had dyed it black...and well, maybe he bought the wrong brand?
..or perhaps he didn't follow directions correctly?
Well, by the time, he realized the horrible mistake it was to use that paricular brand of 'black' hair dye it was too late.
..and now not only was his hair NOT black, it was purple. Not to mention that crimson colored roots looked pink against his purple hair.
"..."
-twitch-
"..."
-twitch-
"...AAAAAAAAHHHHHH-I CAN'T GO OUT LIKE THIS!"
Which brings us back to our favorite purple nekonin...who has now resorted to violence.
Violence as in say, chucking the mirror out the window,-after of course smashing it into itty bitty pieces while screaming, causing neighborhood cats to flee in terror as several car alarms go off.
Of course, as Yuko went on as to 'dispose' of the accursed hair dye, someone decided to pound on the door and his brother's nice sane voice sounded.
"Yuko! What the HELL is going on in there! Auntie is actually arguing with Sarah on what 'method' to get you out. So unless you want to be mentally AND physically scarred, I suggest you either come out now, or escape through the window!"
Hnn...why does the answer always involve a window? I mean ninjas use windows, pies cool off on window sills, the weird guy down the street always leaves through the window...er...-nevermind. Enough with my window musings.
Of course being a reasonable person, Yuko did not use the window, seeing as his room is located on the second floor, and there is nothing underneath the window but cold hard concrete... ;;
Instead, Yuko opted for putting on an oversized itchy grey hat, and tucking his tail into his pants, before heading downstairs. He'd sacrifice his comfort to keep his pride intact anyday...
-but that doesn't mattrer..because his pride is about to be flushed down the toilet in three..two...one...-
"NNNNYYYYYYYYYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Sasuke, who was now at about this time eating eggs and bacon at a diner about three blocks away, looked up and raised and eyebrow, as the car alarms went off once again, and several small animals ran down the street in fear.
Sasuke blinked in slight confusion for a moment, before shrugging at the minor disturbance and returned to his food.
To be honest, in Sasuke's opinion, it really was too nice a morning to worry about such things.
FIN