Super Natural

"My hair is totally, utterly natural," said Hikaru. "In fact, it's super natural."

Waya gave him a once-over. "Right. Supernatural."

"It is!"

Touya suddenly popped out of nowhere and said, "You realize that 'totally natural' and 'supernatural' mean opposite things?"

Hikaru (who was never surprised anymore whenever Touya surprisingly popped out of nowhere) gave Waya a look that said Touya is being a total Kaio graduate again .

But Waya nodded his head sagely and said, "I agree with Touya." Then he blinked a few times and a frown appeared on his face. "I actually agree with Touya. I think I need to leave now."

And he did just that.

Touya gave Hikaru a bemused look. "What started that conversation?"

"Oh, Waya was saying my hair was a sign of me being weird, which it's not and I'm not."

"You can't actually believe it's not weird to have hair like yours. And to claim that hair like yours is natural."

"I was kidding, okay?"

"So it's not natural, or even supernatural."

"There's nothing supernatural about me!" Hikaru protested, a little too forcefully.

"I don't understand this conversation," Touya sighed and walked away.

Hikaru scowled in Touya's general direction for a while. Then he ran a hand through his hair and wondered what it would be like not to have any blond in it. Fewer stupid questions, he could be sure of that.

"Maybe I should go natural," he thought aloud.

"Au naturel ?" said Ogata, who was passing by. "I'd like to see that."

"What does that mean?" asked Hikaru.

"Nothing you need to know," Ogata purred. "On a related note, I just heard Akira muttering something about your hair being supranational."

"That's supernatural. I don't even know what that other word means, so it can't be that."

"That makes sense," said Ogata, then paused as if to digest what he had just said. "Anyway, what makes your hair supernatural?"

"It's not. That was just a joke that got blown out of proportion."

Ogata's eyes turned sharp and glittery beneath his glasses.

"Supernatural, huh. This wouldn't have anything to do with the internet player Sai, would it?"

"This has nothing to do with Sai!" Hikaru yelled, because it was the truth. Sai had never helped Hikaru with his hair, just his Go.

Ogata pushed his glasses up and sort of tossed his hair, but in a totally masculine way. "Well, I guess it can't be helped. I'll figure it out someday, Shindou, mark my words." Then he, too, walked away.

Hikaru watched him go with a sense of insulted outrage burning throughout him, all the way down to the tips of his blonde bangs. Ogata was just the last in a long string of people out to annoy him today. There was nothing unnatural about having hair like his, right? Right.

Then he went home and touched up his roots for four hours and sacrificed a small animal to the gods of nice hair, like he did every day.

The end.