I only own my mind, 206 bones, and the right to free speech. None of which are removable. This means you, Itex!

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Fang looked into the mirror and gulped.

This was it.

The big day.

Today was the day he will become a man!

He was finally going to do it.

The big IT every boy dreamed of.

Wondering if Max would approve, he turned back to the mirror.

Smearing the cream on his relevant parts, he wondered what she was doing.

Where's the razor?

Oh, there.

He bent down to pick it up.

Beginning to stand up, there was a sound like a muffled bell.

"Ow" He moaned.

'My poor skull.' He thought, tenderly rubbing his head.

Slowly Fang stood up, with no farther mishaps.

With baited breath, he brought the razor to his cheek.

A nice brown stripe on a sea of foam.

'I'm waxing poetic' Fang thought resignedly. 'Something bad is going to happen.

He waited a second.

-Crickets chirp-

So far, so good.

A little more confidently, he raised the razor up for another go.

Fang hissed in pain.

Blood gushed from his cheek and puddled on the floor.

Fang said several words that will not be included in this story, as it is rated T.

Quickly, he leaned forwards, intending to splash water on his cut.

The water spurted on, going all over the floor.

Fang was drenched.

Intending to shut off the water, he lunged forward.

Crack!

The mirror shattered from the force of Fangs unintentional blow.

He fell backwards, taking the towel rack with him.

Fang's arm was bleeding, and his shirt was ripped.

He uttered a couple more words that would earn him a smack from Max.

What would Max think if she saw him like this?

Speak of the devil…

"Fang! Fang are you alright?" She shouted, sounding panicked.

"Ow…" was all he could manage.

The door handle was locked, of course. What teenage boy doesn't lock the door?

"I'm going to get Iggy. Hang on!"

Feet raced down the corridor of the hotel they were staying in.

Slowly, he stood up.

Cautiously making his way toward the door, he tripped and fell into the bathtub.

Any lesser person would give up and lay in the tub for the rest of his life, but not Fang.

Fang was a man, remember?

Again, he got up.

Walking towards the door veery carefully, he heard Max return with Iggy.

To save Iggy the trouble of picking the lock, the poor unfortunate soul stepped out of the bathroom from hell.

Max took one look at the soaked, bleeding, and bruised Fang and screamed.

"Fang! What happened to you?"

He replied tiredly

"Cut myself shaving."

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Haha! At the beginning, I bet you were expecting something different, huh you sick minded pervs. I wrote this because I was reading the part in MR3 where Fang leaves, and I wanted to bash him. How dare he leave the flock when they need him most! I kept him alive, though. Don't kill me, fangirls! -runs screaming into the distance chased by a herd of rabid fangirls-

Actually, I like Fang. He just can be a bit of a moron sometimes.