I got this idea from watching a youtube video 900 times.

Summary – Mello absolutely loves Matty's hair 8D

Genre: Romance

Rating: K

Disclaimer: I don't own DN or Strawberry Fields Forever by the Beatles (I was actually listening to Jim Sturgess' version :3

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His hair was like the colour of a dark red strawberry.

And Mello hated it when he dyed it.

Matt was always doing something stupid, and this was the stupidest. Even if he didn't know that. He would go and buy some stupid colour, like green or black, and finally, Mello caught him in the actual process of dying his hair purple.

"Matt," The blonde stated. "What are you doing?" Even though it was so painfully obvious to him.

"Dying my hair." Matt said simply. Mello thought. Maybe he could wash it out...

"Why?"

"Because I can." Mello blinked.

"Uhh, can you not?"

"But I'm already--"
"Wash it out. Hurry, before it dries."

"But Mellooo," The purple-head whined.

"What?

"I've already started."

"Well wash it out!"

"But I don't wanna! I paid for this!"
"Who cares?"

"Why do you love my God damned hair so fuckin' much?!" Mello looked confused.
"Who said that?"

"You did."

"...was I drunk?"

"Very." Matt proceeded to smash more dye into his hair.

"Maa-att, stoo-op!"

"Noo-o~" Matt stuck his tongue out at Mello's reflection.

"Then I can just do it." Mello stomped up to the other boy, and yanked the stained bottle out of his hands.

"Mel--" Mello grabbed the boy's shirt, and shoved him into the wall of the shower. "Hey!"

"Matt, you could've done this the easy way, but you chose to do it the hard way." Mello stated, turning on the water.

"Mello!" Mello grabbed the nozzle and pressed it to the top of Matt's head. "Dude!" Purple streaks ran down Matt's face as he tried to wipe them away.

"Yes, Matt?"

"What the fuck's your problem?!" Matt tried to swat Mello's hand away but resulted in Mello holding his hands behind his back with his free hand.

"Your hair doesn't need to be different." Mello stated simply. He let go of Matt's wrists to grab a bottle of shampoo.

"So you do like it," Matt grinned. Mello continued washing Matt's hair, and Matt stood with a pouty look on his face. A tint of pink stained Mello's cheeks. Matt looked down at the purple water swirling down the drain. "Well?" He looked back up at Mello.

"I don't like it when you dye it..."

"So you like it red." Mello sighed.

"Yes, Matt, I like it when your hair is red." He looked at the water, rinsing Matt's hair until the water was clear. He shut off the water, and crossed his arms.

"Fuck you, now my clothes are all soaked." Matt stuck out his tongue.

"If you stick your tongue out at me again, I swear I'll bite it off." Mello growled. Matt blinked at Mello, then smiled. He stuck his tongue out as childishly as possible for a 19-year-old boy, and made a run for it.

Mello blinked once, surprised, then jumped our of the shower.

"Get your striped-ass back here!" He yelled, running in the direction he thought Matt went.

"Shit," Matt muttered. He had managed to corner himself, and Mello was about 8 feet away. Matt shrunk down and shut his eyes, blocking anywhere he though Mello would hit.

"Hah!" Mello stomped up to his friend, and pulled him up by the front of his shirt.

"Don'tkillmedon'tkillmedon'tkillme!!" Matt repeated.

"I won't kill you, Matt."

"N-no torturing, either, please-and-thank you!" Matt winced as Mello pushed him against the wall harder.

"Nah," Mello smirked. Matt peeked at him.

"Uhh, what are you gonna do?" Matt's bright eyes were filled with fear/cockyness.

"Hmm," Mello pretended to think. He twirled a bit of Matt's dripping hair.

"M-Mello? Dude, what are you gonna do?!" Matt squirmed.

"...this~" Mello pressed his lips onto Matt's, noting the bright eyes widening more, and he earned a small gasp, in which Mello took to shove his tongue inside the boys' mouth. He swirled hit tongue around Matt's, then bit down, and pulled away.

"Wh.."
"Told you~" Mello smirked and ruffled Matt's hair, before walking away from a dumbfounded Matt.

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...8D?

You have NO idea.

My spacebar is a bitch, atm, so if I made a mistake, I blame that.

...srsly.

Okay, so offering babies does NOT work.

So review or I'll go make chocolate not exist. Except when I want some. 8D

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