Title/theme: HAIR
Genre: humour
Approx time line: Phase 45-46 of GS
Summary: "Do you think I'd look good with long hair and a mask?"
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Long blond hair.
Black uniform neat and tidy.
White gloves on both hands.
A mask with cold glass eyes hiding his features.
He raised his right arm, the figure in the mirror moved accordingly. He shook his head, the figure on the other side of the mirror shook his head as well.
Is this…me…
Oh no, I've become…
Mwu gasped as his eyes shot open in the dark room. He looked around, there were no mirrors, and no sign of gloves or masks or black uniforms.
Okay, it was just a dream…
Still a bit uneasy, he reached up and felt for his hair. He sighed in relief as his fingers told him the strands were short, just the way he'd left them.
Assured, his breathing calmed down. But as he went over the details of his dream, he shuddered involuntarily at the thought of himself becoming like that man.
The figure beside him stirred.
"Mwu?" came her sleepy voice as she rolled over to face him. "Something wrong?" she asked.
"I-It's nothing," he answered her as he tried to get that lingering image out of his head.
"Bad dream?" she asked. Her eyes were now open as they traced over his features.
"Heh, well, I guess you could say that," he replied sheepishly. "But it's nothing, really." He didn't want to worry her.
"Hmm." She decided not to ask. Instead, she snuggled closer to him, and went back to sleep.
"Murrue?" he whispered after a moment of thought.
"Hmm?"
"Do you think," he paused, suddenly feeling silly for wanting to ask his question. But he went ahead anyways. "Do you think I'd look goodwith long hair and a mask?"
She lifted her head to look at him quizzically, wondering where the sudden and random question came from. She was about to ask if he was joking when she caught a glint of worry in his blue eyes as he waited eagerly for her answer.
She sighed and lay back down. Stifling the urge to laugh, she asked instead: "Why would you want to hide behind a mask?"
He chuckled then, realising how silly and strange his question must've sounded to her. She was right, why would he wear a mask?
"To save the world from blinding itself from my handsomeness, of course."
That drew a delightful giggle from her. "All right, you do that."
She was about to close her eyes when he asked another question.
"What about my hair?"
"What about it?" she asked, her voice muffled by his shirt.
"Do you think it'd look better long?"
"Why? Are you thinking of growing it out?" She wondered faintly where these random questions came from. But decided not to ask, because she didn't really want to know.
"Well, no," he admitted. "I don't know, should I grow it out?"
She sighed and reached up, ruffling his blond curls playfully. "That's up to you. I'd like it however you want to your hair to look."
He seemed to be slightly relieved at that, though he still seemed uncertain about something. But he decided to brush that aside; she wanted to sleep, and he didn't want to disturb her anymore. He was happy though, to know that she'd like him no matter what his appearance was like.
He shifted to a more comfortable position, drawing a happy murmur from her, and closed his eyes.
He was halfway to falling asleep when her drowsy voice reached his ears.
"But if you ask me, I like your hair the way it is…"
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Word count :590
AN: I like his hair short too... a strange little idea that popped into my head a while ago, when I noticed how similar Neo was to Rau ('that man') at first, and how much I wish Neo would chop off his hair! Long hair so does NOT suit Mwu!
I think Mwu would've been rather worried if he saw himself in the future, looking (and acting a bit) like Rau XD. And the fluff was thrown in there.
Whee, 40 chapters! thanks everyone!