~~{KH/FF} One Shots~~Taking Requests~~

~An Afternoon in the Fabulous Life of Xemnas~

     BeepBeep-BeepBeep-BeepBeep, His watch alerted him that he had five minutes before his shift started. Exhaling, he sat up and adjusted the new scarf he was wearing so that it was imitating his favorite of the ten, number three, the reverse drape cross. After turning to the direction of the salon, he heard the excited giggling of a young blonde girl. She tugged on the bottom fabric of his black cardigan and then stood hands behind her back grinning from ear to ear, waiting for him to turn and face her. When he did so, the grin dropped, her freckled expression turned serious and her dark brown eyes found the socks and sandals that covered her petite, doll-like feet. "Yes?" He asked her, utterly emotionless. "Umm, I just wanted to know where you got that necktie thingy and how you got it to look like that. It looks really, REALLY pretty." The corners of his mouth tugged upwards the slightest bit. "Well, I got my scarf at Stella's Clothing Emporium, and this magazine that I got over there-"He pointed towards Marston's stand. "will tell you how to tie a scarf like this one." She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Gee, thanks mister! I hope my mommy can make my style like yours someday!" With an arrogant half-smirk on his face he placed a gloved hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry little girl. You just need more black clothes and to lose those socks when you wear sandals. Once you do that, you'll be that much closer to being a world-renown fashion icon like myself." She bobbed her head up and down gleefully and skipped to her nearby father, where she proceeded to tell him what Xemnas said and how he should be more like him.

     Xemnas walked the three blocks to work and arrived a good six minutes late. He opened the frilly pink decorative front door which caused a bell he always found to be the most annoying thing on the planet to go off. He strolled over past his three co-workers Marluxia, [Name], and Kairi and took his place standing behind his salon seat.

     A customer with long, knotted, wet black hair who had made a reservation sat inside the chair impatiently. She opened her mouth to tell him how he had made her late for who-really-cares what when he cut her off. "No talking while I work unless you want a half-shaved head. The only thing you may say is what hairstyle you would like. Proceed, and then shut your mouth." With an angered expression she informed him that she wants style number three, but she didn't say anything more in fear of becoming half-bald.

     Having noticed that her hair had already been shampooed, he plugged in his hair dryer and started the lengthy process of blow-drying her hair. After a good fifteen minutes, he brushed through it with a comb, not even attempting to be gentle when he brushed tangled sections of the hair. To his surprise, she stayed quiet through it all, even if he could see her wincing from the pain. Once her hair was knot free, he spun her chair around to face him so that he could see what he was working with. His lip curled disagreeably with repulsion. Her hair was incredibly frizzy when dry, and was incredibly uneven on the ends. One section of locks on the right side of her hair was a good inch higher than the corresponding section on the left side. There was plenty more examples of that. To top it all off, it looked as if every single strand of hair had a split end. In order to fix this catastrophe, he had to thin her hair out, cut all the ends until they were at and even length, and then cut her hair again for it to look vaguely pleasant. But the number three hairstyle included none of this. He held his nose, frustrated, and spoke to her. "Okay. If you want your hair to look decent, I'm going to have to change a few things. The whole style, actually. Otherwise, it won't make a difference. Understand?" She nodded skeptically after a few moments hesitation. Sighing, he took his scissors and skillfully snipped away at the all the ends until it was a good four inches shorter than when she arrived, eliminating all the split-ends she had acquired during the time between her last haircut and then and making it even. Taking out his thinning shears, he placed them about halfway up the length of her hair, just below her jaw line. He closed the shears and opened them and moved the shears half an inch down the length of her hair, and then closed the shears again, thinning the section out. He repeated this several more times to thin out all of her tresses. He then parted her hair in the middle and took the section that would be her bangs and cut diagonally on each side of the part. Taking a step back, he turned her chair towards the vanity's mirror and allowed her to see the result. She looked at her hair in awe. He chuckled and told her to go to the front desk where Naminé would charge her for the cut. She nodded absent mindedly and did so, still shocked by her hair's metamorphosis.

     While he waited for his next customer to come, his eyes wandered over to the magazine he had bought earlier. Reading the cover again, he saw an ad he couldn't resist to read. 50 Outfits Celebrities Should Have Thought Twice Before Wearing, page 67. Grinning, he picked the magazine up and went to read it in the waiting room. "[Name], cover for me. I'm going on my lunch break." He commanded before sitting on one of the comfortable cushioned couches. "Xemnas? What are you talking about? We don't get a lunch break! We work at three. You should've already eaten your- wait, are you reading? No! I will not! Get back to work, please!" He said nothing. [Name] heard the flipping of a page as an answer. She pushed her sleeve up and was set to scold him when the bell on the door rang and one of Xemnas' clients came in. Seeing that he was making no move to get up, she sighed and waved the woman over. Xemnas went back to reading.

     After a good 20 minutes, another client came in and sat in the spot beside Xemnas seeing the full house. "Hello. Aren't you supposed to be working?" she asked him noticing he was wearing the same name tag as the hairstylists working had on. "I'm on break." He replied callously, never taking his eyes of the magazine. She opened her mouth and then closed it, thinking of nothing to respond with. So she sat there and waited for one of the other stylists to finish. Xemnas snuck a quick glance at her and audibly gasped at what he saw. She jumped in shock and looked at him. "What is it?" He looked at her with such urgency that she stood up straighter, completely alert. "I demand that you tell me where you got that hat."