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Chibi Madness by Dragonwrangler
Author’s note- I should point out that not all the chapters are as silly as these first two- it will settled down in chapter three with moments of insanity throughout the story. I would also like to dedicate this chapter to everyone at Kokoro no Yami- especially Elektra Alpha for the plot and Trempush and Crimson Eyed Dragon for the comments they left at KnY which were the source of a few scenes in this chapter, and whoever created the Chibi Love Icon!
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Chapter Two
Chief Vizier Shimon was not surprised to be dragged down the hall by Mahado’s student- it wasn’t the first time and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last- but he was surprised she remained silent since announcing that Mahado wanted to see him- right now.
Shimon wondered idly what spell Mahado had cast on the energetic girl to keep her quiet, since that was the only thing Shimon could think of that might shut the girl up.
When they reached the royal quarters, Mana came to a halt and leaned forward to press an ear against the closed doors. Shimon could hear several voices arguing inside.
“Mana?” Shimon asked, still in her grip and still wondering why he was meeting the Priest here.
“Right.” was all Mana said as she let go of him and shoved the doors open.
Shimon stepped forward and stopped dead in his tracks when he got a good look inside and finally made out what was being said.
“How come he gets to sit on the bed!” a voice shouted from one corner.
“Cause he’s Pharaoh you idiot!” a voice answered from another.
“Yeah, cause I’m Pharaoh, you idiot.” Pharaoh’s voice added from the area of the bed.
“Bakura if you don’t shut up I’m going to gag you and tie you to that chair!” Mahado shouted, his back to the door.
“Really?” Shimon found himself staring at what appeared to be a small adorable version of the Thief King suddenly peering around a chair that was set facing a corner of the room. The thief gave Mahado a smirk as he added in a deep brazen voice that just did not fit the face it was coming out of, “So you’re into bondage, huh? Well, I’m all for that but wouldn’t you rather tie me up to something else? Something that would make it much easier for you to have your way with me? Come on, Priest- be a little more creative with your fantasies.”
Snickers could be heard from the bed and the opposite corner of the room.
Before Mahado could respond, the Vizier heard Pharaoh shout out delightedly, “Shimon!” Swinging his gaze to the bed, Shimon saw a child dressed as Pharaoh about to slip off the bed when Mahado snapped, “Atemu, sit down or I’ll tie you up as well!”
“Oh, threesome, there you go!” the thief called out.
The child on the bed looked up at the Priest as Shimon caught a flash of blue out of the corner of his eye. Shocked, he realized that the other chair set facing the opposite corner of the room had a miniature Seth sitting in it.
Still poised to slip off the bed, the child who looked like Pharaoh said slowly, his crimson eyes narrowing, “Mahado, I am Pharaoh remember?”
“Yeah, you idiot!” the thief said before bursting into maniacal laughter.
Crossing his arms, Mahado ignored the thief and said in a tone of voice the Vizier could not remember hearing Mahado use before, “Are you going to get back in that bed or not, my Pharaoh?”
Atemu stared at him in surprise and, obviously seeing something in the Priest‘s expression he was not willing to argue with, scooted back to the center of the bed to sit cross-legged, staring at Mahado with wide eyes. Shimon watched Mahado turn to look at the other two, who had matching looks of shocked surprise on their faces as they quickly disappeared behind the chair backs, before turning to face Shimon.
“I think it would be best to rearrange Pharaoh’s schedule for the time being, Chief Vizier.” the harried looking Priest stated without preamble.
“What happened?” Shimon asked, amazed. He realized whatever had caused this had happened quite early since Mahado was only dressed in his robes.
Mahado rubbed his forehead before running a hand through his hair. “Someone came in last night and cast a spell that apparently backfired.”
“Backfired? What do you mean backfired? It seems pretty effective from where I’m sitting!” Seth said with a note of irritation in his voice.
“Oh, you’re in trouble now!” the thief whispered back.
Mahado rolled his eyes before saying, “My guess is that it should have done more damage to you and Atemu. Whoever cast the spell had not counted on anyone else being in the room. The spell was stretched too thin and, instead of causing harm, caused you three to turn into… whatever you’ve turned into.”
“You call this not causing harm?” Seth snapped as he leaned around the chair to glare at Mahado.
“Would you rather be dead Seth? I can certainly fix that for you!” Mahado shouted over his shoulder before swinging back to Shimon.
“I’m going to report this to Akunadin and the others. Do not let them leave this room and do not let anyone enter.” The Priest stormed out, grabbing Mana as he left the room.
Turning back to the occupants of the room, Shimon found three sets of cute smiling faces looking at him.
He knew he was in trouble as soon as the doors closed behind him.
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Sending Mana off to gather up a few spell books, Mahado quickly made his way to the meeting room and found Akunadin, Isis and Shada already there.
Watching him enter, and obviously noting his state of undress, Isis smile in amusement and said, “I take it you had an entertaining evening, Mahado? You‘re usually not the one who is late.”
“We have a problem.” Mahado answered her abruptly, a little surprised Isis apparently had not experienced any visions from the Millennium Tauk regarding what happened during the night.
Isis glanced at Akunadin, startled. The old priest frowned as he asked, “A problem, Mahado?”
Not having a better way to phrase it, Mahado took a deep breath before saying, “Pharaoh, Seth, and the Thief King have been turned into,’ Mahado paused as he tried to think of the right word to describe what the three looked like before giving up to say, ‘well…children. Sort of.”
For a moment, everyone just stared at him until Akunadin said carefully, “Children, Mahado?”
Mahado nodded. “More or less, yes.”
“And why did you include the Thief King in that list, Mahado?” Akunadin asked.
“Apparently he was in the room when the spell was cast and got caught by its effects.”
“He was in the room! What do you mean he was in the room!” Akunadin shouted in surprise.
“I mean exactly that.” Mahado answered irritably.
“Is the Pharaoh all right?” Shada asked in concern.
Mahado thought a moment before saying truthfully, “More or less.” Bowing slightly to the stunned Priests, Mahado asked, “I request that Isis and Shada relieve the Chief Vizier so he can adjust Pharaoh’s schedule while I search for the counter spell that will fix this, Master Akunadin.”
Akunadin simply nodded, and continued to nod as the others rose to follow Mahado from the room.
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After sending Isis to inform Karim of what had happened, and checking to see if Mana was having any luck finding the spell books he needed, only to find she had already found them and left, Mahado headed back to the Royal Bedchambers. His mind turned over the problem of the spell and what type it might have been to cause such an effect but he continued to come up with nothing.
He had a suspicion he would need to ask the Magician of Dark Chaos for help. He had no doubts the Magician would have an answer for him but Mahado was afraid to find out what that was going to cost him.
He just hoped it wasn’t going to involve being tied to the bed again.
As he strode down the hall, the sound of Seth shouting from a room off to his right caught his attention.
Oh, Ra- now what.
Running to the open door, he found Shada quickly backing up toward the door. Looking past him Mahado could see Mana was holding Seth as if he were a cat, arms wrapped around the Priest’s chest and swinging him slightly as she grinned in delight; and Seth looking about as thrilled as a cat would, his face slowly turning a deep red as his headdress was knocked forward, covering his eyes, as he began slipping through Mana’s embrace.
Mahado groaned as he felt the magic of a summoning fill the room and noticed Seth suddenly smirk as he shoved the headdress back up- but even he was surprised by what appeared next to Mana.
The Blue Eyes White Dragon was all rounded edges and soft curves, its eyes a wide and babyish sky blue and- from nose to tail- was now no bigger than its master was. As it opened its mouth to issue a mighty, bone-rattling roar, the Blue Eyes suddenly became aware of its condition and stared at its master in surprise just as Mana let out an ear-piercing shriek of delight.
“Ahhh! It’s so cute!” she scream as she dropped Seth to grab the stunned dragon.
“My Blue Eyes!” Seth shouted from the floor as Mana danced around him, the Blue Eyes looking more than a little freaked as it was crushed in Mana‘s embrace.
“MANA!” Mahado shouted as he rushed passed Shada. “Put the dragon down!”
Startled, the girl stopped to ask, “What?”
“I said put the dragon down!”
“But he’s so cute!” the girl said as the dragon stared, frozen in place, trying not to attract any more attention towards itself.
Taking a deep breath in an attempt to control the unusual urge to throttle his student, Mahado said, “Mana, give the dragon to Seth.”
“But…”
Stepping up to the girl and crossing his arms, Mahado stated, “It’s not your dragon, Mana. Give it back to Seth.”
Pouting, she handed the dragon over to Seth, who gathered the poor thing up in his arms and said as he walked to the other side of the room- the still stunned dragon resting its head on his shoulders, its eyes as wide as saucers- “There, there, Blue Eyes. I’ll protect you from the mean old girl.”
As Mahado grabbed his head to knot his fingers in his hair in frustration, another feminine shriek echoed down the hall. Realizing it was Isis who screamed, Mahado turned and ran from the room.
Quickly spotting Isis standing just outside the Royal Bedchambers, he saw she had her hands to her face- her eyes round and staring- as she faced into the room. Quickly reaching her side, Mahado glanced into the room.
Inside the room, he found Atemu and Bakura doing a dance on the bed, singing some nonsense about flowers and raindrops- while wearing absolutely nothing at all.
Sighing, Mahado said to Isis, “It’s best not to hold it in, Isis. You’ll just hurt yourself if you do.”
Isis burst into laughter and collapsed against the doorframe. Leaving the Priestess where she was, Mahado stepped up to the two naked dancers to ask, “Where’s the Chief Vizier?”
Without missing a step of the dance- which seemed to include a move that involve each dancer turning away from the other to bend over and shake their bare ass at their partner as they sang- they each waved an arm off toward a spot behind and to the right of Mahado.
Turning, Mahado found the Chief Vizier looking more than a little confused and held in place by a just as confused, miniature version of Osiris the Sky Dragon, who had wrapped itself around the arm of both the Vizier and the chair. Shaking his head, Mahado stepped over and carefully unwound the serpentine dragon from Shimon and the chair before gathering it in his arms. The dragon leaned back to look up at Mahado, banging the top of it’s head against Mahado’s chest, and chirped what sounded like a question. Mahado, not having a clue what the dragon was asking, rubbed the dragon reassuringly under the chin, which resulted in Osiris suddenly collapsing into a boneless, liquid, purring mass of red and black.
Quickly catching the loops of the dragon’s body that were now slipping out of his arms, Mahado looked back at Isis, who had laughed so hard she was now kneeling in the doorway and hyperventilating. However, before he could walk over to check on the helpless Priestess, Shada and Seth- who still had the Blue Eyes in his arms- appeared beside her. Seth glanced at Isis and opened his mouth to speak, when he caught sight of Atemu and Bakura.
“What the fuck?” he said.
Isis looked at him in surprise and burst out into more laughter, laughter Atemu and Bakura joined in on as Shada and Seth watched the spectacle in stunned silence.
Seriously tempted to knock himself out by banging his head against a wall, Mahado turned to the Chief Vizier to say, “It may be best to also cancel all of Pharaoh’s appearances for the time being.”
Slowly walking away, Shimon muttered, “I don’t see that as a problem. Good day, Mahado.”
As he stepped over to the bed, Bakura grinned and asked, “Gonna tie me to the bed now, Priest?” Throwing his arms out to display all his naked glory the thief added, “I mean, really, how much easier can it get than this?”
Not having a better idea, Mahado tossed the Sky Dragon at him and said sharply, “Get dressed. Now.” Bakura fell backwards as the dragon hit him in the chest, and landed in a heap with a squirming dragon in his arms.
Atemu looked down at the thief and the dragon and said reasonably, “I think you pissed him off, Bakura.”
“Oh shut the fuck up. And would you get this thing off me!” Bakura yelled, only to have Osiris suddenly pin him down and loom over his face to hiss at him.
Atemu smirked. “I think you’ve pissed off Osiris now too.”
“Fuck.” Bakura muttered in annoyance.
Reaching down, Atemu pulled the dragon off the thief and, looking a moment at Mahado as he let Osiris drape itself over his bare shoulders, said, “We are yours to command.” Atemu glanced toward the group at the door before turning back to add apologetically, “Since you seem to be the only one able to function properly right now.”
As Mahado watched Pharaoh kick the thief into action before gathering up his clothes, Mahado thought ruefully…
If this keeps up for much longer I won’t be.
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