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Theme #4
Hair

Long hair was always such a hassle. Rangiku almost always kept her hair short; it was easy to handle, she didn't have to spend an hour everyday washing it, and it never got in the way. She would let it grow a little past her shoulders, and then she would cut it to just below her chin. That's how it always was.

It had been months since Rangiku last cut her hair. With all the work she had to do just to keep Gin and herself living, she hadn't really found any time to do it. The thick, strawberry blonde locks now fell well past her shoulder blades. Maybe it was finally time to get rid of it all.

It was a hot summer day, and she had nothing better to do than to sit outside in the shade. It was too hot to go inside, and it was too hot to go and do something productive. So sitting in the shade was the best option she had.

"Maybe I should cut my hair now..." she mused aloud. She twirled a wavy tendril of hair and sighed. Gin was out again, doing God-knows-what, and he'd be back God-knows-when. She figured she might as well do something productive.

She wandered back into the shack and sorted through the drawers in their makeshift kitchen. Bringing out a pair of scissors, she made her way back outside and sat herself down.

"What're ya doin'?"

Rangiku's head immediately snapped to the right, and she couldn't help but scowl. "Stop sneaking up on me like that! One of these days I'm going to hurt myself because of your sudden appearances!"

Gin chuckled and sauntered over to wear she was sitting. "Sorry 'bout that. I guess it's a hard habit to break." He looked down at the scissors in her hands. "So what're ya doin'?"

"Cutting my hair, what does it look like?" she answered simply as she raised the scissors.

"Really."

She lifted her head to look at him, furrowing her brows in annoyance. "What's with the disappointed look?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Nothin' really. I jus' always thought that long hair suited ya, that's all." Without another word, he walked into the shack.

Rangiku, unbeknown to Gin, had flushed a light shade of pink. She looked at her hair and lightly fingered it as a small frown quirked at her lips. "Hmph." She shook her head, though the blush remained, and put down the scissors before following him into the shack.

Word Count: 420

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