The door chimed.

A brunette with long hair that almost touched his back walked through the door. At first he thought that the customer was female due to their long hair, but a masculine yet light voice greeted him instead. The man, now he's sure, sat down on the seat. The hairdresser, Sakon Shima, picked up his tools and stood at the man's back.

"What can I do for you today?"

Their eyes meet through the mirror. Something flashed within his mind. An old, long forgotten memories.

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'My Lord, your hair has gotten longer. Shall I cut it up for you?'

The young man he referred as the lord touched his hair. Sakon did the same, feeling the soft texture under his rough finger.

'Yes. Let me take your offer, Sakon.'

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"It's been rather hot lately. I wish you can cut it short," retorted the young man. Sakon touched the man's hair and almost felt guilty when he had to clip down the beautiful locks. Such a fine hair, soft and straight, some of his customers would be dying to have this kind of hair.

A few minutes passed. They did not talk, they did not exchange any pleasantries, they did not even touch the subject of weather. The only thing between them was the sound of hair snipping, and the occasional sound of the door chimes that indicated another customer. Other than that, there was nothing.

Sakon put away his scissors, and started combing the man's hair.

"How do you like it?"

"It's a bit longer than I thought," said the man, with a hint of annoyance seeping through his voice.

"Summer it may be, but fall is coming soon. It won't be good to have short hair on such cold days."

"Hm… yes. I'm not good with cold either. I suppose this hair length is enough then."

The man inspected himself from the mirror, seeing his new shoulder hair length instead of his former one must have made him felt strange.

"How much for your service?" asked the man. But Sakon only gave his smile. "There's no need. Today is special because you're my first customer."

The young man look displeased, and he seemed to want to retort something, but somehow retracted back his words. He sighed. "I hope you don't regret this in the future."

Sakon smiled at that retort as the man walked toward the door.

"I will wait for your second visit, my lord."

The man turned his back, his face narrowed in confusion. "I beg your pardon?"

"I will wait for your second visit," said Sakon, omitting the last part of his sentence.

For a moment the man didn't say a thing, but his confused face soon morphed into a pleased smile.

"I'll pay for my next visit, Sakon," and the door was closed.

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'Sakon, don't make it too short. You know I dislike the cold.'

His retainer chuckled at that, and proceeded to cut his lord's hair with a blade. His movement was precise and gentle as each strands of hair fell down from his head.

'I know that my lord. How many times do you think I've cut your hair?'

Although unable to see the young lord's face somehow Sakon Shima knew that his lord was smiling.

'Too many times to count, Sakon. Too many times…'

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the above characters. They're all own by Koei and their historical self.

It's been a while since the last time I write in English so please pardon my errors. I'd be glad to receive feed back, and thank you for reading.

To the positive anon: Thank you for reviewing! I actually didn't expect anyone to even read this since I wrote it on a whim, but thank you for taking your time writing that long review. And, yes. You're absolutely right, English isn't my native tongue. Actually I mainly write in Bahasa Indonesia on another account. Once again thank you. Please enjoy my future story (if I make one that is).