Bart looked at his auburn hair with some trepidation through his one good eye. A change was in order, he felt, and it just seemed as if he could not effectively pull off the dashing prince role with his plain, disgustingly brown hair. He considered Sigurd's golden locks and decided that Sigurd pulled off the prince far better than he did. This, Bart would not have.
So it was that Bartholomew Fatima, son of Edbert the Fourth, heir to the kingdom of Aveh, and pirate captain of the Yggsdrasil, bent his head down to the sink and proceeded to bleach it. The smell was horrendous, but he reminded himself with that ever so present arrogant smirk every time he looked in the mirror, that blond hair really suited him better.
After some time, he completed the trial of bleaching every strand of hair and watched as his hair slowly faded into the color he desired. Washing it out and braiding it, he walked out of his room, chest out, with a smooth, confident grin clearly written across his face.
Across the hall, he heard the sound of a door and footsteps echoing his own. Sigurd stood before him with astonishment, and Bart noted, with some irritability, that something was different about his right hand man.
"You bleached your hair!" The two cried at each other in stunned surprise.
Sigurd's hair, which had been blond up until just a few hours ago, was indeed a shocking white. But Bart, though previously concerned with the abrupt change in hair color, had realized a repercussion to their quite sudden exclamation.
"Jinx!" He shouted, finding much to his dismay that Sigurd was calmly saying it at the same time.
However, Bart was not so quick to regain his wits, and Sigurd counted coolly, beating Bart effectively. He smiled slightly, "I like your hair, young master."
Bart was dumbfounded, not quite sure if he should speak or not. He wasn't relatively convinced just how interested Sigurd was in playing the game, and he found that prospect of being slugged by the man to be wholly disheartening. He clamped his lips closed, and eyed the other man with apprehension.
"Your hair looks nice," Sigurd commented, walking by to the elevator to go to the bridge.
For a few moments, Bart stood there completely stunned by the events that had just occurred. The decidedly white hair of Sigurd was forgotten quite quickly as Bart searched his mind desperately for a solution to new problem.
"That's some nice hair, young master!" A crewmember who was passing by said, much to Bart's dismay, his name was not called. He gave a wane smile to him, but did not respond. A jinx, after all, is a jinx, and he dared not cross the line and find out what the consequences were.
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I'm told I should add myself in right here, make sweet passionate love to him and call him name all night long… or to appease the fan girls, write Fei in to make sweet passionate love and call his name all night long.
Both are ways, I feel, that can suitably lift Bart's Jinx.
