Wow this has to be one of the shortest stories I have ever written. This goes out to my boyfriend Ryuza who I hate right now since he is moving! >_<

“No! Spare me! Spare me! Please! I don’t want this! Please!” Mello screamed as he was dragged by Ryuza, “I’ll be good! I swear! Please! Dam it! I said please!”
“Come on Mello, everyone has to do it once in a while,” Near consoled as he walked with the screaming Mello.
“Mello, it is not that bad. Besides, Roger said that you were long overdue,” Ryuza answered.
“Ba****d!” Mello fought, “I refuse! I refuse! Do you hear me! No one will make me do it!”
As they continued to walk past Soji’s book store, Ryuza stopped and waved to her. I can get away! Mello thought. Mello made a lunge to break away from Ryuza’s grip, but the clamp of an arm held him tight. Instead of getting away, Mello managed to choke himself and passed out.
“That was rather appreciated Ryuza. If he continued being loud there could have been a disturbance,” Near smiled.
“I didn’t mean to. Mello did it to himself. Near, you know Mello far more than I do; why does he protest his semi-annual haircut?” Ryuza asked carrying the now limp Mello in his arms.
“I believe that he had a bad experience with hair cuts as a child,” Near answered.
“Hmm, I wonder what this girly guy is dreaming about,” Ryuza laughed.
Inside Mello’s dreams, he found himself as a child in a barber shop. Mello was five at the time.
“Come on Mello you have had the luxury of growing out your hair for five years,” Mello’s mother talked, “You need a hair cut or you will look like a girl. Please just sit in the chair and get your hair cut. “
“Alright Mother,” Mello answered sitting up into the chair.
“Ok, Miss, “the barber started at Mello’s mom, “If you would like, just tell me what his hair should look like, and I will get it clipped while you walk the mall.”
“That would be lovely,” Mello’s mother answered and left.
“Ok, young man lets clip that girly hair of yours,” the barber started as he began to clip Mello’s hair, “I noticed that your mother called you Mello. Is that your real name?”
“No, and she is not my real mom,” Mello answered.
The barber nearly cut off Mello’s ear when the words hit his ears.
“Did your real mother divorce?”
“No, both my parents were killed in a fire when I was really little. I have foster parents.”
“I see,” the barber answered starting to cut again, “So then why does she call you Mello?”
“That is the only name she knows me by. When my parents were killed, the police asked for my name and I said Mello. My parents never registered my birth, so the police knew no different. When I was put into foster care, they registered my name as Mello,” Mello answered.
“Does your foster mother know?”
“No.”
“They why did you tell me?”
“You look like a man that will keep my secret. Please don’t tell that my real name isn’t Mello. I like that name. As long as I have the name Mello, I can act normal around people. I don’t have to be the cry-baby that people think I should be.”
“You are very mature for your age, Mello. You are only five years old and yet you act like an adult. I won’t tell.”
The next day, the barber told Mello’s foster mother about the conversation, and Mello was asked for his real name. Feeling betrayed, Mello stopped talking and focused on his schooling. Mello’s scores were caught by Watari and Mello left his foster home for the House. Mello didn’t talk for a while, and the scars of being betrayed stayed with him making him very emotional.
“Hey Mello! Wake up baka!!” Ryuza yelled as Mello began to awaken. Realizing that it was all a dream, Mello looked around to find where he was. It was a barber shop and blond hair was scattered on the ground. Mello looked up and saw that his hair had been cut while he had been unconscious.
“Dam you Ryuza!” Mello swore angrily.
“You are welcome,” Ryuza answered.