'What should I do, what should I do? Vert asked herself as she looked at her blonde hair. One side reached to her waist. The other side was ravaged and barely brushed her shoulder. 'What should I do?'
What looked like an incridible good idea became a nightmare. Sometimes, in the war, they would use small packets of tar to throw. They'd burst open at the feet of the enemy soldiers and stick them to the ground. The next war with Biscotti was coming up and they could use quite a few of them. So she'd best re-fill them. All perfectly fine and well. The first few were easy and she got the hang of it quite fast. Cap off, fill them, cap on and lay them on the stack. Easy. Then she got cocky and started to go faster, since it was such an easy job. So she went faster. One of the caps wasn't secured tight enough and fell off as she laid it on the stack, which was piling up. The cap fell off and the tar started to pour out slowly. She didn't notice the tar untill she wanted to take a step forward and noticed her hair was stuck to it. No worry, no problem, she kept thinking. She had her knife on her. She took it and started to sort of razor the hair down which was stuck to the tar. It worked quite well and soon, the tar was out of her hair. The only downside was that her hair was also gone. A pile of it lay on the ground and the tips only barely touched her shoulder. Fortunally, the rest was still long, since the tar had only fallen on one side of her hair.
But still, she couldn't go out like this!
Because of her razor technique, her hair was in a state of despair. It was sort of layered, but not the good kind and here and there were small dots of tar she couldn't see.
A complete mess.
'Vert? We heard we could fine you hear and...' Noir started when she and Jaune walked into the room, but they stopped talking when they saw her hair.
'What did you do to your hair Vert?' Jaune asked with big eyes.
'Well, the tar came in it and I...I...' Vert started sobbing.
'It's alright Vert,' Noir said with her soft voice. 'It'll grow back and for the moment, I can cut it evenly.'
Vert sobbed a bit more and looked Noir in the eyes. In her eyes lay hope and sadness. 'Really Noir? Can you do that for me?'
'Of course. What did you use to cut your hair?'
Vert raised her knife.
'Not the best choice, but it will do. now, can you turn around so I can take a look at the damage?'
Vert turned around. Noir looked at her hair. The short, razored side wasn't completely clear of tar, since there were still spots of tar here and there. To clean it completely, a chin length cut would be ideal. The other side, the side with long lucious blonde hair, was also filled with spots of tar here and there, but not so bad that all of it was going to be cut off. An a-symmaterical bob would be the best cut and it would most likely suit Vert as well. 'Hold still now as I cut. I don't want you to lose one of your ears.'
Vert smiled through her tears. 'I'll try not to move.'
Noir nodded and started to cut the razored side. She measured and used the knife to cut the hair. It didn't went very fast and Vert most likely had some pain, since the knife wasn't very sharp anymore. Cutting tar with a knife wasn't the best course of action to be fair. Blonde hair fell on the floor, on the pile of Verts hair that already laid there. That was one side.
Now for the other side.
This was going to be the most painfull for her fellow Genoise. She grabbed the hair and hacked it off at shoulder length. The second time the blonde girl lost her hair. A tear made it's way over Verts cheek.
It didn't matter to Noir. She was doing her friend a favor by restylling the ravaged hair. She started to cut away little tufts of blonde hair, to get some shape into it. after a minute or five, she was done. Vert had a new haircut now, which quite suited her.
'This should be fine for now,' Noir said to Vert.
'It suits you,' Jaune said. 'It makes your face stand more out, which is a good thing.' the brown-haired girl smiled.
Vert tried to smile, but looking at the long tail and braid of her fellow Genoise, she felt like tearing up again. From the longest hair, she went to the shortest.
'Are you okay?' Jaune asked.
'No, no, I'm fine now!' she said, 'thank you for fixing my hair Noir.'
'What are you bothered by?' Noir asked. 'I can see it in your eyes. You want to say something.'
Vert sighed. They'd most like take this the wrong way. 'I'm just sad. I used to have the longest hair, but now, I went to the one with the shortest hair in a mere ten minutes. It's not really something I wanted.'
'I see...' Noir said. Before Vert or Jaune could move, she sliced of her tail in her neck. Her hair fell into a nice chin length bob. 'Now you're no longer the one with the shortest hair Vert,' Noir said and she smiled to her friend.
Now Jaune took the knife as well, cutting her braid off as short as possible too. 'Now you're the one with the longest hair again Vert.'
Vert hugged both of them. 'Thank you guys,' she smiled, as the tears of her friends sacrifice rolled over her cheeks.
The next war, she threw as much tar as possible to the enemies their heads, hitting a lot of women and starting a short hair rage.