It’d been weeks, weeks! since the bath bomb incident and Mika still had the shimmering silver glow of the damned thing all over his body! It’d been only a week when Kurda finally had gotten the glittering residue off of his skin and out of his hair! Mika sighed, sitting up in his coffin, slouching over. He was already done with the teasing from the other princes and he hadn’t even gotten out of bed for the night. His long, dark hair looked like it was streaked with silver, the worst of it being in the middle. But he couldn’t take it anymore! He abruptly stood up and got dressed. He made his way down the halls, knowing what he had to do.
Mika is going to hate me, Kurda thought to himself. He could just blame Darren, it was kind of his fault anyways, considering he’d brought the supplies to him. Kurda smiled, loving his idea for Mika no matter what the prince would think of it! Besides, it wasn’t that bad. He pulled out the black cloak he’d picked out for the prince and set to work.
After a few hours of setting up and then resetting everything until it was perfect, then actually attaching everything he’d finally finished. And it was quite impressive if he did say so himself. Patting himself on the back he wrapped up the present and set off to find Mika.
He wondered around for about an hour looking for the prince. He was about to give up as he was rounding another turn he caught a glimpse of a mass of black heading down a different corridor. He ran after it and as he turned he was about to yell out to his lover but stopped. The only people down there were Larten and the person in black but it wasn’t Mika, his hair was much too short the be the young prince.
Kurda walked down there anyway and was going to interrupt the pair to see if they’d seen the man he was looking for when he stopped. As he faced both of the men he recognized the man in black, and it was Mika!
“Wh-,” he staggered up to Mika, “what did you do to your hair?” He ran his hand through Mika’s now rather short hair. He still had a streak of silver on the top, towards the right side of his head.
He pointed to the streak, “This! This is why I cut my hair off! I couldn’t take it anymore!” Larten decided he should retreat before anything too drastic happened between the two lovers, not wanting to see it.
“But it would’ve came out sooner or later!” Kurda protested.
“Well it wasn’t happening soon enough!” Mika shouted back. Kurda let out a half growl then took a deep breath in.
“Let’s go back to my cell, please,” Kurda said in a calm voice, “I’ve got something for you, but I’d rather we argue with each other there instead of out here for all prying ears to hear. Mika grunted and lead the way to Kurda’s cell.
On the way there Mika calmed down and prepared himself for whatever Kurda was about to throw at him. When they reached the door he stood aside so Kurda could enter. Once in Kurda walked over to his makeshift desk and sat down on top of it. Mika stood a few feet in front of him, waiting for him to say something.
Kurda stared hard at Mika’s new hair cut for a while. There was nothing he could do about it now so he sighed and accepted it. “I guess it doesn’t look that bad.” He leaned forward and grabbed the front of Mika’s clothes, pulling him closer. He wrapped his arms around Mika’s torso, pushing Mika’s arms to rest on his shoulders. “And I do rather like the silver. It makes you seem more distinguished,” he smiled, leaning in and kissing the prince. When he pulled away he asked, “Who cut it anyway?” He ran a hand through it, making it spike up.
In a neutral voice Mika said, “Larten.”
Kurda’s eyes widened, “Larten? As in Larten Crepsley?! Have you seen his hair?!”
Mika shrugged, “He did a decent job on the boy, so I decided he’d be fine.”
"Do you know how lucky you got? Having Larten of all people cut your hair!” Then he sighed, “Well, at least it doesn’t look like his…” He looked at Mika for another moment. “Oh!” Kurda pulled his gift for Mika out of his cloak, “I wanted to give you this!”
Mika looked down quizzically. “What’s this for?” he asked taking it and opening it.
“Do I have to have a reason to give you something?” he shrugged.
“I suppose not,” Mika replied, opening it up. He pulled the cloak out. It was a nicer style than the once he was currently wearing. He turned it over and his eye twitched. He looked up at Kurda, “What is this?”
“A cloak?” Kurda said sheepishly.
“No, what did you put on this cloak.”
Kurda placed his hands onto Mika’s shoulders, rubbing them lightly. “Uh, it’s called ‘beadazzled’ I believe. Darren brought me the stuff! But look! It’s all black! And,” he said grabbing it and holding it up for the prince to see it better, “it’s in the shape of a raven! See? No color!”
Kurda put the cloth down after a moment and saw that Mika looked like he was about to blow a gasket. Kurda looked down, defeated. He knew he shouldn’t have tried it. He heard Mika huff then felt himself being pulled into a tight embrace. Mika kissed his forehead and grumbled his thanks.
Sorry, it’s short.