Before Note: WOAH WOAH WOAH HELLO THERE! Its been what? Almost a year? pfft. Anyways, sorry for that extremely long wait, and if you are magically still here after all this time then holy shit marry me. Seriously I love you. And if I have any new readers then I'll have you know I go on haitus very very often. Usually because of school, as the case this last year. Guys Im going to be a junior next season this is scary.
This chapter is kinda a bullshit chapter because I'm attempting to build up something eventful for Shun's birthday, which is coming up in September YO! So just giving that heads up. MMM other than that any updates between now and then will most likely be random goodies. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own Saint Seiya or it's characters, obviously.
The days after Ikki's appearance had been oddly calm. The scorching summer heat kept the teen unmotivated to do much besides laying on the couch half naked and reading books, with his cheap little fan at high power. His fan was the only thing he kept on, not even his television, for the sake of keeping the apartment as cool as possible. He showered like three times a day, even though he barely went out these days.
He had thought about getting a job to keep him occupied during the day, but Saori would have none of that. She claimed that she was able to support him and the others and that they should take advantage of the peace that surrounded them for once. Shun felt like such a freeloader, but he supposed Saori felt it was her responsibility to take care of them, and, as her saints (who fought for her safety), it technically was.
And so here he was, lazy, in a loose shirt and a pair of old shorts, attempting to tame his sweaty hair with both his hands in order to put it up in a loose ponytail.
'Just cut your hair already, maybe then you won't sweat that much.'
The saint furrowed his brows as he walked toward his bathroom mirror, taking the hair tie from his mouth and tying his hair.
"I've always had my hair like this, I think it would be weird to cut it," he sighed, examining his sorry attempt at hairstyling in the mirror. Ever since he could remember it was just a thing to have his hair long, a lot of his friends did. Just look at Shiryu with his long locks. Majestic and smooth like a fricken waterfall. And it somehow never gets in his way.
'You could just try it this once, and it'll grow back by the time it gets colder too. Wouldn't that be convenient?'
Shun hummed as he looked at his reflection again. Thinking. Considering it. Hm. It was just hair, right ? And he could do whatever he wanted with it. And it was also extremely hot. And he did hate the sweaty mess around his neck.
"Sounds convincing enough," he declared, heading to the living room in a short quest for a pair of scissors and then a towel.
'Wouldn't you rather go to a barber shop or something? What if you fuck up?' Hades sounded concerned.
Shun scowled slightly as he went back to the bathroom with his supplies. "Since when do you know more about these things than I do? You're a Greek god," the teen stopped and thought for a second, "And stop swearing."
'You don't control me, mom' Hades said in a mocking tone.
Was this normal god behavior? Maybe the modern world was a bad influence. Yes, the exposure to today's technology and culture must have the power to affect even a god. Let it be a phase. Let it be a phase. Dear Zeus, let it be a phase. The sass is too strong.
'It's not a phase, this is who I am.' Shun then heard a bunch of snickering and he became genuinely frightened for a moment, earning a full blown laugh from the god. He should be used to this already. He really should.
"You disappoint me, son," Shun retorted while rolling his eyes, and he snapped the hair tie off and wet his hair a bit. He started to comb it, but damn it was painful. How could he have so many knots? Where did they come from? He tugged on his hair hard with the comb and a ball of knots ripped off and he wanted to cry.
'Pull yourself together boy!'
Shun rubbed at his stinging eyes and nodded weakly.
After his green locks became tangle-free, he was ready for the scissors.
'Do you even know how to start?'
The Andromeda saint gripped some of his hair and aligned the cutting utensil slightly above his chin.
"Nope."
And he cut.
And cut.
Cut some more.
Made a face that read "oh-shit-Aphrodite-save-me".
Brushed the cut hair into the sink.
And finally, trimmed the edges.
The deed was done in under half an hour. No blood was spilled. Victory was his. He swiped the towel over his head and threw it swiftly in the laundry basket. He slammed the scissors on the sink with more force than necessary. He ran a hand through his hair.
A deep breath.
'Well, for a first try its pretty decent…'
Shun looked at himself in the mirror once more. His hair went down almost to his chin, instead of past his shoulders. It didn't drape over his neck like it did before, and he sighed in content as he felt the coolness he didn't feel before. His bangs remained untouched, and he trimmed in layers to avoid a bulk on his head. It did look a little choppy, but it really wasn't that bad.
'Not bad at all, you still look like a girl though.'
Shun sighed and closed his eyes. For a moment he recalled back to when he spent a lot of time with Hyoga, after everyone came back from training. The blonde would tease him on his appearance, since it wasn't rare that he would be mistaken for a girl. The Andromeda saint would feel embarrassed by the comments, because after one figured out his gender they would underestimate him. But Hyoga never teased to insult him.
"Let them think you're a girl," he would say with a grin, "Then show them that a girl can kick their ass to a pulp. Then they'll really be afraid of you."
"You know I would never do that!" Shun would laugh. "But June would, and that would be terrifying!"
"Yeah...Some girls don't take crap from anyone. Which is scary sometimes, but good, I suppose," the older saint would say, sheepishly rubbing his neck.
Shun smiled slightly at the memory. He missed Hyoga. He would make sure to try to locate him some other time, but now he focused on present matters.
Still looks like a girl, huh?
"A girl that can kick ass," was his only reply as he cleaned the mess and prepared for a much needed shower.
After Note: So yeah, pointless little chapter here. I hope you liked it though! Im hoping to officially introduce Hyoga soon, that, and I always wanted to see Shun with short hair haha.
Comments are always appreciated! Catch ya on the next chapter! (pray to the gods it'll happen soon)
