Pink Scissors and Purple Dreams

Yuki adjusted her scissor-shaped hairpins as she walked through the cobblestone streets of Nakaibito village. Her pink dress swished with each step, matching heels clicking against the stones. The morning sun caught her elaborate pink curls and the scissors dangling from her ears.

"Another beautiful day for magical hairdressing," she said, twirling her wand that looked exactly like a pair of silver scissors.

At the village fountain, she met her best friends Maki and Yuko. Maki held her thinning shears wand, while Yuko gripped her clipper-shaped one.

"Did you hear about the problem at the edge of town?" Maki whispered, her eyes wide.

"What problem?" Yuki asked.

"Five boys with hair so long and messy, people mistake them for girls. Their parents are furious."

Yuko nodded grimly. "They refuse to get haircuts. Someone needs to help them."

Yuki's purple eyes sparkled with determination. This sounded like a job for magical hairdressers.

Tears at the Town Square

The three magical girls hurried through the village square, past the morning shoppers and vendors. Yuki's heels clicked faster as they approached the old fountain where a crowd had gathered.

"There they are," Maki whispered, pointing with her thinning shears wand.

Five boys sat hunched on the fountain's edge, their hair falling past their shoulders in tangled, greasy waves. People walked by, whispering and pointing. One boy with particularly matted brown hair had tears streaming down his face.

"We can't go anywhere without people staring," the crying boy said. His name was Ren, and he looked about eleven years old.

"My mom says I look like a girl," another boy named Riku muttered, pushing his long black hair from his eyes.

Yuki stepped forward, her scissors wand glinting in the sunlight. "We're here to help. You need haircuts."

All five boys jumped up, backing away from the fountain. "No!" they shouted together.

"Please don't make us!" cried Haruto, the tallest boy with shoulder-length hair. "Last time someone cut my hair, they made me look terrible!"

The boys turned and ran toward the edge of town, their long hair streaming behind them like flags of surrender.