{ Closed - Mullet Papa }
Neku was 15 years old. 15 whole years old and never and his life has he ever encountered a problem like this one. He stood in front of the mirror in a gas station's public washroom as he stares at the mess on his head in horror. There was one piece of hair on his head, one stupid piece that would not go the direction it was supposed to go in and he was beginning to get more than pissed off.
"RrrghhhhhhgaaaaaaaaaGHHHHH!!!!!"
The anger that was boiling in his head was starting to cloud his thought process, causing Neku to completely forget the fact that he was in public. Who cared, though?! His hair wasn't perfect and this was a broken law!!
"Go! Back! In! Place!" he yelled at the piece of hair, using the last glob of his gel to attempt to stick it in place. The second he let the hair stand on its own without the support of his hands, he watched as it slowly drooped back down onto his head.
"AAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHH"
