It was raining. And I was bored. And I've had a very random week so far. I really should be working on the gazillion other stories I've planned out...

Disclaimer: Don't own KHR. If I did, I'd so animate this.

I've lost many friends these past few days.

They've had enough. I've had enough also.

It's true that he has the most beautiful hair in all of his little gang, and it is also the longest and silkiest, but it is we who have suffered the most! Our owner uses so much product to keep us strong, and at first it was really, really nice, but now we want him to stop! The ones who have been able to die are lucky. It's near impossible to fall out and end it all because… well, you know. Hair care. Some of us have been driven insane; look at that curly strand of hair there!

His name is Larry. He's been here since the beginning. I feel sorry for Larry. He has seen it all.

Our master is… not so much of a horrible person, as he is a brutal person. No, the hairs on Leviathan's head have it worse; they say he's killed countless children and women! His hair is constantly falling out. It's not because of stress, it's because his hair just can't stand to watch it anymore. Hair is a living thing too, you know! Screw all of those people who think hair is dead.

I'm not dead. Not yet, anyway.

Oh, God. It's that strange man—Lussuria, was it? He's one of the worst offenders. Sometimes, when our master is asleep, he braids us! How awkward is it to be entwined with other male hair strands? I mean, when you're a lucky bastard and you're tangled with a female strand there's no complaining there. Larry and I were twined together once. I can't even look him in the… eye… anymore.

Thank God; Lussuria isn't interested in hair this time.

What's that? Something about a mission? Oh, hell no!

I don't want to watch our master through another mission! I hate watching his sword cut up innocent people! I've been covered in blood too many times! I can't take this anymore! So long, friends. It has been nice knowing you. I'm going to hair-heaven.

Hrngh.

Wait, I know I can do this. Curse you, hair care!

Nnngh.

Grraaaah.

Just… a little… more.

GYAAH!

Yes! Farewell, everyone! I am freeeee…

So… cold… argh…

"Hm? Squ-chan, you lost another hair," Lussuria said, watching a silver strand of the swordsman's hair fall to the floor.

"VOI?" Squalo exploded, clamping his hands down on his head, almost as if trying to keep his hair in place. "That's the seventeenth this week!"

Lussuria sighed and rubbed his chin. "I wonder why they keep doing that."