For the record, I love Kafei's hair. Probably the most gorgeous hairdo ever.

010. Hair

Nightfall had settled over Clock Town in a sort of a hushed whisper. The residents had already retreated to their houses, and the whole city was silent and unmoving. There was no moon, only stars, an unusual sight for the small town.

The air was cool, which was why Anju had her bedroom window open. Summer was ending, and the pre-autumn atmosphere had already begun to settle in. It hadn't been this nice out since the last Carnival of Time, which was over a year ago. It always grew cooler this time of year, but it felt especially nice tonight.

A knock on her bedroom door caused Anju to jolt. Her eyes softened as she watched her fiancée come through the door. Anju placed the book down on her beside dresser, walking over to greet him.

Kafei Dotour kissed her, his arms wrapping around her waist. "It's nice to see you, too," he chuckled.

Anju giggled. "Did you have a nice bath?"

He kissed her forehead. "Hm, yes, it was great. Thanks for letting me use it. My parents have been...difficult lately. Ever since I told them about our engagement, they've been using every opportunity to lecture me."

"Of course," she smiled, giving him another kiss. "You're always welcome here." Anju ran her fingers through the ends of his hair, damp violet strands moving silently.

Kafei chuckled, placing his hands to her face. "This place will always be home to me. Not over there, where I can't even take a bath without being yelled at."

She frowned a little. "I'm sorry about that, sweetie. I wish there was something I could do. Maybe—"

He knew where she was headed, so he cut her off with a kiss. "Don't even think about it, babe. If my parents don't like us getting married, then that's their problem. I don't care what they think. Never have, and I'm not gonna start now."

She struggled to answer back. It was impossible to think straight when he said things like that. "...I'm sorry, honey. Of course you're right. I just wish they weren't giving you such a hard time. I don't know how to get them to like me more." She knew, deep down, that was the root of the problem.

He snorted. "Their loss. Why anyone wouldn't like you is beyond me."

Anju smiled. "Well, thanks. I just want you to be happy."

"I am happy, babe. I'm always happy when I'm with you." He kissed her once, to reassure her further. "You know that."

She did. It showed on his face quite clearly. "I do. I just wish your parents weren't making everything so hard on you, is all."

"I'll be fine. I just tend to complain a lot." Kafei chuckled to himself. "But the wedding's this month, and after that, I'm all yours." The knowledge of Anju becoming his wife, and so soon, was enough to get him through anything. Even boring lectures given to him by his parents.

"Mm," she smiled, stepping on her toes to give him a kiss to his forehead. "You've always been mine. It just hasn't been official yet."

"I'm perfectly fine with that. As long as you're mine, of course." He chuckled.

Anju giggled, moving her hands into his hair. "I wouldn't have it any other way." She ran her fingers through his violet strands, humming a little at the touch.

He was quiet for a moment, his face turning slowly into a smug look. "If you pull any harder, my hair's going to fall off." Kafei chuckled, obviously joking.

"Oh shush. You love it." Anju gave him a knowing look. "Besides, it's not my fault you have amazing hair."

She liked to joke that Kafei had better hair than her, and every other woman in town. This, Anju knew, was probably completely accurate. He had inherited his father's hair; their thick violet tresses were hard to mistake, especially in a town of redheads and brunettes. Kafei stood out like a sore thumb among all the idiots that resided in Clock Town. Between that, his good looks, and smarts, he was a rare treasure, something that Anju would never dare to let go.

Kafei laughed, giving Anju a knowing smirk. "I don't blame you, Anj. It is quite amazing."

She sighed, but smiled anyway. "Cocky as you are, you have a point. I do love your hair."

He grinned, kissing her cheek once. "What's not to love?"

Anju giggled. She continued to stroke his hair a little more, thinking about something before speaking again. "It's getting long," she observed. "It's longer than mine." Not that it was a problem, of course. Kafei looked good no matter what, in her eyes.

He reached out to tuck some loose strands of Anju's red hair behind her ears. "Well, I happen to love your hair. It's always soft." Kafei smiled, running his fingers through it as he spoke. "And it's a gorgeous color on you."

"So is yours," she responded, enjoying the touch. "But thank you, though."

Kafei only smiled, saying nothing more as he lowered his hands to her waist. He then pulled her in for a kiss. "I don't know if you know this, but...I've got a serious thing for redheads."

"I know," Anju giggled, "You said the same thing two years ago when we were sixteen. It was your way of trying to get me to go out with you."

He chuckled at the memory. "Well, it worked, didn't it?"

"It did," Anju smiled, "But you could of said anything at that point. I had a serious crush on you." She kissed his lips once.

"I can't say I blame you, babe. A lot of people do," Kafei smirked.

Anju sighed. "That's true."

He kissed her once. "You're the only one that matters, you know."

"I know." She shivered, suddenly feeling drowsy. Anju frowned, upset with herself. Why did it have to be now, of all times? What was wrong with her?

But Kafei only smiled. "Getting sleepy?"

"Maybe a little," Anju yawned, mentally slapping herself.

"Huh-uh," he chuckled. "Should I leave so you can sleep?"

She made a face. "No. I think you should stay here."

Kafei smiled, placing a kiss to her lips. "Sounds good to me." He pulled away from her, only to lead her over to the bed that he leaned against the bedroom wall.

She snuggled up underneath the covers, pulling her fiance with her. "Comfy?" Anju giggled, moving over a little to give him more room.

"I think so." He laughed quietly. "I'll try to keep my hands to myself," he chuckled. "As hard as you're making it on me.'' His hands found their way to her hips again.

Anju flushed, squirming underneath his touch. "Stop that."

"I love you, too," he laughed, kissing her cheek. "Sleep well, babe."

"I'll try," she frowned. "And I'm sure you do."

The last thing Anju heard before she fell asleep was Kafei laughing next to her.