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Rule #14: They will get their revenge.

"Hold still, Lloyd," Anna said, easing her son's tiny head back. "You don't want me to cut your ear, do you?"

"Mommy," Lloyd whined. "I don't want a haircut. I like my hair." He turned to his father, a look of distress clear upon his face. "Daddy, tell her!"

"Stop moving, or I'm going to take your ear off!" Anna jerked his head back in line. Lloyd whimpered.

"If my ear is cut off, will I bleeds?" he questioned his Kratos.

"Keep moving, and you'll find out," Anna muttered.

Kratos sighed. "Lloyd, listen to you mother. She knows what she's doing, I think."

"Shut it," she said, snapping the scissors threateningly. "Or you'll be missing an appendage more important than your ear."

"Is Daddy getting his hair cut, too?" Lloyd said, looking up at his mother, who sighed.

"Yes, Lloyd. Now, hold still!"

Seconds later, Lloyd asked, "Mommy, why don't you needs a haircut?"

"Because," she said smoothly, "I'm a girl, and we look nicer with long hair."

"Looks are deceiving," Kratos said under his breath. Anna shot him a look.

"Watch your step." She snipped the scissors in his direction again.

"Can I go yet?" Lloyd whined. Anna sighed exasperatedly.

"Fine, Lloyd, your hair looks fine." Lloyd jumped up from the chair and sat protectively in his father's lap.

"You can't cut Daddy's hair," he stated defiantly. "I likes it! If you do, I'll-I'll…" Lloyd looked up, trying to think of a suitable punishment. Finally, he grinned. "I'll chop all of your hair off, Mommy."

"Lloyd," Kratos said quietly. "I don't mind having short hair."

"But-but…" Lloyd sputtered to a stop.

"Just think of it this way," the older man said soothingly. "With shorter hair, I'll look just like you."

A smile broke across the little boy's face. "Really, Daddy? You wanna be like me?"

Kratos nodded. Lloyd clapped his hands. "Okay, gets a haircut so you can look just like me!"

Lloyd took off, heading for the spot where Noishe napped comfortably on a rug. Kratos took his place in the seat, his back facing Anna. She began to trim the redhead's spiky locks.

"You know," Kratos said, "I don't really mind having longer hair."

"Please," Anna scoffed. "Do you have any idea how much effort goes into long hair? You have to take care of it; it's not like your hair style of just brushing it in the morning."

Fifteen minutes later, Kratos approached his playing toddler with his hair a good inch and half shorter. His hair stuck up at odd angles, making him look more like his son than he ever had. One particular spike, which had fallen across his eyes, now didn't reach that far down.

Lloyd's mouth fell open at the sight of his father. "Daddy," he trembled. "Daddy, your hair's all gone…"

"It's all right, Lloyd," Kratos said, picking him up. "It's just hair. It'll grow back."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Lloyd glared at his mother when they went past. "You cut off Daddy's hair," he said accusingly, pointing a finger. Anna rolled her eyes and kissed his forehead.

After putting Lloyd to bed, Kratos went out into the living room, trying to flatten one particularly annoying piece of hair that felt odd.

"I'm going to the store," he said, kissing Anna and pulling on his jacket.

"Bed," she announced, yawning. "Love you."

Kratos was out almost an hour, gathering supplies they would need for the next leg of their journey. When he came back, he heard a strange snapping sound, followed by stifled giggles.

"Lloyd?" he called, walking into his room. It was totally dark, not suprisingly. "Lloyd, what are you doing up?"

Lloyd looked up. "I's just saying goodnight to Mommy," he said innocently.

Kratos sighed and pointed to the toddler's bedroom. "Go to sleep. It's very late."

Lloyd nodded and shuffled out of the room while Kratos crawled up beside his wife.

The next morning, Kratos woke as Anna stumbled out of bed, like any other morning. He didn't open his eyes, just muttered a 'good morning' to her.

Suddenly, she screamed. Loudly.

"What is it?!" Kratos jerked out of bed and grabbed for his sword on the floor beside it. "Anna?!"

"My-my hair…" Kratos sighed and felt his heartbeat slow down again.

"Don't do that," he said angrily, stomping into the bathroom to speak to Anna. Then he caught sight of her face, staring at her reflection, and broke into snorts of laughter.

"Shut up!" she said, patting the left side of her head, where her chestnut hair used to be long and thick. The right side was still long and thick. "Did you do this?!"

"I tolds you!" Both turned to see Lloyd standing in his pajamas. Kratos suddenly connected the strange snapping sounds he'd heard last night to his son. "I tolds you, Mommy, that I'd chop all your hairs off!"

"You're lucky you're so damn cute," she growled. "It's the only reason you're alive right now."

"Come on," Kratos said, still suppressing laughter. "I'll cut the other side short so that it looks normal."

"It'll never look normal," Anna said sadly.

"Well," Kratos answered, "Think of it this way. At least now, you don't have to put so much effort into your hair."

"Not helping, Kratos."