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Heero was over at Relena's mansion, helping her plan security for her upcoming diplomatic party.
"And that's everything" he concluded.
"Almost everything" Relena replied looking carefully at him.
Heero closely examined the plans everything was in order, no aspect of the house or grounds had been overlooked. He looked up. Relena was still looking at him.
"What?" he asked half annoyed, half curious.
"Heero, you need to get a haircut." Relena said frankly.
"Why? What's wrong with it?" One hand instinctively went to touch his hair, as he did so he caught his reflection in one of the mansion's large windows. His hair was the same as it had always been - wild and uncontrollable.
"It's a mess" Relena stated.
Heero didn't see why this was a problem. He liked his hair the way it was - minimum fuss required, unlike some people he could mention who seemed to spend half their lives locked in a bathroom. However Relena seemed to be expecting a response.
"And?" he prodded.
"I can't have you on my security force with hair like that. It's unprofessional."
Heero gawked at her. Him? Unprofessional? He may not be a lot of things but he was not unprofessional.
"I don't do haircuts," he said through gritted teeth.
Relena eyeballed him. "And why not?"
Heero hesitated. He wasn't exactly sure why but he had always avoided the barbers. Maybe it was just a silly superstition but he'd always had the feeling that things were completely out of his control once he sat in the barber's chair. If they weren't consciously trying to kill him, they were at least attempting to talk him to death and Heero, not being the world's greatest conversationalist, hated small talk.
"We took an oath when we became Gundam pilots not to have our hair cut" he lied solemnly.
"Liar" Relena retorted, "Quatre's hair is always perfectly presentable"
Heero cursed Quatre mentally and gave Relena the infamous Yuy death glare; not that it seemed to have much effect.
"Heero, I don't see why you are resisting this. Are you refusing to do it as a mission?" Heero remained silent. Relena carried on regardless. "I can't have you on my security force with hair like that. It creates a bad impression and sets a bad example to the rest of the force. Gundam Pilot or not" Heero groaned inwardly, was this woman ever going to shut up? "I'm going to the salon tomorrow anyway" she continued "you can come with me. I'm sure they'll be able to squeeze you in somewhere"
Heero grimaced she had him and she knew it. Relena smiled as if to reassure him.
"What time do we leave?" he asked
Relena's smile widened.
A\N: Thus concludes chapter one of Heero at the hairdressers, stay tuned for part two. Coming soon to a screen near you!
Heero was over at Relena's mansion, helping her plan security for her upcoming diplomatic party.
"And that's everything" he concluded.
"Almost everything" Relena replied looking carefully at him.
Heero closely examined the plans everything was in order, no aspect of the house or grounds had been overlooked. He looked up. Relena was still looking at him.
"What?" he asked half annoyed, half curious.
"Heero, you need to get a haircut." Relena said frankly.
"Why? What's wrong with it?" One hand instinctively went to touch his hair, as he did so he caught his reflection in one of the mansion's large windows. His hair was the same as it had always been - wild and uncontrollable.
"It's a mess" Relena stated.
Heero didn't see why this was a problem. He liked his hair the way it was - minimum fuss required, unlike some people he could mention who seemed to spend half their lives locked in a bathroom. However Relena seemed to be expecting a response.
"And?" he prodded.
"I can't have you on my security force with hair like that. It's unprofessional."
Heero gawked at her. Him? Unprofessional? He may not be a lot of things but he was not unprofessional.
"I don't do haircuts," he said through gritted teeth.
Relena eyeballed him. "And why not?"
Heero hesitated. He wasn't exactly sure why but he had always avoided the barbers. Maybe it was just a silly superstition but he'd always had the feeling that things were completely out of his control once he sat in the barber's chair. If they weren't consciously trying to kill him, they were at least attempting to talk him to death and Heero, not being the world's greatest conversationalist, hated small talk.
"We took an oath when we became Gundam pilots not to have our hair cut" he lied solemnly.
"Liar" Relena retorted, "Quatre's hair is always perfectly presentable"
Heero cursed Quatre mentally and gave Relena the infamous Yuy death glare; not that it seemed to have much effect.
"Heero, I don't see why you are resisting this. Are you refusing to do it as a mission?" Heero remained silent. Relena carried on regardless. "I can't have you on my security force with hair like that. It creates a bad impression and sets a bad example to the rest of the force. Gundam Pilot or not" Heero groaned inwardly, was this woman ever going to shut up? "I'm going to the salon tomorrow anyway" she continued "you can come with me. I'm sure they'll be able to squeeze you in somewhere"
Heero grimaced she had him and she knew it. Relena smiled as if to reassure him.
"What time do we leave?" he asked
Relena's smile widened.
A\N: Thus concludes chapter one of Heero at the hairdressers, stay tuned for part two. Coming soon to a screen near you!