On a nice spring day, two people enter a building. One was a woman in her late 20s and the other was a little girl who was about six. Both of which had black wavy hair. Just from looking at them, it was clear that they were Mother and Daughter. The Mother was named Meisa Yamagishi and the daughter's name being Yukako.

The building was mostly filled with women from various ages be they young or old. All of them had come for one reason: to get their hair done. They had entered a hair salon.

As the Mother talked with the woman at the desk about her and her daughter having an appointment for the day, Yukako looks around. It was clear this was her first time in such a place. One of the things that caught her eye were the chairs that had some kind of dome right above them which some customers had over their heads. Curious, she tugs on her Mother's dress.

"Mommy, what are those things above those chairs?" She asked.

Meisa looked down to her daughter and smiled. "Those are hair dryers, Yukako." She said.

Yukako had never seen dryers like them before. The only kind she knew was the one her Mother would use on the both of them. She became curious about how different it was compared to the handheld one she had at home.

"Can I get something done with my hair that would let me use one of them? I kind of want to try it out." She asked.

"Sure you can, sweetie. I don't see why not." Her Mother said as she and her daughter put on the salon gowns.

The receptionist took Meisa's purse and kept it in a locker for the duration.

Yukako was excited. She took a seat in the chair next to her Mother. Her Mother asked for a simple bob cut while Yukako was going to get her hair straightened through what's called "the silk wrap" method.

The stylist starts things by brushing and combing Yukako's hair thoroughly to relieve her of any knots.

After that, Yukako was brought over to a washing station. The stylist does her work after having her lean her head back. This felt very nice for her. It felt as if she was being treated like a princess and her Mom being the queen. She then brought her head back up after it was shampooed and conditioned. Next a case of large magnetic rollers were brought over to the station and the stylist begins putting them in her hair.

Yukako giggled. "I look like an old lady!" She said as she saw herself in the mirror.

"Well, I'd say you're the cutest little old lady I've seen today." The stylist said.

Next, Yukako went over to one of the dryers and sat under it. She was to sit for an hour. The heat from the hood had a very relaxing effect on her. In fact, she even dozed off for a bit.

Meisa, after getting her haircut and seeing her daughter sleeping under the dryer, thought her daughter looked really cute. She went over to the receptionist and asked her to give her back her purse so she can take a picture of Yukako. The receptionist did as so and Meisa took the picture.

One hour later, the stylist lifts up the hood, wakes Yukako up and brings her over to one of the chairs. She then takes the rollers out. After they were all out, she then moisturizes her hair and starts brushing for a bit before wrapping it with saran wrap. She was going to sit under the dryer again, but this time, it was supposed to be for about twenty minutes. The stylist brings Yukako over to a dryer and has her sit under it.

"Would you like something to drink?" The stylist asked.

"Yes, please." She replied.

The stylist brought her a cup of green tea which Yukako drank while she waited.

Twenty minutes later, the hood was lifted up and wrap was undone. "What do you think?" The stylist asked.

Yukako admired herself in the mirror. She would run her fingers through her now straightened hair and she felt how silky and smooth it was. "I LOVE IT!" she said.

Her Mother also liked how her daughter's hair looked. To commemorate, they had the receptionist take a picture of the both of them.

Meisa paid for both of their services which came up to 5339.76 Yen and the both of them would be anticipating their next appointment with Yukako being even more excited to come back. Meisa doesn't know, but her daughter had developed an interest in hair styling.

The next day, Yukako couldn't stop thinking about her first time at the salon. She was thinking about what she would have done the next time she walked in. She couldn't wait to go back but of course, she was growing impatient. She then looked to the dolls she had and got an idea. While she waited to go back, maybe she could bring the experience home in her room where she's the one working on her "customers'" hair. She would go around her house looking for materials to make it feel like a salon. She already had a brush, a comb and a pair of scissors, but there were the other things she didn't have that they did, so she just improvised and tried to recreate them as best as she could.

Meisa went to the cupboard and noticed a few bowls were missing. She thought maybe Yukako went get herself something to eat, but that didn't sound like her. She usually would ask if she wanted a snack.

Meanwhile, in Yukako's room, she would get every little thing set up. There were a couple of chairs with some bowls placed right above them as a way to replicate the dryers at the salon. The other bowls were filled with water so that she could wet the hair of the dolls. She would grab the dolls she had, made it seem like a few of them were waiting for their time, placed a few under the "dryers" after wetting their hair and began to do her work.

"Alright, time to work my magic!" She said excitedly.

She took a Licca doll and began brushing its hair.

"So what brings you here today?" She said.

"Oh, I just need something done for tonight. My movie will be premiering." She said giving the doll a voice similar to how she thinks a movie star would sound.

"Really?! Think I can come to it?!" She asked pretending like she was asked it.

"Well, darling, I might as long as you make me beautiful." She said in the voice.

"Oh trust me, I can do that!" She said.

Yukako decided she was going to curl the doll's hair. Since she didn't have any curlers at home and there was no way her Mother would let her use a curling iron, she brought out a box of crayons, took said crayons out and began rolling them into the doll's hair.

"Okay, now I'm going to need you to sit under the dryer for a while." She said after putting the crayons in the doll's hair and then putting it under one of the makeshift dryers.

Yukako next got her hands on a Princess doll she had and began working on its hair.

"You know, it's not often that I get a chance to style the hair of a princess." She said.

"Is that so? You might get even more today since my family will be throwing a ball-" Yukako said giving it a very elegant sounding voice and cutting her off mid-sentence.

"Say no more, Princess Sayoko!" She said as she tried her best to give the doll a braided hairstyle.

Yukako's bedroom door opened with Meisa behind it. "Sweetie, lunch is-" she said. She was seeing what Yukako had done with her room. It was set up like a little hair salon. "Oh. My. Gosh. This is just so adorable! Did you do this all yourself?!" She asked.

Yukako knods her head. "Mhmm! Yes, Mommy!" She said.

"Aw, my little girl's a little hairdresser! Hold on let me get the camera!" Meisa said as she went to get her camera. She came back with it.

"Okay, now smile!" She exclaimed.

Yukako smiles as her Mom takes the picture of her daughter and her little salon.

The next week, Yukako and Meisa went back to the salon as part of regular weekly appointments. With each of these appointments, Yukako became something of a social butterfly. She would talk with the other customers and make friends with them as they all got their hair done. Yukako would always get something new done with her hair. One time, she got a French braid, another time she got a bouffant, and another one she even got a perm, making her naturally wavy hair even curlier.

When Yukako's birthday came around in the Summer, she had received presents relating to her newfound passion. Ranging from various hairstyling tools and many books on the subject. She was really happy with this.

"Thank you, Mommy and Daddy!" she exclaimed as she hugged them.

"You're welcome." They both said.

One day in school, she handed out invitations for a slumber party she was going to have at her family's villa. She also gave one to her next door neighbor Chiho. Because of how much Chiho's parents would fight, Yukako felt that she should be able to get away from their constant arguing even if it was just for one night.

At the villa, the party had started. Yukako made sure she had everything she and the girls would need. From snacks to hair accessories to board games, she had it all. Her own pajamas had strawberries on them.

Almost instantly, she insisted on starting with doing each other's hair. It was going to be the first time she tried her hand at styling actual hair instead of a doll's. She brought everything out that they could use. She got behind one girl and began braiding her hair. She looked over to Chiyo who wasn't joining in on it.

"Hey Chiho, is there anything in particular you'd like done?" She asked as she braided the other girl's hair.

"Hmm? Oh, no. To be honest, I'm not really into this kind of thing. Feel free to do whatever you want with it." Chiho said nonchalantly.

"Oh, okay." Yukako said. She finishes braiding the one girl's hair. She had combined two braids and made them one. She then went over to Chiho and began working on her hair. She brought some ball curlers and began rolling them into Chiho's hair. "Trust me, this will look great when it's done. You can even sleep with these things in if you want." She added as she rolled her hair.

"Okay." Chiho said.

"So, what do you plan on doing when you grow up?" She asked as she continued rolling Chiho's hair.

"Well, I plan on becoming a writer." Chiho told her.

"Really? That sounds so cool! I guess you can all guess what job I want to have!" Yukako said.

"A hairdresser!" One girl said while working another one's hair.

"I think you'd be a great one, Yukako! I really like what you did with my hair!" Said the girl whose hair Yukako braided.

Yukako enjoyed being praised by the other girls. It felt nice hearing how talented she was working with hair. She knew that this was clearly her calling.

As the years passed, Yukako wouldn't go to the salon as regularly as she used to. She would still get her hair done there mainly for special occasions like when a relative was getting married. Her passion would also change from hair styling to a boy named Koichi Hirose. She would mostly be the one doing her own hair rather than doing her friend's and she obviously was growing out of practicing on dolls. She would also become a little less sociable and began to scare people with an intimidating look on her face.

One day, she was shot with an arrow that would end up changing her life. The arrow had given her a Stand. It gave her the power to manipulate her hair at will. Because of this, her salon appointments went from rare to her no longer going. She felt it was unnecessary.

Present Day and two years after that one fateful Summer in Morioh, Yukako, now 18, sat with her boyfriend Koichi showing the photos of her in her Mother's photo album including the one of her and her doll salon. She had also had her hair done in two buns with braids. She saw it in a magazine and thought it would look cute on her.

"So what do you think, Koichi?" Yukako asked.

"I think these were really cute. It was sweet seeing how you used to be when you were little." He said. He looked at the clock on her wall. "Oh, I think we should get going. Jotaro said he was going to be bringing his daughter to show her around Morioh." He said as he got off her bed and headed out.

"Oh yeah, I'll be right there." She said getting up. She would follow Koichi shortly. The two of them were going to the cafe to meet Jotaro's daughter Jolyne.

Author's Note: This fic will involve a lot of hairstyling terminology, a field I have no actual experience in. I mainly looked these things up online. If anybody reading this has experience in hairdressing, please PM me and help me out on how to write about it. I'm always open to ideas on how I can improve.