AN: Chapter 3 Finished!
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In the land of Aquaria, there was a maiden with bright red hair that could blind anyone. In the land north west of Aquaria, there was a man who also had a fetish for hair dye. This is their love story.
Chapter 3: The Quest for the Sacred Hair Dye: Nelbel
"On You Marks, Get Set, Go!" The man announced, firing his pistol in the air, as a loud bang was heard all over Elicoor II. Nel took off! She leaped as far as she could, racing as fast as the wind. Her hops her long and swift, which made her gain a lead over the rest of the racers. Within seconds, she made it to the finish line, beating her opponents. Nel was the best potatoe sac racer in all of Aquaria.
Every day she would practice for hours, hopping in her sac like a bunny rabbit. There wasn't a day where she didn't practice. But potatoe sac racing wasn't her passion; it was hair dye. Nel has a hobby, more like an addiction, that only a few people on Elicoor II had. It was dying her hair. Each Saturday, after she finished practicing for the upcoming potatoe sac race, she would go to the local salon and have her hair dyed the same "number 357: bleeding scarlet" hair dye. Of course, her hair was pretty much fried from dying it each week, but she couldn't help it. Number 357: bleeding scarlet faded easily. On top of fading easily, it was expensive. Each tip cost her seven hundred and fifty Fol, which drained her money. So, she began to compete in potatoe sac racings to make extra money on the side.
On the other side of the border, there was a man who also had an unhealthy addiction to hair dye named Albel. He used to get his entire head covered in "number 123: sunshine in a bottle" but for a year he couldn't afford the hefty price. His roots grew making his hair horrible. He would cry himself to sleep because his precious hair wasn't perfect. Cutting his hair to save money was something he was tempted to do, but his hair was too sacred. Fortunately, when they grew to about shoulder length, it was the latest style. Because he liked his new hair do, he went into the pototoe sac racing business that way his beautiful blonde locks would stay the same.
"Congrats, Nel!" her friend Claire cheered in the stands. "You're on to the finals!"
"Thanks," she nodded, lifting her body out of the potatoe sac.
"So, this is my competition, bah!" A deep voice growled behind her.
Nel turned around; her eyes widened in shock and blurted out a "crap." She then gave a little smirk, teasing, "It's an honour to race the best potatoe sac racer in Airyglyph. However, that two thousand fol is mine!"
"No, it's mine!" Albel hissed, giving her a glare. "I need that money more than you!"
"Number 357: bleeding scarlet fades easily!" Nel complained, slapping him across the cheek. "That hair dye money is mine!"
"My hairstyle is too fabulous to change!" Albel pouted while he yanked chunks of her precious hair.
Nel screamed for a moment, but swung her purse at him with all of her strength. Albel let go of her hair but let out a roar with his human hand out, readying to claw her.
"Would the finalists please make their way towards the start line."
"This cat fight is over." Nel spoke, coldly while placing her hands on her hips. "I won't lose to you!"
The both of them marched towards the starting line and crawled into their potatoe sacs, still glaring at each other. They both bent their knees a smidge to prepare themselves for the first hop. Nel dug her nails into the sac, clawing at it as her heart pounded heavily against her chest. The announcer held the gun in the air, and gently placed his index finger on the trigger, yelling, "On your marks. Get set...GO!" They were off. They leaped in unison as if they had choreographed their race in perfect precision. They may have been at opposite ends, but their movements were exactly the same. By the time they reached the finish line, they were neck to neck. Their times were exact; it was a tie.
"This can't be!" Nel growled, throwing her sac on the ground to release all of her anger. "Let's have a re-match!"
"The one who timed me was a second too late!" Albel hissed, and chucked his sac away from him. "I clearly won! Besides, my hair is sexier than yours!"
"No, it's a tie," the announcer pointed out, "both of you can split the prize money."
"No," Nel spoke in monotone, while crossing her arms, "the next race isn't in two weeks and one thousand fol will only last me a little over a week."
"Sorry, but we don't have the time and money to fix this problem."
"The sacred hair dye will solve your problems." An old man's voice spoke, slowly into the wind.
"Sacred hair dye?" Nel asked, as she turned herself around, only to have found nothing. "I thought I heard someone say something."
"Listening to the voices in your head, eh?" Albel laughed. "I need that prize money!"
A scroll blew in the wind landing perfectly in Albel's right hand. His hair too blew gently in the wind as if he had been Fabio, as there was a holy glow around him. His shirt was off, revealing a muscular body that was pure testosterone. He flicked his hair back using his head. If he had slanted bangs one would mistake his hair flick as an emo kid, but it was a Fabio hair flick. Nel's expression on her face changed as hearts magically appeared in her eyes.
"What are you looking at, maggot?" Albel hissed, as the wind stopped and he was wearing his gay belly shirt in his slim frame. "I'm off to Duggas Forest!"
"Go back!"
"What?"
"Change back into that Fabio guy!" Nel demanded, placing her hands on his gay belly shirt, shaking him.
"What?"
"You know, with a holy glow around you and hair blowing in the wind."
"You Aquarian's need to stop smoking crack."
"Well," Nel barked, letting go of his skin-tight shirt that Britney Spears would have worn in the late nineties, and looked at him straight into his eyes. "If you're going I'm going to!"
"No, I told you my hair is sexier than yours!"
"You claim you're straight!" Nel smirked as Albel's eyes twitched in an anime fashion. "Turn back into Fabio!"
"Just because I wear a skirt doesn't mean I'm gay!" Albel defended himself as crossed his arms, and stuck out his hip in a feminine fashion. "It matches my thigh-high panty hoes." He added, but a second later his eyes widened in shock. "I need to stop accessorising my wardrobe!"
"I have an offer." Nel suggested with a grin. "I'll change your gay wardrobe if I come with you to find the sacred hair dye!"
"How did you know about this scroll?" Albel blurted out in shock, stuffing it in his belly shirt as if a girl would stuff something precious in her bra. "I mean, this has nothing to do with sacred hair dye."
"Do I have to tell everyone that you belly dance?"
"Fine," Albel agreed as he rolled his eyes in a sigh.
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Deep into the Duggest Forest there lies the Sacred Hair Dye Master who will grant three wishes on how you wish to style your hair. Your hair can never be fried, nor will it fade. Roots will never appear if you lather your hair in the holiness in the divine vessel of hair dye. Figure out this riddle to find to location of the hair dye master.
I am alive, although one might think I am steadfast
I stand beside the most pure element
Air is my foe as well as another
I also wear a tutu.
"That isn't a riddle!" Nel argued as she snatched the scroll from Albel's hands. "Maybe we can ask the Sacred Hair Dye Master if you can turn into Fabio."
"For the last time I'm not Fabio!" Albel growled as another holy glow appeared and his shirt ripped to show off his manly muscles.
"You're doing it!" She informed as drool dripped from her mouth and her hands were held near her heart.
"What?" He blurted out and looked around his body, but the gay shirt was still on him and his body was skinner than Twiggy.
"Well, it happened." She spoke, coldly as she looked the other way. She glanced back at him. His face looked like a dog eyeing some food. "What are you looking at?"
A holy glow surrounded her as her hair grew towards her waist, blowing in the gentle breeze.
"You look like Pamela Anderson!" He mumbled. "Only with red hair."
Nel marched up to him, raising her hand and smacking him across the cheek with it. Glaring at him, she grabbed his ear and hissed: "Let's find this hair dye!"
She dragged him into the deeps of the Duggas Forest, still holding unto his ear, and traveled, on purpose, across the jagged rocks.
"Do you know where you are going?" He growled, freeing himself. "I know where I'm going!"
"Then where do you go?"
"This way!" He pointed towards the south. Several hours later they arrived in the Mosel Dunes.
"You men are horrible with directions!" Nel barked as she pulled out the scroll. "I am alive although I am steadfast. A Venus fly trap?"
"A tree!"
"There we go!" Nel congratulated as she read the next line, "I stand beside the purest element." She paused for a moment. "Water! I remember there was spring water that only fairies could drink out of. Maybe that's where it is."
Using Nel's directions, they arrived at the location within fifteen minutes. A tree stood beside the pond where the spring water rested.
"Sacred Hair Dye Master?" She asked, patting the tree on the shoulder. It didn't budge.
"Is there a secret code we have to say?"
She looked down on the scroll revealing the message, "When you find me, you must polka dance and I will grant you wishes."
Nel and Albel polka danced with the accordion in their hands for a few minutes. Eyes appeared on the tree as the lines on the truck turned into a mouth.
"I will grant you three wishes on your hair!"
"I wish that my hair will stay in this style forever!" Albel shouted out. Magical sparkles surrounded his hair as he let out a squeal of glee.
"I wish too that my hair will stay number 357: Bleeding Scarlet forever." Nel spoke, as the magical dust also sprinkled around her hair.
"What should we wish for next?"
"That Albel will turn into that Fabio guy!" Nel screamed out, quickly. He growled like a dog, pouncing at her, yelling, "You moron, you wasted our last wish. We could have asked for world peace or something!"
"I do no grant those kind of wishes." The tree informed. "But I will make you live happily ever after, you two love birds!"
"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
Poof! They ended up living in the country with many children and lived happily ever after.The End!
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AN: (Albel, Cliff, Fayt, Maria, Mirage, Nel, Sophia, Adrey) Contest! The person who writes how many chapters this story will take to include all pairings (not including Peppita and Roger) once gets a prize! See my profile for details!I don't think Albel and Nel make a great couple because they are both too stubborn and will fight over nothing; their personalities are way too similar. But it's on every pairing possible and I have to do all the pairings I dislike. Seriously, I think Albel is better off with Claire.