Trent: Hicky doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If she did, this chapter would happen!!

Hicky: Read it, you'll love it!

Just Stretching the Truth

Bakura sat in the graveyard. "The Millennium Puzzle was almost mine!" He turned at a noise and saw Reaper. "ahAHHHHHHHahhhhhh!" He screamed awkwardly.

"Oh, be quiet Spirit!" Reaper said, having heard quiet enough screaming for one day.

"You! What business do you have here?" Bakura said angrily getting to his feet.

"It would be more appropriate for me to ask you that. Don't you think?" Reaper continued.

"That may be true, but it was I who asked you."

"I am the Grave's Keeper if you must know," Reaper told the white haired spirit.

"So you are not going to claim my soul and have me trapped here forever?" Bakura asked, now realizing that what he had said in the duel was a lie... he didn't care.

"Certainly not. You are a yami, I can sense it. You are an evil spirit to be sure, but a yami none the less. Tell me, who is your hikari?"

"I have no light! I have a weak and pathetic vessel," Bakura shot at Reaper. He did not want that weakling associated with him at all.

"Then who is he?" Reaper asked impatiently.

"Ryou Bakura. He looks like me, but weaker and more innocent. He's got a fruity British accent-"

That struck a cord for Reaper. "Ah, I know where your mansion is Bakura. Over there," he said pointing slightly south of west.

"My mansion?" Bakura questioned.

"The place where you're monsters live."

"Oh yes, the wimpy ones that Ryou picked up." Bakura actually quite liked some of the monsters. "I usually come down right in front of the place.... and it's not really a mansion, not like the blasted Pharaoh's!"

"Safe treading now spirit. Goodbye." Reaper flew off.

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"Ummm, Dark Magician!" Celtic said as he stared wide-eyed, then quickly turned away.

Dark stood with his purple armour in his arms. It had stayed what every size it was that Yugi wore. A slight breeze came by and Dark realized how little he was wearing. He practically threw the shrunken outfit to where he really needed to be covered up. "Celtic...." He said as calmly as he could, not even the faintest of blushes reached his cheeks.

Celtic slowly turned, his eyes still shut tight. "Yeesss?" he asked.

"Open your eyes and come over here will you." Dark could see that Celtic was slightly, very uncomfortable.

Celtic opened one eyes cautiously, and then the other. He started walking towards Dark.

"Oooooh," Kuriboh screeched as he flew around. "Nice ass!" He flew off quickly.

Dark did start to blush then. "Celtic, undo your cloak will you?" After Celtic had done his Dark gave him his next task. "Now, will you please wrap it around me?"

Celtic gulped slightly, but did what he was asked. He had to lean slightly around Dark so that he could grab the corner of his cloak with his other hand. He saw just what Kuriboh was talking about. His went to lick his lips but quickly withdrew his tongue. He grabbed the cloaked and wrapped it around Dark's waist.

"Thank you," Dark said taking the cloak from Celtic's hands and dropping his armour from under it. His blush had disappeared. "Now, I'll need you're help with that," he said pointing to the purple heap. "Will, you just pick that up and follow me?"

"O-okay," Celtic said. The two of them headed back to the mansion.

Curse whispered something to Gaia.

Gaia looked at his friend in slight shock, "CURSE! I can't believe you just said that!" Curse just shrugged

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"Where are we going?" Celtic asked as he followed Dark. Looking at how his hair fell freely down his strong, slender back. 'What a dream boat,' Celtic thought to himself.

"My room," Dark said as he started up the stairs.

"Oh," Celtic said. 'Your room? Ummm.... no Celtic, you're being stupid. That is not going to happen. He probably doesn't even like you. He's probably not gay. He's got Mystical Elf falling all over him already.' He was brought back to reality when he walked right into Dark.

'Oh Gods,' Dark thought as he felt the elf's body touching his. 'Dark, what the hell. What did I tell you about having those thoughts when he right there!?'

"Sorry," Celtic said taking a couple steps back. "I was off thinking."

"That's fine, no harm done."

"Oh, actually, I think my armour scratched you."

"Where?" Dark asked hoping he would get the result he was aiming for.

"Right here," Celtic said as he ran his finger along the three inch scratch his armour had made.

Dark's eye fluttered slightly. "Oh, well, it doesn't hurt. Don't worry about it." Dark released the magic lock on his room and opened the door. He went in and stood aside so that Celtic could enter as well.

"You have a magic lock on your room?" Celtic asked.

"Yeah, just in case. It's a really simple one though. Any spell-caster could crack it."

"Oh, then why have it?"

"Because only spell-casters can crack it, and there aren't that many in Master Yugi and Yami's deck," Dark explained.

"Okay."

Dark closed the door and went over to his cupboards. "What to wear, what to wear?... Oh, Celtic, just give me a second, have a seat somewhere."

Celtic just sat down. He watched Dark searching, first with one hand, then with two. He looked away when the cloak started the slide down.

Dark grabbed a shirt and some boxers. He knew he'd have to put the armour back on for a final fitting, so there was no point in wearing a whole lot of clothes. He put on the two garments and threw the cloak back at the elf, hitting him right in the side of his head.

"Hey!" Celtic shrieked. "That's what you're wearing?"

"There's a point, you'll see."

'No Celtic, bad thoughts, no!' He thought to himself.

"So what do I need to do now?" Celtic asked looking at the miniature armour he still held.

"We're going to stretch this back out and I needed an extra pair of hands," Dark explained as he took the armour from the elf.

"Will it just stretch?" Celtic asked.

"No, you'll need to use magic."

"But I don't know magic."

"I know you don't, give me your hands," Dark put down the armour and took Celtic's hands in his. He began giving them some magical abilities.

Celtic looked at his hands as they seemed to light up along with Dark's. It was an odd feeling, receiving magic. It was tingly and made his hands warm. After about five minutes Dark released Celtic's hands.

"There we go. Now, let's get to work on this catastrophe," He said picking up the armour again. "Here, you can work with this outer robe part," Dark said handing it to Celtic. "Just focus on what you want to do, and how much you want it to stretch. Give it a pull and the magic will do the rest." Dark went and sat on his bed to start working on his shoulder guard/breast plate.

Celtic moved over to the desk opposite the bed and hoped on. He started to work on the robes. "Hey Dark Magician-"

"Call me Dark," he said, not looking up from his work.

"Oh, um, Dark then... hehe, still sounds weird."

"It wouldn't if you said it more often."

Celtic pondered for a moment. "I guess you're right... but, I was gonna ask, why did only your armour shrink?"

"It didn't shrink, well it did, but it went to Yugi's size, which seems to be a child's small... isn't he fifteen?" Dark started to answer but ended up getting distracted.

"Yeah, I think so. He's a midget or something. You know, Yami's pretty short too."

"Yeah he is. Anyway, about your question... I don't really know why it didn't return to it's normal size."

"Everyone's else did," Celtic said. He was constantly looking up from his work. He noticed Dark had moved onto his helmet.

"I think that they were all pretty much the same size as their masters so there wasn't much change to be done in the first place."

"Oh.... you're really fast," Celtic said looking up yet again.

Dark looked up too, checking to see how far Celtic had got. "That's because you keep looking up, you have to pay attention to what you're doing. And also, I'm a skilled mage. You're just a fumbling elven warrior," he chuckled a bit.

"Heh! That's not nice!"

"Pay attention."

Celtic started seriously working on the robe. By the time he was done Dark was ready for the first fitting.

Dark turned around and sat on the edge of his bed, farthest from the elf. He pulled off his boxers and started to yank on the one piece body suit.

"You don't wear underwear in that?!" Celtic asked astonished.

He turned his head, "Are you watching me?" he asked.

Celtic blushed slightly, "Ummm, I guess I was." He turned away.

"Well, no, I don't. This thing is thick leather... it just makes my boxers bunch up. And I wasn't going to walk around in something tight and skimpy with you here, and I'm not going to go put some on now, so I'm going commando, okay?" Dark didn't really care that Celtic had asked, his shirt was long enough to cover anything the elf might have seen otherwise.

"Oh, okay then. I didn't really need that much description," Celtic said trying to force away the blush.

".... arg... come on!..... there we go... finished." Dark stood up. "Oww."

"Too tight?" Celtic asked, figuring it was safe to look.

"Yep, especially right here," he said slapping his ass.

Celtic's eyes went larger as Dark did this, then went back to normal. "Yeah, looks good," he said, thinking it was too quiet for Dark to hear.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"Ummm, nothing!" Celtic said hurriedly.

"Well, get over here. I can't stretch it properly with it on so you'll have too," Dark gestured with his hand for Celtic to come.

Celtic gulped and hopped off the desk. "Okay," he said trying to hide how nervous he was. It took him a while to actually be able to get a hold of the leather before he could stretch it. It really was tight. He pulled a couple of times until it was almost perfect.

Dark was having the hardest time controlling himself. Sure he had brought it all upon himself, but he figured it was worth it. 'Gods, yes! Ahhh!' Dark forced his breath to stay stoic. Dark knew that Celtic had almost finished, and his devilish mind came up with a quick plan.

Celtic went to stretch the leather one last time, he pulled slightly but this time he guess he pulled a bit too hard as Dark had seemed to lose his balance. Without realizing it his hand's went to catch Dark, but being so close to him to begin with, they really couldn't go anywhere. They ended up open palm, and both on Dark's behind.

"Ummm, Celtic?" Dark said pretending to be a little surprised. He stayed where he was, not making any effort to get up.

"Ahh........" Celtic realized just where his hands were and moved them quickly. This time Dark really did fall and Celtic caught him under his arms and straighten him up. "Come on Dark. Work with me here! How does that feel?"

"It feels great," Dark said talking about something else entirely.

"Good, so we done?"

"Not quite." Dark put his foot up on the edge of the bed and started up the leg, making little stretches here and there. He did the other leg and then turned to Celtic again. "Do my arms, will you?"

"Sure," Celtic said as he started at the wrist of one and worked up. He focused on what he was doing, but had a odd feeling like Dark was watching him. It reminded him of another feeling he had had. He did the other arm and stepped back. "There, that good?"

"Very... just a few more things to do," he said as his hands went down his chest and torso. They went down his abs and then lower.

Celtic was watching but turned away again. Blushing again, as he imagined where Dark's hands were moving to.

"Now, let's get that robe you worked on over here."

"Oh," Celtic went over and grabbed the robe, and brought it back to Dark. "Here you go."

Dark pulled on the robe and was actually surprised at how perfectly it fit. "You did an amazing job on this!"

"Heh, thanks."

Dark then put on his outer armour and helmet. "Feels good." He did a few duelling moves, and some not-so-duelling moves. "Great, I think it's better than it was before.... now for the staff....."

"You can stretch a staff?" Celtic asked.

"No, but I don't need to. With the armour the proportions were totally messed up, but the staff really did just shrink to about forty per cent of its original size."

"Forty per cent?"

"Well, look at it... it looks like a toy or something..." Dark chanted a quick spell and the staff returned to it's normal size.

Hicky: You have to review this chapter for my sake!

Trent: They are going to be so mad that they didn't get together...

Hicky: I know! But I have so much more stuff I need them to do before they get together.

Trent: What's that feeling that Celtic had... that he said reminded him of something?

Hicky: When Dark was watching him through the spell... same feeling.

Trent: Oh.

Dark: No one wants any of my drawings. They really are pretty good.... Just ask... Hicky has copies....