Hair today.
Gotta love bad titles.
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In her room Haruka found a pair of scissors. "Sorry Daddy I couldn't wait."
She ran to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. She grabbed a fistfull
of her hair and cut. She grabbed another fistfull and let the previous fall to
the floor.
Years worth of hair gone in moments.
Haruka looked at herself in the mirror. She tilted her head to the side and
ran her fingers through her, now short, hair. It was wonderful. She was a
new person.
She glanced at the floor around her. It was coated with a think layer of her
freshly shorn hair. "I better clean this up."
The microwave went off in the kitchen un-noticed.
Haruka was one her knees scooping up her sandy blond locks and throwing them
away. "Now I can be one of the boys."
Haruka got up, dusted off her knees, and ran to a close to get the broom and
dustpan to get the tiny pieces of hair. She swept the hair happily into the
dust pan and tossed it.
Now for a new look. Her old skirt and shirt would not do. She dove into her
closet and searched until she found what she wanted. Pants. She quickly tore
the skirt off and put them on.
"Let's play dress-up." She giggled amusedly at herself and ran into her father's
room. Now where did he keep his ties? She looked through drawers to no avail
then opened his closet.
"AH HA!" hanging on the door were several ties. She grabbed one and whipped
it a few times to get it off the tie rack.
She ran back into the bathroom and put it on.
It was too long for her, but she still liked the look.
A loud knock at the door sent Haruka's heart into her throat. She timidly
walked to the door and opened it.
"Hello, little boy, is your friend Haruka home?" The man at the door, obviously
a police officer, asked.
"Uh yeah," Haruka giggled in spite of her fear. "I'm Haruka."
"Oh excuse me," He stepped inside. "I have something to tell you." He expression
told Haruka it wasn't good.
***
Michiru watched the bus drive off. "Emotion." She thought.
She walked back over to her music and held her violin to her chin. "Emotion."
She said outloud.
The notes came, like before. Perfect, sharp, as if they were just written for
her. She moved the bow effortless across the strings.
Her mind drifted as she played. She saw mountains and streams. The ocean.
Waves crashing against cliffs.
Before she knew it she had finished the music.
"I did it," She whispered. "Mama would be so proud."
She lay the violin and bow back in their case.
The slam of a door. Michuri jumped and ran to a window.
It was a police car. And there were two men coming to the door. "What do
they want." Michiru thought.
They sauntered up the the front door with grim faces. She could hear them
talking.
"Terrible accident." One said to the other.
"I know. The poor families." the other replied as he knocked on the door.
Michiru got up and walked to the door. "Poor families?" She slowly opened it.
"H-Hello.."
"Kaiou Michiru?" One officer asked.
"Yes, That is me." Michiru stood up straight and looked at the men. "What's
wrong?"
"May we come inside?"
"Yes of course." She opened the door and allowed them to come in.
"I'm afraid we have some bad news."
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Yes Michiru's section is shorter, but I got happy describing the process of
mutilating one's hair. *laughs evily*
Gotta love bad titles.
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In her room Haruka found a pair of scissors. "Sorry Daddy I couldn't wait."
She ran to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. She grabbed a fistfull
of her hair and cut. She grabbed another fistfull and let the previous fall to
the floor.
Years worth of hair gone in moments.
Haruka looked at herself in the mirror. She tilted her head to the side and
ran her fingers through her, now short, hair. It was wonderful. She was a
new person.
She glanced at the floor around her. It was coated with a think layer of her
freshly shorn hair. "I better clean this up."
The microwave went off in the kitchen un-noticed.
Haruka was one her knees scooping up her sandy blond locks and throwing them
away. "Now I can be one of the boys."
Haruka got up, dusted off her knees, and ran to a close to get the broom and
dustpan to get the tiny pieces of hair. She swept the hair happily into the
dust pan and tossed it.
Now for a new look. Her old skirt and shirt would not do. She dove into her
closet and searched until she found what she wanted. Pants. She quickly tore
the skirt off and put them on.
"Let's play dress-up." She giggled amusedly at herself and ran into her father's
room. Now where did he keep his ties? She looked through drawers to no avail
then opened his closet.
"AH HA!" hanging on the door were several ties. She grabbed one and whipped
it a few times to get it off the tie rack.
She ran back into the bathroom and put it on.
It was too long for her, but she still liked the look.
A loud knock at the door sent Haruka's heart into her throat. She timidly
walked to the door and opened it.
"Hello, little boy, is your friend Haruka home?" The man at the door, obviously
a police officer, asked.
"Uh yeah," Haruka giggled in spite of her fear. "I'm Haruka."
"Oh excuse me," He stepped inside. "I have something to tell you." He expression
told Haruka it wasn't good.
***
Michiru watched the bus drive off. "Emotion." She thought.
She walked back over to her music and held her violin to her chin. "Emotion."
She said outloud.
The notes came, like before. Perfect, sharp, as if they were just written for
her. She moved the bow effortless across the strings.
Her mind drifted as she played. She saw mountains and streams. The ocean.
Waves crashing against cliffs.
Before she knew it she had finished the music.
"I did it," She whispered. "Mama would be so proud."
She lay the violin and bow back in their case.
The slam of a door. Michuri jumped and ran to a window.
It was a police car. And there were two men coming to the door. "What do
they want." Michiru thought.
They sauntered up the the front door with grim faces. She could hear them
talking.
"Terrible accident." One said to the other.
"I know. The poor families." the other replied as he knocked on the door.
Michiru got up and walked to the door. "Poor families?" She slowly opened it.
"H-Hello.."
"Kaiou Michiru?" One officer asked.
"Yes, That is me." Michiru stood up straight and looked at the men. "What's
wrong?"
"May we come inside?"
"Yes of course." She opened the door and allowed them to come in.
"I'm afraid we have some bad news."
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Yes Michiru's section is shorter, but I got happy describing the process of
mutilating one's hair. *laughs evily*