Author's Note: Okay... so I just suggested that I'm taking prompts on Tumblr, but I didn't expect anyone to reply quite so fast. Sweatdrops. At any rate, thank you for the support!

Requested From: renoa

Prompt: Sasuke is helping Hinata cut her hair but accidentally cuts it at an angle and it looks weird!

Hairstyle

Hinata took a deep breath, eyeing the sign in front of her; fairly large, written in elegantly curvy letters, spelling: Uchiha Salon. Having been said to be a family salon, it was the best of the best. It was grand, extravagant, show-offy and... exactly what Hinata needed right now.

After the dramatic break up with her ex, Hinata felt that she deserved to pamper herself; if only a little. To help herself forget about the old her... the reason that her and Naruto broke up. Just thinking about it still made her feel wretched inside.

Just a couple of days ago, she had walked in on him and one of her best friends, Ino, passionately making out, and already about to rip each other's clothes off. It had hurt, to be honest - immensely. And it had taken her a day or so to recompose herself enough to dump his sorry ass - wait, no. Naurto was not like that. It was honestly her own fault for placing one too many expectations on him; especially when he never really expected anything of her.

He was a good guy; they just hadn't worked out. Both of them had entirely different morals, she reasoned.

And that was why she was standing here, following Tenten's (her best friend) suggestion. She was going to try and be a new her. And she would start by cutting her hair.

Fingering her own indigo locks, she nearly grimaced. Her hair was one of the only things that she truly liked about herself; the only thing that she had inherited from her late mother. And that was why that it had to go.

Taking a deep breath she pushed the door open, cringing slightly as the bell rang in warning as it always did when a customer came in. An abnormally tall man with flaming orange hair came to greet her; his expression gentle, yet his physique frightening.

"H-hello." Hinata cursed the annoying stutter that she always had - one that she was trying to get rid of. Especially now that she's vowed to become a better person. "I came for m-my appointment?" Her question rang in her ears, as the man mutely nodded, vaguely gesturing her to follow him.

It was a large, pristine salon; everything crisp and clean. The shine felt light against Hinata's eyes, and she was glad that she had allowed herself this leisure. Weaving through the many stools and mirrors, Hinata finally found herself sitting down in her seat. The chair... stool(?) was comfortable, and she could have sworn that it was made out of leather.

Letting out a sigh, she relaxed, and felt the red-haired man move deftly away. Instead, a different reflection appeared in the mirror directly in front of her. Hinata had to hold her breath in order not to betray her surprised gasp.

The man was Adonis. Or Casanova. She was sure of it: never before in her life, had she ever seen such a beautiful man. Like a painting. In fact, he was so beautiful, that Hinata found herself cringing away - such beauty was unnatural, and uncomfortable. While most other women might have been fascinated by such beauty... Hinata was only intimidated.

And for good reason. Looking at his eyes... they were like ice cold obsidian holes. Unpleasant shivers crawled up Hinata's spine.

Not only where his eyes dark, but his hair was a fathomless black; so black that it shined. These features stood out against his pale, white skin - making his features all the more delicate. He was tall and muscular, although much leaner than Naruto. Almost unconsciously, Hinata swivelled her stool around to face him, looking at him directly with her opal eyes.

With such a murderous aura, Hinata almost had a heart attack as she glanced at the foreign object in his hand: a pair of scissors. They were sharp, and the metal glinted menacingly... before Hinata realised that he was her hair stylist.

"Done staring?" His voice was a husky velvet, matching with his appearance. And, Hinata couldn't help find him quite rude. It was now, she supposed, to put, 'new Hinata' in action... but one look into his eyes, he found herself retreating back into her usual comfortable shell.

She turned back to the mirror, not bothering with a reply. Instead, she glanced at the watch on her wrist, beginning to slightly regret coming here. She could at least hope that this 'hair dresser' of hers was professional.

Uchiha Sasuke was having a bad day.

First of all, when he woke up in the morning, it was an hour before the alarm clock was supposed to ring; and he couldn't go back to sleep afterwards. It was a well known fact that he was not a morning person... and well... his mood had already plummeted to a sub-zero level.

Second of all, his brother 'oh-so-lovingly' decided to play a joke on him: all of Itachi's jokes were so glaringly not funny, that the irony in itself was comical. But today, it had been a thinking joke. No more words could describe the horror that Itachi had come up with.

There were many other things that could be said to have gone wrong that morning. But lastly, the most obvious one was this: a slightly tingly and very weird anticipation had been building up all day. It was almost as if he was nervous about something... and an Uchiha was never anxious about anything.

And so, Sasuke was having a bad enough day already without being told that he would have to cut the hair of a pesky... dare he say it... female. But has father had been in charge of the salon that morning, so there was no way on earth that he could refuse.

Despite the vastly differing opinions of others, he had an actual reason for disliking females. He had found that most of them where fangirls. A really harmless sounding word; and yet, in retrospect, it haunted his nightmares with a vengeance.

He was expecting for her to have come to this salon especially for him... but as he was walking up towards the girl he was supposed to serve, it seemed not to be the case. But still, he was not about to let his guard down. That was an amateur mistake.

The girl (Hyuuga Hinata, if he remembered correctly), had long, dark, and wavy hair that was so black that it seemed to posses a natural indigo sheen. It was evidently not dyed; and it somehow fascinated Sasuke. It was strange, though: she had still not turned around to face him, as if she didn't come here to see him.

How queer.

He shook that off, and glanced at her face through the mirror. And he stopped dead in his tracks.

Her eyes: her eyes were the most blatantly captivating eyes he had ever seen. They were pupil-less; and it was almost like she was blind, but she obviously wasn't by the way she was staring at him. No; her eyes were not a milky white, but a light, light lavender that could see right through him.

After realising that he was staring at her, he abruptly turned away. That was when she rolled around on her chair to face him. And yet again, he was taken by the refined beauty in front of him. He ignored the feeling, reminding himself that she was a fangirl (a strange one, but still), and spoke in order to break the weird spell he was in.

"Done staring?" Sasuke asked, a smirk resting on his lips. Hinata scowled, and swerved again in her chair, yet again facing the mirror. His eyebrows furrowed, not understanding her reaction. Shouldn't she have started squealing by now?

Just when he was about to open his mouth to speak again, the girl interrupted. "I... I-I don't k-know who y-you are, but you're o-obviously my hair s-stylist, so c-can you please g-get on with it?"

She didn't know his name? And yet she came here, and he was her hair stylist. It was impossible. It had to be impossible. Implausible. Unthinkable. There was no way- "I haven't introduced myself yet, have I?" Sasuke needed to confirm this again. There was just no way-

"N-no. I- it's okay. Just please, c-cut my hair."

And so, Uchiha Sasuke reached a conclusion he didn't want to believe: this Hyuuga Hinata was not... a fangirl.

Deciding to move on, he guessed that it was time to do his job. "What cut would you like." It was supposed to be a question, but Sasuke managed to transform it into a monotonous drone.

"S-something... something t-that would m-make me s-seem like a-a new person." The stuttering was starting to annoy him slightly... but it was a nice change from the loud screeching he was accustomed with.

As he started to focus on her words, an image came into mind. "I know just the cut." Sasuke declared, imagining her hair in multiple layers and variable length. Hinata nodded in acquisition, not particularly minding whatever cut he would give her.

Usually, Sasuke would use rubber gloves while cutting hair, because most hair he found disgusting. And yet... Hinata's hair looked lushly soft, so he decided that he wouldn't bother with them, if only this time. And so, his bare hand plunged into Hinata's thick locks.

Sasuke's eyes widened. Hinata's hair was silky and smooth, and felt so very... nice... against his hands. It was every hair stylist's dream. Normally he would have washed it, but it felt clean enough to cut it dry.

His eyes went slightly hazy as he reached for the scissors. This hair... he closed his eyes, and he smelled the light and not overpowering scent of lavender coming from it. He shook his head, realising that he was... sniffing... hair. Sasuke was acting strange. Too strange.

He couldn't let this masterpiece of hair distract him from creating his own masterpiece!

Snip, snip, went the sharp, sharp scissors.

Upon her return to the apartment, the first thing Hinata did was find the nearest mirror.

She had been in such a hurry back at the salon that she hadn't bothered to look at her cut. Hinata had only paid as fast as she could, and high tailed as quickly as she could out of there. Uchiha Sasuke - as she learned that that was his name - intimidated her. His eyes were too intense; and besides, everyone in the salon had been gaping at her.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the mirror in front of her. Her jaw dropped. She... she could now see why everyone had been staring...

The cut looked weird.

Very weird.

The front of her hair was chin length; some of it was shoulder length. The hair in the back was a little longer, and in multiple, multiple layers. How- how- how the hell did she manage to make it out of the salon without seeing the mess her hair was in? Sure, from the front, it seemed normal, but it looked so weird in every other direction.

Hinata sighed wearily. Someone would have to go back to the salon tomorrow; someone going by the name of Hyuuga Hinata.

No matter how much she didn't want to see Sasuke again, she just had to confront him about this haircut. It was almost like he had done it on purpose... Hinata scowled. He did seem like the type that could spite her for just the heck of it.

"Sasuke, what the hell happened?" Uchiha Fugaku demanded, rewinding the CCTV tape. "Preschoolers can cut better than how you just did!"

Once Fugaku had heard wind of the haircut his son had produced earlier that day, he knew he just had to do something about it. And now here they were, having a loving father/son conference.

"I know, father, you don't need to tell me." Uchiha Sasuke said bitterly, his face forcibly blank. Even he didn't know what had happened. One moment he had a clear image of how he wanted the final image, the next second, it had become all blurry, and now - now, he had become the laughing stock of the family.

That hair! Sasuke had a frightening scowl on his face. That hair... was the bane of his existence, created in order to distract him.

"Well, what I do need to tell you is that tomorrow, you will be seeing Hyuuga Hinata one way or another and you will redo that atrocious hair cut - for free."

:O that was a rushed ending. Gawd, I effed that up. Im sowwy. I tried. It was going too fast, and even I could feel it... :(

At any rate, these prompts will be 2K. I can't do 4K. Im sorry. :(

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