According to the file name I saved this as, this was some sort of speed write. I can't even recall writing it, but I never seemed to have posted it, so I decided to throw it up~ Enjoy!
"What is this? How the hell..." A grunt of frustration sounded in the empty bedroom, void of all life save for one man. Recently-cut blonde locks brushed against the back of his neck as he jerked his head first to one side, then the other, another sound of dissatisfaction slipping from his throat.
Hirako Shinji glared at his image in the mirror before him. Usually, he would be admiring himself or fixing up a few loose hairs that had managed to dislodge themselves from his sculpted appearance. Today, though, he was frustrated beyond belief with what was (apparently) a simple task. In his hands, and looped half-heartedly around his neck, was a mustard yellow tie with blue diagonal stripes running down the length of the material.
Never before having had to deal with such a task as putting on a tie, the vizard was having some trouble with the act. Still, Lisa had insisted that a tie would look handsome on him- yes, her words exactly- and Shinji trusted the former lieutenant's judgment. After all, she did read all that perverted manga, so she must know what sexy is, right?
Another groan and a defeated tug at the mangled knot halfway down the tie, that was supposed to easily slide up to his neck, and the ex-captain's shoulders slumped. He narrowed his eyes just a bit more at the image of the tie in his mirror, as if he could just will the damn thing to cooperate. No such luck. He could still look sexy without a tie, couldn't he? Of course he could. He was the heartthrob of the Fifth Division, after all. Well, except he wasn't exactly of the Fifth Division, and his long, silky hair had been regrettably shortened to a more fashionable cut. He leaned a bit closer, studying himself instead of his clothing. Every bit of his youth remained fully intact and even if the shorter length of hair made him seem a bit older and more mature, he was still damn good looking.
"Fuck this." With great relief, Shinji pulled the poor excuse for a tie from over his head and threw it to the side, giving it one, last scowl. With that behind him, his hands dove into the top drawer of his newly acquired dresser and scrambled around until they found an acceptable substitute. Affixing the accessory with great ease, the vizard gave a wide grin to his reflection. His hands raised once more to straighten the navy bow tie, accented with white polkadots, and winked in satisfaction. Damn, he looked good.