Barbie Boy Chapter 5: Boo Boo's and No No's

A/N:If you could plan Leanne Keehl's demise, how would you kill her? (no that doesn't necessarily mean she will die, I'm just curious about what you'd do)

Gina and Leanne locked eyes before the redheaded woman stood. She looked at the room around her, the laced doilies on the table, the obnoxious grandfather clock in the far right, the women in their flower-patterned dresses and perms. Everything in the room made her sick, like she was sitting with her girl friends in Barbie's Doll House, only none of them were children anymore and Gina couldn't understand this world of plastic and facades. She knew what was important in life: family, love, happiness. She'd left to war a young girl of 18 and come home a woman, having survived the harsh realities of killing another human being for the sake of freedom. Being with the marines was the most eye-opening experience of her life, and made her promise to never take life for granted.

The moment she slapped Leanne Keehl hard across the jaw, was nothing short of keeping that promise.

Common courtesy aside, she spat at her hostess' face, "What the fuck is your problem, all of you?"

Mrs. Keehl had doubled backwards, crashing into the loveseat behind her and landing on two of her guests. She rubbed at the red marks on her skin, wide-eyed at the assailant.

Outside the house, Asisclo Jeevas stared the door. The blonde woman had slammed it in his face. He was ignored as he further rang the bell. As Mr. Jeevas turned around to sit on the porch, he couldn't shake woman's face from his mind: her eyes held deep disgust.

It was happening all over again…When the Jeevas' had lived in his native Brazil, they'd had none of the problems they now faced. Moving to the U.S. was hard for him as a culture shock but he still wasn't used to that kind of blatant discrimination. People in this side of the country took one look at Asisclo's skin color and shunned him. It was downright sickening. Not only was he a U.S. marine, he was a man, and a human being dammnit! He'd put up with it…for the moment, because this was the town they'd stationed him in, and he was above their petty insults.

A car pulled up and a tall man walked out. He frowned when he saw the other man on his porch. Jacob Keehl hated solicitors and wasn't going to take crap from whoever it was trying to sell whatever they were pawning off on people. Worse, even…the man on his porch was black! The sheer audacity of it brought hostility from Mr. Keehl. He was, however, a reasonable man (at least by his own measures) and decided not to cuss the intruder away.

"Whoever you are, we're not buying, now get off my property before I call the police."

Mr. Jeevas stood and regarded the other man carefully.

"I am Sergeant Jeevas," he introduced himself, "and I am here to pick up my wife and child. The woman who answered the door slammed it on my face."

The effect was immediate. Jacob knew his wife wouldn't have let the man inside the house—her prejudice ran deep. However, the man before him was a soldier, and with rank! Mr. Keehl put his personal feelings aside and put out his hand, "Sergeant? My, my, my…I am terribly sorry. How rude of Leanne."

A plan formed in Jacob's mind. If he could get Mello to hang around the manly discipline of a soldier, then maybe the boy had hope of shaking his sick little habits. Mr. Keehl apologized again and again, and faked a smile at Mr. Jeevas. Being around the other man made his skin crawl but he hid his disgust well. After introductions came an offer for a drink, which Asisclo found most hospitable and the two men entered the house with an air of mutual cordiality.

Away from the petty arguments from the adult world, the children focused on their simple pleasures.

Matt took Mello's hand and laced his fingers through the blonde's, blinking shyly at his 'bride' after they broke away from their wedding kiss.

"So now we go on our hubbymoon, right?"

Mello nodded at his new 'husband', "Where do you want to go?"

"A castle!"

"But there are dragons in castles…"

"Chucky Cheese's then!"

It was Misa however, who decided. They were going on a Hawaiian 'macation' because Misa had grass skirts and coconuts and leis hidden in the dress-up closet. After handing some to her brother and his friend, she went to change in her own room, leaving them alone. Yet as much as he wanted to change, Mello had trouble slipping his dress up over his head.

"Matt, will you help me take this off."

"Okay."

Matt tugged the white garment as hard as he could, but when it was finally untangled from Mello's head, the force of pulling sent him off balance. The redhead fell on top of Mello, his elbow pushing painfully against the other child's private parts. Mello cried out as the redhead scrambled off of him, apologizing. And he melted under the tears that fell from the blond's eyes.

"Don't cry Meadow! Please don't cry!"

But Mello would not be comforted, even as Matt tried to hug him. Suddenly, an idea struck him and he bent low until he was nearly over his friend. In a swift movement, the striped child placed his lips against the fabric of Mello's underwear, right on the injured flesh. Mello stopped crying, though more from shock of the touch than from the kiss assuaging away the pain.

"What are you doing?"

"Tissing your boo-boo so it feels better." Replied Matt, scooting away slightly to look at his friend. "That is what my mom does when I get hurt."

Matt didn't like the bewildered look on the blond's face, "Are you mad at me?"

"You hurt my tinkle."

"I am sorry Meadow! I didn't mean too."

Something in the back of Mello's mind told him that it was wrong for Matt to touch him there. His mother had once said not to let anyone touch him there, ever. But the concern that flickered through the readhead's eyes was too heartwarming to ignore. Mello wouldn't risk ruining their friendship over something so small, especially since, it was cute that Matt wanted to make him feel better. Mello felt powerful again, that someone cared about him like that. So instead of getting angry, Mello did the next thing that came into his mind—he asked Matt to kiss it again.

The second time, it tickled, and the blonde couldn't help but giggle at the touch… It didn't hurt so much anymore, so Mello was happy. He hugged Matt and gave him a small peck on his lips in return.

Neither child had noticed when the door to the playroom had opened…or that there was an adult staring at them, inches from pulling them apart...

A/N: XD yeah, Mello called his dick his "tinkle."

Told ya they were going to get a little naughty...Do you know who walked in on their 'hubbymoon?'

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