Life when you are six inches Tall
By Dib07
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Summary: Yami finds himself in an embarrassing situation. He has somehow made himself tiny. But he cannot remember how. Yugi and co.'s world gets turned upside down when they realize that there is no quick reversal. And was this all really just some nasty accident?
Warning: Teen
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A/N: I will only update this story if there is any interest. I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this story or if its worth writing. I've done a few chapters already and I like the way it is going, but it will be pointless submitting it if no one is interested. So let me know. Otherwise, enjoy. ^^
Chapter one:
"Will you please, please not get into trouble today, mou hitori no boku?"
"I'm trapped inside your house, little one. There isn't much I can't do." Yami said, cocking his head at his cherished partner. Yugi was looking flushed and agitated today. He had his last assignment to hand in before the holidays and he had been up half the night perfecting it. Because of this, both of them hadn't had much rest.
"I bought some old Egyptian books for you," Yugi said suddenly, as if it were a kind of apology. "I've left them on the kitchen table. They'll keep you entertained until I get back."
"Babysitter?" Yami said mockingly on queue.
"Oh, it'll be Joey today. He doesn't have to worry about class until tomorrow since we're on different courses. Look, I really have to go! Be good!"
Yami waved him off as Yugi jogged down the road. What his Aibou really needed was a chariot. Then he'd always get to college on time.
Yami shut the door. Joey hadn't arrived, and Solomon was on a business trip for the week. He was well and truly on his own.
He wandered about the house like he used to do his maze, and investigated the rooms like a lonely man revisiting scenes in his memory.
He tried to rest by sitting down and watching the television. After summoning the courage of lifting the magical remote, he aimed it like he was aiming a sword at the blank TV and hit a button. He almost dropped the remote in his shock when the TV blasted back in full colour and volume. Holding his racing heart, he picked up the remote and hit the red button, throwing the TV back into lifeless silence once more.
"Dear Ra!"
A little calmer, he went into the kitchen and opened the 'snowbox' to procure himself a glass of orange juice. He poured it into a glass and drank it down while keeping an eye on the time. Joey was late.
When he looked back down, he saw the offerings of books on the table. They looked old, and a little dusty. Yami put the tumbler down and approached them with curiosity. There were two books with faded spines and discoloured covers. One of them was falling apart.
Yami opened up the first one to find that all the pages had yellowed.
He went to look up the date to find that they were Victorian. Yami frowned. Was 'Victorian' a breed of humans?
Still, he investigated further, and when he flicked through the oldest of the two books, he saw that many of the pages contained Egyptian spells. They had been carefully copied from their originals in Cairo.
"Why would Yugi...?"
There was a ring at the door, followed by impatient knocking, Yami sighed and left the books to answer the door. When he opened it, he leaned against the doorframe, arms folded. "You're late."
Joey shrugged and moved past him. He was carrying a case of beer. "Yeah well, I got held up."
"I could have opened a drawer of knives and killed myself."
"Very funny. Smartass." Joey put the beer on the table beside the books. He gave them one cursory glance before heading over to the fridge for food. "So, any games to play? We can play duel monsters."
"My deck is in Yugi's room." He said.
"I'll get it. You stay here." He turned and slapped a cold packet of turkey legs on the table from the fridge. Yami wrinkled his nose in disgust at them. "Be right back!" He gave a dry chortle and headed for the stairs. Yami watched him go, then reached forwards and slid one of the heavy Egyptian tomes over towards him. He sat up on the chair and opened the front page. "Where did Aibou get these?" He asked himself, mystified. The book was dusty, and smelled of mildew and neglect. The pages literally creaked from the broken seam inside when he turned them, and many of the inscriptions and pictures were either faded or torn out.
"Uma Fa healu." He said, reading out the title on one page littered with Egyptian hieroglyphs. If it had been translated in Japanese it would have read: 'Spells to ward off enemies.'
He paused a moment to search for the publisher's date, a tactic Yugi had taught him. But there was nothing – not even a listed author.
He went back to the page he was looking at previously and read out some of the spells. One of them just didn't sound right. One of the hieroglyphs was spelt wrong. It was supposed to say: 'Fel de hahh.' Or. 'Thus I evoke.'
He said it again to himself, liking the sound of his native tongue when the lights in the chandelier above him suddenly started to fizz on and off. The walls seemed a darker shade of blue than they were before, and he could hear the hissing of snakes. He stepped back from the table so fast that he knocked his chair to one side.
A gathering bolt of pain surged through his torso, and his vision grew grey as if he was trying to see through gauze. As he looked, he suddenly felt smaller, much smaller. Either that or he was fainting – he wasn't sure which. But he was pretty sure – pretty darn sure the table had got bigger – monstrously so. The chair too, struck on one side, now looked mountainous. Both articles of furniture loomed over him with sinister reprisal and the floor grew and expanded: drawing him in: sucking him down.
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Yami's deck wasn't hard to find. Yugi was a young individual who thought highly on neatness and organisation, so the bedroom looked sparse as much as it did clean. Joey secretly wondered what the Pharaoh thought of such an established younger brother.
The deck was sitting in the top drawer of the desk above papers, a cup holding dice and a sketch pad. Joey took the deck out and checked the cards to make sure it was indeed Yami's. The first five cards confirmed the owner, so Joey stuffed it in his back pocket and plodded down the landing and then down the stairs. He heard the cackle of electricity but it stopped so quickly he barely noted it as anything serious. Maybe there was a short circuit somewhere? And something had shorted out? He shrugged and proceeded to the kitchen.
What he found in the kitchen put him back a step.
Standing still as if suspended by an invisible wall that he had accidently walked into, Joey cringed in one spot as he glanced helplessly down at the pile of clothes on the floor by an overturned chair. Yami's cobalt pants were there, so was his jacket, belts – god how many belts did he wear? And his bangles, other jewellery, the dog collar... his white boxers, his socks. Jesus! Did Yami just decided to spontaneously strip and was now running around the house somewhere, naked?
Naked?!
Joey slapped a hand to his face. "Oh my god! What in hell is going on?"
The invisible wall held him for a moment as he braced himself, eyes hooked to the pile of clothing as if his friend's act of insanity was lethal as well as crazy. Then logic returned and he walked towards the chair, placing Yami's deck down by the two old books. One of the books was open on a particular page but Joey didn't notice these specifics. He picked the book up and closed it, resting it atop the other.
"Yami?" He called. "Yami? Where the hell are ya? You... you naked, pal?" He stopped to consider how ridiculous he sounded. Then continued anyway. "Yo, dude? Where are you? I... I brought yer deck."
He listened for a reply. Strangely he wasn't answered. All he could hear was the distant hum of the fridge and the tick-tocking of the clock on the kitchen wall.
He went into the parlour. It too was empty. He tried the little cupboard beneath the stairs. Empty.
It would have been impossible for Yami to pass him if he had gone upstairs, but Joey checked anyway. All the bedrooms and bathroom were empty.
"What the hell?"
He was a little bit spooked, and a little bit guilty. If he didn't find Yami soon, naked or no, Yugi would return home demanding an explanation. And Joey didn't have one.
At all.
He picked up the books and left them by the front door, thinking them to be for some yard sale. Then he returned to the pile of discarded attire. Joey couldn't exactly just leave them here. So he started gathering them up into his arms.
Something a little heavier fell down one of the arm sleeves and landed on the tiled flooring. And it didn't make a metallic sound like that of a falling accessory part. Joey peered at it, and when he had, he drew back violently, his back hitting the table. The table in turn jerked heavily and left a mark on the floor below its feet.
He dropped the clothes, dropped everything and nearly went to stand and run. But he had to take a closer look. What he had just seen couldn't have been real. No, no!
He hadn't had any dope, he was sure. And he had only drunk one beer! He couldn't be hallucinating so badly!
So he took another look with great fear as if he was peering down into the maw of a tyrannosaur.
Even as he looked again, eyes filling with the image of a little man, his brain was screaming denials, dissents! But his eyes still saw.
There, before him was Yami lying sprawled on the floor. Naked.
Only, he was doll sized.
TBC?