A/N: My final installment for Haircut. Sorry it's so late! ^^; Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own DGM.
"If you'll just sit down over here…" Ani grabbed Kanda's arm and tugged him over to a chair. "Now you just sit down and we'll get started." She smiled and gave him a pat on the head before making her way to the back of the store, humming a merry little tune.
Kanda bolted towards the door, violently knocking Allen out of the way in the process. He made it about a city block before he was captured by a hysterical Lavi and a moderately bruised Allen. He was then dragged back to Scissor Hands, kicking, yelling, growling, swearing, and once biting (Allen of course, because the boy never learns). Grumbling, Kanda tore himself away from his "friends" as soon as they released him safely back at the door.
Ani returned from the back room carrying a large bin of supplies, still humming the same happy tune. Kanda glared silently from his chair. "Okedy Dokey! Let's see what we have to work with," chirped Ani happily. She grabbed Kanda's long ponytail and yanked it over to get a better look. Kanda gritted his teeth as she attempted to rip his hair out (not literally, but…). He managed a glare in Allen and Lavi's direction, but neither cared. Allen was rubbing his cheek where a beautiful bruise was blossoming. Lavi was trying not to laugh at the sight of his friend being tortured by a small girl.
Ani took out Kanda's hair tie. "Oh, you have such pretty hair!" she exclaimed, much to his embarrassment. She then roughly grabbed his head and dunked it into a basin of water. Kanda emerged sopping wet, just managing to keep his temper in control. He resembled a wet dog, with his bangs hanging in his eyes, all hunched over.
Meanwhile, Allen had a devilish grin forming on his face. He motioned Ani over. Lavi looked at him, curious as to what he was planning. "Miss Ani, our friend is a bit shy," Allen said, taking her hand in a gentleman-like fashion, making her blush. "Would you be so kind as to…" he paused for a moment, thinking. "Curl his hair?"
Lavi's jaw dropped as he made a mental note to never get on the bad side of his white haired friend. Ani looked surprised. 'But I thought he just wanted a trim?"
"He's really wanted to get his hair curled but he's too embarrassed to ask," Allen said with mock concern.
Ani frowned. "Are you sure? Mr. Kanda doesn't seem like the person who'd want his hair styled…" she replied uneasily, looking over to where Kanda sat, glaring into space with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"We're going to a party," piped in Lavi. "Big shindig. He's the only one of us with hair that really can be styled."
"Oh," said Ani with a nod. "Is there any certain way he wants it? I can maybe work it into a classy up-do."
"That would be great….How long do you think this will last? Long enough to get pictures?" Lavi asked nonchalantly.
"Sure, I can do that!" She gave a small smile. "I'll get right on it. I better start before Mr. Kanda's hair dries." She practically skipped over to were Kanda sat.
"I feel sort of bad taking advantage of her like this…" murmured Allen.
"Don't worry. Between the two of us we can protect her. We'll use the money from blackmailing Yu with the pictures to send her somewhere." replied Lavi.
"Siberia should be safe."
"And we are done!" Ani exclaimed an hour and 20 minutes later.
Lavi jumped up from the chair he'd been sleeping in. "I'm up! I wasn't sleeping Gramps, really!" he shouted. He looked around, fully waking up. "Oh…carry on."
"The wait was worth it," Allen said, tightly clutching the camera he'd bought. It was worth the years of joy they'd have tormenting the terminally angry Exorcist.
"Okay Mr. Kanda. Let's just turn you around towards the mirror…"
Allen and Lavi exchanged an excited look. They braced themselves, ready to take the picture and run. They heard Ani give a small squeak of fear right before Kanda walked into view. And what a view it was. Kanda's long hair was piled on his head in a bundle of intertwined curls. He looked like one of those fancy dolls, or a very proper lady…well, minus the demonic glare and the chair he was getting ready to beat them with. Allen took the picture, and promptly bolted from the building. Lavi started to laugh but was stopped short with one look at his friend. The laugh died in his throat. "Now Kanda, you can accept an honest joke, can't you?" he asked, with his hands in front of him, palms out in a gesture of surrender. Kanda gave an inhuman growl. Lavi blanched. "Well, would you look at the time…I think I hear Allen calling," he looked at Ani and mouthed run before following Allen's path out the door.
Still growling, Kanda lowered the chair. He turned on Ani. "Is this your idea of a joke?" he hissed.
Ani looked frantically between him and the door before bursting into tears. Kanda dropped the chair, taking a step back. He couldn't stand people crying. He could barely tolerate Miranda let alone a total stranger. "Knock it off!" he barked.
She managed to stop. She sniffled before trying to apologize to Kanda. He put up a hand cutting her off. "It was their idea, was it not?" he asked, putting the chair back in it's spot.
She nodded. "I can help you get back at them…" she said quietly. Kanda looked at her surprised. "They insulted my work by playing that mean trick on you!" she huffed, crossing her arms and frowning. An evil grin suddenly crossed her face. "I know the perfect thing."
The next morning, Kanda sat quietly in the cafeteria, eating his morning soba. His hair was still curled in some parts . Which made his standard ponytail very feminine. A couple of Finders had already walked past, either laughing or gossiping about his hairstyle. He'd nearly beheaded them, so the rest had the sense to stay clear. He checked the time. Vengeance was soon at hand. Lenalee and Miranda came over and sat by him (or at least in the general area). "Good morning Kanda…are you… trying something new with your hair?" Lenalee asked, looking for the polite way to figure out what was wrong with his hair.
Kanda simply gave a non-committal grunt. "Ask Allen and Lavi."
Lenalee frowned. "What did they do?"
Before Kanda could get into a rant over the injustice done to his poor hair, a strangled yell cut him off. Kanda gave a small smile (an actual smile!).
Allen rounded the corner and briskly marched up to Kanda. "You…you…!" Allen was shaking in furry. He stood there, half dressed and dripping wet with his new bright purple hair. "You did this!" he hissed. Lenalee blushed at the sight of Allen while suppressing giggles at the ridiculous purple shade his hair was. Miranda thought she was choking and rushed her to the nurse.
Kanda gave an evil smirk. "What did I do?"
"You dyed my hair PURPLE!" roared Allen. This caught the attention of well over half the cafeteria who turned around to watch the show. Allen lowered his voice, "I know you did it. This is payback for the curls, isn't it?"
"I don't recall doing that. Maybe Lavi did it? He does like to pull pranks on you…" Kanda replied quietly, continuing to eat his soba.
"You lie!" Allen yelled, point an accusatory finger at Kanda. He was about to continue as Lavi walked in, which stopped Allen in his tracks, and caused Kanda's smirk to grow wider.
"He got us Allen…" said Lavi smiling, rubbing his newly green tipped hair. "I look like a Christmas Tree…" he mumbled.
Allen glared at Kanda. "How'd you do it?"
"Miss Ani merely gave me a suggestion and we worked it out from there. Now, about that picture…" stated Kanda. "It would be in your best interests to hand it over."
"Over my dead body," snorted Allen.
"Now, Allen, be reasonable. Why exactly Yu?" asked Lavi, his smile twitching ever so slightly.
"Because, Miss Ani is the only one who can get the dye out. Unless you want to wait for your hair to grow out."
"Touché," replied Lavi. "Anything else?"
"She'd like payment as well."
"I didn't take her for that type…" murmured Lavi.
"Actually, she's sort of evil," said Kanda.
"Master Cross evil or Earl evil?" asked Allen.
"General Cross."
Allen flinched. He looked at Lavi. "I guess we have to….but not before showing them to everyone!" And with that, Kanda would spend the next week beating the snot out of Finders and other Order members who asked him where his dolly and bonnet were.