Zaraki Kenpachi eyed the members of his division narrowly, glaring at the determined faces around him.
"So it's like this, is it?" He growled. Most of whom he glowered at dropped their gazes, but a couple stared unrepentantly back – Madarame was even grinning, the bastard!
"We held a vote," One brave Shinigami piped up. "We decided that if you don't do it yourself, we'll have to do it for you."
Kenpachi drew his sword and bore down on Ayasegawa, who backed away and clutched the scissors protectively.
"For the last goddamn time, I do not need a new hairstyle!"
I think Kenpachi's hair is brilliant. xD
R&R!
~Featherz