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The Enchantment in Family
Chapter 1
Potatoes and Guinea Pigs
"You have to see this!" Mokuba insisted for the fiftieth time since he had called the newly made friend and let him into his home. "It is so awesome!" He bounced through the foyer for more emphasis besides his already exuberant tone.
The slender Egyptian sighed, "If it's so awesome, why don't you show me already?" Malik shifted his stance to keep his excitement from shining through.
Ever since the smaller boy had forgiven him for everything that happened, and befriended him to the level of best-friends, he couldn't help but allow the younger Kaiba's bouncy demeanor rub off on him. He couldn't help but be excited when he was. So when he received an extra excited phone call from the usually "high on life" boy he didn't hesitate to flee his Brownstone home in upper Domino, to the more lavish mansion on the outskirts of town.
"Okay, okay," Mokuba took a deep breath getting a better grip on his anticipation before he imploded. He closed his eyes and reopened them; his body language was calmer but his eyes still danced with enthusiasm, "Follow me Malik."
The taller teen followed the boy down through the halls of the illustrious Kaiba mansion. Malik didn't really know where anything was in the house besides the obvious: Mokuba's bedroom, Kaiba's bedroom, the bathroom on the two levels, the kitchen which automatically meant the dining room, the game room, the living room, and the foyer.
His eyes scanned the walls and floors of the mansion. Kaiba's icy touch was everywhere; whether it was the sterile smell of the freshly cleaned glossy floors, doors that only locked and unlocked by codes and keycards, or perhaps the plaques on random doors to tell of the room's use; you could easily tell Seto Kaiba resided in these halls.
Finally Mokuba came to a door, unmarked, and swiftly typed in a code before pulling out his gold keycard and opening it up completely. He glided inside and Malik followed. The teen looked around the classic style study; it was fully done in dark woods and warm darks.
A gas fireplace with false logs lay behind the glass casing before a bear rug and nicely arranged and designed furniture. Large sets of bookcases lined the walls and his desk sat in the middle. Currently it was clean, much like the rest of the house, giving the air that the room was rarely used. When all knew, Seto Kaiba was a workaholic. Mokuba had complained to him and the others many times about his habits.
"For such a warm looking room it sure is cold in here," Malik commented as he glided through the room along with Mokuba.
He nodded, "Big brother likes to keep the house cool. Sometimes I feel like I live in a hospital you know?" He kneeled down in front of the shelves and found the book he was looking for. After pressing it in, it swung out and demanded a hand print and code.
Mokuba pulled out an odd bag of a sort with an even odder looking glove in it and somehow put it on without actually touch it. He placed it on the screen and allowed it to scan his now covered hand. After it did so he put in the required code and the shelf rumbled before pulling out, revealing a candlelit passage.
"What the hell?!" Malik awed as he replayed the operation that just unfolded before him, "Kaiba wasn't wrong, you are sneaky."
Mokuba turned and gave him an innocent look, "I'm not sneaky…more on the level of resourceful." He gave a sly smile and motioned for him to follow.
"So where does this lead?" Malik asked as they entered the hall. There were multiple doors along the hall.
"To the garage, underground route out of the mansion, bedrooms, security room, other places; I suppose he had this installed for safety reasons, just like he does with anything else."
Mokuba continued down the hall, not phased by the dim light and cinderblock walls. Malik on the other hand, placed a hand on the wall and other on the boy's shoulder just so he wouldn't stumble over his feet. They continued down the hall and finally came to the end were another door sat. This time it asked for a DNA sample and another code. Once more the younger Kaiba pulled out his bag of tricks and placed a brunette hair on the scanner and entered the door's code.
The latch undid with a loud clank and sat slightly ajar. Mokuba had to put all of his body weight into getting the door open that Malik helped him out and had it open a lot sooner than if the boy did it alone.
"Check this out." Mokuba turned a dial on the wall and the gas lighting illuminated the room with a small hiss, slowly enveloping the room in a dull glow.
Malik stood in awe, "How long have you known about this place?"
"A couple of days," Mokuba said equally in awe. No matter how many times he saw it, it still amazed him on so many levels.
"How did you discover this place?"
"Some months after our rendezvous in Egypt, I noticed quite a few boxes were being delivered; they were different shapes and sizes but all weighed quite a bit. My birthday had passed so I took it as some new technology. However I never heard or read anything through Kaiba Corp. Some days ago I was doing the once a month security system check-up and discovered this room. This is the first time I've stepped foot in it."
The two boys wondered deeper into the room. The walls were completely covered in old books and scrolls, all organized by date and information thanks to the labels on the shelves. The tables were covered in maps, scrolls, old books, odd artifacts, and a laptop. In the center of the large room held sarcophagi, vases, jars, scale models of ancient Egypt's Alexandra, Cairo, Giza, and other surrounding countries, and other pricy artifacts.
"This place puts the exhibit to shame," Malik mumbled as he gazed at one of the glass display cases. Within it held a small jar with an even smaller head in it. The attempted to read the plaque before it and find out its origins, but he found that kind of hard with the eyes of the victim bugging out at him watching.
Mokuba wondered across the room to where a big red curtain hung down over the wall. He found a button on the wall and pressed it. A slow whir came to life and slowly slid the curtain back revealing a replica tablet of the Pharaoh and High Priest from the museum. Malik looked up when the gears buzzed and was just as shocked as Mokuba.
"But…but, Big brother doesn't believe in this stuff, does he?"
The Arab shrugged, "Maybe he's trying to make reason of it all," he responded a bit distracted. Mokuba pressed the button once more and allowed the tablet to once more be covered as he made his way over to the books, Malik followed.
"This place is extraordinary Mokuba!" His friend suddenly declared as he spotted just how old the books and scrolls were. There were even tablets. He picked up a few scrolls, his violet eyes scanning them. "These books are all probably in Arabic, Amharic, Tigrinya, and Hebrew. Not to mention these scrolls are probably in hieroglyphic, hieratic, and demotic scripts!"
"Whatever you say Malik…" Mokuba mumbled as he scanned the books as well, getting bold enough to remove a book. He was a tad nervous about touching the relics; he didn't want his brother to find out and ground him or something.
Malik's eyes lit up as he read through a scroll, "This is so exciting! Odion and Is—"
"NO!" Talking about getting grounded! Kaiba would have his head if Malik told them. "You cannot tell anyone about this place; Seto will be pissed if I were to tell anyone, he doesn't even know I know about it. So you promise you won't tell?"
Malik pondered this for a moment before giving a reluctant sigh, "Okay, I won't but they would love this place as much as I do." He continued on walking around the home museum.
Mokuba wondered over to the table that had books and maps strewn everywhere along with a few small statues and vials. He opened the only closed book and blew off the dust in on the page he opened, "Malik, come over here and tell me what this is about."
Giddy like, Malik made his way over and took the book from Mokuba. "Well let's see," he looked around the desk and found a magnifying glass. He quickly picked it up and raised it across the ancient script. "My guess is rough, for I'm not as good of a reader as Odion or especially Isis, but I'm guessing near the top here it says "Egyptian Enchantment". But that's a rough guess."
"Oooooo, enchantment?" Mokuba awed as he looked at what looked like gibberish to him. "What is it talking about?"
Malik once more scrutinized the script and smiled, "It seems as the times changed, the language obviously did, and they continued to update the books accordingly. This particular page is written in about seven different languages that I can recognize; there are more. The one I understand here is Hebrew." He read it a bit, "Well, this particular charm was birthed from Heh, "God of Infinitiy" and Heket, "Frog-goddess of Childbirth"…it's quite an odd charm." He grew silent.
Mokuba grew impatient, "Well, what does it say!?"
He looked over at the anxious gray-blue eyes, "Mmm, I don't know about this Mokuba. Isis has always warned me about the aging process of magic. Some of it fizzles away while others remain on for centuries on end. I don't want to dabble in something I'll regret; been there done that."
"But it's a charm," Mokuba went on, "don't they usually have a simple way of removing it? That prince in that one story was charmed; he simply needed true loves kiss to remove it."
Malik raised a brow, "Fairytales usually have happy endings Mokuba. They sugarcoat the truth of curses."
"Well, you didn't disagree to charms being the nicer version of cursing people."
He paused again before smiling, "I suppose I didn't and it is pretty old…okay, let's see here." He went back to reading the book before giving a small chuckle.
Mokuba contained his impatience and looked at the book, "Read what is says; sadly I'm not fluent in Hebrew like you."
"Well I'm really not…but anyway." His blonde brows rose, "This is some sort of spell that changes you, yet the translation doesn't make sense of what you turn into."
"Well what is the translation?" Mokuba asked eyeing the ancient letters.
"He is a potato with the face of a guinea pig," Malik explained. They swapped looks then busted out laughing.
Mokuba wiped the tears from his eyes, "I'm guessing you either turn into a potato or a guinea pig. You HAVE to teach me how to say that in Hebrew. Then maybe I can pull the wool over some of Seto's jerky executives."
Malik nodded, "Okay, what you say is: Ra ec y budydua fedr dra vyla uv y kiehay bek." Mokuba had a blank look on his face so he repeated himself, "Ra ec y budydua fedr dra vyla uv y kiehay bek."
"HUH!?"
"Ra ec y budydua fedr dra vyla uv y kiehay bek!"
Suddenly a small rumble started rattling the room till a full blown earthquake dominated the room. Two small statues of Heh and Heket floated over from somewhere in the room and levitated before the book, shooting a blue haze from their statues. Light shot out from the book engulfing the two boys in it.
Mokuba felt tiny needles all over his body, "MALIK WHAT DID YOU DO!?" He eyed the now angry glowing red eyes of the small artifacts.
"SHIT!" Malik grumbled as he barely made out the glowing text of the book, "I wasn't supposed to read it three times!"
The blue-white light swirled around them as they screamed for help. No one would hear them for the library was a secret thus it was soundproof. Angry winds rushed around them as they heard ancient chanting as the room continued to rattle. Malik and Mokuba were lifted from the spot in the cyclone of strong winds, ancient murmurs, and white light. The words from the book tore from the pages and swirled around them before entered their ears, screaming mouths, and panting nostrils.
The ancient text burned through their veins, shot up their spines, and nestled in their rapidly beating hearts. The intense pain slowly brought about unconsciousness as their limper growing bodies hung within the chaos.
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Let the cheerful fic commence! This will be something fun to type for I have wanted to type something happy for a while but couldn't figure out what I wanted to base it upon but now I know. So for a moment I'll be locking away my allegories of angst for fun fiction! Woot woot.
There will different languages in this fic, but I will be translating at the end of each chapter even if I did in the story just in case you were confused.
Hebrew Words:
Ra ec y budydua fedr dra vyla uv y kiehay bek – He is a potato with the face of a guinea pig
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