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Notes: These aren't supposed to make sense together. They're just twisted short clip things that amused my small mind.

Mother

It was worst when it was like this.

Her voice was cold, chilled into somber, hard tones by his unscrupulous actions. "Shinobu?"

"Hai." It was all he could say. His small hands tightened slowly, crumpling his pants somewhat. The chair he was sitting on suddenly seemed harder than it had a moment before, the wood pushing at him instead of letting him rest there.

"First of all, stop that."

He did not have to look up to see the leashed fury in her eyes. Immediately, without speaking, he relaxed his hands and smoothed his pants, and then rested his hands on his near-trembling legs.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" she asked, her voice still that frozen mask.

"Hai." Yes, he was trembling now. She always let his father handle the silly, every day troubles that were not worth her time. Nagisa, Akira, petty disagreements… their father handled everything with competent but kind reprimands. Not like her. Shinobu was her special project. He was her child. He looked like her, was as intelligent as she was, and she was determined to sculpt her lovely ice statue son into her personal model of perfection.

She was silent a long moment and he could feel her grey eyes raking over him. It would come soon now. He felt his throat tighten. No. That would only make things worse.

He heard her shift her weight. Here it was. He readied himself for the killing blow.

"No more video games this week, Shinobu."

Sleep

He was sleeping.

Any guile that he may have held in his face fell away during sleep. His smooth cheeks were laced by the long, pale lashes of his closed eyes. Two slender eyebrows crowned his face, twin mirrors of elegance.

Mitsuru reached out a hand, touching the nearer eyebrow lightly, gently, smoothing the soft, tiny hairs with his thumb. Lovely. All aligned in the exact same direction. Even with the other boy's eyes closed, his eyebrows still framed his face perfectly. How strange that one simple feature could enhance his beauty so much.

Shinobu cracked open one green eye, looking at his lover, voice still husky from sleep. "Mitsuru…"

The blond boy smiled, and voiced his thoughts.

"Shinobu, do you wax?"

Hair

The blond boy ran a hand through his hair, studying his roommate with an idle eye. Tall, slender, desperately good looking… it was a good thing they were roommates, because if not, one of them would have had to have a single.

Shinobu caught him staring and gave him a slow, luscious smile. "What are you looking at, Mitsuru?"

Mitsuru did not answer right away, his lips pulled together in a thoughtful pout. The green-eyed boy's hair was tumbling gently over his brow, a cascade of delectable silver, smooth, flat, each hair perfectly in place. "Shinobu, what shampoo do you use?"

The other boy was caught off-guard momentarily. "You know what shampoo I use."

Of course he did. After all, he was in the shower with him almost every time. "And you condition?"

Shinobu nodded slowly, eyeing his lover. "Of course."

"I think you need a volumizer. Your hair is too flat."