Legal: Same as always, I don't own Gundam, its characters or their hair. So, enjoy!
Author's note: I apologize in advance for this part. It's short (I could've done it all in 4 lines...) and it is the pure result of what happens when you drink too much Dr. Pepper while watching 'Billy Elliot'. Enjoy anyway!
Battle of the Blondes
Part VI: The Hair will Fly
As Quatre pulled up to the front gate of his large estate, he was suddenly aware that something was amiss. Pulling up behind Duo, who seemed to be distracted by his purple-haired female love interest, he found himself to be in the midst of a battle of the sexes.
Relena whipped around to glare Quatre in the eye. "You," she growled, "how dare you..."
Quatre was suddenly confused. "How dare I what?"
"That hair... That damn hair of yours... How dare you show up with that rich, full flaxen mane of yours! Omae o korosu!" Relena lunged at Quatre, but, being hardly klutzy, she missed and tumbled to the ground.
"Hair?" Quatre asked inquisitively. "That's what this is all about?"
Relena nodded.
"You mean to tell me you went through all this trouble just because you were jealous of my hair?!"
Wiping off her dress, Relena stood up. "I was NOT jealous, I just..." She trailed off.
From the background, the hyena-like laughs of Bad Lady Une and Dorothy could be heard along with the bored sigh of an impatient Mariemaia.
Duo, who'd been drooling over Hilde's scandalous battle wears, suddenly started laughing. "That's ridiculous! Besides, everyone knows MY hair is the best out of all of us!"
His comment was met with harsh glares from all sides. "Stupid little boy," Bad Lady Une growled pompously, "everyone knows that my hair, especially when braided, is both shiny and magnificent."
Heero stood up, bloody, but otherwise unfazed. "Your hair is uglier than a pig's ass."
Relena swooned. "I always knew you loved my hair best, Heero!"
"Hn." To emphasize his point, Heero pulled out a comb and began carefully brushing his rogue locks.
Wufei grunted. "Free hair is for the weak! Tight ponytails, such as mine, show the true glory of a strong man's forehead!"
Trowa looked over at the enraged Chinese pilot skeptically. "Foreheads are ugly," he stated tersely.
"What was that uncle impostor?" Mariemaia yelled across the green. "Is that your hair or did something die on your head?"
Hilde and Mariemaia began laughing like small children and pointing at Trowa's shock of bangs.
Meanwhile, Quatre sat and watch, perplexed as to how this strange battle over locks began. 'I can't believe this. All this over my cute little hair-do. This is pointless, but how do I stop them?' Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a medium-sized vile and a squirt gun. 'Perfect.' Loading the contents of the vile into the squirt gun, he called out to the warring hair fanatics. "Hey guys! Look at this!" As everyone turned to look, they were blasted with the contents of the water pistol. The battle was over.
*~*~*
Two days had passed since that frightful battle, but the effects wore on. Duo picked up his bicolored braid and let out a low whimper. "Quatre," he whined to the contented pilot, "why?"
"Why what?"
"Why the hell did you have to use bleach!"
Quatre smiled. "Now there's no question. My hair is undoubtedly the cutest."
*~*~*
This concludes "The Battle of the Blondes". I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as (hopefully more than) I enjoyed writing it. Please, let me know what you think! Should I write a sequel? Let me know, m'kay? ~ Cherubic Sasami
Author's note: I apologize in advance for this part. It's short (I could've done it all in 4 lines...) and it is the pure result of what happens when you drink too much Dr. Pepper while watching 'Billy Elliot'. Enjoy anyway!
Battle of the Blondes
Part VI: The Hair will Fly
As Quatre pulled up to the front gate of his large estate, he was suddenly aware that something was amiss. Pulling up behind Duo, who seemed to be distracted by his purple-haired female love interest, he found himself to be in the midst of a battle of the sexes.
Relena whipped around to glare Quatre in the eye. "You," she growled, "how dare you..."
Quatre was suddenly confused. "How dare I what?"
"That hair... That damn hair of yours... How dare you show up with that rich, full flaxen mane of yours! Omae o korosu!" Relena lunged at Quatre, but, being hardly klutzy, she missed and tumbled to the ground.
"Hair?" Quatre asked inquisitively. "That's what this is all about?"
Relena nodded.
"You mean to tell me you went through all this trouble just because you were jealous of my hair?!"
Wiping off her dress, Relena stood up. "I was NOT jealous, I just..." She trailed off.
From the background, the hyena-like laughs of Bad Lady Une and Dorothy could be heard along with the bored sigh of an impatient Mariemaia.
Duo, who'd been drooling over Hilde's scandalous battle wears, suddenly started laughing. "That's ridiculous! Besides, everyone knows MY hair is the best out of all of us!"
His comment was met with harsh glares from all sides. "Stupid little boy," Bad Lady Une growled pompously, "everyone knows that my hair, especially when braided, is both shiny and magnificent."
Heero stood up, bloody, but otherwise unfazed. "Your hair is uglier than a pig's ass."
Relena swooned. "I always knew you loved my hair best, Heero!"
"Hn." To emphasize his point, Heero pulled out a comb and began carefully brushing his rogue locks.
Wufei grunted. "Free hair is for the weak! Tight ponytails, such as mine, show the true glory of a strong man's forehead!"
Trowa looked over at the enraged Chinese pilot skeptically. "Foreheads are ugly," he stated tersely.
"What was that uncle impostor?" Mariemaia yelled across the green. "Is that your hair or did something die on your head?"
Hilde and Mariemaia began laughing like small children and pointing at Trowa's shock of bangs.
Meanwhile, Quatre sat and watch, perplexed as to how this strange battle over locks began. 'I can't believe this. All this over my cute little hair-do. This is pointless, but how do I stop them?' Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a medium-sized vile and a squirt gun. 'Perfect.' Loading the contents of the vile into the squirt gun, he called out to the warring hair fanatics. "Hey guys! Look at this!" As everyone turned to look, they were blasted with the contents of the water pistol. The battle was over.
*~*~*
Two days had passed since that frightful battle, but the effects wore on. Duo picked up his bicolored braid and let out a low whimper. "Quatre," he whined to the contented pilot, "why?"
"Why what?"
"Why the hell did you have to use bleach!"
Quatre smiled. "Now there's no question. My hair is undoubtedly the cutest."
*~*~*
This concludes "The Battle of the Blondes". I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as (hopefully more than) I enjoyed writing it. Please, let me know what you think! Should I write a sequel? Let me know, m'kay? ~ Cherubic Sasami