By the Power of Grayskull
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Matt yawned, stretched, and stumbled out of bed. He glared accusingly at the digital alarm clock next to his bed, but couldn't really blame the little machine.
No. He blamed Mello.
Mello was his age (eight) and he was crazy. Really crazy. When he'd arrived here two years ago Matt had been scared to death of the little blonde, but for some reason the other boy had decided to be Best Friends with the quiet redhead. That scared Matt even more. Even then there were rumours that Mello had killed a grown man, and that he could and happily would make life hell for anyone on his bad side. Matt thought it might have been somehow worse to be on his good side.
But after a while he found that the other boy was good company- Mello was interesting to a fault. And he always had Ideas about what they should Do. This morning's Idea involved: Being Normal Children, which apparently involved getting up absurdly early and planting oneself in front of the TV for cartoons.
Wammy kids were generally discouraged from watching the TV for anything other than the news, or the occasional documentary or special on the History Channel. Beyond that, most of them avoided it as being 'beneath' them. Stuck up little buggers. Matt liked TV, but not at six AM.
He could hear the jingle of a soda commercial as he passed the playroom, and seemingly psychically alerted to his presence, Mello sang out "Matt! Bring me some milk!" He sighed. Not even a 'please.'
The kitchen was empty save for an box of Coca Puffs (open) and the milk jug (lidless) spraddled across the counter. Matt sighed again, and set about cleaning up Mello's mess and assembling his Froot Loops. He set off to the playroom, cereal and milk (chocolate) in hand.
Mello was fixated on the TV with an intensity bordering on creepy. Matt glanced at the screen, squinted, cocked his head, and then looked inquisitively at Mello. "Why is that man wearing purple pants and a pink shirt? Where are his trousers? He has really weird hair…"
Mello glared back at him. "Well, Matt, if you'd got out of bed when I told you, you would know." Matt just shrugged, used to his friend's rudeness. This was not the response Mello'd wanted, though, so he continued. "That's his disguise. He's Prince Adam right now, but he'll change to He-Man soon. And he doesn't need any trousers, he's a barbarian. And I LIKE his hair." He sulked and drank his chocolate milk, which is quite difficult to do at the same time.
"Mello. You could not possibly like his hair. It's girl's hair! It's all blonde and swishy!"
The other boy pierced him with a death glare.
"What's wrong with being blonde?" He was so blonde that his hair was almost white, and it was quite long as well, Roger had been bothering him about a haircut for months now. Matt squirmed.
"That's not what I meant anyway, is it? But whatever, you wouldn't have that hair. I just bet you wouldn't."
"How much do you want to bet?"
"Huh?"
Mello smirked, an expression that was disturbingly at home on his face. "What will you give me if I do it?" Matt thought for a moment, then slid a finger under the neck of his t-shirt, fishing out his rosary. Mello had always liked it, and Matt really wanted to see him with a ridiculous girl's hairstyle.
"You can have this, for as long as you keep your hair like that." He could already tell from Mello's face that it was a deal.
The boys shook hands, and Matt dropped the rosary around Mello's neck, with the strangest feeling that he would never get it back.
Oh well. Some things were worth it, right?
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A/N: He-Man is Hannah Barbera, Cocoa Puffs and Froot Loops are nasty, and Death Note isn't mine.
You knew there was a reason for that haircut.