For Kii, with love and Leebits.
Aug. 31st, 2003 01:05 amHe stood on his toes to get a good look at himself in the bathroom mirror. The forehead protector still didn’t look right. He loosened it, and it sagged almost in to his eyes, he tightened it and it began to pull at his scalp. Tying it under his braid again was as useless as it’d been the first time he’d tried it. Lee stared mournfully at his reflection. It was thrilling to finally wear one, but it felt awkward—so in the end, there was only one solution. Lee fetched the scissors from the kitchen.
He couldn’t do it in one clean sweep. The blade was older and the hair thicker than he’d counted on. So in the end, he bunched it into a fist and hacked at it until it gave way, each sharp jerk of his head setting more strands loose, until the entire braid was suddenly in his hand and the rest was scattered in the sink. It nearly clogged the drain. His grandmother would have killed him. He half expected the slap of her cane across the back of his neck instead of just the cold—sometimes he forgot he had the apartment to himself these days. He dropped the scissors, braced himself against the sink, ran a hand behind his head, and goggled. His head felt so /light/. It couldn’t have been that heavy, he wondered with a frown. He would have noticed.
There was hair all over the place. Lee hurried back to the kitchen for a dustpan.
By the next morning, the uneven ends had turned up, apparently deciding they liked it that way better. Lee did too, grinning at his reflection and fixing his forehead protector so that light glinted /just right/. Perfect, he thought. Perfect.
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Date: 2003-08-31 05:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
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