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An Untitled Ficlet Which is Just Further Proof that Ami-chan Needs to Have Her Room Redone With Rubber Wallpaper
"Goddamn hair—"
Duo sat up groggily, pulling his braid away from where it had wrapped encirclingly around his neck and threatened to garrote him where he lay. Somehow it had twined twice around his throat during the course of the night, sweaty strands tickling his skin. Duo yanked at it sleepily—unfortunately for him, the wrong way.
"GACK." Duo choked as the coils tightened, sending pain signals shooting into his brain. He quickly whipped the braid around in the other direction, gasping for breath. "Damn hair!"
"Duo?" The normally light voice was thick with sleep. "Are you okay?"
Duo grimaced. "Sorry, Quatre," he apologized. "Didn't mean to wake you up."
"What's the problem, Duo-kun?" Quatre asked. "I think there's more mosquito netting out back if you want it . . ."
"That's not it, thanks anyway." Duo sighed, tugging miserably at his braid. "It's my hair."
There was a shuffling sound, and what scant moonlight that could get through the grimy windows reflected off Quatre's own blond locks, as the Arabian pilot sat up in his bedroll. Shadows shifted as the slim boy rubbed at his eyes.
"Why don't you cut it?" he wanted to know. "If it's that much of a bother, just get rid of it and be done with. It's the optimal solution."
Duo snorted. "Now you sound like Heero, Q-man." There was an amused snort from the other pilot's corner of the room. "To answer your question, I can't," he continued, sighing. "Don't ask why, though. You wouldn't believe me."
More movement indicated that Quatre had shrugged. "All right, I won't."
"Thanks," Duo grunted, easing himself back down onto the hard floor. "Go back to sleep, Quatre. I've had this braid for God knows how long, I think I should be able to deal with it without bothering you any more."
"If you're sure." Quatre sounded hesitant. "Oyasumi, Duo."
"Yeah, you too."
After a few moments, soft, steady breathing told Duo that Quatre had already fallen to sleep. He sighed again as he turned over, rearranging his twisted blankets.
"Should never have eaten that porridge . . ."
~owari~
Notes: This is a rather strange ficlet that I came up with during last year's health class, during an off period. It's a Ranma joke, if you didn't get it. The Dragon's Whisker porridge incident is by far one of the more weirder events in the Ranma ½ storyline. If a bald man eats porridge made with a dragon's whisker, his hair grows back. If a woman eats the porridge, nothing happens (lucky Ranma).
If, however, a male with hair eats dragon's whisker porridge, his hair starts to grow uncontrollably until he runs out of it and goes completely bald. The growing can be stopped if the hair is tied back with another dragon's whisker. Hence Ranma's pigtail, and Duo's braid . . . *grin*
Incidentally, this is my first ever GW fic. After looking at it and going "O-kay, what the hell was I thinking?", I redid it a bit (you don't wanna know what Quatre originally sounded like) and it's now posted on this site for your reading pleasure. Or agony. Whatever. ^^
Should I continue this? Otherwise it's just going to rot in the bowels of my computer . . .