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Vector’s hair is stupid, let’s not lie. In his defence, just about everyone he knew had some pretty strange hairstyle. It was his particularly that was…something, to say the least. The hair always stood tall and it’s a mystery as to how it does it on its own. It only had one weakness and it needed time before it can recover. Unless you can think of way to keep it down even longer.
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Besides the twins the last time the Barians were human was thousands of years ago. After they all returned to ordinary life on Earth, there were five guys that suddenly needed a place to stay. The Kamishiros had an old place they lived as kids that wasn’t being used. It’s worth more money than you or I will ever see in a lifetime and had more than enough room for all seven to live there.
Everyone would just do their own thing but occasionally they would run into each other and chat like they just caught them at the store even though they literally live together.
There’s plenty of ‘housemates’ to get up in your face and frankly quite a few of them are faces Vector rather not see, like… at all. Much less on a daily basis. Specifically the two blocking the hallway. Their conversation seemed to be so important it had to be right in the middle of the walkway.
The dragon tamer and the priestess. Two peas in a pod. A little unexpected but also not an unlikely pair. The two of them chatted away as they always did. At times everyone in the whole house could hear them or at least that’s what Nasch claimed (Vector thought Nasch had no room to talk because of his ‘loud annoying voice’).
Vector sometimes catches them talking about hair tips. They’re really the only ones with long hair in the house who have to painstakingly (and want to) take care of it….. the only person who’s hair was more unruly was... well, you know.
Rio and Mizael hadn’t noticed Vector walk up behind them, even if they did they still wouldn’t acknowledge his presence.
Vector just stood there rubbing his head with a towel having recently showered. He was clothed at least but his shirt was wet and stuck to the skin cause he didn’t put the effort to dry off properly.
He slipped the towel off his head to dab at the droplets running down his neck. The hair hidden underneath spilled across his shoulders all at once. It had darken from being drenched and he really needed to brush it. At full length it reached past his shoulder blades.
The two before him didn’t really expect his hair to be so long but considering the full height of it spiked up, it probably would have to be that length to get as high as it does.
There’s spikey hair and then there’s Vector’s hair.
His bangs were three spikes that had fallen down and covered the entirety of his face. He had tucked it all back so it didn’t block his vision. It doesn’t level to the same lengths as it does around the back, only reaching his collarbone.
The front spikes usually blocked his face, making it only visible from certain angles. With it down, it was easier to get a better look at him.
His pale face was slightly red from the heat of the shower, darkening the freckles dotting his cheeks. Whenever someone tried to point it out he'd just hide his face.
At times it made him look as though he turned back the clock a few years. Gave him somewhat of a boyish charm. Went well with masquerading around as sweet little Shingetsu. That being said, Vector still had a bit of maturity in his appearance and maybe his eyes helped that.
A stunning dark purple that captivates and the boldest lashes. Vector always looked like he wore mascara, even when he just came right out of the shower. The side glances he can make could probably make anyone blush, especially when he thins his eyes and smirks. Of course those eyes are usually sneering so often people don’t see the appeal but close up it’s actually difficult to look away.
Somehow he could appear angelic or devilish at the flick of a switch and quite frankly there probably is a literal one in his brain somewhere by how easily he was able to wear either face.
Without the distraction of his hair, his face was kinda pleasant to look at.
The ginger caught Mizael’s eye who almost choked. “Vector is that you?!” Which is a strange question, they might not have seen him like this before but it wasn’t like a complete stranger just waltzed in.
“Oh my gosh, you look so weird!” Rio giggled.
Vector quickly pulled the towel back over his head, face even redder somehow. “It just gets like this when it’s wet.”
“It’s actually....I dunno, nice? Much better than that hideous haircut you usually have.” said Mizael.
Vector huffed. “It’s not gone forever; it always just pops back up.”
Most times he would just steal one of their hairdryers until it puffed back up. That was what he going to do if he wasn’t unfortunate enough to run into them. He was literally on his way to Mizael’s room until he got noticed.
Everyone was so used to the usual style and regardless of what anyone thought, the ridiculous bright orange spikes was a signature look for Vector. As weird as it may be.
He was the centre of attention when he walked in the room. There was another useful quality to that no one thinks about. Whenever he turned his head, his hair is so far out it easily hits the face of whoever is standing behind him. The hair matches the personality of the user honestly.
The strengths are its weaknesses though. It gets caught when he shuts the door behind him. Yuma sometimes forces Vector to play hide and seek and it’s as dumb as it sounds. Vector’s fairly sure it’s because he always loses. That hair is just too high. Even Yuma finds some way to humiliate him.
Sometimes he considers what he’d look like with even just a slight difference. Like what if his hair was shorter or if his human form had grey hair like his Barian form did. It might be better actually, at least people wouldn’t compare him to a carrot anymore. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to try something new. Just as long as it's not a generic I'm-a-protagonist-of-a-harem-anime haircut. This is Yu-gi-oh though, simple hair isn’t really a thing if you’re a member of the cast so it’s not a real concern.
“I wonder what would happen if we straightened it?” Mizael was already running his hands through Vector’s hair as though he was given any kind of permission.
Rio gasped and suddenly there were two pair of hands in his hair. “Yes! I wanna see!”
Vector probably could have shoved both of them off but whenever a fight occurs the whole household crawls out of their filthy corners and gives their unwanted opinions. Unsurprisingly he’s the one everyone blames....They’re usually right, but still! “Do you think it’ll even work?”
Mizael hummed, twirling strands in his fingers. “Until you wash it again. Honestly, ANYTHING is better than that monstrosity you call a hairstyle.”
Vector asked through gritted teeth, “You think it’s that bad huh?”
“I'd ask your hairstylist for a refund.”
“I was born with it.”
Mizael snorted, holding back a laugh. “That’s unfortunate. Out of the time that I’ve met you, that single sentence alone has stroked any sort of sympathy I could ever have for you.”
“You’re trying too hard to offend me. You already do that with your presence alone.” Mizael pulled hard. Vector winced but kept his cool. “You’re just proving my point.”
Rio tried to loosen Mizael’s grip on Vector’s hair before he pulled it right out of his scalp. It's usually Durbe's job to stop Mizael from killing Vector. When he's not here it's up to Rio because none of the other Barians would help.
“I don’t have a hair straighter.” She told Mizael. Though it was probably a given from how curly her hair always was.
“You can use mine.” He gestured down the hall where the ginger had originally planned on going.
Rio hurried down the hall to get back quickly before someone gets killed.