Fang was going to die. He knew it. He knew it the moment those terrible words were uttered from Jeb's mouth: HAIRCUT.

The last time Fang had his hair cut was…well…never. It was just one of those things he did not want to happen. That hair had been with him for his entire life: he had been born with it. It was always there at the school, no matter what was happening to him. He could always play with it when he was bored, and everyone else seemed to like it! …well…By everyone he meant Iggy, who was always tugging at it, more or less using it as a leash to keep track of Fang. Actually, it was more like Fang keeping track of Iggy, but it didn't really matter. What mattered was that Fang liked his hair, and he really, REALLY didn't want to get it cut.

"Fang, come on into the kitchen!" Jeb called as Fang sat in his shared bedroom with Iggy.

"I don't want to have a haircut…" Fang said in a hushed tone to Iggy, who sat next to him on the bed.

"Fang you can sit on it it's so long." Iggy said.

"But that's okay! You like it, right?" Iggy shrugged.

"I would like you just as much if you had no hair at all." He said with a smile. "I'll get a haircut too, if you want. My hair is sort of too long too, sort of." Fang smiled.

"You don't have to…Will you come, though?"

"To the kitchen?" Iggy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah…" Fang said, his cheeks turning a bit red. He felt stupid for being afraid of a haircut.

"Okay!" Iggy agreed, holding out his hand to Fang, who took it and lead Iggy out to the kitchen, where Jeb was all ready to hack away at Fang's beautiful, black hair.

"Ready, Fang?" Jeb asked, flattening out the bathroom towel he had placed on the countertop to catch the hair. Fang nodded.

"Be brave, comrade." Iggy said, sitting on one of the stools at the counter. Fang took a deep breath and climbed up onto the counter. He sat down tentatively on the towel in front of Jeb, his eyes squeezed shut, though he wasn't sure what that had to do with anything. Closing his eyes wouldn't make anything happen any differently.

"What do you want me to do with it, Fang? Do you want a crew cut like the soldiers?"

"No!" Fang shouted, turning and looking up at Jeb with complete terror in his eyes.

"Alright, alright! But it has to be cut, Fang. It's dirty at the ends from sitting on it."

"Okay…" Fang agreed halfheartedly, clasping his hands in his lap. Iggy perched on the stool, his arms rested on his knees.

"Could you cut it like Iggy's?" Fang asked. Iggy's hair wasn't too long. It was shaggy, but it wasn't down to his waist. He could even put it in a little ponytail if he wanted to, though he never did. It covered up his eyes, but it looked alright if he wacked it out of the way.

"Sure. Iggy could use a trim, too…" Jeb said.

"No I want to match Fang." Iggy said with a smile.

"Alright, sounds good." Jeb said, holding up his scissors. Fang smashed his face up, as if preparing for some sort of incredible pain. He really didn't know what it would feel like. He had never had his hair cut before. Were all of the strands like little people that would scream when they were cut? Iggy's hair didn't scream, so he guessed that his wouldn't either, but would it feel like having hair pulled? Nudge pulled Fang's ponytail often, and it did hurt. He hoped getting his hair cut wouldn't feel like that.

"Hey Fang," Iggy said, somehow sensing his discomfort. "Can you imagine how nasty Jeb's moustache would be if he never cut it? It would be as long as your hair." Fang laughed.

"That would be so gross. Stuff would get caught in it when he ate food."

"I wasn't allowed to have long hair in the lab. They were afraid little boogers like you would pull on it." Jeb tossed back, trimming about a foot off of Fang's tresses.

"I would have pulled it." Iggy said, chuckling.

"No you would have been too scared." Fang retorted. Iggy furrowed his eyebrows jokingly.

"Do eyebrows get really long if you don't cut them?" Iggy asked.

"Only if you're an old wizard." Fang explained. Iggy laughed.

"I want to be an old wizard so I can have super long eyebrows. It'll be like an eye-beard."

"I think you would make a good old wizard, Iggy." Jeb said, finishing up Fang's new 'do. He grabbed a pan from under the cabinet and handed it to Fang so he could look into it like a mirror.

"What do you think?" Jeb asked, pulling Fang's hairy shirt over his head and bunching it up inside the equally hairy towel. Fang smiled.

"I think I look pretty okay." He said with a smile.

"What do you think, Iggy?" he asked jokingly, knowing Iggy would have some sort of joke to come back with.

"You look just like Kristen Chenoweth." He said with an evil sort of smirk.

"Blonde hair and all?" Jeb asked.

"You know it." Iggy replied with a grin. "Sing us a song, oh Glinda Good Witch!" Iggy shouted, putting his hands in the air. Fang rolled his eyes.

"You're such a turd, Iggy." He said laughing.

"And now you have my haircut." Iggy retorted. Fang laughed.

"I guess I'm a turd too then." He said.

"Oh no. You're only a poser turd. I am the one and only true turd." Iggy said, smiling proudly at the insult-turned-compliment.

"Alright go away. I don't want to hear you talking about turds anymore." Jeb said, shooing Fang off of the countertop and wiping it down with a wet cloth. Fang took Iggy's hand and lead him into the living room where the TV and sofa was. Iggy occupied his usual spot on the far corner of the sofa, curling up in the corner, and Fang took his usual place just next to him, which was currently at Iggy's feet, for Iggy was prone to laying down on the sofa and falling asleep at strange, random times. Jeb thought there might be something wrong with his thyroid, but that wasn't all that important, though it would account for why Iggy was so skinny and sleepy all the time…

Max walked into the living room and flopped down on her chair, doing a double take when she saw Fang.

"Wow! You clean up pretty nice, you turd." She said. Iggy laughed.

"I thought I was the king turd." Iggy chuckled. Max nodded.

"Oh no, you still are." She agreed. "But I like your hair, Fang."

"Thanks." He said with a smile. Maybe his haircut wasn't so bad after all. Iggy stretched out his wings, opening them upward as he laid down on his belly. Fang wished his wings were more like Iggy's. His were so clean and white, with little silver moon shapes on the longer, outer feathers. Most of them could guess what species of bird their wings came from: Max was some sort of raptor, Fang's were a raven or a crow, Gazzy's were a small species of owl, Angel was a dove, and Nudge was a robin or another midsized bird, but Iggy was a bit different. They weren't really sure what sort of bird his wings were from. They were slender and long, with a noticeable joint, like a sea bird, but almost too pretty to be an albatross or a seagull. They weren't really sure where Iggy came from.

Max flipped on the TV and put on a Disney movie: The Little Mermaid. Max really liked that one. Ariel was a mutant like them, with a green fish tail. Max didn't quite understand the whole mermaid concept. She was still convinced that Ariel was a victim of the School as well. She also liked it because she thought Prince Erik looked like Fang, especially now that his hair was less…well…stupid.

Hearing the telltale hum of the television, Gazzy came toddling in, nearly falling down numerous times as he ran into the room. He sat on Iggy's back—after he had pulled in his wings, of course—causing Iggy to grunt in mild disapproval.

"What'cha guys watchin—" he began, stopping short when he saw Fang's haircut. He burst into tears.

"Where's Fang?!" he asked, bawling. At only one-and-a-half, he didn't understand that Fang was still Fang, just with a different haircut.

"That is Fang, Gazzy. Shut up." Iggy grunted. "I'd like to hear my movie."

"I got a haircut, Gasman." Fang explained. Max pulled Gazzy into her lap.

"Oh…" he said in understanding, nodding his head and tugging at his socks.

"I know he's so ugly you can hardly stand it, but try not to cry about it." Iggy said with a chuckle, laughing at his own joke.

"Thanks, Iggy. You're beautiful too." Fang retorted, flopping down on top of Iggy, causing him to grumble under his weight.

"Get the hell off of me, you turd!" he shouted

"Nope." Fang said with a smile.

*Wow I haven't posted anything on this story in months! Sorry! Well, someone asked for Fang to get a haircut, so Fang got a haircut...That's all I have to say...sorry I'm being boring. :la!:*