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...The delay was all my fault. I swear.

Oh yeah, it's not fashionista. I started writing that, but everyone went OOC. If you're still interested in it (and reading what I can salvage), I'll probably be able to post that next.

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(So what if only three of them properly counted? Details, details~)

So, wouldn't it be interesting if Matt was a...

03. Hair stylist
AU, new universe

by Sazerac (The Awesome Cool PeopleTM)

YOU LOSE.

Matt groaned, falling against the backrest with a noticeable thwoop. Running a hand through his hair, he peered at the sidewalk through his fringe. The Nintendo 3DS clattered to the floor.

He sighed. Wammy's House had six of the best hairdressers in the world and they were always booked out to celebrities so they took shifts at the main building. The shift he was taking wasn't even his, since he was only here because Linda had called him to replace B, who was originally set to replacing her but now couldn't.

The chime on the door rang, and he heard heels on the tiled floor.

"Hello, I'm looking for L."

Matt looked up, the voice right above his head. The woman on the other side of the desk was half-Asian, her black hair tied in a low ponytail. "Do you have an appointment?"

"Yes." She blinked. "Where's Linda? She's the normal receptionist, isn't she?"

"Yup. Cousin's wedding. L's been called out – last-minute appointment by Light Yagami." The stupid movie star was always short-notice, but he paid well.

"I see. Do you have any idea when he'll be back?"

"Nope." Matt fished around the drawers of the desk, taking out a Sony PSP (which he put in his pocket) and reaching for the planner on the side labelled with an elegant 'L'. "I can book you for a later appointment if you'd like. Name and phone number?"

"Naomi Misora," she answered automatically, and Matt recognized her as the only person who seemed to tolerate the strange way L cut people's hair. He could never figure out how the guy could hold the shears with his fingers in reverse and eat cake at the same time. "Is A in?"

"He's tidying up in the back. Sorting out the new shipments we got last time."

"B?"

Oh yes, that bastard. "In police custody. He overdosed on jam last night and did something stupid."

She sighed. "N?"

"Taking his holiday break. There's a toy expo in Japan this week, so he's there." Goddamn it, why wouldn't the stupid thing start up?

"Is there anyone else?"

Matt frowned at the PSP since the reason it wouldn't turn on was that it wasn't charged from his last shift. "Well, there's M, who doesn't cut hair but does a mean dye job, and me."

Naomi rubbed her nose in frustration. "I'll book that appointment."

"Alright," he shrugged nonchalantly, copying her details, writing them on the back of their business card before handing it to her and then turned back to plugging in his PSP. The sound of her heels again only prompted a quick 'ciao' from him, but things quickly became silent once more.

Matt smiled at the blinking light and retreated to his seat so he could play.

Matt cursed as he hit his head on the bottom of the desk when he tried to get back up.

The automatic doors opened, and the soft pitter-pattering of ballet flats sounded out loud.

Suddenly, something yellow hurtled into his face as he was about to sit back down.

"Hello!"

Matt let loose an accidental yelp and fell to the ground at the same time, misjudging the distance to his wheelie chair. Looking up, he scowled, noticing that the flurry belonged to a short, young woman wearing copious amounts of black lace.

"Haa!" she cried, "Are you okay, mister?"

Matt grumbled and ignored her, trying to sit down in the most dignified way he could. When he brushed his jeans down and placed the PSP onto a stack of tax forms he lifted his head. "Do you need something?"

She jumped, but a bright smile stretched out on her face. "Of course! Misa-Misa was just walking by and saw this place was a hair salon, so she wanted her hair cut!"

"I see," he echoed hollowly. "Do you have an appointment?"

Misa faltered. "No..."

"Wammy's House is an organization of extremely talented hair stylists," recited Matt, recalling how he spent five years studying cosmetology in Germany just to be considered. "Therefore, you have to place a booking if you'd like our services, or you have to pay an extra fifty percent."

Misa brightened. "So I can still get my hair cut?"

"Yeah. There're always two stylists on standby, at least." Sometimes there were just stupid celebrities who needed last-minute treatments. "Right now, the only ones available are A and me."

"You're nice, so you can cut it for me!" Obviously, she didn't seem fazed by their extremely steep prices.

Matt shrugged, getting out of the seat and gesturing to the hallway on the side. "Please wait in the first room. I have to find A so the counter is still manned."

She nodded cheerfully, and skipped off to follow his instructions. Travelling to the storeroom, finding A tangled in a mess of cables, he called for him to go to the front. Without waiting for a response, he went to find his customer.

Opening the first door, Matt was quick to spot her inspecting the artwork on the wall, her too-short dress revealing more than it should.

"Sit," he said shortly, shuffling around the room to prepare everything he needed.

Misa did so, peering curiously at him as he opened the blinds. "Why is A called A? Don't they have a name?"

"None that I know of. Other salons use numbers if you want the same person, we use letters," he answered distractedly as he opened doors and drawers, a small memory of M proclaiming that A actually stood for something ridiculous like Alvin. Where did the stupid spray bottle go? "You getting your hair bleached?"

"Nope!" Matt relished the small moment of quiet when she quieted to think, but she piped up again. "Who else works here?"

He skipped past taking the foil in front of him, and found the spray bottle hidden behind it. "B, L, N and M. And our receptionist, Linda. You getting your hair coloured?"

"Nope!" She tilted her head. "Are you friends with them?"

As he filled it at the sink, Matt attempted not to think about the jam-obsessed idiot who would go around proclaiming in a deeply mysterious voice about how he was beyond everyone and then proceed to inhale enough of the sticky stuff to make anyone sick. "Only a work relationship."

"Misa-Misa was thinking," the woman began, placing a finger to her bottom lip. "You work here as well, right? Don't you have a name too?"

He shrugged, dumping the bottle on a nearby table and reaching for the waist pouch hung up on the wall. "It's Matt."

"Wow, that's a pretty name! Why don't you have a letter?"

He shrugged again, clipping the pouch on and running his fingers through the equipment along it. Each digit efficiently inspected the quality and condition of the shears, made sure the clips were in working order and that the combs were tucked neatly in the flap with no chance of falling out. "M was taken, A was taken, and T is a stupid name. Hair treatments, conditioning formulas, anything?"

"Nope!"

Matt swiftly pinned the sheet around her neck and then ran his hands through her surprisingly silky hair to loosen it up. "How'd you like it cut?"

"Misa-Misa would like about two centimetres trimmed off the bottom, okay?"

"Anything else?"

"Nope!"

...

...

All of a sudden, Matt missed his PSP.

A/N:

Probably obvious that it was intended for Naomi only, until it didn't seem long enough so Misa was added in. (And that squinty-Light/L was completely accidental. Seriously...hey, don't look at me like that!)

A needs more love. *pats Crack!BB on the head*

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