The night wind chilled Anzu's shoulders as she climbed the walls of Malik's house. It was such a strenuous task, looking for Malik's bedroom.

After finally finding it, the hardcore Christian brunette climbed through the open window, and entered. She quietly set foot into Malik's room, making sure she heard no other sound but Malik's sleep-talking.

"...mrrrf... makin' cream puffs, not Kura-puffs..."

Malik was currently sleeping quite comfortably. He was curled up on his side, clutching a pillow - for lack of anything better to cling on to. It was rather warm in the room; he'd opened a window to let some of the cool night breeze in, yet he was completely unaware of the intruder that was now in his room.

Anzu tiptoed closer to the sleeping boy. This demon... this (gasp) ...homosexual... OH NOES! Had been grating her nerves for the last time with his existence, and now it was time to take drastic measures.

She put a pair of sterile gloves on to not catch his "illness". Anzu approached closer to him breathing lightly.

She took out her scissors, and reached for that blonde head. She was slightly startled when Malik turned over, but a few seconds passed and he had not made another movement.

Anzu grabbed a large section of Malik's hair and snipped it clean off the rest of his head. DUN DUN DUN. That treacherous man-whore was well on his way to becoming a monk!

Resisting the urge to cackle maniacally, Anzu cut more and more of Malik's hair, until he looked kinda like a blonde Ichigo from Bleach, or Naruto, or someone any anime fan would recognize.

It was fairly obvious that Malik was having a rather violent dream, as he reached up and slapped Anzu across the face. The impact caused by said slapping was enough to rouse him from his slumber, as he wasn't expecting to actually hit anything.

"Nnnn... bwuh?" He slowly blinked his eyes open, reaching up and rubbing them. His vision finally focused on what looked like a very pissed... Anzu?!

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Malik shouted, shooting up into a sitting position. "You-- what the-- holy shit-- ...what in the name of Ra are you doing here?!" he sputtered, face flushing angrily. He was rather lucky that it was dark in the room, or else he would've noticed the tendrils of blonde hair laying on his pillow.

The brunette raised her crowbar in the air. "I'm doing this for the Lord!" she shouted, and struck him hard.

The sudden pain in his head was enough to wake Malik up fully. "... OW!" he yelled, reaching up to clutch at his head. "Are you fucking insane?! What in the name of all that is holy was that for?!"

"Heretic! You deserve vile death!" she hissed. Anzu perched on the window sil, and turned to taunt her opponnent. "I will come back, filthy sinner, and when I do, you'll have even less hair!"

She jumped down both stories, landing on her feet and not breaking a single bone (she may be a little nuts, but she consumes a lot of calcium), and ran off into the night.

Malik blinked. "Less... hair?" He rubbed the spot on his head where she had hit him, and was quite surprised to find a sudden lack of hair. "...wha?!" His previous anger dissolved into panic as he frantically felt around his head, not feeling the usual thick hair. It was then that he looked at his pillow, eyes widening at the blonde strands that lay there.

"...oh hell no. I'm dreaming. I have to be."

He shot out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom as fast as his legs would carry him, flicking on the light. He looked in the mirror, eyes widening even more at the horror that looked back at him. "...eep."

He then fainted dead away.