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Here we are peeps! The one inspiration that brought me back from the brink of ending this behemoth of stories! Let's see what my brain's got for me these few chapters. I present to you guys…
Night at the Museum, Chibi Style, part one:
Ishizu's Night Job
A week after the fiasco of Chibi War one, life seemed a little slow now that they were constantly monitored, placed into lockdown, and grounded at the exact same time.
All of the chibies were sitting around in the living room, most of them staring up at the ceiling.
"How wong has it been?" Jun asked, tossing a Rasengan ball in his hands.
"Thiwty minutes…" Senkouru replied, rolling over to his side, facing the couch and taking a nap.
"Onwy?! It feews wike ouws!" Janku complained.
"Fow dawgs, time passes swowwy…I tot you new dat." Saito commented, leaning against the leg of a chair.
"Oh shaddup!"
In the Mansion's Surveillance Room, Seto was looking at them, deep azure eyes unblinkingly locked on the monitor.
A few knocks on the door sounded off, and without looking away, Seto allowed entry.
Mokuba crept into the room. "Ne, nii-sama…" He started off. "Don't you think that is a little harsh? I mean…yeah they almost trashed the place, but those things can be repaired right?"
"They have to learn discipline." Seto replied. "I know property is replaceable, but should this go on unleashed, who knows what'll happen? They might get injured, killed or worse, discovered. My long absences have already alerted the media, and if they know that I have been neglecting my job to play babysitter then 7 years of work goes down the drain."
The raven kid took at step back at this. Mokuba looked down, sighed and looked straight into his brother's eyes.
"You sound like him again." He said simply.
That struck a nerve. "I do not." He snapped.
"Do so! I thought this wouldn't happen anymore but it is now!"
"Keep that mouth shut or else I'll put you into lockdown with them! Do you want that?!"
At the last outburst, Seto looked away, but didn't have to look to know Mokuba just ran away from the room.
After a while, he rested his head in his hand.
'He's right you know.'
Seto glared at a spot over his shoulder. 'Don't you start with me...'
'It is the truth…when you get angry…you sound like him…'
'You don't even know who he is!'
'Yes I do. And I know how much you hate to hear his name.'
'Have you been memory digging?'
'You won't give me any other choice.'
'Don't make me call an exorcist! That would be too much for my reputation! Now get out!'
Silence came from the other end, but even a moron would notice that the door just closed on its own.
Afterwards, Seto banged his fist against the table and whipped out his cell phone. After pressing a few keys, Figure .09 by Linkin Park started playing on it.
'He's like a disease…I can almost feel it spreading…and I can't do anything about it.' He said to himself.
Mokuba entered his room to find it completely dim. "Mikagi, turn on the lights." He said glumly.
Instantly, the lights were flipped on and Mikagi was curled up on top of Mokuba's bookshelf, a good six feet off the ground.
"Sib trouble?" He asked in a drawl.
Mokuba looked up at him. He still wore his modern clothes, but his catlike features returned. He noticed that Mikagi's tail was within reach of the switch, and assumed that he used his tail to flip them on.
"How'd you guess?" Mokuba asked back, flopping down onto his beanbag next to the bookshelf.
"It was dead obvious. And plus I was just talking to Set." Mikagi said simply, leaping off the bookshelf smoothly and landing on all fours. "He said that Seto's not that thrilled either."
"Oh? How do you figure?"
"You can talk to him yourself. He's in this room."
Mokuba shifted in his beanbag, and looked at the bookshelf. He reached up for a pair of yellow tinted sunglasses and a pair of headphones and slipped them on. With them, he saw Set just leaning against the bare wall next to him, looking down at the floor.
"Set, is it really true?" he asked.
"Yes it is so." Set replied, not looking at him. "He is, how you say, 'beating himself up' for his actions before."
"So…he didn't mean it?"
"I am not sure…"
Mokuba shifted in his beanbag again, staring up at the ceiling.
"You know…I think I know a way for him to snap out of it." He heard Mikagi say.
"How so?"
"Let him have the time of his life, away from the pressure of the paparazzi."
"And how'd that be done?"
Mikagi leaped over to the top of the bookshelf again, just above Mokuba, and fingered the lock around his neck.
"Take this off, and I swear your brother will be just fine by tomorrow."
"Oh no, you tricking me into setting you free. Do not think so!"
At that Mokuba jumped off the beanbag and walked towards the door. Mikagi leaped off and landed right in front of him. "Think about it Mokie…I can bring your brother back from the dark side. So the past 7 years will seem like a dream. What do you say?"
"I say move. You are not getting that collar off, you spoiled little tabby."
With that said, he pushed past the Kami-let and stomped out the door.
"Come on Mokie…think about it!" Mikagi called from his room.
'I can't believe him…'
Mokuba walked down the corridor until he passed a phone that just rang. He picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Mokuba, it's me Ishizu. I was hoping to talk to your brother, but he isn't picking up. Listen, If he would let me, It would be my pleasure if I could let him rest from chibi care and I could take them to the museum while it's closed…"
Part two coming up! Sorry if it sounded like an angst one, but I thought it would be a good idea to make it look like a real movie! Anyway, trilogy!
