Bleach Buddies 4 Lyfe (niou, marui)
Title: Bleach Buddies 4 Lyfe
Characters: Niou Masaharu, Marui Bunta (no pairings)
Rating: PG / Worksafe
Summary: Niou enlists Marui to help him dye his roots. He regrets it a little bit.
Notes: Utter crack. PoT Crack Generator. It’s strangely suiting though xD *fail* Oh god. I am almost embarrassed to post this. Prompt - Bleach. [Also archived here]
Bleach Buddies 4 Lyfe
“Ow! Careful there, the hair’s precious!”
Marui Bunta gave his friend a fake grin and chewed on his gum before he popped a rather large green bubble. Niou Masaharu swiveled in his chair to glare at the redhead. “And quit the bubble blowing, if it gets in my hair - “
“God, you are so anal,” Marui breathed, dramatically squishing more dye cream onto Niou’s roots. “Seriously, do you not trust the tensai? I’ll have your hair in glorious, silver perfection in no time.”
Niou muttered under his breath but swiveled back to face the mirror, scowling at Marui through the reflection. Marui smiled back widely at him. He seemed determined to annoy Niou as much as humanly possible throughout the entire dyeing process.
“I should’ve asked Hiroshi to help me,” Niou mumbled irritably, as Marui accidentally-on-purpose yanked a few strands of precious silver out of his head. He tried not to wince, and gritted his teeth instead.
“You wouldn’t,” Marui sang out gleefully, popping another bubble and flattening a bunch of hair on tin foil.
Niou narrowed his eyes. “It’s not like you have a choice either, Bunta-kun.” He smiled innocently at his friend. “After all, we don’t want the world to know that you are not actually a redhead - “
“MOU! Don’t say it!” yelled Marui, pulling Niou’s hair and causing a rather girly scream to emit from Niou’s throat.
“Watch it!” Niou all but shrieked. “THE HAIR.”
Marui squeaked and another bubble popped between his lips.
Niou awoke from his nap a few hours later to find Marui cheerfully blowdrying his hair, humming a Morning Musume tune. The result was better than expected, especially coming from Marui - Niou’s roots showed no signs of brown, and his sliver crowning glory was sleeker and softer to touch.
Marui was beaming, fist raised to hold a V for victory sign over Niou’s head. “Dou? Tensai teki?” he said, chuckling at his own brilliance.
Niou jumped from his chair, stretching his cramped muscles and then proceeding to check himself out in the mirror. Oh yeah, he looked good alright, he’ll knock ‘em girls dead tonight and have Hiroshi eat the jealousy pie -
“Ne, Niou~~”
Niou turned, about to snap something nasty to his friend for interrupting his fantasy, when Marui turned his puppy eyes at him and pointed to his own hair. “I wanna bleach my roots, too!”
“What the hell?! No way, do it yourself, I've got a mission to accomplish!” Niou headed for the door, hand on the knob when he heard Marui sigh.
“Ah, what a pity, ne, when I reveal the photos of you with the tin foil in your hair in class tomorrow…”
Niou whirled, a gasp trapped in his chest. “You didn’t.”
Marui nodded dolefully. “Sorry, man. I figured I needed something drastic or you wouldn’t help me with my roots. I can’t have anyone knowing that my hair’s actually black, you know.” He lowered his voice confidentially. “People would be cautious. Sanada and Akaya have black hair and they’re both crazy.”
Niou stared at the redhead-with-emerging-black-roots with a sort of horror. Marui smiled widely and fell into the swiveling chair, a leg perched over the armrest.
“…Fine. You win,” Niou growled. “You better delete those bloody photos or else I swear I’ll tell the world you’re actually as crazy as Sanada and Akaya. Now where’s the fucking dye?”
Marui grinned as he pointed to the dressing table, popping another bubble.
Oh yeah, he was definitely tensai.
Characters: Niou Masaharu, Marui Bunta (no pairings)
Rating: PG / Worksafe
Summary: Niou enlists Marui to help him dye his roots. He regrets it a little bit.
Notes: Utter crack. PoT Crack Generator. It’s strangely suiting though xD *fail* Oh god. I am almost embarrassed to post this. Prompt - Bleach. [Also archived here]
Bleach Buddies 4 Lyfe
“Ow! Careful there, the hair’s precious!”
Marui Bunta gave his friend a fake grin and chewed on his gum before he popped a rather large green bubble. Niou Masaharu swiveled in his chair to glare at the redhead. “And quit the bubble blowing, if it gets in my hair - “
“God, you are so anal,” Marui breathed, dramatically squishing more dye cream onto Niou’s roots. “Seriously, do you not trust the tensai? I’ll have your hair in glorious, silver perfection in no time.”
Niou muttered under his breath but swiveled back to face the mirror, scowling at Marui through the reflection. Marui smiled back widely at him. He seemed determined to annoy Niou as much as humanly possible throughout the entire dyeing process.
“I should’ve asked Hiroshi to help me,” Niou mumbled irritably, as Marui accidentally-on-purpose yanked a few strands of precious silver out of his head. He tried not to wince, and gritted his teeth instead.
“You wouldn’t,” Marui sang out gleefully, popping another bubble and flattening a bunch of hair on tin foil.
Niou narrowed his eyes. “It’s not like you have a choice either, Bunta-kun.” He smiled innocently at his friend. “After all, we don’t want the world to know that you are not actually a redhead - “
“MOU! Don’t say it!” yelled Marui, pulling Niou’s hair and causing a rather girly scream to emit from Niou’s throat.
“Watch it!” Niou all but shrieked. “THE HAIR.”
Marui squeaked and another bubble popped between his lips.
Niou awoke from his nap a few hours later to find Marui cheerfully blowdrying his hair, humming a Morning Musume tune. The result was better than expected, especially coming from Marui - Niou’s roots showed no signs of brown, and his sliver crowning glory was sleeker and softer to touch.
Marui was beaming, fist raised to hold a V for victory sign over Niou’s head. “Dou? Tensai teki?” he said, chuckling at his own brilliance.
Niou jumped from his chair, stretching his cramped muscles and then proceeding to check himself out in the mirror. Oh yeah, he looked good alright, he’ll knock ‘em girls dead tonight and have Hiroshi eat the jealousy pie -
“Ne, Niou~~”
Niou turned, about to snap something nasty to his friend for interrupting his fantasy, when Marui turned his puppy eyes at him and pointed to his own hair. “I wanna bleach my roots, too!”
“What the hell?! No way, do it yourself, I've got a mission to accomplish!” Niou headed for the door, hand on the knob when he heard Marui sigh.
“Ah, what a pity, ne, when I reveal the photos of you with the tin foil in your hair in class tomorrow…”
Niou whirled, a gasp trapped in his chest. “You didn’t.”
Marui nodded dolefully. “Sorry, man. I figured I needed something drastic or you wouldn’t help me with my roots. I can’t have anyone knowing that my hair’s actually black, you know.” He lowered his voice confidentially. “People would be cautious. Sanada and Akaya have black hair and they’re both crazy.”
Niou stared at the redhead-with-emerging-black-roots with a sort of horror. Marui smiled widely and fell into the swiveling chair, a leg perched over the armrest.
“…Fine. You win,” Niou growled. “You better delete those bloody photos or else I swear I’ll tell the world you’re actually as crazy as Sanada and Akaya. Now where’s the fucking dye?”
Marui grinned as he pointed to the dressing table, popping another bubble.
Oh yeah, he was definitely tensai.