Title: Memories: P2 Knots.
Rating: PG for now
By: Tysoyo Kalli
For: Her most precious Saya-chan! Sankyuu for the Kyo-Kyo!
AN: Thank you to my reviewers! . You're what makes this really worth writing for!
The blood curling scream echoed threw out the hallways of the dormitory. The others blinked poking their heads out of the doors in wonderment as to what could have made such a horrid noise.
"ROSETTE!" was the next thing they heard, shrugged, and returned to what they were doing in the early morning.
"Shush, you! Its you're fault you didn't do anything with your hair before you slept!" the blonde girl said threw the ribbon clinched in her teeth. Her hands attempting (in vain) to try to unknot the mass of violet before her with the brush.
The boy sitting on the bed, though, was seriously thinking of just saying to screw it, and let it be the mass that it was instead of ripping it out of his skull. "It hurts Rosette!"
She growled, again yanking the brush threw the hair, earning another screech from the boy, his head being yanked back.
Chrno whimpered, biting his lip. He hated having this done, and he knew better than to actually sleep with his hair, loose and wet. He'd gone threw this before, but he had meant one of the other sisters to brush his hair. Someone who was, should he say, softer with the sensitive skin upon the scalp. He had not meant Rosette to be the one to rape his hair with the brush, feeling no qualms about taking out most of it.
He could hear the strands tied together get pummeled with the brush, and could feel the follicles releasing their grip at a chance at mercy. He couldn't blame them.
"Of course it does. What you think it was going to be with your hair all in one mass? Seriously, Chrno, this should teach you for the last time to not sleep with wet hair! You could have asked me to braid it at least for you!" Rosette stated, finally getting an area somewhat smooth. She pushed that aside and continued to Chrno's dismay.
The boy whimpered again, reaching up to grab at the hair in the scalp to desperately attempt to keep the hair connected to his head. He swore to himself he would not cry about this (again).
After another twenty minutes or so of wrestling with the violet hair, Rosette gleamed with pride. She was quite accomplished, if she thought so herself. "Finished!"
"Salvation!" Chrno said jumping up, and rubbing the top of his head in pain. Rosette glared at him, though.
"Chrno, sit back down I have to finish braiding it before you can go about things, otherwise it'll get in your way again." She stated, looking at the boy with long purple hair that many women would be jealous of. It was light and fluffy, and very soft. And minus these times when she had to rake it to get it into a functional means, she enjoyed playing with his hair.
She smiled at him, lovingly. But he judged her fairly uncertain. But he sighed and say back down. She grinned again, shifted the brush in her hand like a pistol, the began to slowly push the strands from behind his ears towards the back.
She caressed his aching scalp, knowing full well that his head was in deed in pain. She watched as his tense shoulders slowly slumped down into a more relaxed composure.
She braided his hair, taking her time with it wanting to prolong, like always, the chance to play with it.
She tied the ribbon into his hair, then clapped her hands together in accomplishment. He idly reached behind him and grabbed it, slowly pulling it over his shoulder and caressed it for a brief moment before swinging it back behind him and standing up.
His crimson eyes met her blue ones. Then he smiled at her, his face softening.
"Thank you Rosette."
"Anytime, just remember, don't sleep with it wet, again!"
To Be Continued…
AN: Don't you hate it when you have your hair like that? winces
