A/N: Hi there. I'm just re-posting this in its post-edited form. I apologized that it took me so long.
For those of you who have not read this before, it's just my little diddy about why Shun cut his hair. Enjoy!
See you at the bottom, LZ
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters and the like in the following piece.
It has always been difficult for me to be and express myself. Everyone knows me to be composed and calm and quick on my feet. I hardly fail at anything I do. Perfect; that's what people think...and just as Grandfather wants me to be. I'm not, but I must try. I like doing things the way I want them done, but if that goes against his wishes, well...then what I like doesn't matter. Lucky for him I am an obedient child, But I wish for some independence. He wants me to be a ninja and though I practice in the art and enjoy it, I want to be a brawler...For now I'll do as I please.
As I was walked through town I saw a number of Bakugan battles taking place. I was almost jealous of the freedom those children had. Fully allowed to play the game whenever they wanted. I held in a sigh. I went past a few parks and under the bridge and found myself outside of Dan's house. I looked to the window that I knew to be his room and saw that the light was on. Didn't bother to visit though. The last thing I needed was to hear him prattle on and on about this battle or that battle. He had no idea how much he took for granted all of his spare time and I didn't want to start conflict over base envy I couldn't control.
I continued my stroll and when the scent of a home cooked meal wafted my way, I followed it, only to find that it lead me to Runo's parents' cafe. Through the window Julie waved and I simply nodded in acknowledgement. In comparison to Dan, it was clear that those two had a better grip of what responsibility was. Julie a bit less than Runo but who could blame her, she was just a little girl from the middle of nowhere. When I realized how judgmental that observation was I had to shake my head. In doing so I noticed Alice in a small boutique, presumably, buying a new outfit.
She's changing her look it seems...Of course, you can't just look the same your whole life.
It was that simple statement that redirected my thoughts. I began pondering the importance of change and progress and how those pivotal aspects of life affected me.
The next time I looked up, I was in a park with a large, bright yellow fountain, a popular spot for brawlers, particularly Dan. I decided to sit at the edge and look up at the clear sky. It had been a truly nice day. The spray of the fountain cooled me as I resumed my heavy thinking.
When my eyes refocused on my surroundings instead of the path I had walked, I stared into Runo's face. I had no reaction to the unnecessary closeness, which I could tell annoyed her. "Good afternoon, Runo."
"Aw, darnit! I was hoping I could frighten you!" She admitted with slight frustration and I almost laughed but instead gave the slightest smirk.
"Never." I said in an almost whisper, considering she was only a few centimeters away from me. She laughed and took a few small steps back making it easy for me to notice that she had gone for a new look as well. Her yellow and white shirt and skirt had been replaced with a yellow shirt and white dress.
Another change among the Brawlers, huh? Not surprising. Seems like I need to get with the program.
"Well, enjoy the rest of your day." I commented offhandedly whilst getting up from my seat at the fountain. The spray having left me damp but not uncomfortable so.
"Well, where ya' going?" Runo questioned as if I'd actually tell her. I shook my head but humored her with at least some sort of an answer, vague as it may have been.
"I have things to do." I said quietly as I waved and walked away. I took the same path back home as I did leaving. I waved at Alice and Dan who had actually seen me pass them this time. I passed the parks that were now empty as the evening came about. When I reached my unbelievably old-fashioned house, I sighed. It was crazy how different my life was from my friends'. They had seemingly endless free time and I had a seemingly endless schedule. They had options and I had a set path. A path which has...crumbled over the years. Soon, I hope, I could reach a fork in the road and drift from that worn path and follow a road I could make my own.
I went up to my room, slipping through each of Grandfather's traps expertly. I went through my drawer looking for something specific. After all of the things running through my mind that day, I figured I needed a change.
I pulled out a pair of scissors and a medium sized table mirror. I put the mirror into a standing position and removed the tie from my hair, the strands flowing out to each side after being released. I took the scissors in my hand and placed them next to my hair about 1/2 an inch above my shoulder. For a moment, I was hesitant but then I remembered the Brawlers. If my friends could make their own decisions then so could I. If my friends could erect change for themselves, then so could I. And I'd decided it was time for a change.
*Snip*
A/N: And that's that. Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think.
Much love, LZ
