[fic] Hair dye - Yugioh, YnYxYugi, general, G, theme 051 (100_chances)
Theme: 051 - Hair dye; for 100_chances
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Genre: General
Rating: G
Pairings: Yami no YugixYugi implied
Archive: Here
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Simple words can sometimes mean much more.
Disclaimer: Believe me, if I had the money I'd buy Yugioh from Takahashi, but I don't...
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‘Where are we going now, Aibou?’
“The hairdresser’s,” he murmured quietly.
‘The what?’ the voice returned, puzzled.
Yugi didn’t answer, reaching for a door handle and pulling it open. The sharp scent of hair dye, nail polish and acetone wafted out. The room was full of chatter and sound.
‘Aibou, what is this place?’ The spirit looked around, intrigued.
‘I told you, the hairdresser’s,’ Yugi replied through their mind link this time, not wishing to be seen talking (apparently) to himself.
‘What’s a “hairdresser’s”?’
‘It’s a place people go to get their hair done.’
‘Done?’
‘You know, like haircuts and stuff.’
The spirit’s expression gave Yugi the impression that he didn’t “know” at all, and Yugi took the moment of silence to give his name to the receptionist, then sat down to wait.
‘Aibou, what about them?’ he pestered, pointing at a lady getting a manicure. ‘That looks like it has nothing to do with hair.’
‘She’s getting a manicure. This hairdresser’s is like a spa, you can get all sorts of things. Massages, manicures, pedicures…I’m here to get a haircut. Just a trim,’ Yugi added. He tugged at a lock. ‘It’s getting a bit too long.’
‘I think it looks fine, Aibou.’
‘Thank you, but trust me, it’s definitely getting too long.’
The spirit studied him closely for a moment, his eyes darkening with concentration. Yugi’s cheeks reddened. ‘What are you doing?’
He shook his head. ‘Aibou, you look perfectly fine.’
For some reason, the blush didn’t leave Yugi’s cheeks and he had to look away. ‘You’ll see afterwards what I mean.’
“Mutou Yugi?” The hairdresser peered around the corner of the waiting area and smiled. “Your turn.”
He stood and walked over to the chair, chatting politely as the spirit trailed after him, invisibly inspecting the room. Yugi had to hide a giggle as he noticed him staring at an electric hair curler in fascination.
The haircut didn’t take long. Yugi had been going to this same hairdresser for most of his life. He’d chosen his rather eclectic style himself from a picture he saw in a music magazine when he was only five, and his parents, amused, had let him get it. Having grown fond of the way it looked, he decided to keep it, except now he dyed the red tips himself at home to save money. It was only after he met the spirit inside the Puzzle, (and noticed that the spirit’s hair looked and acted the same as his), that he wondered if he hadn’t been led to pick that style by something more than whim.
His other self, meanwhile, hovered nearby, watching. He remained silent as Yugi paid and walked out the door back into the mall.
‘Why so quiet all of a sudden, mou hitori no boku?’ Yugi finally asked.
‘You pay for these things?’
‘Haircuts? Of course.’
‘But she barely did anything, she only washed it and trimmed off the tips.’
‘Like I said, I only went in for a trim.’
‘But it seemed so pointless,’ he insisted. ‘Why pay for something so simple?’
‘There’s more to it than that. It’s fun to get a haircut. The hairdresser is really nice, and it’s fun to be pampered for a few minutes.’
‘Ah…’ he said, thoughtfully.
‘Don’t you think my hair looks good now?’ Yugi said, turning his head.
‘Aibou, it looked fine before.’
‘Come on, you’re just saying that to be nice.’
‘No. I mean it, you looked great.’ He paused suddenly and his voice grew shy. ‘Well…not to say…you look great now as well, of course.’
Yugi felt his cheeks burn suddenly as a smile he couldn’t conceal crossed his lips. ‘Thank you, mou hitori no boku.’
X - X - X
Notes: We’ll conveniently ignore that technically Yami’s hair ought to be a wig. xD
Author: Chey (duelist_gurl163)
Genre: General
Rating: G
Pairings: Yami no YugixYugi implied
Archive: Here
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Simple words can sometimes mean much more.
Disclaimer: Believe me, if I had the money I'd buy Yugioh from Takahashi, but I don't...
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‘Where are we going now, Aibou?’
“The hairdresser’s,” he murmured quietly.
‘The what?’ the voice returned, puzzled.
Yugi didn’t answer, reaching for a door handle and pulling it open. The sharp scent of hair dye, nail polish and acetone wafted out. The room was full of chatter and sound.
‘Aibou, what is this place?’ The spirit looked around, intrigued.
‘I told you, the hairdresser’s,’ Yugi replied through their mind link this time, not wishing to be seen talking (apparently) to himself.
‘What’s a “hairdresser’s”?’
‘It’s a place people go to get their hair done.’
‘Done?’
‘You know, like haircuts and stuff.’
The spirit’s expression gave Yugi the impression that he didn’t “know” at all, and Yugi took the moment of silence to give his name to the receptionist, then sat down to wait.
‘Aibou, what about them?’ he pestered, pointing at a lady getting a manicure. ‘That looks like it has nothing to do with hair.’
‘She’s getting a manicure. This hairdresser’s is like a spa, you can get all sorts of things. Massages, manicures, pedicures…I’m here to get a haircut. Just a trim,’ Yugi added. He tugged at a lock. ‘It’s getting a bit too long.’
‘I think it looks fine, Aibou.’
‘Thank you, but trust me, it’s definitely getting too long.’
The spirit studied him closely for a moment, his eyes darkening with concentration. Yugi’s cheeks reddened. ‘What are you doing?’
He shook his head. ‘Aibou, you look perfectly fine.’
For some reason, the blush didn’t leave Yugi’s cheeks and he had to look away. ‘You’ll see afterwards what I mean.’
“Mutou Yugi?” The hairdresser peered around the corner of the waiting area and smiled. “Your turn.”
He stood and walked over to the chair, chatting politely as the spirit trailed after him, invisibly inspecting the room. Yugi had to hide a giggle as he noticed him staring at an electric hair curler in fascination.
The haircut didn’t take long. Yugi had been going to this same hairdresser for most of his life. He’d chosen his rather eclectic style himself from a picture he saw in a music magazine when he was only five, and his parents, amused, had let him get it. Having grown fond of the way it looked, he decided to keep it, except now he dyed the red tips himself at home to save money. It was only after he met the spirit inside the Puzzle, (and noticed that the spirit’s hair looked and acted the same as his), that he wondered if he hadn’t been led to pick that style by something more than whim.
His other self, meanwhile, hovered nearby, watching. He remained silent as Yugi paid and walked out the door back into the mall.
‘Why so quiet all of a sudden, mou hitori no boku?’ Yugi finally asked.
‘You pay for these things?’
‘Haircuts? Of course.’
‘But she barely did anything, she only washed it and trimmed off the tips.’
‘Like I said, I only went in for a trim.’
‘But it seemed so pointless,’ he insisted. ‘Why pay for something so simple?’
‘There’s more to it than that. It’s fun to get a haircut. The hairdresser is really nice, and it’s fun to be pampered for a few minutes.’
‘Ah…’ he said, thoughtfully.
‘Don’t you think my hair looks good now?’ Yugi said, turning his head.
‘Aibou, it looked fine before.’
‘Come on, you’re just saying that to be nice.’
‘No. I mean it, you looked great.’ He paused suddenly and his voice grew shy. ‘Well…not to say…you look great now as well, of course.’
Yugi felt his cheeks burn suddenly as a smile he couldn’t conceal crossed his lips. ‘Thank you, mou hitori no boku.’
X - X - X
Notes: We’ll conveniently ignore that technically Yami’s hair ought to be a wig. xD