I do not own FF7.
Drabble fifty-six: In which Cloud gets a
haircut.
Mature
Cloud was afraid, this would be his first hair cut...god just the sound of that gave him the creeps! His mom called his hair unruly and crazy long.
Just because he got a lot of twigs and junk stuck in it doesn't mean that it needed to be cut!
Cloud liked his hair, it was bright and long, and he didn't want someone cutting it! Ah, that word just gives him shudders!
Cloud also feared that it would hurt, and if it hurt just a tiny bit, he would jump and run away and his mom would curse at him.
"Oh Cloud!" Oh no! She was coming to look for him! NOOO! He was too young, too inno-...well, okay, maybe not that innocent.
"C'mon Cloud!" CURSE HIS MOTHER! Why bring Tifa into this mess? How evil of her!
Cloud took a peek to see if it really was Tifa and not his mother trying to imitate her voice.
"THERE HE IS!"
"NO!" Cloud shrieked, trying to run away but really, as short as Cloud was, there was no way for him to out run his mother.
"There you are!" Cloud did all he could to hurt his mom, beating against her shoulder and kicking against her chest as she carried him off to who would be barber.
The item-shop owner.
"NO!" Cloud yelped as Lily forced him into the seat and he stared in wide-eyed horror as shampoo and water dripped all over his hair.
Cloud struggled like a little kid, his mom keeping a tight hold on him, then came the scissors.
Tifa giggled like crazy as Cloud's yell reached everyone throughout the whole village.
And after it was all done and over with,
"There, that didn't hurt much, did it?"
Only his pride, only his pride.
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Drabble 56, end! Thanks to Beeria (I want a chocobo D:), scarlettHuntress (Me too!), and Zenithar (Thank you very much).