One day, I found myself wondering what Brago would look like as a six-year old, and it grew from there. So, I got an idea, and am beginning to write it.

Okay, fanfiction-readers… Here are some notes:

1) I'm an inexperienced writer….. So this'll suck. Bad. Please excuse any OOCness….

2) I made up maybe one or two small facts about the Mushrooms of Time. Like the off-season.

3) Anything that sounds really, really, really weird is probably an inside joke that I couldn't help throwing in.

4) I like repeating words… I can stop, if you threaten me with pitchforks/chainsaws/your mamono/blackmail/flamethrowers/furbies/machine guns ect.

5) Irrelevant Question: Do you know anyone/know anyone who knows anyone that was abducted by aliens? I may explain later.

6) I know that was retarded…. But if anyone has any suggestions… I'd really like hear them.

7) I'll probably use mostly Japanese names, unless I feel like using the English one… I'll stick to one version of the name with one character, but… hey… There are just ways I feel more comfortable spelling the names.

8) And this is before Zophise goes bye-bye. Got it?

Now, for the main attraction!

I don't own Konjiki no Gash Bell or the Mushrooms of Time.

Two miserable, miserable, miserable weeks had passed since the incident. But whether they had been miserable or not depended on whom you asked.

For Brago, they had been worse than hell. Far, far worse. Why, may you ask?

On a trip hunting a mamono in a forest, the duo had settled down by their fire after an easy victory. Sherry was half starving. She hadn't eaten in a few days, maybe almost a week, and it showed.

Though it had been late at night, Brago told her they had rested long enough; she had passed out earlier and he had to carry her on his back. Wasn't that sleep? (She had been able to walk a good deal off of the battle field, but then…) However, Sherry didn't have enough energy to stand.

So, Brago had gone out and found her a single mushroom, only 6 centimeters tall. Sherry, however, did not accept it, saying it might be poisonous. After a long "It is not" and "It probably is" argument, Sherry dared her partner to eat it. Being rather angry at her refusal to eat, Brago put it in his mouth and swallowed without chewing, not caring to taste the disgusting human food.

As soon as it had passed down his throat, he felt his heart thump… and he strarted shrinking. A weirdo guide had jumped out and told him the effects, and treated Sherry to some instant ramen from a thermos.

Brago couldn't believe it. He had turned into a small child because of a mushroom. And according to the weird human guide, they wouldn't grow for another ten months due to an off-season. He had eaten the last one… He could probably finish the stupid battle for king by then, as the numbers had dropped so fast. He could NOT go back to the Makai a six-year-old!

Now, at Sherry's house, he had been going through hell, as all of the maids were calling him cute, a few of the older ones even pinched his cheeks. And he always thought that was a stereotype…

Even Sherry had, at times, told him he was adorable… Torture. Damn cuteness, he scolded in his head. And, now in the body of a six-year old child, he was weak! His physical strength was pathetic! That, for him, was the worst part of it.

Sherry had been enjoying the last two weeks, due to the now-cuteness of her partner. His once frightening dark glares now looked more like pouting, and she had reason to believe his six-year-old body was now making him need to sleep a just a little… She had caught him yawning, and found a blanket in an incredibly small alcove in one of the house's many libraries. He also had trouble adjusting to his size, it was funny when he couldn't reach the doorknobs so he could go in and out of the house. He had to jump, and really, really, really hated it if Sherry ever opened them for him. Sherry did always find them a little higher off the ground then at most houses…

Up to this point, Brago had been wearing Jii's cousin's best friend's daughter's son's clothing. He hated them; they were far too bright and cheery for his liking. Sherry had ordered a few outfits to be custom made for him. There weren't too many black outfits for six-year-olds, after all. At least he knew these would be the color of his choice, unless Sherry was pulling something funny.

Sherry thought that giving the mamono a bubble bath would be fun, he was so little now. He was about the size of Gash Bell, actually. In some ways, Sherry envied the bookkeepers of the younger mamono, as they didn't get a concentrated ball of darkness like Brago. They got cute children. But, Brago had been becoming just slightly nicer, slowly. Sherry liked this change, and was sure Brago would rule his world well. She would miss him, once he was gone though.

Brago walked up behind her, and called her name. "Sherry, is it time to get those new clothes at that store?" He was sick of wearing the yellow shirt and light blue pants…. How he hated the happy, happy clothing he had been forced in. At least they weren't pink, he'd rather walk around naked than wear that horrid color. He wondered why Sherry always wore pink. Well, she had a white gown, but she didn't wear it much.

"Oh! Yeah, today's Tuesday!" Sherry said, just remembering what day it was.

"Then let's go," said Brago irritably. He imagined the fun burning the set of clothes he was currently in later. Or, he at least imagined the closest thing to fun for him.

Brago never did like riding in cars. Stupid human transportation. Well, it was faster than walking, he'd give them that… He hated it more when he couldn't even see out the window the inside could be so boring, except maybe for Sherry. He needed to watch his bookkeeper, right? He was so short now. He now fully understood the plight of Gash Bell and his friends. And it was a plight that he'd have to put up for with at least ten months. Well, not if he could help it. But how…?

Sherry mildly wondered what her partner was thinking. She could sometimes tell to some extent, but not right now. He was off in his own little world, but he looked like he was pouting about something. His expressions looked so different now. It was kind of cute, really.

She tapped him on the shoulder. "You know, you look like you're pouting," she said. He'd get into a very bad mood if someone asked him if there was a problem. She could imagine an older couple asking him if he wanted some candy, and giving him an awful peppermint that had sat in the wife's purse for God knows how long... Despite him saying no. Candy… Had Brago ever had any?

Brago shot her an evil-looking glance. "What?"

Sherry said, "It's just that some people might think there's something wrong with you."

Brago always got stares in public. "So?"

"Never mind," said the human girl, turning toward the window, still pondering about Brago and candy. What would he do on a sugar high? Some strange images came into her mind there.

"Miss Sherry, we're at the mall."

"Mall?" Brago asked. He had been there once… It was not a pleasant experience. There were too many annoying humans talking about annoying human things. "The mall?"

"Yes, Brago, the mall," Sherry said. "The place we ordered your clothing from is a boutique in the mall."

She heard the mamono incomprehensibly mumble something probably not so polite about the mall. Sherry supposed she could torment her now miniscule partner more.

"We're also in a tourist town, so bunches of people will be there, it's huge." And so it was. It was probably among the biggest buildings on Earth, Brago wrongly figured. Well, he was much smaller than he normally was… The only building he had seen in the Makai bigger than this one was the King's Palace. His future home, hopefully. Hopefully? What was he thinking? Of course it'd be his future home, he'd definitely win the battle!

"Thank you very much for shopping here, ma'am," said the clerk to Sherry.

"And thank you for the custom job on such a short notice." said Sherry, giving the clerk a tip for at least three times what the clothes cost.

"Feel welcome to come back," said the woman behind the counter, smiling broadly at the large amount of money which she received.

Sherry left the store to see the mamono throwing away a peppermint from years gone past away. "Damn old humans," he said, earning the glance of a young couple walking past.

"Brago, six year olds don't use word like 'damn' and 'hell'." Sherry said, handing him the bag.

"I only look like a six year old, I'm fourteen, remember, Sherry?" he said with a glare.

Sherry didn't reply.

Brago took a look at the clothing. Black overalls, black shoes, grey socks, and a black and white striped shirt to go under it. Not bad. There was only one problem. "Why the hell is there this… thing on it?" Brago pointed towards a white smiley face on the front of the overalls.

Sherry gave him an evil grin. Evil. "Hey, I couldn't help myself, I thought it was cute," she said.

Well, it was better than what he had on… So he used a changing room in a nearby store, and chose to bear the smiley face. The outfit really wasn't all that bad.

As he walked out to join Sherry and get home from the mall, possibly his least favorite place in this world or the next, a scream of a woman filled the air. Everyone else was silent, and a woman, just younger than Sherry who stepped on her back began to talk.

"Listen here, people. Would the owner of a book like… this," he said, holding up a spell book, which was a dark purple in color, "Please step forward. Araine and I would like a good fight, you'd better be scared!"

A mamono girl with long black nails, black hair, and even darker eyes stood behind her.

"Quiet and read a spell, fool," said the mamono known as Araine. "It'll lure them out."

"Fine, fine," said the young woman, preparing to wreak havoc on the mall.

Chapter 1 is done! Review, please! If you flame, please be nice.

Bye!