Hmm… the letter thing has also been used in another story. Don't worry, I'm not stealing anyone's ideas :P I helped write it in the other story, and the idea was originally for this story, but got used in the other story first. *Sweatdrop* anyway, till then!

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"Personally, I like Hitomi's idea of a haircut," Leifang said.

"Me too," added Hitomi.

There was a pause.

"Should we just get him a haircut?" Kasumi asked.

"He might not want a haircut!" Helena exclaimed, stroking her long hair.

"Well, too bad! It's the thought that counts, right?" Leifang stood up. "And we think that he should like our haircut!"

"Not the beautiful long hair!" Bayman mocked, running a hand through his own fuzz.

"Why would anyone in their right mind grow their hair that long, anyway?" Jann-Lee snorted.

Three angry girls turned to him, two out of the three wearing stilettos.

"Shit," Jann-Lee ran out of the room.

"I think what he meant was 'why would any guy in their right mind grow their hair that long, anyway?'" Zack offered.

"Oh," Helena and Kasumi sat down. Leifang remained standing.

"He didn't say that. And besides, it's an excuse to stiletto him. I'll see you soon,"

"Isn't it the thought that counts?" Bayman asked.

A stiletto later, he was sorely regretting speaking. Very sorely.

Meanwhile, Hayabusa was in the very interesting process of meditating. He was just clearing his mind (which needless to say, wasn't hard) when suddenly, an arrow shot directly at his head. He grabbed his sword, and with several chops, the arrow landed in a pile of splinters at his feet. Just intact was a piece of paper attached to the letter.

"Wow…" he mused aloud. "A letter! Hopefully it isn't junk mail… I love letters…"

There was a pause. All you could hear was the birds chirping, that was until the sound of paper being scrunched up was heard.

"I'd like them even more if I could read, but," the super ninja muttered, throwing the paper to the ground. "Why does everyone keep on sending me letters when I can't read 'em? Stupid Japanese characters… can't anyone send me a letter in a language I understand? Like… umm… Hayabusaese or something?"

There was a flurry of sakura petals before Kasumi appeared next to him. "Hey, Hayabusa!" she said, then noticed the paper by his feet. "You got a letter? Can I read it?"

"Be my guest," he said bitterly.

"Hmm… wow. Who's this?" she showed him the letter. He snatched it off her.

"Your mum," he muttered.

"My mum? Wow! Can I come too? I want to see Mum! Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaase, Hayabuuuuuuussssaaa?" she begged.

"Uh… there's not enough room in the car," he said stupidly. Kasumi's face fell.

"Oh. Well…" she looked extremely despondent. "Well, say hi to her for me, won't you, Hayabusa-san?"

"I'll do that," he promised, disappearing in a swirl of leaves.