Hair (Megamasso oneshot)
Title: Hair
Chapter: Oneshot
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: GouxInzargi
Genre/Warning: Fluff, Humour, A bit of romance
Authors: cherrylng & xcoffee_smilex
Disclaimer: My fortune teller told me that the suggestion to own them makes any argument invalid :/
Summary: Inzargi loves his hair. Gou wants to mess with it.
Comment: Short fic, bored day, some good looking hair to mess with xD
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Hair
Inzargi carefully combed and pulled out a part of his hair, carefully maneuvering that one lock to wrap it around a heated curling iron, clipping it secure before wrapping the rest of it till the end. When he unfurled it, a still hot, but now curled lock of hair is done. Satisfied with it, he let his lock of hair curl down to join with the rest of the ones done.
He didn't care if anyone would say his hair makes him look girly, his preferred term is 'beautiful'. And a beautiful man he is.
"Are you still playing with your curling iron?" Looking up at the mirror, Inzargi can see Gou leaning his body against the doorway.
Feeling a little bit guilty, Inzargi put down his curling iron and faced him. "Ah...Just a few more minutes, I guess?"
Gou rolled his eyes, a few more minutes? Inzargi was up doing a lot of things to make his hair pretty for the past two hours or so.
"Sometimes I wonder who do you love more, me or your hair?" Gou sighed. He understood why his lover had such obsession with his hair, having known about it since Inzargi first joined the band. Even with his hair done and perfect, his hands won't stop and he'll do everyone's hair. Not that Ryohei minded.
"Well, maybe bot--"
"No use using the answer both, Inzargi-chan," Gou walked up to the vocalist and leaned down, his hands grabbing each arms of the chair Inzargi sat on. "You can only choose ONE."
Inzargi sighed, exasperated. "Of course I love you more, you idiot."
"Then why do you spend more time with your hair than your lover?" Gou pouted. Inzargi couldn't resist the bassist's pout, even worse when it's just inches to his face.
"Because I like it nice and well cared. I won't like it if it's not good enough," Inzargi explained.
"But I like it better when I mess it up," Gou gave a childish grin. Oh no, not that grin-
"GOU! STOP IT! YOU'RE RUINING HOURS OF WORK TO IT!!!" Inzargi screamed while protecting his hair. It was already too late as Gou played and messed up the vocalist's hair, giggling like a kid in trouble but knows what fun is. Out of sheer frustration, Inzargi childishly pouted as his eyes filled up with tears. Using the curling iron, he tried to hit his lover with it.
"Idiot! Idiot! You don't know how long I worked for this hair!"
And when the hot curling iron accidentally hit Gou's exposed skin, he shrieked girlishly and then backed away.
"Ah", Inzargi instantly stopped, "I'm sorry....Anyway! It was your fault!"
"My arm!" Gou shrieked while he tried to find some water to cool down his injury. Seeing a bottle of water and a small towel, he quickly poured it over the towel and put the wet towel on his arm. When the pain died down and a swelling soon came up, Gou checked on his injury, and grimaced at the sight of burned skin and a bulging red swelling there.
"It's your fault," he accused of Inzargi, nursing his poor, injured arm. Gou didn't reply or even acknowledge his apology. He was far too depressed.
"Ne~ Gou-chan", he picked up his lover's injured arm and kissed it. "I'm sorry."
"That's not enough of an apology," Gou murmured.
"Then what would be?" Inzargi looked up at Gou, whose poker face seems to indicate something.
Gou's reply was that only of a smirk.
"What do you think?"
"Sleep with you tonight...?" Inzargi guessed. Gou's smirk seems impossible to widen, but it did.
"You know... The hairstyle I always like to see on you is your bedhead~" Gou said. Inzargi mentally sighed; he so owes him tonight.
"Hey, you guys," Ryohei walked in, breaking that little moment the couple was having. He stared at Gou's injury and gave a face. "You need first aid kit. Wait here, I'll go get it," the guitarist went out again. Before he completely left, he poked his head back in. "Nice bedhead there, Inzargi-kun."
Inzargi glared at Gou. "THIS is my bedhead?!"
END
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A/N: What kind of hairstyles do you readers like? :3
Chapter: Oneshot
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: GouxInzargi
Genre/Warning: Fluff, Humour, A bit of romance
Authors: cherrylng & xcoffee_smilex
Disclaimer: My fortune teller told me that the suggestion to own them makes any argument invalid :/
Summary: Inzargi loves his hair. Gou wants to mess with it.
Comment: Short fic, bored day, some good looking hair to mess with xD
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Hair
Inzargi carefully combed and pulled out a part of his hair, carefully maneuvering that one lock to wrap it around a heated curling iron, clipping it secure before wrapping the rest of it till the end. When he unfurled it, a still hot, but now curled lock of hair is done. Satisfied with it, he let his lock of hair curl down to join with the rest of the ones done.
He didn't care if anyone would say his hair makes him look girly, his preferred term is 'beautiful'. And a beautiful man he is.
"Are you still playing with your curling iron?" Looking up at the mirror, Inzargi can see Gou leaning his body against the doorway.
Feeling a little bit guilty, Inzargi put down his curling iron and faced him. "Ah...Just a few more minutes, I guess?"
Gou rolled his eyes, a few more minutes? Inzargi was up doing a lot of things to make his hair pretty for the past two hours or so.
"Sometimes I wonder who do you love more, me or your hair?" Gou sighed. He understood why his lover had such obsession with his hair, having known about it since Inzargi first joined the band. Even with his hair done and perfect, his hands won't stop and he'll do everyone's hair. Not that Ryohei minded.
"Well, maybe bot--"
"No use using the answer both, Inzargi-chan," Gou walked up to the vocalist and leaned down, his hands grabbing each arms of the chair Inzargi sat on. "You can only choose ONE."
Inzargi sighed, exasperated. "Of course I love you more, you idiot."
"Then why do you spend more time with your hair than your lover?" Gou pouted. Inzargi couldn't resist the bassist's pout, even worse when it's just inches to his face.
"Because I like it nice and well cared. I won't like it if it's not good enough," Inzargi explained.
"But I like it better when I mess it up," Gou gave a childish grin. Oh no, not that grin-
"GOU! STOP IT! YOU'RE RUINING HOURS OF WORK TO IT!!!" Inzargi screamed while protecting his hair. It was already too late as Gou played and messed up the vocalist's hair, giggling like a kid in trouble but knows what fun is. Out of sheer frustration, Inzargi childishly pouted as his eyes filled up with tears. Using the curling iron, he tried to hit his lover with it.
"Idiot! Idiot! You don't know how long I worked for this hair!"
And when the hot curling iron accidentally hit Gou's exposed skin, he shrieked girlishly and then backed away.
"Ah", Inzargi instantly stopped, "I'm sorry....Anyway! It was your fault!"
"My arm!" Gou shrieked while he tried to find some water to cool down his injury. Seeing a bottle of water and a small towel, he quickly poured it over the towel and put the wet towel on his arm. When the pain died down and a swelling soon came up, Gou checked on his injury, and grimaced at the sight of burned skin and a bulging red swelling there.
"It's your fault," he accused of Inzargi, nursing his poor, injured arm. Gou didn't reply or even acknowledge his apology. He was far too depressed.
"Ne~ Gou-chan", he picked up his lover's injured arm and kissed it. "I'm sorry."
"That's not enough of an apology," Gou murmured.
"Then what would be?" Inzargi looked up at Gou, whose poker face seems to indicate something.
Gou's reply was that only of a smirk.
"What do you think?"
"Sleep with you tonight...?" Inzargi guessed. Gou's smirk seems impossible to widen, but it did.
"You know... The hairstyle I always like to see on you is your bedhead~" Gou said. Inzargi mentally sighed; he so owes him tonight.
"Hey, you guys," Ryohei walked in, breaking that little moment the couple was having. He stared at Gou's injury and gave a face. "You need first aid kit. Wait here, I'll go get it," the guitarist went out again. Before he completely left, he poked his head back in. "Nice bedhead there, Inzargi-kun."
Inzargi glared at Gou. "THIS is my bedhead?!"
END
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A/N: What kind of hairstyles do you readers like? :3