Hello to all my readers, soon-to-be-readers, pleashippers, and likeminded individuals who have nothing better to do! I now bring you a series of Pleashipping concepts I came up with in my spare time. Each and every chapter in this fic was meant to be a multichaptered fic that never took a full shape in my mind, but I have decided to clump them all together as one big series of oneshots. It is also my hope that I can get more love for this truly adorable pairing and inspire others to write more for this cute couple as well. I've known a lot of stories for Isis and Mahad that the writers of them have either deleted for whatever reason, or have stopped writing them and leave them on here as a teaser to all the readers who think that this is the best thing that they've ever read and wish that the writers would keep going with it, so they wait for their entire lives for something that will never be finished, like me! So if you like this, I strongly encourage you to write/draw some IsisxMahado work of your own to spread the love all throughout the world and the shadow realm!

K, so a few notes for this fic: #1; I know from reading various fics for Mahad over the last 6-7 years or so that people have different variations of his name (i.e., Mahad, Mahado Mahaado, Mahaad, and so on), and since I intended for every chapter in here to be individual fanfics, his name will vary from chapter to chapter. For example, in this chapter, I used Mahado as his name, while in another chapter he will be Mahad. Just a warning. Also, I'll only be using the names used in the Manga and the Anime, so no Mahaads or Mahaado, or Ma anything except for Mahad and Mahado, so that should decrease the confusion a little bit.

#2; In certain chapters there will be such elements as violence, swearing, blood, and maybe some ideologically sensitive materials depending on your definition of that phrase, so just be aware that this isn't all rainbows and unicorns, ya fluff nuts! Although there will be plenty of fluff per chapter. And Angst! Don't read if you don't like the angst!

#3; Some chapters are AU, meaning not everything will pretain to what goes on in the Manga or Anime. I think somewhere in my mind I created a fanfiction in modern day times where Mahad is a soldier fighting overseas and Isis is waiting with their young children for her husband to come home, so be aware of that. Like i said, I originally intended for these to be their own fics, but the ideas wouldn't take full bloom.

That should be it for now, so tell me what you think of chapter 1, and I'll post more later!


Often times she would come to watch the sun rise at dawn before everyone else woke up. It was a peaceful time, and not even her visions disturbed her at this hour, though they did the rest of the day. It made her truly appreciate the sacredness, the purity of this time, when the world still slumbered, and the quiet stood firm as an ever watchful guard that this single instance where all the world was at peace could not be disturbed.

It was astounding how quickly the defenses dropped after dawn, however, and the palace, as well as the entire world would come to life in a brilliant explosion of noise and heat and color, dizzying and mad. It was the reason she chose to lock herself in the confines of her meditation room until dusk, when the chaos died down, and quiet held its post once more.

She always came to the same spot each dawn, The balcony overlooking the east of the city, a perfect view of the rising sun always visible. She knew the path well, though she often found herself unknowingly wandering off it, leading herself through different trails and paths in the maze that the palace was. though today she opted to take the route as she knew, without a detour in-between. Perhaps if she hadn't been so stringent, she would have completely missed him.

But fate had other plans in store, and she realized this immediately when she found Mahad in her usual spot overlooking the east side of the city. Almost it seemed unreal, as it always did when he appeared in the same place as she. He had not seen her yet, and a part of her desired to run away before he did. But never one to meddle in fate (not physically, at least), she walked up to him, contemplating what she was to say.

"You are up early today, Mahado." she stated. She must have startled him, for she could see him tense, and hear him gasp lightly as he turned to face her. When their eyes met, he relaxed, and seeing that made her heart lift a bit. Though they had been friends long since childhood, it was always good when she was reminded how comfortable he was around her, or how much her cared for her and trusted her.

"Isis." he greeted. "Forgive me, I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Not possible." Isis assured him with a smile. "Your presence is always a source of happiness for me."

He nodded in response to this. "What brings you here at this hour?" he asked, turning back to overlook the city. Isis walked up next to him, letting her hands rest on the railing.

"That's my question for you." she stated. "I am always here in the morning, to watch the sun rise. This is the first time I've ever been graced with your company, however." she smiled.

Mahado sighed. "It seemed like the place to be. Lately I've been finding myself restless, unable to sleep."

Isis looked at him with genuine surprise. "Bad dreams?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Bad anxieties." he corrected. Isis's eyes softened, immediately knowing what he spoke of. Looking back, it seemed hard to believe that it had been nearly five months since Mahado had inherited the Millennium Ring from his teacher. Isis was well aware of the plague the Items could be to a new user, her seniority over Mahado only being a mere three months' difference. It had barely been a week before Mahado had been initiated into the priesthood that she had begun to be cured of the ghastly nightmares, the shadows that always seemed to be following her, the constant anger she felt, and the maddening voices that filled her head. The items were indeed a heavy burden, but what worried her is that these terrors had been plaguing Mahado three times as long as they had any of the other guardians, and much worse. She had thought that it was due to his natural born ability as a magician, and she still believed this. In fact, she had been the one to suggest to him to seal a portion of his magic away to try to cure the hypersensitivity he had towards the darkness in his item. For a while, it seemed to be doing him some good, but he continued to speak of the shadows constantly following him, and the cold, dark aura that surrounded the Ring.

"The spirit of the Ring still haunts you." It wasn't phrased as a question, because she knew it was the truth.

"The Ring's darkness is ever present, and I fear there is nothing that can be done about it for the moment." he said solemnly, resting his hand over the source of his troubles. "Fortunately, it has not brought any harm to me yet."

"It has if it keeps you from sleeping." Isis said. "Is there any way I may be able to lessen the burden?"

He shook his head. "I appreciate the offer, Isis." he smiled at her, causing her to blush slightly. "Truly I do, but it has weakened considerably ever since I sealed away my magic. I know that eventually, it will no longer bother me as it does now, as the Necklace did with you." he paused, waiting to see if she would respond, but she did not. Her face looked a bit troubled now, though, most likely because he had not wanted her help. Truthfully, there was little she could do. The Ring's dark pulse had indeed died down, but it had still spurred him to research their creation, hoping to find a way to expel the darkness within them altogether. When he had found the truth behind their creation, that they had been forged in the cold blood of a hundred people, that was when he began to feel the Ring's darkness again, and more powerful than before. Truthfully, he hadn't slept in over a week, because the nightmares kept him up at night, and the delusions of blood on his hands and shadow creatures in the corners of his eyes followed him wherever he went. He had yet to tell anyone of his findings, for fear that they would experience the same terrors. Isis especially had it bad when she first inherited the Millennium Necklace. At night he could hear her screaming in her sleep, and during the day she was as pale as a ghost, and dark circles would always be present around her eyes. Sometimes she still appeared in this state, due to her visions. If anyone could understand his pains, it would be her, but he couldn't put such a weight on her shoulders in clear conscience.

"...You aren't allowed to share all of your visions with the Pharaoh, are you?" he asked, catching her off guard. Why the sudden change of subject?

"No, I am limited to what I can tell our king regarding the future. Sometimes negative events produce positive effects, so if I were to tell the Pharaoh, or anyone for that matter, of an event that could be prevented, it would also prevent certain beneficial outcomes from occurring. Only fates that would directly result in the safety of Egypt and the royal family can I warn of its forthcoming and prevent it from happening." she said. "But surely you already knew this, Mahado."

"Yes, of course." he nodded. "It just occurred to me, though... To know the future, and to know you could change something, but can't, it must weigh heavy on you. You aren't even able to tell someone until it's too late to do anything. How do you manage through such a task?"

Isis raised her eyebrow. He was hiding something from her, it was too obvious. But questioning him would produce no answers, so she decided the only thing she could do at the moment was to answer him, and ask questions later.

"There is always some guilt when you know that events can be changed for the better." Isis said, her head bowing in shame. "What it really comes down to is the belief that what you did or did not do will play a part in the greater good. If I were to open the gates of tomorrow up for everyone to see, then things would be even worse, because no one would then accept fate. You are right, it is a burden, but I bear it with the best intentions."

Isis turned to him. "You don't have to accept my help with whatever it is that ails you, Mahado. You don't even have to tell me, but I want you to promise me," she put her hand on his arm, gently turning him to face her. He looked into her doting eyes, alight with the first rays of the morning sun. "Promise me that you won't bear this burden alone."

Before he could say anything, she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. As she pulled away, she noticed that he was blushing from ear to ear. As much as she wanted to smile and laugh then, seeing how he reacted to her, she kept a practiced, straight face. "That will be a weight off my shoulders."

Looking over the balcony, she saw that the sun had finally risen into the sky, and inside the palace could be heard the rumble of the servants as peace left its post for the day to begin.

"Seems that the day has already begun." she said. "We should make our way to court; the Pharaoh will want to see us. Care to walk with me?"

Mahado blinked, trying to process what she was saying as he was still in shock by the fact that she had kissed him. Shaking his head in the hopes of clearing his thoughts, he looked at her apologetically.

"I'd love to, Isis, but I think that I will stay here a moment longer to collect my thoughts. I believe there is something I should inform the Pharaoh about later, and I want to be certain that I am prepared."

She nodded, trying to hide her disappointment. "Alright then; I'm glad to have had the chance to be with you this early, in the least. And remember what I told you." After receiving his nod of recognition, she left for the throne room, silently cursing herself for letting her emotions get the best of her back there.

Meanwhile, Mahado remained on the balcony, still watching the ever rising sun. He would take Isis's words to heart and inform the Pharaoh later in the day. Deep down, he knew it was the right thing to do, for himself, and the other Item holders. The more they knew about the items, the easier it would be to completely expel the evil presence from them. But that was something to think about much later. For now he planned to focus a bit more on Isis, and that kiss she just gave him. He smiled briefly, running a hand over the cheek that she had pressed her lips to. When he realized what he was doing, he let his hand fall down to his side and shook his head to clear his thoughts again.

"Don't be a fool." he thought aloud. "She was just being kind. She doesn't see you that way."


Awwwz! Such a sweet little moment. I could totally see this happening in the Manga! Anyway, that's pretty much it. As usual, I'll remind people that I accept both chapter requests for this story, as well as requests for fanart from these one shots that I will post on my DeviantART account. All you have to do is somehow contact me, and I will do what I can with your requests. Just be aware that it may take me some time to complete any requests.

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