Attack of the Pinkette balloon

Makussu was having a good, happy day. He was going to start training up new paper technique for himself, the "Paper Tornado Spear". Quite a cool name, one that befitted an a-rank technique for one such as it's own. So as the sun set, he had to do some more god forsaken groceries earlier, he sent chakra to his core and converted it to the paper nature, where it was then sent to his hands, filling his surrounding area with little floating sheets of paper. Channeling the sheets to form a small compression in the air in front of him, he noticed them begin to collect together when heard heard a quick warning and a loud splat right next to his ear, along with a now soaking head. Turning around to find a young CHILD suddenly gape as his headband was now visible to him, he noticed the water ballons and tentatively reached back and touched his hair, his hand coming back a sakura pink. "Come back here you little piece of crap!," he yelled at the retreating child, shunshining up to him and lifting him up into the air and over his shoulder. "Who here knows this kid?," he asked to the now small crowd that had gathered, noticing someone with a hospital uniform raise their hand and roughly put the child down and shoved him towards his apparent aquaintence, as the she was now scolding him. "What did I say about taking things out of the hospital! Your lucky it was only for cosmetic purposes, but that was an untested experimental drug! It could have been poison! For all you know tomorrow everyone you hit will have scales instead of skin!" At that point Makussu suddenly sunshined out of their like his life depended on it. An experimental drug was in his hair, he needed it out now! Bursting through the shop his mother owned she barely saw a flash of a strange combination of grayish-brown and hot pink hair before he went through the door that led into the actual stairs and into the bathroom. Uncerimoniously discarding his clothing he stepped into the shower, gloves that he had taken out from under the kitchen sink now being used to scrubb his hair, causing the water to change to a pink color similar to his hair untill it eventually ran clear again. Assuming that the chemicals were now out, he began to wash himself thouroughly in case any extra chemical got anywhere besides his head, meanwhile thinking of the results he had managed to get before the beginning of his unraveling of what would be the beginning of a paper tornado fell apart. It simply didn't fit together right, the papers were barely apart but it was still noticeable. He spposed they didn't call it paper thin for nothing. Then it hit him like a freight train and facepalms were due as he realized that he could have simply layered them untill it became a surface that actually stayed in place. He planned to test the theory the next day, after the shower he was just so tired. Forgoeing his usual hair coming, he completly ignored the mirror which would have shown that he was now a full blown pinkette before sleeping.

The next day makussu woke up and found an unusual feeling on his back. Believing that one of his blankets had built up a static charge, he reached behind him and yanked, eliciting a yelp of pain and surprise. Finally turning around, he saw a strand of long, pink hair that sent him straight to the bathroom where he promptly screamed a bit before recovering (ninjas have dignity you know). His hair had now gone all the way to his waist and of course it all was a shade of evil salmon. Running down the stairs he saw his mother look at him in shock for a few seconds before laughing out loud for a few seconds. "Oh don't look at me like that, you admittedly look ridiculous. Anyway if you got that then you should read the paper as well. With that she turned back to the stove as usual, meanwhile he began to eat as he read the article. Apparently the child he had caught was left alone in the hospital with an experimental chemical designed to make hair grow longer overnight, but side effects had yet to be tested, which turned out to be the fact that now everyone effected were now pinkettes with significantly longer hair. As he finished reading the article he realised he had a problem. The now longer hair he didn't really mind that much, he never really cared much wether it was long or short, it was the color that he disliked. The evil coral hue was just nor him, call him narcissist hut he was not going to run around like that. Resigning himself to his fate, he turned towards his mother. "Hey mom, can you take me to your colorist?", he sqid, really just wanting the color replaced. She turned around, not too surprised before nodding and finishing up what they were doing before they soon headed out the door. Makussu briefly noted the amount if pinkettes that now littered the street, a humourous note if he didn't happen to currently be one of them. Opening up his palms as he walked, he generated his little "emptied recycling bin" effect as the air around him soon filled with little strands of paper put his previous theory to the test. Layering paper on top of paper, he found it to work, his before shaky edges molding together into a solid form. It was a improvement to his last try, but the problem was that it was currently a clunky unusuable wall, not a deadly rounded spear. Coming close to the little building simply labeled Moritaka Barber and Color, he let his little construct disperse as he stepped in. As he walked in he couldn't help but notice the amount of pink hair that littered the ground, along with others whom had the same color of hair getting dyed. "Oh Suiko, how are you?" the woman who sat at the front desk, apparently they knew eachother, before noticing the genin behind her as he spoke up. "Hi, I'm her son, Makussu. I caught the little chemical bomber, but not before getting hit myself as you can see. I'd like to get my hair dyed, but keep the length." at that last bit he thought he saw the women grimace beforse she knodded, his mother opting to staying behind. "Now as a professional colorist, I would normally be able to get you a variety of options, but we've yet to get a restock from our suppliers and I see only one half-decent looking hairstyle that will let you get out of here pink free and not looking retarded. So I just need you to trust and close your eyes, ok?" that drew a nod, who closed his eyes as a apron was draped over him, but not before he made another few sheets and made them float upwards to the top of the ceiling. a sudden wetness in his hair made him flinch, but he stayed still with the fact that he was going to come out without a dreadly shade of evil in his hair, he just couldn't even repeat it anymore. As his hair was messing with some more, he pushed chakra throughout one of his papers, trying to make a circular base as a step up from his wall of paper. Finding that through some strange chakra manipulation at of side of a papers corner he could bend and roll, he created a single tube and then mass produced the same result in all his others, except they didn't form a tube. Soon he began to add to it, making his original length the end and fitting more tubes within the original to keep it stable, eventually coming to what felt like a slightly large spear to his currently sightless eyes. Unable to see his results, he left it alone and zoned out, the only thing on his mind was keeping his yet unseen creation from floating to the hair covered floor. Thankfully he had not much longer to wait as soon he heard the words, "You can open your eyes now.," and he did so and he slightly mareveled at the new look he now sported. Gone was the unholy shade of salmon, now replaced by around 3/4ths of his hair now turned black all the way and the other on his left side was a stark white. Within each section were small light blue highlights. It matched his whole look with the black and white he decided, but that wasn't whatbdrew his attention. Behind him was a torpedo, around a foot wide both ways. Apparently he had misjudged the size, or he needed to go consult his scroll again. Either way, it didn't matter that much to him at the moment. He wasn't pink boy anymore and that's what counted.

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