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Characters: Penguin, Shachi. Rating: K. Warnings: None

"Where is it? Where is it? Where is it, dammit!"

Penguin returned from his morning shower to exclamations and swearing coming from his bedroom and frowned. Shachi sounded panicked, which was not something Penguin wanted to deal with before breakfast. He loved the younger man, he really did, but for someone that refused to get up until his blankets were stripped, Shachi was entirely too energetic at stupid times in the morning.

"What's wrong?" he asked wearily, pushing the door open to find the room had become a warzone in the ten minutes he'd been gone.

"It's gone!" Shachi wailed from where he was throwing everything out of his clothes chest. Penguin glowered as a sock whacked him in the face and peeled it off slowly before letting it drop limply to the floor – not that the floor was particularly visible. Penguin realised that his own clothes had also been tipped out of his chest and snarled. If Shachi noticed, he didn't react.

"What has gone?" he demanded, only for Shachi to turn to him, almost in tears. "Oh, spare me the theatrics. It's too early for that. What the hell are you so desperate to find this early in the morning?"

Because he was, slightly – only slightly – worried, he looked around at their warzone of a bedroom to see if he could work out what had Shachi so wound up. It wasn't his hat – that was faithfully perched on the post of his bunk, yet to be picked up for the days. Likewise, he was already wearing his shades, so it couldn't be that, either. His katana was perched in the corner, as always, and Shachi was dressed, so he wasn't missing any clothes…

"My hairbrush!" the ginger exclaimed. "It's gone!" It was only then that Penguin registered the state of the ginger hair. His earlier shower had done no favours for his bedhead, and the ginger strands stuck out at all sorts of crazy angles, waiting to be forced into some sort of order by a brush and a hat. Penguin was not impressed.

"It's too early for this nonsense," he grumbled, stalking over to the desk and picking up his own, which he hurled at his nakama's head with what was probably more force than strictly necessary. Shachi caught it without looking – stupid observation haki – and turned to face Penguin with a pathetic look on his face.

"But-" he started, and Penguin had had enough of this pre-breakfast drama, crossing the room in short, purposeful strides (careful not to trip on one of the many hazards now on the floor) to snatch the brush back out of Shachi's hands. "Wha- Ow!" Shachi whined as he attacked his hair, too irritated to be gentle.

"After breakfast you're clearing this mess up," he ordered as he tugged at the ginger hair until it submitted.

"But my hairbrush…" Shachi whined, and Penguin attacked a knot particularly viciously, shutting him up.

"You're more likely to find the damn thing by tidying up than making more mess," he pointed out, yanking the last few knots out ("ow, what was that for?") and grabbing Shachi's hat to jam on his head. "Law would have a fit if he saw this."

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. Penguin froze – no not now, Law, please don't come in right now – and watched in apprehension as the handle turned and the door opened.

"Shachi?" Ikkaku asked, sticking her head in the room. "I brought your- What the hell happened in here?"

"Nothing!" the ginger chirped, a little too happily, but the woman didn't pull him up on the obvious lie.

"Oh," she said instead, dismissing the topic. "Well, I was just coming to return this, thanks for letting me borrow it yesterday." Penguin had a horrid sinking suspicion what was about to happen, and sure enough, Shachi's damn hairbrush sat innocently on her palm. "Clione repaired mine last night, but I forgot to give this back then, sorry."

Shachi stared at it blankly for a few moments, before comprehension dawned on his face and he took it back.

"Ah, don't worry about it!" he grinned, and Penguin waited only until the door shut again, Ikkaku promising to see them at breakfast, before he rounded on the idiot.

"How the hell did you forget you loaned it to Ikkaku?" he demanded. Shachi's grin turned sheepish.

"Oops?" he offered, and Penguin snarled again.

"I changed my mind," he said, picking up his own hat and setting it on his head. "You can clean this up before breakfast."

"Penguiiiiiiiinnnn!" Shachi whined, but he just turned his back and left the room, shutting the door firmly behind him.

It was far too early for this nonsense.

Why did Ikkaku have Shachi's hairbrush? Look back at chapter 141 (Luck)!

Thanks for reading!
Tsari