Authors Note:
For SmokingPanda, with love.
So, this is the original drabble I had conjured before I was attacked by a rabid plot bunny when you suggested an AU fic. This one is not very good, but I don't see myself finishing my AU anytime soon. So, here is your drabble.
Love,
Heather
XXX
Sticky Situations
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Hiza-chan
XXX
Marluxia was many things, nobody, Organization member, assassin, rebel, gardener… But one thing that he most certainly was not was a hairdresser.
As a matter a fact, Marluxia could never quite get his hair to go the way it wanted to. After sleeping his hair would decide that yes, it DID want to defy gravity in great spikes and loopy curls and no, as a matter a fact, it WASN'T going to let anyone fix it.
And Marluxia simply gathered the thick pink spikes and unceremoniously restrained it with a simple pink ribbon. Pink of course, because it went along with his hair and it looked nice with his scythe. Who would have it any other color?
However, then Axel, pyromaniac and hair obsesser extraordinaire, had waltzed into Marluxia's life with a-gusto and informed him that no, Marluxia was not going to allow his hair to remain in the shape it was.
And that was how Marluxia found himself seated on the floor of Axel's bedroom with Axel looming before him, the older nobody's hands sticky with gobs of hair gel and a steaming hot straightener sitting innocently on the floor next to his left toe.
Axel had attacked his hair without further ado, his own red spikes hovering around him like a dangerous halo. And honestly, despite his original fear Marluxia was quite pleased with the end result. His suspiciously pinkish brown hair had been tamed to lay flat, cascading just past his shoulders in gorgeous layers that turned outwards at the end in little wisps.
Axel had eyed his handiwork with a smirk on his lips and a proud glint to his eyes as Marluxia had just sort of looked at him, mouth agape and eyes wide in an expression of shock that not one nobody with any shred of dignity should allow their facial features to contain.
And Axel had just smirked as Marluxia played with the locks of tamed silk, throwing an I told you so glance out the door at Larxene, who merely shook her head, the antennas waving madly with the movement before burying her face once again in her book.
It was the start of a beautiful friendship.