[Fic] The Emperor's New Hairstyle (Atobe x Shishido x Hair Gel)
Title: The Emperor's New Hairstyle
Pairing: Atobe x Shishido
Rating: PG-13 for hot, steamy hair styling.
Summary: An illustrated story of how Shishido helped Atobe come to terms with the traumatizing loss of his crowning glory. Inspired by the latest OVA episode, and the new, common bond between the two.
The Emperor's New Hairstyle
By: Konjiki Koharu
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The soft whimpering noises drew Shishido to Atobe's hiding place. The door to the bathroom cubicle was closed, and Shishido couldn't see a pair of legs through the opening at the bottom, but the heart-rending sobs gave away Atobe's presence.
Having gone through the loss of his own crowning glory just a few months ago, Shishido knew what Atobe was going through, and understood that lopping off your hair--especially when it was as silky smooth and shiny as his had been--was just as traumatic as losing a parent, a sibling, a beloved pet goldfish, or a limb.
Atobe shouldn't have to be alone at this devastating point in his life, so Shishido approached the bathroom cubicle and rapped his knuckles against the door. "Oi, Atobe!"
"I…I look like you!" Atobe moaned through his hitching hiccups. "I look like a common street rat who shops for clothes in the mall and rides around on a skateboard with my ass peeking out above my shorts! I look like a common ruffian! Like you!"
Shishido was about to leave Atobe alone so that he could slit his wrist or commit seppuku using the nail file that he always carried around with him, when a mental image of Choutarou's disappointed face flashed before his mental eyes.
Choutarou had helped him get through that rocky point in his life, had helped him vault over the huge hurdle that the loss of his hair had dumped onto the meandering path of his Hyotei regulars career. Now it was his turn to lift Atobe up over this gigantic obstacle on his glory road. It was only right.
"I am like Samson after that evil whore, Delilah had chopped off his crowning glory," Atobe went on in a weak voice. "I am like a bald Britney Spears. Like a David Beckham without his flashy hairstyles!"
Recognizing the fact that Atobe was beginning to sink into the deepest pit of despair, Shishido resorted to desperate measures and kicked the door to the toilet cubicle in. He found Atobe sitting on the toilet, with his legs pulled up against his chest. He had great handfuls of his shaved off hair in his hands, and there were tear tracks glistening against the pale alabaster of his skin as tenderly rubbed his shorn off locks against his cheek.
"Atobe!"
"Don't look at me!" Atobe yelled, jumping to his feet. "Don't look at me! I'm hideous! I'm a monster!" He raised his arms to cover his new hair style and began to turn away from Shishido, but Shishido wouldn't let him. Shishido held onto him and pried his arms away from his head.
"You look fine!" Shishido snapped. When Atobe looked like he didn't believe him, Shishido reached out and ran his hand over Atobe's freshly shorn head. It felt nice, prickly like soft little porcupine spines. "You just have to go to the salon to get them to layer it a bit more, and use a little gel…"
Atobe sniffled, his blue eyes turned to Shishido, beseeching him for further reassurance. "You…you really think so?"
"Yeah…I really think so. Come here…" Shishido steered Atobe out of the bathroom cubicle and told him to stand before the mirror. Like any good, self-respecting, metrosexual male, Shishido kept a large container of industrial strength hair molding gel clay in his tennis bag, and he got this out now.
Scooping up a large quantity of the gel with his fingers, Shishido began to work this through Atobe's hair, his strong fingers massaging Atobe's scalp like a baker would knead dough.
Atobe gasped in arousal at his team mate's touch as Shishido shaped his hair into little spikes and swirls. Atobe reached up to guide Shishido's hands--he'd watched the movie Ghost one too many times and had always enjoyed imagining himself in Demi Moore's place during the sexy pottery making scene, and this hair sculpting business was as close as he was ever going to get to that--and began helping him mould his hair into something beautiful!
Afterwards, Atobe stepped back to examine his reflection in the mirror and was almost blinded by the beauty that he saw! "Shishido!" he gasped, before throwing himself into Shishido's arms, all their differences forgotten now that they had bonded over something as intimate as hair. "You've made me feel beautiful again! Thank you! Thank you, thank you!"
The End
[OOC: Credit for the cap used for the manip goes to maxine_chan]
Pairing: Atobe x Shishido
Rating: PG-13 for hot, steamy hair styling.
Summary: An illustrated story of how Shishido helped Atobe come to terms with the traumatizing loss of his crowning glory. Inspired by the latest OVA episode, and the new, common bond between the two.
The Emperor's New Hairstyle
By: Konjiki Koharu
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The soft whimpering noises drew Shishido to Atobe's hiding place. The door to the bathroom cubicle was closed, and Shishido couldn't see a pair of legs through the opening at the bottom, but the heart-rending sobs gave away Atobe's presence.
Having gone through the loss of his own crowning glory just a few months ago, Shishido knew what Atobe was going through, and understood that lopping off your hair--especially when it was as silky smooth and shiny as his had been--was just as traumatic as losing a parent, a sibling, a beloved pet goldfish, or a limb.
Atobe shouldn't have to be alone at this devastating point in his life, so Shishido approached the bathroom cubicle and rapped his knuckles against the door. "Oi, Atobe!"
"I…I look like you!" Atobe moaned through his hitching hiccups. "I look like a common street rat who shops for clothes in the mall and rides around on a skateboard with my ass peeking out above my shorts! I look like a common ruffian! Like you!"
Shishido was about to leave Atobe alone so that he could slit his wrist or commit seppuku using the nail file that he always carried around with him, when a mental image of Choutarou's disappointed face flashed before his mental eyes.
Choutarou had helped him get through that rocky point in his life, had helped him vault over the huge hurdle that the loss of his hair had dumped onto the meandering path of his Hyotei regulars career. Now it was his turn to lift Atobe up over this gigantic obstacle on his glory road. It was only right.
"I am like Samson after that evil whore, Delilah had chopped off his crowning glory," Atobe went on in a weak voice. "I am like a bald Britney Spears. Like a David Beckham without his flashy hairstyles!"
Recognizing the fact that Atobe was beginning to sink into the deepest pit of despair, Shishido resorted to desperate measures and kicked the door to the toilet cubicle in. He found Atobe sitting on the toilet, with his legs pulled up against his chest. He had great handfuls of his shaved off hair in his hands, and there were tear tracks glistening against the pale alabaster of his skin as tenderly rubbed his shorn off locks against his cheek.
"Atobe!"
"Don't look at me!" Atobe yelled, jumping to his feet. "Don't look at me! I'm hideous! I'm a monster!" He raised his arms to cover his new hair style and began to turn away from Shishido, but Shishido wouldn't let him. Shishido held onto him and pried his arms away from his head.
"You look fine!" Shishido snapped. When Atobe looked like he didn't believe him, Shishido reached out and ran his hand over Atobe's freshly shorn head. It felt nice, prickly like soft little porcupine spines. "You just have to go to the salon to get them to layer it a bit more, and use a little gel…"
Atobe sniffled, his blue eyes turned to Shishido, beseeching him for further reassurance. "You…you really think so?"
"Yeah…I really think so. Come here…" Shishido steered Atobe out of the bathroom cubicle and told him to stand before the mirror. Like any good, self-respecting, metrosexual male, Shishido kept a large container of industrial strength hair molding gel clay in his tennis bag, and he got this out now.
Scooping up a large quantity of the gel with his fingers, Shishido began to work this through Atobe's hair, his strong fingers massaging Atobe's scalp like a baker would knead dough.
Atobe gasped in arousal at his team mate's touch as Shishido shaped his hair into little spikes and swirls. Atobe reached up to guide Shishido's hands--he'd watched the movie Ghost one too many times and had always enjoyed imagining himself in Demi Moore's place during the sexy pottery making scene, and this hair sculpting business was as close as he was ever going to get to that--and began helping him mould his hair into something beautiful!
Afterwards, Atobe stepped back to examine his reflection in the mirror and was almost blinded by the beauty that he saw! "Shishido!" he gasped, before throwing himself into Shishido's arms, all their differences forgotten now that they had bonded over something as intimate as hair. "You've made me feel beautiful again! Thank you! Thank you, thank you!"
The End
[OOC: Credit for the cap used for the manip goes to maxine_chan]