Bang (Speed Racer: The Next Generation)

Four

Conor's frightened screech is what woke Speed in the morning. He stretched his legs and rolled around, "Conor, what is it?"

The mechanic blinked, realizing that Speed, indeed, was there. When he awoke earlier, all he had seen was the blond hair. This made him assume Speed was not in his bed but instead some stranger. It was him but the hair wasn't his. It took a few seconds for Conor to let the scared state settle. Speed stared back until Conor talked.

"You... but... blond. Your hair is... When did you...?" Conor asked quickly, partially thinking he was dreaming. It was only seven hours since he had last seen his friend, a period of time that was assumed to be for sleeping not dyeing hair.

"What? Oh yeah..." Speed raised up a hand to brush through his hair. The blond locks fell back in place, "I woke up last night with it blond. Alec did it... I think... He was vague."

Conor shifted at the name, "Speed... Do you really think it's possible for someone to bleach someone's hair while they are sleeping, or at all, without anyone noticing? I am sure it's possible but... Really?"

"My hair is blond. I didn't do it. Someone had to!" Speed insisted.

The redhead paused, drawing in his feet and looking away, "I suppose sleep walking is possible but it's such a complex task... You are right. I don't know how but you have to be..."

"It's weird but Alec accomplished it," Speed shrugged.

"Alec," Conor blinked, glancing back to Speed with a sigh, "He's weird on his own. I don't know him, especially as you do. Never actually met him either, but he's up to something. It just doesn't add up. This is weird, too weird," Conor swung his feet over the edge of the bed.

Speed got up as well, scratching his head, "It's not the usual, but it's a prank. A joke, you know? The twins do worse to each other!"

The statement was true. Conor took it and agreed, having a few problems with it,though, "Alec seems a bit cruel spirited, though. I don't like the idea of that having influence on you."

Speed, taking offence to this, scoffed, "It doesn't!"

He grabbed his Converse, slipped them on, then grabbed his coat. One last thing, he put on the cap Alec gave him and headed out the door, ignoring the inquiries of Conor about where he had gotten it. Speed no longer desired to talk to him, at least not for the present time.

In ten minutes Speed would have to go see Ms Smith, and not eagerly at that. Waiting those minutes away, he stood in front of the full body mirror in the restroom. Comb in hand, he slowly and methodically styled his hair in the mirror. He had overreacted earlier when calling his hair white, it was mostly the bright lights to blame, because it was more of a dirty blond. Anyone seeing him could tell that his hair used to be dark brown.

He wet it so it wouldn't fray outwards at the tips like it kept trying to do. His shorter bangs wouldn't lay right when combed to the side, only wanting to cooperate if parted in the middle. Speed didn't care for it all that badly but it worked. His hair, when dried, fluffed out still, so he shoved on the cap.

It kept down the hair, despite how the rest that was not under still was fluffy but that couldn't be helped. The bill felt awkward, heavy on his head. He didn't like the shade in his eyes either. Like Alec, he removed the baseball cap and wore it backwards. Speed smiled just a little, remarking of how different he seemed.

Three minutes.

Taking one last look, hoping he looked presentable, he swished the coat back and forth with glee watching it swing to the sides before walking out with his hands in his pockets.