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Battle of the Blondes
Part I: She's Got the Urge... To Hurt You
Relena sat on her large, pink, satiny bed and sighed. Something just didn't seem right, but what? She took out her Princess Snow White Barbie talking mirror. "Mirror, mirror from the box, who's the one with the prettiest locks?" she recited, stroking her Dijon mustard-colored hair.
Like magic, Princess Snow White Barbie's face appeared and replied, "You, of course! Because everyone's as pretty as a princess in Barbie World!" Suddenly, her voice turned dark. "Now, go buy all my dolls and accessories or I'll hunt you down!" With that, Barbie's face disappeared.
Relena flomped down on her back and sighed. "Something still doesn't feel right," she sighed to herself. Picking up her newly developed pictures from the last 'Gundam Crew' picnic, she suddenly realized what had been bothering her. Someone did have better hair. It was lighter, more delicate, and just beautiful in general. She frowned. "Quatre, in the name of my happiness, you must die..."
*~*~*
Meanwhile, at Winner Mansion, Quatre was combing his delicate hair and singing. "She's got the urge... to herbal," he sang while watching himself in the mirror. Quatre was very picky about what hair products he used. In the shower, he used only Herbal Essences' Rose Hip shampoo and conditioner. To style, he found that Pantene ProV was the only thing that kept his fly-aways together. And finally, he used Sebastian Molding Mud* to perfect his shabby-chic style.
He paused from his morning routine. Some was wrong. He touched each bottle and pondered. Something was out of place. Had Duo stolen his styling mousse again? No, not since he had accidentally picked up the whipped cream from Quatre's "special drawer". Quatre smiled, remembering the dog that had chased Duo down the street and eventually knocked him over, licking his chestnut hair with delight.
Still something wasn't right. He sniffed the air. Some strange, alien scent wafted amongst the perfumes of hair products. Quatre touched his hair one more time. There, he felt it. His hair, instead of feeling like newborn duck feathers, felt sticky. As he went to pull his hand away, he noticed, to his horror that his hair stuck and followed. He sniffed the familiar scent: honey. How could this have happened? Who could've done this? He picked up each bottle and sniffed. No, not the Herbal Essences'... Nope, not the Pantene ProV... Finally, he picked up his faithful tub of $46 Sebastian Molding Mud. Instead of smelling the sick scent of formaldehyde-like goo, he smelled the sweet aroma of honey.
He whimpered and cried. Not in his 15 years of living with 29 sisters had anyone done anything so downright cruel. He was about to go downstairs and interrogate each member of the house (starting with Duo), when he heard a voice that didn't belong. Opening the door, he heard Relena talking at Heero.
"...So then I told her 'Whatever you do, don't sell that poodle!' Isn't that funny?" she paused. "Heero, I said, isn't that funny?" Instead of pausing, she giggled. "Yeah, I thought it was funny too.
Up in his room, Quatre tried to think of a logical reason why Relena would've done such a thing.
"Now Quatre," he murmured to himself, "don't go jumping to conclusions. Just because Relena is here and your expensive hair product has been laced with honey doesn't mean she's the culprit. I'm sure whoever did it will eventually feel guilty for their actions and come apologize." He smiled at his ability to rationalize and walked downstairs into the living room. "Hello Heero, hello Miss Relena. Miss Relena, how are you today?" he asked, in his sweetest tone.
"I'm very well, thank you Quatre. And how are you?"
"Alright, thank you. Well, I'd best be going, I've got to go pick up some groceries." It was a lame excuse, but Quatre didn't want to spend any extra time around Relena, fearing that he might lose his temper and make false accusations.
"While your out," Relena said with a devilish grin, "you might want to buy some more of that fancy molding muck you 'STICK' in your hair!" she laughed maniacally.
Quatre slammed that door. Leaning against it, he sighed. "I didn't want to have to do this, but... Relena Peacecraft, this means war..."
*~*~*
*Sebastian Molding Mud is one of my favorite hair products. I figured if I was going to put my favorite hair products, I shouldn't leave out my absolute favorite... ^^;; Shallow? Hardly. Meticulous? Sometimes. Running low on decent ideas? Always.
So... You like? You no like? Tell me! (~_~;; Especially because I never proofread...) Please, send all comments, questions, and constructive criticisms to Sasami211@japan.com
Battle of the Blondes
Part I: She's Got the Urge... To Hurt You
Relena sat on her large, pink, satiny bed and sighed. Something just didn't seem right, but what? She took out her Princess Snow White Barbie talking mirror. "Mirror, mirror from the box, who's the one with the prettiest locks?" she recited, stroking her Dijon mustard-colored hair.
Like magic, Princess Snow White Barbie's face appeared and replied, "You, of course! Because everyone's as pretty as a princess in Barbie World!" Suddenly, her voice turned dark. "Now, go buy all my dolls and accessories or I'll hunt you down!" With that, Barbie's face disappeared.
Relena flomped down on her back and sighed. "Something still doesn't feel right," she sighed to herself. Picking up her newly developed pictures from the last 'Gundam Crew' picnic, she suddenly realized what had been bothering her. Someone did have better hair. It was lighter, more delicate, and just beautiful in general. She frowned. "Quatre, in the name of my happiness, you must die..."
*~*~*
Meanwhile, at Winner Mansion, Quatre was combing his delicate hair and singing. "She's got the urge... to herbal," he sang while watching himself in the mirror. Quatre was very picky about what hair products he used. In the shower, he used only Herbal Essences' Rose Hip shampoo and conditioner. To style, he found that Pantene ProV was the only thing that kept his fly-aways together. And finally, he used Sebastian Molding Mud* to perfect his shabby-chic style.
He paused from his morning routine. Some was wrong. He touched each bottle and pondered. Something was out of place. Had Duo stolen his styling mousse again? No, not since he had accidentally picked up the whipped cream from Quatre's "special drawer". Quatre smiled, remembering the dog that had chased Duo down the street and eventually knocked him over, licking his chestnut hair with delight.
Still something wasn't right. He sniffed the air. Some strange, alien scent wafted amongst the perfumes of hair products. Quatre touched his hair one more time. There, he felt it. His hair, instead of feeling like newborn duck feathers, felt sticky. As he went to pull his hand away, he noticed, to his horror that his hair stuck and followed. He sniffed the familiar scent: honey. How could this have happened? Who could've done this? He picked up each bottle and sniffed. No, not the Herbal Essences'... Nope, not the Pantene ProV... Finally, he picked up his faithful tub of $46 Sebastian Molding Mud. Instead of smelling the sick scent of formaldehyde-like goo, he smelled the sweet aroma of honey.
He whimpered and cried. Not in his 15 years of living with 29 sisters had anyone done anything so downright cruel. He was about to go downstairs and interrogate each member of the house (starting with Duo), when he heard a voice that didn't belong. Opening the door, he heard Relena talking at Heero.
"...So then I told her 'Whatever you do, don't sell that poodle!' Isn't that funny?" she paused. "Heero, I said, isn't that funny?" Instead of pausing, she giggled. "Yeah, I thought it was funny too.
Up in his room, Quatre tried to think of a logical reason why Relena would've done such a thing.
"Now Quatre," he murmured to himself, "don't go jumping to conclusions. Just because Relena is here and your expensive hair product has been laced with honey doesn't mean she's the culprit. I'm sure whoever did it will eventually feel guilty for their actions and come apologize." He smiled at his ability to rationalize and walked downstairs into the living room. "Hello Heero, hello Miss Relena. Miss Relena, how are you today?" he asked, in his sweetest tone.
"I'm very well, thank you Quatre. And how are you?"
"Alright, thank you. Well, I'd best be going, I've got to go pick up some groceries." It was a lame excuse, but Quatre didn't want to spend any extra time around Relena, fearing that he might lose his temper and make false accusations.
"While your out," Relena said with a devilish grin, "you might want to buy some more of that fancy molding muck you 'STICK' in your hair!" she laughed maniacally.
Quatre slammed that door. Leaning against it, he sighed. "I didn't want to have to do this, but... Relena Peacecraft, this means war..."
*~*~*
*Sebastian Molding Mud is one of my favorite hair products. I figured if I was going to put my favorite hair products, I shouldn't leave out my absolute favorite... ^^;; Shallow? Hardly. Meticulous? Sometimes. Running low on decent ideas? Always.
So... You like? You no like? Tell me! (~_~;; Especially because I never proofread...) Please, send all comments, questions, and constructive criticisms to Sasami211@japan.com