Til death due us part

Locks of Hair

Lunette's P.O.V

"Tomorrow we are going to start on the 3d maneuver gear and I don't know if I can do it Moon" Sola said nervously. Sweet freckled Jesus, if she was any more nervous, I swear she would faint right now.

"Soul, you can do it! I believe in you." I smiled at her. She nervously smiled back at me.

"It's hard to believe that it's been about a year since we have been here." She said randomly. I nodded in agreement, it is pretty unbelievable. Sliding onto the ground of the dining hall, Sola flopped herself on her butt, looking up at me.

"Hey, I was wondering..." she started of slowly, playing with a strand of her hair "Could you possible cut my hair?"

"Cut it? Why?" I said, sitting myself next her, slowly running my hand through her hair.

"It's getting too long and it will start to hinder my performance. I'm not talented like you" she told me, swatting at my long strands of hair. Rolling my eyes and shaking my head at her

"Soul, you are talented" I told her "But yes, I will cut your hair for you." I said bowing my head to her. Not paying attention, I didn't notice Timothy come up behind Sola and grab ahold of her hair and yank. Sola jerked in surprise

"What the hell?" she angrily exclaimed.

"Don't cut it Sola. It's so pretty." He said with a smirk, giving her a hair another small yank.

"Can you go be creepy somewhere else?" I asked. No one, I mean no one messes with Sola. He's asking for his ass to be kicked.

"Can you go back to hell wherever you belong?" he asked me.

"I am done with your shit!" I yelled at him shooting from the ground and walking up to him. He decide to bend down and get in my face.

"What are you going to do?" he said taunted, grabbing the front of my shirt. Sola stood up and grabbed his wrist.

"I suggest you better let go of her before I make sure you regret grabbing her" she hissed. Damn, normally she's cheerful or shy. I don't think I have ever seen her this pissed.

"What are you going to do" he asked her letting me go and getting up in her face instead.

"Center yourself on your feet" she said softly.

"What does that matter?" he asked, rolling his eyes like he was talking to a child.

"Cause if you don't, I can do this" she said. Suddenly she kicked his legs from underneath him and while he was falling back, she slammed her other foot into his chest, pinning him to the ground. She then leaned in and spoke in a steady, soft tone.

"If you ever touch my little moon again, I will shove my boot so far up your ass, you will be tasting leather for a month! Got it?" Without waiting for a response, she lifted her foot and turned back to me.

"My name isn't Moon" I glared at her. She just rolled her eyes.

"That little shit is one of the other reasons why I want to cut my hair" she told me as we walked back toward the barracks. I just nodded back in response, still pissed off at the asshole. Why hasn't she mentioned it before?

"Will you cut my hair now?" she asked when we arrived back at our room.

"Sure, let's just get this over with." I said drawing my knife, she tied her hair back into ponytail. She showed me where she wanted it cut at and I carefully ran my blade across it, making sure not to cut her on accident. Locks of her hair fell across the floor, scattering everywhere.

"There" I said putting my knife away as she shook her hair out

"Thank you" she smiled at me "It feels so much better now." Was her response as she ran her fingers through her now shorter hair.