"I'm so sorry, Kyoya." Sophie stuttered a second. "I just- I know you don't like being woken up, but I-" she choked up, fresh tears falling down her cheeks. "I've been an ass to you lately, and it's been bothering me since the service. Daiku doesn't deserve it, Aiko doesn't deserve it, you don't deserve it. I'm sorry." he consoled her, finally getting her tears to stop before promising to call again in the morning.

She was shocked he didn't cuss her out for waking him at such an early hour.

She looked at the scissors, taunting her on the desk. The thought of what skin they might break didn't taunt her like it might've before the call.

She looked at her hair, long and tangled. Brown and limp. She wondered what she'd look like with hair like her mothers from the pictures of the good ole host days when everyone thought she was a boy.

Grabbing the scissors, she made one swift cut, and suddenly she held two feet of hair in her left hand. She grinned. That felt good.