The Perils of Hair Dye
(A/N: Yeah, my second in a series. If anyone has any ideas, feel free to review/email me and pass them along! Much love, DIW)
OoOoO
"I'll kill you."
Unfortunately, that was a rather normal phrase to be heard when in the company of one Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell. One expected aforementioned Heero to be talking to Duo when saying it, and when heard one didn't really worry. After all, he had plenty of opportunities to 'off' the violet-eyed menace, but Heero never did.
However, when this sentence is uttered by a really, really, REALLY pissed off previously-brunet-but-now-a-red-head, one did take notice.
"How were we supposed to know it wouldn't wash out in three washes? That's what the bottle said!" Heero said in his defense, backing away from the crazy American.
That didn't seem to make any difference to Duo. "Better start runnin' Yuy." He said, a maniacal gleam in his eyes.
Quatra glanced towards the advancing boy, and then back at his two companions, "Shouldn't we help or something?"
Wufei and Trowa exchanged glances. "No." They both said at the same time, turning in time to see Heero be pounced on.
It was a very eventful afternoon.