Light Yagami Hair Novels & Stories

[Chapter 22] ~Mental Complex~ "Look I'm sorry! But you look amazing?... Kinda." Yosef tries to cover up as the highlighter haired lady speed walks towards us. Her hair, which I assume was a light blonde before, is now a neon orange. It looks awful, the dye job was probably done when she was sleeping or was in her shampoo bottle judging by the unevenness. "Does it? Well then you'll be happy that I dye your fucking ball hair this too, right? Since it looks so fucking great in your eyes." She screeches.

I expect Lyros to smile but he scowls instead and walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Once again it's just me and him, and unlike before there's nothing for him to bend his head looking at. His eyes are on me and I see how surreal he looks yet again. "You grew your hair out." He nods at my observation "It's a quick growth serum Leah gave me. The extra hair makes me look ridiculous." I shake my head and try not to let my voice quiver as I say "It looks really good on you, gives you a softer edge."

Also to those that happened to have similar hair color to mine, all of them will always tend to carefully mind their behaviour. Sure, to be real, my Silver hair, is not really uncommon in Fantasma, where even blue haired color is something that can come naturally. So demanding such respect from other people is rather a stretch, but it’s not that I can police everyone about it, it was just their believe and I can just go around being a pain in the ass because of a small matter. Still I can certainly be sure that even if someone happened to have a silver hair, mine can never be duplicated, because the style and luster of my hair is unique only to me, Even T.A.S said so, so, if a system said th

Her nickname is Snow. Sylar Rosario: Blonde curly hair that curls naturally into a surfer hairstyle. Sylar is the youngest Rosario family member. His blue eyes resembles his brother Silas's eyes. Sylar likes to watch vampires movies, youtubers on youtube, listen to music, and bond with his misunderstood brother Silas. He'll often check up on his brother when he knows he's angry. Sylar doesn't fit in at balls and tries to avoid them. He signs off with SyR.

Fay replied. "So that you'll be doing what?" Amara asked sarcastically. "Well, I'll sit on the counter and keep you company." Fay replied. "You're not serious, give me something jor." Amara replied as she collected the spaghetti and started preparing it. Fay hopped on the counter, her shirt reaching the middle of her thighs. She have already taken off her wig when she got changed earlier, her natural hair was plaited in just six or seven straight down style. The hands of her hair are really long, touching her shoulders even.

“When you say it like that, Aim, you make it seem like I don’t look devilishly handsome like my mate tells me.” I cracked a smile as I waved my hands around his head. “It’s in this weird in between stage that looks-” “Horrible.” Toya giggled and Jora slapped a hand to his chest. “You wound me, Toya.” He turned in his seat. “I’ll have you know I can just make the tiniest of ponytails.” All of us lost it. He scowled as he turned back. “What can I say? My mate asked for long hair. I’ll grow the long hair.”

Lana said making me look at her wide eyed. “What last ingredient?” I ask as I look at her. Vlash and I walk towards them and see this large pot that contains a lovely pink color liquid. “Ahmn, some strands of your hair since you are the one who will ask the question.” Lana said as I look at Vlash. I take a deep breath before I take my hair and take Vlash’ dagger in his hip then cut some of my hair. “Will this do?” I said handing her my hair as Vlash look at me while I hand him his dagger back.

"It would make you look even paler." Yukio merely watched them. His bruised face, still cold and distant, showed no expression. Instead, he hid behind the newspaper he pretended to read. "But I like Yukio’s hair color," Sotomayor said in a girlish voice, pouting. "Yukio has beautiful, soft brown hair—it’s not quite dark blonde, but not fully brown either. Plus, it smells amazing."

The rest of the day was spent hanging out and making sure we would be ready to head out at first light. The most that happened was Yūri went and got her hair cut into a very sexy bob. I hadn’t been sure if I would like short hair on her, but like everything else, Yūri makes it sexy.

The one who haunted him. The woman who had once plotted his demise now carried his child. I had no words for the irony of that, nor did I want to try and define it. Some things were better felt than explained. The door creaked slightly, and I turned my head to see Ryu leaning against the frame, a lopsided grin stretching across his face. His hair was still damp from his shower, and water droplets clung to his collarbone. He looked like trouble and safety wrapped in one perfect contradiction.