We Love Redheads
Rufus/Reno
Disclaimer: Squeenix owns 'em.
The thing about having a secret affair, is that it's a secret and has to be kept a secret for whatever reason. That means, clearing up any evidence that could lead to the ultimate finding out by others about your secret affair. Clothing, personal articles, pieces of litter- anything and everything left behind had to be picked up and disposed of. Including strands of hair.
To keep it a secret, I didn't really mind tidying up. And I wasn't by myself. Before he left, I knew Reno gave the room a quick once-over picking up anything that belonged to him. Then I did the same.
At first it was cute, getting up and finding a red hair lying placidly on the pillow. And again on my skin when I showered. And again on the shirt I'd worn the day before. I kinda liked it. It was like proof that he belonged to me. Proof he was here with me.
For a while, I collected them. Gathering up all the little strands and storing them in a box that I hide away. I soon came to realise that there were far too many to keep them all. And that it can be suggested that keeping hair- even your lover's hair- is somewhat creepy.
In fact, I came to realise the blasted hairs were everywhere. I started scowling when I had to pick them off the pillows and the clothes and everywhere else. It wasn't cute any more, it was a hassle. A chore. And a chore I couldn't make anyone else do for me.
I finally snapped when one morning Tseng reached over and pulled a stray red hair off the shoulder of my white shirt. He looked at me quizzically before turning his attention to Reno and holding the hair out for the redhead to see. This, unfortunately, also caught the attention of Elena and Rude who looked between Reno, the hair and myself. Reno, in his careless way shrugged and grinned jauntily as an answer. To my relief, everyone overlooked.
Reno apologized that night with touches and smiles, but not in so many words as such.
No, my mistake, I didn't snap then, that came the next morning, when I found yet again a pile of at least 10 hairs lightly dusting the pillow next to my head. I glared at them hoping that; maybe, just maybe they'd disappear.
They didn't.
I felt my eye start to twitch. In a moment of rage, I reached out and grabed them, pounding the pillow as I went. The pillow looked up at me in its dilapidated form and I made a mental note to fix it later. Keeping the offending strands of red hair in my hand, I slipped on a pair of black slacks and a white shirt.
When I found Reno, he was lazing on a chair, lit cigarette hanging out of his fingers, red hair falling all over. The damned red hair. He was having an animated discussion with Elena. Rude and Tseng were listening and making comments on the subject. I charged up to him and dropped the hairs on his blank face.
"Stop moulting everywhere or I'm kicking you out of my bed." I snarled, before turning and disappearing back upstairs leaving Reno to the ensuing chaos of three enraged Turks interrogating him.
Later, as I'm fluffing the squished pillow, I can't help but think that wasn't the smartest move nor the best way to break the news to the others.
I guess I'll have to apologize later. Maybe without the words.
Then I'll demand that Reno cut his hair.
AN: Moulting this much probably isn't healthy. Unless you have really, really thick hair.
Reviews appreciated. Belle.