Thank you, that's all I wanted.

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She stared in the mirror guiltily. She brushed a platinum blonde ringlet from her startling blue eyes and frowned. She pushed the ringlet back into her face, to obscure her unusual blue eyebrows. She felt so ridiculously stupid. She felt stupidly ridiculous.

The pale pink rays of sunrise were just beginning to seep into the room, obscured partially by the tightly shut Venetian blinds. Orange rays of light fell across her pale face, across the ground and the mess that littered it. Slicing.

Slicing the boxes that once contained hair dye, slicing a stained pink towel, slicing curling irons scattered across the carpet, slicing Chichi's sleeping form in 1, 2, 3… 4 pieces. She stretched her legs out straight in front of her and felt the warm sun slice her legs off at the knees.

Pulling herself to her feet, she padded across the room and opened the blinds, squinting as the warm sunlight flooded her face. She peered down from her second storey bedroom to the road. Across the road a middle aged businessman wandered out in his pyjamas to collect the newspaper. A magpie eyed the grass suspiciously from a large tree in Buruma's front yard. It was all perfectly normal and perfectly boring. Perfectly perfect. She felt so… sheltered. For most of her life she'd lived with this perfectly perfect world of perfect clipped green lawns and perfect two storey five bedroom homes surrounding her.

However, she was acutely aware that if she ever tried to leave, she wouldn't make it. She just wouldn't know what to do in the real world. She turned around to wait for Chichi to wake up. At least Chichi looked good, even if she didn't. Buruma Briefs, master stylist, had given Chichi a very fashionable layered look to her shoulders, and they'd agreed on a faint red tinge. She was wishing now she hadn't done something so drastic on herself.

She heard the doorbell ring and glanced at her clock radio. Was it 9 already? Sure, she'd spent a long time sitting on the floor, but it hadn't been THAT long. She hurriedly ran into the bathroom and pulled on a pair of jeans and a pale blue t-shirt before running down the stairs as the doorbell rang again.

She flung open the door and just stood there stupidly. One of the twins, she still couldn't tell them apart, was standing on her front step uncomfortably, holding what appeared to be her binder. She blinked owlishly. He shifted his weight uncomfortably and she looked behind him. She couldn't see a car, which meant that he walked here.

"Uh… hi…" She took a wild guess "Bejita?" He looked a little startled but actually kind of pleased, he probably got called the wrong name all the time.

"Yeah, Bejita… what the fuck happened to your hair?" Her face went bright red with embarrassment, and she patted her hair nervously.

"I… bleached and curled it and cut it… it was a spur of the moment thing. Are those my books?" He held them out to her silently and she took them then stood holding them in the doorway. "So… you live around here?" He looked uncomfortable.

"Yes. What's the time? I think I have to be going soon. Now, maybe even." Her face fell. It was blatantly obvious he just didn't want to be here, with her.

"Buruma?" She whipped around to see her mother standing in the hallway in her fluffy pink dressing gown. "Buruma! What have you done to your beautiful hair???!" She ran over and picked up a ringlet then dropped it back down against her daughter's face with a sigh. "Well, I can't do anything about it, and I suppose short hair is fashionable." Buruma let out a sigh, but it was not really her mother's reaction she had been worrying about. She was still stressing over what her father would think of it. Bunny peered over Buruma's shoulder ((A/N: Right now I'm going to explain something. Buruma was born in Japan and spent the first couple of years of her life there. Her father is Japanese. Her mother is American, so she has a non-Japanese name and is blonde and such.)) at Bejita. "Oh, and who is this, Buruma? Have you found yourself a new boyfriend already? He's so cute, come in, come in!"

When Bejita just glared at her darkly, she ushered Buruma aside and took him by the arm, leading him inside.

"Look, lady, I have to go now, let go of my fucking arm."

"Oh! You shouldn't speak like that! It's not polite, now sit down and I'll make you all some coffee." Buruma watched her mother scurry off and smiled apologetically. She didn't get the empathy she would have from Aaron. Instead she got a (kind of sexy, really) scowl as though it was her fault.

"What the fuck is wrong with your mother?" Her eyes widened at his accusatory manner. In an instant his scowl no longer looked sexy, it just showed he had an attitude problem. She scowled back and stood up.

"You can go now, thank you very much. When you come into someone's house as a fricking guest it's not considered good manners to insult their mother you arsehole." He sneered and stood up, making it obvious that he didn't want to be here in the first place, and stalked out.

She slumped down on the sofa. "Why do I have such awful taste in guys?"

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That was ridiculously short. I ran out of ideas at the end, I always do. Anyway, review or die. Not only will you die, but also you will get a 100 word chapter about nonsense so pah. And no, DB, you are my good and faithful reviewer, not scum.