Windswift: (glares at Fanfiction) I don't know why this is so messed up,
but if anyone can tell me how to fix it, please do! It messed up the
quotation marks, and I used a LOT of those!
Malik is 3, Isis is 7, and Rishid is 12. If Rishid doesn't really sound like he's twelve, we'll blame it on the fact that he's such a serious person. I also know little or nothing about their underground home and early childhood, so . . . creative liberties! ^^
Note: When little Malik talks, r's and l's become w's, and there are some other letter chances, but those are the main two. Hopefully all of you will be able to figure out what I've typed ^^
Windswift: I did this all in one day, aren't you proud of me?
Chibi Malik: Um . . . yes?
Muse: Smart chibi, ne?
Windswift: Who's doing the disclaimer . . . ?
Chibi Bakura: Mawik is!!!
Chibi Malik: Sanks a wot, Batuwa . . .
Chibi Bakura: ^^ You'we wewcome!
Chibi Malik: (blinks cutely with big chibi lavender eyes) Pwease don't sue Windswif', cause she doesn't wike that, an' she's jus' bowwowing us. She knows she doesn't own us!
Minna-san: Awwwwwww. . . . .
Chibi Malik: (blinks cutely, all confused) What?
Chibi Bakura: (snickers)
Chibi Ryou: ON WIV DA FIC!!!
((+)~
Only For A Sibling
"Wishid!"
The whisper was urgent, as urgent as the little tugging on his robe. Serious golden eyes met wide lavender.
"Can I hide wiv you, pwease?"
Strong tanned arms pulled the source of the whispers into the corner behind him, feeling the little one tuck himself away in the folds of his robes.
"Sank'ou," came the soft response.
Hidden in the protective shadows of his corner by a door and chest, he kept his breathing slow and even, golden eyes watching intently the rest of the room.
The soft sound of footsteps grew closer.
There was a gentle, insistent poking on the back of his leg.
"What?" he asked, more mouthing the question that making sound.
"Ssh, Wishid, she's coming cwoser!" The disapproving lavender glare stared wrathfully up at the golden eyes, which were twinkling with held-back laughter.
The footsteps stopped, and everything was silent except for the little one's suddenly noisy breathing.
"A-HA!" The door flew shut, revealing Isis' bright blue eyes, shining in triumph, and also laying bare the hiding place.
Rishid moved out of the corner, letting himself be tagged "it" repeatedly by his sister. Malik, however, was still in the corner, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, muttering to himself, "She can't see me, she can't see me, I can't see her, so she can't see me . . ." Both Isis and Rishid blinked.
She poked Malik in the chest. "I can still hear you."
"Nuh uh!" he argued, opening his eyes and pointing a finger childishly at Rishid. "It was him bein' so noisy, Wishid gave me 'way!"
Isis crossed her arms, pouting. "You two can't hide together, it's not as much fun!"
Malik put his hands on his hips, closed his eyes, and stuck out his tongue, impishly mimicking his older sister. Isis did the same, though adding a "nyehhh!" for good measure.
Rishid chuckled as he watched the proceedings.
"Rishi-id," Isis whined.
"No!" Malik yelped, attaching himself to his brother's leg. "He's wiv me. Wiiiiight?" He looked up at Rishid, blinking cutely with big, adorable, lavender eyes.
Rishid winked at Isis. "Oh, I think I have a fair plan."
Malik's eyes grew wide. "You'we 'apposed to be on _my_ side!"
"No, because only one person can be it." He prodded Malik's nose with a finger. "And that's you."
"Sanks for nofing . . . ." Malik grumbled.
Isis grinned. "Thank you, Rishid!"
Malik put his hands over his eyes and began loudly.
"One, two . . ." he peeked quickly between his fingers, "free, fouw . . ." he peeked again, wondering why Isis hadn't moved yet. "Five . . ."
Isis pulled his hand away. "Malik! This isn't hide-and-go-peek! Now play right!"
"But I is onwy wittle . . ." he defended.
"Malik, you can't cheat!" She stomped her foot for emphasis.
He covered his eyes again, huffing, "Fine, take aww a the fun outta it." [Reminds me of Chibi Me ^^]
Malik began counting again sullenly, this time to himself. However, Rishid was in another room, and didn't hear him start.
"One, two, free, fouw-"
"Malik, will you stop pouting and start counting!"
"I IS WHEN YOU PEOPWE STOP IN'EWWUPTING ME!"
" . . . ."
"ONE!
"TWO!
"FREE!
"FOUW!
"FIVE!
"SIX!
"SEVEN!
"EIGHT!
"NINE!
"TEN!
"Weady owr not, hewe I come!" [Definitely Chibi Me ^^]
Malik took his hands off his eyes.
"Hewwo-o. . . ." He searched behind and under the furniture in the room, but found nothing.
He started wandering the hallway, peeking in doors for likely rooms to search. He spun around a bit, trying to listen for any sounds.
"Whewe awe you guys hiding?"
He thought he heard somebody behind him.
"It's so quiet," he murmured to himself.
Malik turned around to where he'd though he'd heard the noise.
The room was really, really dark, and he couldn't remember what it had been used for.
He poked his head in, nervously brushing some of his golden blond hair out of his face.
"Isis?" he whispered. "Wishid?"
He stepped inside cautiously, trying hard to see _anything_ in the depths of the darkness.
Malik whimpered softly. "I'm scawed, you can come out now."
Nobody answered.
"Hewwo . . . ?" His voice quavered, close to tears.
He crouched down, wrapping his arms around his legs. "Somebody come find me. . . ." he cried.
~*~*~*~
Isis had switched her hiding place three times so far, trying to make it easier, but now she was getting bored sitting behind a sofa, letting her feet stick out obviously.
She jumped up as Rishid poked his head in the doorway.
"Did he find you?"
Rishid shook his head. "I haven't seen or heard anything of him. And it's been too long, even considering it _is_ Malik looking for us."
"Little silly, he probably got bored and went off to do something else without telling us he was quitting," grumbled Isis.
"We'll most likely find him wandering near the kitchen, trying to sneak something to eat." He started down the hall, but turned back when he didn't find Isis following him.
"Owww. . . . my foot fell asleep . . ." She began stomping her foot viciously, trying to wake it up. Her black hair bounced across her shoulders as she hopped vigorously about.
Rishid turned and bent down. "Come, get on."
Isis climbed onto his back so that she was riding pig-a-back. [I think that's what it's actually called . . . don't blame me, talk to my British authors.] "Thank you, Rishid," she murmured in his ear, resting her head on his shoulder. Rishid grunted in response and began walking down the hallway once more.
About halfway to the kitchen, Rishid suddenly stopped.
"Do you hear that?"
Isis slid off his back and listened. "Not really."
"It sounds like sobbing," he muttered, looking suspiciously at a dark doorway towards the end of the hall. "I'll give you three guesses as to who, now let's go see if we're right."
Isis ran into the room, calling. "Malik?"
The sobbing abruptly half-stopped, and a pair of wet lavender eyes gazed up, catching the light coming into the room from the hallway.
"I-isis?"
She wrapped her arms around him (not being able to pick him up) and led him out of the room. "Shhsh, stop crying, it's okay now."
Upon seeing Rishid, Malik struggled out of her arms and ran over to him, delivering him a sharp kick in the ankle, or at least as sharp a kick as a three-year-old is capable of doing.
"You didn't come find me!" he pouted, crossing his arms and sticking out his lower lip, silently admonishing the older boy with his watery eyes and tear-streaked cheeks.
A mischievous glint showed in Rishid's golden eyes as he turned his own pouting face on Malik.
"I think it was _you_ who didn't come find _me_."
Malik pondered over that quietly. "You awen't gonna kick me back, awe you?"
"Nope," Rishid shook his head.
Malik gave a loud sigh of relief.
"I'm going to tickle you!" he exclaimed, pouncing on the little boy.
Malik squirmed around in his grasp. "H-hey, stop th-that! I s-said, st- stop! ISIS! Hewp me!!!"
Giggling, Isis tackled Rishid and started tickling him, pining him to the ground. Newly freed, Malik joined in the torture.
"I su-surrender!" Rishid gasped.
Malik sat on his captive's stomach, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Is you sowwy?"
"Yes."
"Weawwy sowwy?"
"Oh, yes, very."
"Otay!" Malik climbed off Rishid. "Oh, anover thing, Wishid."
"What?"
Malik gave an impish grin, lavender eyes sparkling.
"You'we it."
((+)~
Awwww, so kawaii!!! And here I was thinking I'd never find a way to do all three of them ^^ I think it turned out good.
Chibi Malik: (uses chibi eyes) pwease weview!
Malik is 3, Isis is 7, and Rishid is 12. If Rishid doesn't really sound like he's twelve, we'll blame it on the fact that he's such a serious person. I also know little or nothing about their underground home and early childhood, so . . . creative liberties! ^^
Note: When little Malik talks, r's and l's become w's, and there are some other letter chances, but those are the main two. Hopefully all of you will be able to figure out what I've typed ^^
Windswift: I did this all in one day, aren't you proud of me?
Chibi Malik: Um . . . yes?
Muse: Smart chibi, ne?
Windswift: Who's doing the disclaimer . . . ?
Chibi Bakura: Mawik is!!!
Chibi Malik: Sanks a wot, Batuwa . . .
Chibi Bakura: ^^ You'we wewcome!
Chibi Malik: (blinks cutely with big chibi lavender eyes) Pwease don't sue Windswif', cause she doesn't wike that, an' she's jus' bowwowing us. She knows she doesn't own us!
Minna-san: Awwwwwww. . . . .
Chibi Malik: (blinks cutely, all confused) What?
Chibi Bakura: (snickers)
Chibi Ryou: ON WIV DA FIC!!!
((+)~
Only For A Sibling
"Wishid!"
The whisper was urgent, as urgent as the little tugging on his robe. Serious golden eyes met wide lavender.
"Can I hide wiv you, pwease?"
Strong tanned arms pulled the source of the whispers into the corner behind him, feeling the little one tuck himself away in the folds of his robes.
"Sank'ou," came the soft response.
Hidden in the protective shadows of his corner by a door and chest, he kept his breathing slow and even, golden eyes watching intently the rest of the room.
The soft sound of footsteps grew closer.
There was a gentle, insistent poking on the back of his leg.
"What?" he asked, more mouthing the question that making sound.
"Ssh, Wishid, she's coming cwoser!" The disapproving lavender glare stared wrathfully up at the golden eyes, which were twinkling with held-back laughter.
The footsteps stopped, and everything was silent except for the little one's suddenly noisy breathing.
"A-HA!" The door flew shut, revealing Isis' bright blue eyes, shining in triumph, and also laying bare the hiding place.
Rishid moved out of the corner, letting himself be tagged "it" repeatedly by his sister. Malik, however, was still in the corner, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, muttering to himself, "She can't see me, she can't see me, I can't see her, so she can't see me . . ." Both Isis and Rishid blinked.
She poked Malik in the chest. "I can still hear you."
"Nuh uh!" he argued, opening his eyes and pointing a finger childishly at Rishid. "It was him bein' so noisy, Wishid gave me 'way!"
Isis crossed her arms, pouting. "You two can't hide together, it's not as much fun!"
Malik put his hands on his hips, closed his eyes, and stuck out his tongue, impishly mimicking his older sister. Isis did the same, though adding a "nyehhh!" for good measure.
Rishid chuckled as he watched the proceedings.
"Rishi-id," Isis whined.
"No!" Malik yelped, attaching himself to his brother's leg. "He's wiv me. Wiiiiight?" He looked up at Rishid, blinking cutely with big, adorable, lavender eyes.
Rishid winked at Isis. "Oh, I think I have a fair plan."
Malik's eyes grew wide. "You'we 'apposed to be on _my_ side!"
"No, because only one person can be it." He prodded Malik's nose with a finger. "And that's you."
"Sanks for nofing . . . ." Malik grumbled.
Isis grinned. "Thank you, Rishid!"
Malik put his hands over his eyes and began loudly.
"One, two . . ." he peeked quickly between his fingers, "free, fouw . . ." he peeked again, wondering why Isis hadn't moved yet. "Five . . ."
Isis pulled his hand away. "Malik! This isn't hide-and-go-peek! Now play right!"
"But I is onwy wittle . . ." he defended.
"Malik, you can't cheat!" She stomped her foot for emphasis.
He covered his eyes again, huffing, "Fine, take aww a the fun outta it." [Reminds me of Chibi Me ^^]
Malik began counting again sullenly, this time to himself. However, Rishid was in another room, and didn't hear him start.
"One, two, free, fouw-"
"Malik, will you stop pouting and start counting!"
"I IS WHEN YOU PEOPWE STOP IN'EWWUPTING ME!"
" . . . ."
"ONE!
"TWO!
"FREE!
"FOUW!
"FIVE!
"SIX!
"SEVEN!
"EIGHT!
"NINE!
"TEN!
"Weady owr not, hewe I come!" [Definitely Chibi Me ^^]
Malik took his hands off his eyes.
"Hewwo-o. . . ." He searched behind and under the furniture in the room, but found nothing.
He started wandering the hallway, peeking in doors for likely rooms to search. He spun around a bit, trying to listen for any sounds.
"Whewe awe you guys hiding?"
He thought he heard somebody behind him.
"It's so quiet," he murmured to himself.
Malik turned around to where he'd though he'd heard the noise.
The room was really, really dark, and he couldn't remember what it had been used for.
He poked his head in, nervously brushing some of his golden blond hair out of his face.
"Isis?" he whispered. "Wishid?"
He stepped inside cautiously, trying hard to see _anything_ in the depths of the darkness.
Malik whimpered softly. "I'm scawed, you can come out now."
Nobody answered.
"Hewwo . . . ?" His voice quavered, close to tears.
He crouched down, wrapping his arms around his legs. "Somebody come find me. . . ." he cried.
~*~*~*~
Isis had switched her hiding place three times so far, trying to make it easier, but now she was getting bored sitting behind a sofa, letting her feet stick out obviously.
She jumped up as Rishid poked his head in the doorway.
"Did he find you?"
Rishid shook his head. "I haven't seen or heard anything of him. And it's been too long, even considering it _is_ Malik looking for us."
"Little silly, he probably got bored and went off to do something else without telling us he was quitting," grumbled Isis.
"We'll most likely find him wandering near the kitchen, trying to sneak something to eat." He started down the hall, but turned back when he didn't find Isis following him.
"Owww. . . . my foot fell asleep . . ." She began stomping her foot viciously, trying to wake it up. Her black hair bounced across her shoulders as she hopped vigorously about.
Rishid turned and bent down. "Come, get on."
Isis climbed onto his back so that she was riding pig-a-back. [I think that's what it's actually called . . . don't blame me, talk to my British authors.] "Thank you, Rishid," she murmured in his ear, resting her head on his shoulder. Rishid grunted in response and began walking down the hallway once more.
About halfway to the kitchen, Rishid suddenly stopped.
"Do you hear that?"
Isis slid off his back and listened. "Not really."
"It sounds like sobbing," he muttered, looking suspiciously at a dark doorway towards the end of the hall. "I'll give you three guesses as to who, now let's go see if we're right."
Isis ran into the room, calling. "Malik?"
The sobbing abruptly half-stopped, and a pair of wet lavender eyes gazed up, catching the light coming into the room from the hallway.
"I-isis?"
She wrapped her arms around him (not being able to pick him up) and led him out of the room. "Shhsh, stop crying, it's okay now."
Upon seeing Rishid, Malik struggled out of her arms and ran over to him, delivering him a sharp kick in the ankle, or at least as sharp a kick as a three-year-old is capable of doing.
"You didn't come find me!" he pouted, crossing his arms and sticking out his lower lip, silently admonishing the older boy with his watery eyes and tear-streaked cheeks.
A mischievous glint showed in Rishid's golden eyes as he turned his own pouting face on Malik.
"I think it was _you_ who didn't come find _me_."
Malik pondered over that quietly. "You awen't gonna kick me back, awe you?"
"Nope," Rishid shook his head.
Malik gave a loud sigh of relief.
"I'm going to tickle you!" he exclaimed, pouncing on the little boy.
Malik squirmed around in his grasp. "H-hey, stop th-that! I s-said, st- stop! ISIS! Hewp me!!!"
Giggling, Isis tackled Rishid and started tickling him, pining him to the ground. Newly freed, Malik joined in the torture.
"I su-surrender!" Rishid gasped.
Malik sat on his captive's stomach, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Is you sowwy?"
"Yes."
"Weawwy sowwy?"
"Oh, yes, very."
"Otay!" Malik climbed off Rishid. "Oh, anover thing, Wishid."
"What?"
Malik gave an impish grin, lavender eyes sparkling.
"You'we it."
((+)~
Awwww, so kawaii!!! And here I was thinking I'd never find a way to do all three of them ^^ I think it turned out good.
Chibi Malik: (uses chibi eyes) pwease weview!