TITLE: A Brave New World
AUTHOR: Shourin
BETA - READER: Shinketsukarasu (you're AWESOME!!glomps)
PAIRING: Gwendal/Gunter.. eventually
DISCLAIMER: KKM is not mine.
SUMMARY: Don't know how to summarize it. hmm...Err... Chibies??

Anissina's inventions always managed to be called absurd. All of those huge fans and wheels and rollers and bulky mechanisms didn't limit her creative mind, in the least. She had to try and delve into the world of chemistry, mixing those who-knows-what into a brand new concoction. And sometimes, Gwendal had to admit that his childhood friend does - in a twisted way – deserve to be called a genius, he mused, staring at his stubby inch long fingers. He clenched and unclenched his chubby fingers, telling himself to calm down and think straight, analyze the whole situation, weighing the risks and opportunity and fuse everything into a new solution, like the good soldier he was…

…despite the mortified cries from his comrade-in-arms in front of the body length mirror.

"Gwendalll… I'm shortttt!!!!!" wailed Gunter, kneeling dejectedly in front of the said mirror. "Ohh... my pretty fingers, my long legs, my tiny waist, and shapely hip... it's all goneee!!!! Owhhhhh…I'm fattttttttttttt!!!!"

He's leaning against his reflection on the mirror now, crying exaggeratingly being the drama queen he is, thought Gwendal, shaking his head.

"Swallow the truth Gunter, we've been chibified by Anissina's potion. Besides, you're the one who willingly threw yourself into testing it," Gwendal tried reasoning with the situation. He then massaged his temple with his little fingers.

"She said it would make us look younger…" Gunter whined.

"By 100 years? It's Anissina we're talking about here. Thank Shinou we're not babies. At least we can walk," Gwendal growled, crossing his arms. How he wished he had his knitting needles now. He needed them badly at this point.

Gunter stopped crying, though he was still sniffing silently in front of the mirror. His huge eyes were glossy with tears. Yes, he admitted that it was his own fault. The truth is, he was quite excited when Anissina announced her new invention, a potion that can could make you look younger by firming your skin, repairing all of the dead skin cells and anything else that makes the wrinkles vanish. She made it a mandatory test for Gwendal, since she claimed that he had the most wrinkles of all. She continued by saying that he looked so old people might mistake him as lady Celi's father.

But the morning of Gwendals test, Gunter spotted a fine wrinkle under his left eye and the matter of Gunter taking the test as well was settled.

He should have remembered that wrinkles meant a bad omen.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror again. Yes, that abominable wrinkle had absolutely gone vanished; replaced by supple, smooth but childishly chubby cheeks, small lips, huge glossy lavender eyes and he barely reached 2 feet in height! Luckily, his hair shrunk as well, so it barely reached the floor. He wiped away his tears and poked both his chubby cheeks with equally chubby little fingers, and watched in horror as said cheeks bounced gracefully back into its chubby state.

He sighed loudly.

"Gwendal, where's Anissina?" asked Gunter while struggling to stand in his too big cape and robe. The trousers has long been discarded since they failed to serve their purpose anyway, they were too long and kept sliding off of him anyway.

"Gisela asked that old hag and the squeaky maids to help with something. They'll be back soon." answered an equally chibified Gwendal. Of course his face was free of any wrinkles and sporting the same smooth chubby baby skin that Gunters had. His hair is still in its unruly state and tied up in a ponytail at the back of his head. He sat on the floor while leaning against one of Anissina's working tables, one leg propped up in a lazy manner still wearing his largely oversized button up white shirt. The rest of his uniform was compiled in a neat pile next to him. Gunter would never say it out loud, but he thought that a cheeky and relaxed chibi Gwendal was really cool.

But Gwendal never meant to look so relaxed or cheeky. He was just exhausted of being in such a ridiculous situation.

Tired of struggling with his cape and robe, Gunter settled down on the floor in the middle of them instead. "I can imagine the outcome when she sees us like this, she will squeal and show us to the rest of the crowd, and they will hover over us, pinching our cheeks and hugging us as if we were plushies. Worst of all, she'll make us her slaves just to make our lives miserable. Imagine all of that pedaling and running in this… this… physically challenged form…" he trailed off, a single tear nearly escaping from his huge lavender eye.

Suddenly, Gwendal was on his feet. His eyes were glinting much to Gunters confusion.

"Pack up Gunter. We are escaping from the evil clutches of that witch. I refuse to be gawked at like a specimen!!!!"

Gunter stared wide-eyed at Gwendals sudden aggressiveness. Again, he thought that Gwendal looked cool. Shaking his head to free his mind from that disturbing thought, he stated the naked truth while pointing his stubby finger upward. "Err… technically we are Anissina's specimens…"

"And that is why we must seek our freedom…" continued Gwendal without denying the fact that they're indeed specimens. "We won't be played with anymore. We are capable free men, and we shall fight!" he added for good measure.

Again, Gunter eyes were filled with admiration at Gwendals courageous and somewhat motivated speech. He was so fascinated with Gwendal's display that he didn't realize he was gaping and clapping his little hands gleefully. "So what's your plan?" he asked, unable to contain his eagerness.

Gwendals expression had become serious. Well, as serious he could get with his cute chubby face. Narrowing his huge blue eyes he said dramatically,

"We're going to escape to my castle; Castle Voltaire!"

TBC..

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