Lolz, I actually post another thing for this. Are the pigs flying already? Man, having to write a term paper always makes me want to write fic. Which I do. Not this one, this is old, but others. Moar Fadia and Vigarde stuff 8D I like 'em.

"Hayden, can you cut my hair?" He startled and looked up wide-eyed from his book to Fadia. The teenager held the scissors in one hand, the other was placed on her hip. "Come on." She held the scissors out to him.

"Wha– Why?" He frowned and lowered his book.

"Because I don't like my hair."

"Hairdressers exist for a reason."

"I know," she said with a roll of her eyes. She flopped down on his bed next to him. "But I have no money and my parents don't want me to cut it. They say a girl must have long hair." She rolled her eyes again. "So you're cutting it." She pressed the scissors into his hand, closing his fingers around it tightly.

"Fadia, I can't do that," he protested and tried to let go of the scissors. Fadia, however, had an iron grip and his fingers didn't even budge. Sighing, he gave up. "I don't know how to cut hair."

"Just chop it off."

"And when it looks stupid, it'll be my fault."

"It won't look stupid," she answered with so much conviction that his eyebrows rose high. "You're a perfectionist. You'll make sure that it looks bearable." He grumbled and looked at the scissors; it was long, shiny and surely very sharp, and he could do much damage with it.

"How short do you want it?" he finally asked, suppressing a sigh, and looked up; he was almost blinded by her broad and beaming smile. He couldn't help but colour a tiny bit.

"Just till my neck," she said and placed the edge of her hand to her neck, just under her ear.

"That's really short," he answered and stood up, jerking his head to the corridor. Fadia pushed herself to her feet, her smile never wavering.

"It's not that short." He led her to the bathroom, she skipped after him. "It's only a bit longer than yours." Self-consciously, his free hand ran over his neck, following the bottom line of his grey hair, and then quickly fell to his side again. "Then we'll look alike!"

He laughed. "I'd have to grow boobs first. Oh wait, I don't." Snorting with laughter, she shoved him into the bathroom. "Hey, hey!" She closed the door behind them. Hayden looked around; the bathroom was medium-sized so there was enough space for both of them and their enterprise. There was no stool, unfortunately, so they might had to divert the laundry basket from its intended use. Fadia sauntered over to the big mirror over the basin, turning around to look at herself from all sides, and tugged at her hair while Hayden pulled the laundry basket to the middle of the room.

"Alright, sit down." When she walked over, her smile was strangely dampened. He frowned. "Fadia, if you have doubts–"

"No," she interrupted him and flopped down on the plastic basket. It cracked and she flailed – Hayden jumped forward to hold her. Slightly astonished, she clutched at the basket and became completely still.

"Are you okay?" She let out a long sigh, relaxing, and laughed again.

"Yeah. I'm sorry about your basket though."

"It's okay." He threw a quick glance at it; there was thankfully just a short crack on the backside. He could maybe hide that one. The one in the lid could not be hidden, though. He flinched lightly; he'd just buy a new one. He always saved a bit of money for emergencies. "Now sit straight." That was no problem for Fadia; she always sat with a very straight back.

Hayden took a tiny step back and assessed the situation. Fadia's hair fell straight down her shoulders, the tips touching her butt; it was not terribly mussed up and Hayden believed that was a good thing. Keeping the hair straight was the only thing he could clearly remember from his own visits at the hairdresser's. So he grabbed his comb and brushed her hair. Fadia started to hum lowly, her feet tapping in time with the melody, and obviously enjoyed his treatment.

Hayden, however, felt a bit strange; acting as a hairdresser was one thing (and a truly weird thing), but brushing Fadia's hair… Fadia was someone who always touched people when she talked with them and often hugged people; she liked and sought body contact. Hayden didn't and Fadia was more or less the only person who could hug him without making him uncomfortable. Even though Fadia regularly touched him, he rarely did more than return the hug.

Brushing her hair felt oddly intimate. Her hair slipped through his fingers, tickling and stroking his skin, which made his blood run quicker. It was a bit… uncomfortable to feel that way.

Clumsily, he gathered her hair at her neck, the back of his fingers skimming her neck. She suddenly shivered and arched her back. "What is it?" Hayden asked confused, his grip slackening, and her hair fell from his hands.

"It just tickled," she said over her shoulder, smiling embarrassed. "I'm… a bit sensitive there." Hayden nodded slowly and she turned around again. He took a short, yet deep breath and started to gather her hair again; this time he watched out so he wouldn't touch her neck again. Her shivering had excited his heart far too much.

He raised the scissors and captured the pony tail between the blades. He did not cut yet. "Are you really sure?" he asked. Fadia took a tiny breath.

"Yes." Her voice sounded strong and in the mirror he could see the determined look on her face.

"Alright."

The cut was noiseless but not easy. Her hair was thick so Hayden had to fight a bit. Eventually, though, he held a handful of turquoise hair while Fadia cautiously examined the new length with her fingers. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "It's awesome," she breathed.

"Do you want to keep it?" he asked awkwardly and offered her the hair. She hesitated, her gaze dropping to what had been a part of her just seconds ago.

"No." She shook her head, her now short hair slapping against her face, which made her smile again. "Throw it away." He shrugged and did as she told.

"I'll make it a bit more straight." She nodded. That was easier said than done, though, and so Hayden was clueless for a few seconds. In the end he crouched down a bit and tried to somehow make the bottom line of her hair not look like a series of hills and vales.

At first he held the scissors so he didn't touch her, but it didn't work particularly well. His hand started to shake and accidentally he cut a rather deep hole into her hair. He cursed inwardly, gaze flying upwards to see if she'd noticed something – she didn't. Hayden shifted, fighting inwardly, and in the end he had to rest the scissors against her neck. She gasped when the cold metal touched her skin.

"I'm sorry," he automatically said.

"Don't worry," she answered with a laugh. "Just surprised." He nodded and returned to his task. He bit his tongue in concentration. Despite his propping up of the scissors, it was very tough for him to cut in a straight line; her hair just moved all the time, escaping from the blades, slipping away when Fadia moved. It was frustrating.

"Hayden, is everything okay?" Fadia asked over her shoulder, when she hadn't heard the snipping of the scissors for a little while. Hayden was crouching behind her, a hand running through his own hair and looking grim.

"Yes, yes," he answered and raised the scissors again. "Just… thinking." Fadia shrugged and turned around. She truly seemed to be sure that he would do his job well. He wasn't. Licking his lips and feeling his blood drumming in his ears, he raised his free hand to take a hold of her hair. He had to keep it from moving, even if it made him feel weird. Better he felt weird for a short time than she had to run around with an ugly haircut.

Gingerly, he caught a broad strand between index and middle finger – his other fingers brushed over her skin. He heard her suck in a surprised breath and battled down his blush. This was all so awkward just because she was so sensitive! If she didn't react at all, he wouldn't feel like that.

He was being ridiculous; Hayden took a deep breath and pushed all those idiotic thoughts from his mind. He had to concentrate now. And for a surprisingly long while it worked well. Her neck or her reactions (nor her chatting with him) distracted him from his job and he was proud that it went well. Until he made the last cut and declared he was finished.

"Really?" Fadia asked, the grin on her face also audible in her voice, and jumped to her feet to look at herself in the mirror. She turned and twisted, tugging at her hair and running her hands through it. "It's awesome!" Whirling around, she pulled Hayden into a tight hug. He blushed only a tiny bit at it (just a leftover reaction from the earlier weirdness). "Thank you."

"No problem," he answered and patted her back. She let go of him, grinning, and inspected herself in the mirror again.

"Can you maybe brush away the loose hair on my shoulders?" she asked when she noticed the many short bits of hair.

"Sure," he said and looked around for a soft brush or something else.

"Just use your hands. It doesn't have to be completely clean," she said when she noticed it – she had already started wiping the places she could reach. That sent a new wave of heat through Hayden's body. He had avoided touching her neck for so long and now she asked for it. "Hayden?"

"Yeah, sure." He swallowed hard when he stepped closer and she offered her neck to him. Her skin was tanned – she rarely stayed indoors for more than sleeping in summer – and her neck muscular. There was truly nothing unusual about it, but it made his heart beat so freaking quickly that Hayden thought something was wrong with him. Tentatively, he brushed over it, wiping away some of the hair.

The touch was… nothing special. Her neck was neither particularly soft or smooth or something else. It was just skin. Hayden was actually relieved. He had feared that it might feel more special, which could've meant things he wasn't sure he'd want. A relieved sigh passed his lips and he cleared her neck with a strange sort of confidence. A few hairs still stuck to her skin so he tried to blow them away.

Fadia squeaked in surprise – Hayden took a startled step back. Her hand flew to her neck to cover it. "What is it?" he asked confused.

"You gave me goosebumps!" she exclaimed and turned laughing. She rubbed her neck. Hayden's heart suddenly leapt up again. "Alright, as a reward I'll treat you to whatever you want."

Hayden just nodded with a smile – the strange feeling had almost left again, thankfully. Fadia threw her arm around his shoulders and together they left the bathroom. "I'm curious what my parents will say."