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Title: A Tragedy Beyond Compare
Author: Raya
Theme: Minor Characters (Optional: Tragedy)
Genre: Humor
Version: PGSM R (potentially) (Spoiler Level Pallas: i.e., NO SPOILERS)
Rating: G
Word Count: ~500
Disclaimer: Saitou Sugao was created by Takeuchi Naoko and Bandai Entertainment. They still own all rights to him. Calaveras was also created by Takeuchi Naoko, and belongs soley to her. I have merely sketched a couple of quick little fanart dolls to play with.
Canon, spelling, grammar, and punctuation corrections are appreciated. So is constructive criticism and general comments. Please let me know if you see something that you like or that should be corrected. Thanks! - Raya
A Tragedy Beyond Compare
"All right, Saitou-san, it's time for the final rinse..."
Sugao looked up from his magazine, and then smiled at the stylist as he set it aside. He could hardly wait to see the final results. Calaveras-sensei had insisted on giving him the exclusive new hair treatment as a present for allowing Minako to appear on Tanaka's talk show in a few days.
He rose from his chair and followed the stylist back to the sink. She unwrapped the towel from around his head and draped a dry towel around his neck which he fussed with as he lay back. Suddenly, he froze, and then raised his right hand so that he could stare at his nails with frown.
"Saitou-san," the stylist said a little impatiently as she pushed on his forehead to make him lean back. "We can take care of your nails in a few minutes while you're under the dryer." He gave in to her urging, laid back, and closed his eyes to enjoy the warm water and the strong, slim fingers running through his short hair. Thus, he missed the worried look in the stylists eyes as she cleaned the final rinse out of his hair.
She said nothing, though, as she wrapped the towel around his head once again and helped him over to her chair. She debated for a moment, and then motioned the manicurist over. She firmly prevented him from looking over his shoulder as she dug out a comb, some gel, and the hair dryer. She and the manicurist went quickly to work on the final touches while he sighed with pleasure and relaxed.
It was a well hidden look of shock and dismay on the manicurist's face that gave him his first hint that something was not quite right. Sugao frowned slightly, but changed it to a smile when she smiled brightly back at him. She quickened her polishing strokes, and managed to finish repairing the split nail he had found a few moments before the stylist finished with his hair.
His unease grew as he saw the same hidden look of shock and dismay on the stylist's face even as he exchanged bright smiles with her. He waited for a long moment, and then quirked an eyebrow. Reluctantly, she spun him around slowly to face the mirror.
Sugao could not believe his eyes at first. His hair was red. Not auburn or chestnut or ginger, but bright fire-engine red. His eyes began to widen as he took a deep breath. It wasn't the color that bothered him, though it clashed horribly with the purple silk shirt he wore that day. No, it wasn't the red that made him open his mouth and start to screech in horror. It was the prismatic highlights that kept shifting from one color to another. He would never be able to coordinate with something so wild.
The stylist slowly retreated, leaving him to deal with his latest fashion tragedy all by himself.
Author: Raya
Theme: Minor Characters (Optional: Tragedy)
Genre: Humor
Version: PGSM R (potentially) (Spoiler Level Pallas: i.e., NO SPOILERS)
Rating: G
Word Count: ~500
Disclaimer: Saitou Sugao was created by Takeuchi Naoko and Bandai Entertainment. They still own all rights to him. Calaveras was also created by Takeuchi Naoko, and belongs soley to her. I have merely sketched a couple of quick little fanart dolls to play with.
Canon, spelling, grammar, and punctuation corrections are appreciated. So is constructive criticism and general comments. Please let me know if you see something that you like or that should be corrected. Thanks! - Raya
A Tragedy Beyond Compare
"All right, Saitou-san, it's time for the final rinse..."
Sugao looked up from his magazine, and then smiled at the stylist as he set it aside. He could hardly wait to see the final results. Calaveras-sensei had insisted on giving him the exclusive new hair treatment as a present for allowing Minako to appear on Tanaka's talk show in a few days.
He rose from his chair and followed the stylist back to the sink. She unwrapped the towel from around his head and draped a dry towel around his neck which he fussed with as he lay back. Suddenly, he froze, and then raised his right hand so that he could stare at his nails with frown.
"Saitou-san," the stylist said a little impatiently as she pushed on his forehead to make him lean back. "We can take care of your nails in a few minutes while you're under the dryer." He gave in to her urging, laid back, and closed his eyes to enjoy the warm water and the strong, slim fingers running through his short hair. Thus, he missed the worried look in the stylists eyes as she cleaned the final rinse out of his hair.
She said nothing, though, as she wrapped the towel around his head once again and helped him over to her chair. She debated for a moment, and then motioned the manicurist over. She firmly prevented him from looking over his shoulder as she dug out a comb, some gel, and the hair dryer. She and the manicurist went quickly to work on the final touches while he sighed with pleasure and relaxed.
It was a well hidden look of shock and dismay on the manicurist's face that gave him his first hint that something was not quite right. Sugao frowned slightly, but changed it to a smile when she smiled brightly back at him. She quickened her polishing strokes, and managed to finish repairing the split nail he had found a few moments before the stylist finished with his hair.
His unease grew as he saw the same hidden look of shock and dismay on the stylist's face even as he exchanged bright smiles with her. He waited for a long moment, and then quirked an eyebrow. Reluctantly, she spun him around slowly to face the mirror.
Sugao could not believe his eyes at first. His hair was red. Not auburn or chestnut or ginger, but bright fire-engine red. His eyes began to widen as he took a deep breath. It wasn't the color that bothered him, though it clashed horribly with the purple silk shirt he wore that day. No, it wasn't the red that made him open his mouth and start to screech in horror. It was the prismatic highlights that kept shifting from one color to another. He would never be able to coordinate with something so wild.
The stylist slowly retreated, leaving him to deal with his latest fashion tragedy all by himself.