Hair
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
Ulquiorra took of his shirt and sat down. His eyes on Rukia. She went over to the table to pick something up then came over to him. "Relax," She told him, "Its not like I'm going to cut your head off."
Ulquiorra ignored that remark and continued to watch her. She pulled out a pair of scissors and looked at him. Ulquiorra's hair had grown too long for his liking. Rukia suggested for him to go to a salon to get it cut but he said no. He wouldn't trust anyone with anything sharp around him, but if it was Rukia, he knew he could trust her.
She ran a hand through his hair. "No going back." She cut a lock and watched it fall to the ground.
He closed his eyes and listen to the sound of scissors. He felt hair on his face and opened his eyes. Rukia stood in front of him and brushed the hair off his cheek. He shyly closed his eyes once more.
Rukia put down the scissors and used her hands now. She began to move his hair, styling it until satisfied. Ulquiorra had to admit, he liked her touch. Hands went over his eyes to make sure he didn't peak. "Okay, open your eyes."
Rukia grinned as she watch Ulquiorra inspect himself in the mirror. He turned his head side ways then the other way. Finally he turned to Rukia. He nodded his approval to her. Her grin got bigger.
Ulquiorra reached up to move a bang from the middle of his face when Rukia stopped him. She pointed to her bang. "Its just like mine." Ulquiorra touched his bang then hers. He then put his hand in his pocket.
"Why?" He asked her.
"So then every time you think about it, you'll think of me." She gave him a smile.
Okay another one finished.