REPOST: Barbie Boy by Miharu is Haruka's Love Child

Chapter 1: Boys will be Girls?

Summary: Children rarely think before they act. In their eyes, the world is safe and innocent. It's adults who color everything in shades of danger. Six year olds Matt and Mello learn that the hard way. Mild shounenai. AU M/M

A/N 1: This is NOT a plagiarized story. I am Miharu is Haruka's Love Child. I apologize greatly for the confusion. For those of you who don't know, my original account was wiped of all stories and I'm trying to recover them because I don't have backups. That account is still compromised and I will posting from this account now. If any of you have saved copies of any of my stories, please contact me so I can repost them. A list of stories I have recovered is on my profile page.

A/N 2: I actually have to thank/blame Atryel for this story. I got the idea from reading her "Childhood Fairytale" series.

On Thursdays, Mr. Keehl would kiss his beautiful wife before he left for work. Like a normal average husband does. Mrs. Keehl would fry up some eggs and pancakes for her two sweet little angels, Mello and Misa. They would eat and Misa would walk to school, leaving Mello and mommy to themselves for a few hours. Like a normal average daughter should. Around lunchtime, Mrs. Keehl would pack a picnic and take her son to the park. She'd gossip with the other mothers and watch her child stumble around in the sand. Like a normal average hen-pecker acts. Little Mello would run around screaming in mirth, occasionally tripping and scraping his knee. Mommy and Mello would go home and she'd cook dinner while Mello played dress-up in his sisters clothes, shoes and makeup, playing with her dolls and dreaming he was a fairy princess. Like a normal avera—

"Mello! What do you think you are doing?" yelled Mrs. Keehl when she found her not so normal nor average son, with makeup all over his face, playing with a tea set.

See, most Thursdays, Misa played at a friend's house and Mello played alone. Mrs. Keehl allowed her son to do nearly anything he wanted…but to her dismay, the boy's interest lay in feminine pastimes. Mello's favorite game was to play dress up, serving "tea" (it was really apple juice) to his sister's Barbies and teddy bears. This Thursday was no exception.

He didn't understand why he couldn't wear a dress, paint his face, and put on jewelry. Mello felt pretty when he clicked around in Misa's plastic heels, gazing at his reflection to see which faux boa matched the ring pop on his finger. Mello felt powerful when he saw how his shiny hair glittered in the light with the bright barrettes he'd clipped in place. The only excuse his mother gave him was that 'boys don't do those things.'

"Mommy! Would you like a cookie?" asked the small six-year-old, holding up a plastic plate that held pieces of paper colored to look like oreos.

"Mello. Please get out of your sister's clothes. Your father will be home soon. Boys do not wear dresses."

"But I look like a princess!" cried the blond boy, his blue eyes watering. It hurt that his mommy didn't want him to look beautiful. "You only love Misa! That's why you let her look pretty! You hate me! You hate me! You hate me!"

Mello hated days like this, when his mother was especially difficult with him. She simply didn't understand his need to express himself. And truly, what was wrong with wearing dresses and playing tea party? Misa did it all the time and no one yelled at her...His family simply couldn't love him as much as her if she got to do all the fun things while he simply wasn't allowed.

When night fell on this particular Thursday, Leanne Keehl found that she couldn't sleep. She nudged her husband until he was sitting up in the bed, elbows propped as he rested a hand on his chin. They talked about their son and his disconcerting behavior.

"We have to do something about that boy, Jacob. He's going to start school soon. We can't let him embarrass our parenting by pulling one of his stunts."

"I know Leanne. I know..." sighed Mello's father.

Jacob Keehl was even less amused with his son's antics than his wife was. He resolved that he'd stamp the nonsense out of his boy. No son of his would act like a sissy. He'd make Mello see the error of his ways...even if it killed him.

A/N: Yo, Mello adorableness ftw, right? Do you hate mello's family? do you?

We'll meet Matt in the next chapter. :D