Seto: Standing over a very scared looking Hicky with a whip in hand Hello everyone.

Hicky: cowers and speed types

Seto: You see, today is a very special day for my lover, Witty Phantom. It's his birthday today (June 4th) and that is why decided to help Hicky along with her updating.

Hicky: Help?! I had to write this whole ting at school!

Seto: Happy Birthday love! I hope you enjoy!... And no, this isn't what I got you. wink

Trent: pissed at Seto for being in the pre-fic, and being the reason that he failed at his job Hicky doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of that stuff.

Do You Believe in Magic

The next morning Celtic was still roaming around Dark's room; he had come to be very partial to staying with his mage as much as he could. Their lovely morning, however, was interrupted by spiky-haired, self-absorbed spirit.

Celtic blinked as Yami appeared in the room, again not giving any prior notice.

Yami looked from the blinking elf to Dark. "I need you help," he said, getting a rather untrusting look from the mage. He decided to add more information to his request. "I need your magic so that Chaos can be controlled. I don't think he'll be pleased about this."

Dark nodded and got up from where he sat. He snapped his fingers and was instantly clad in his duelling attire, as it had the strongest magic resistance.

Celtic felt a little worried. He knew that Dark was a powerful mage but he had also lived through a bout of Chaos's power. He grabbed Dark by the wrist and spun him around to face him. "Dark, be careful," he begged before placing a kiss on the spell-caster's cheek.

"Of coarse I will. I have far to much to come back too," Dark whispered before he mimicked Celtic's kiss. He then turned and followed Yami out of his room and toward Chaos's.

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Celtic hung out in Dark's room for a few hours and still he had nothing to occupy himself; save for his imagination and his 'Elf-Bop'. But even his many scenarios and perfecting that one dance move couldn't keep him from boredom. Just as he was about to leave for a walk, there was a knock at the door. He looked around the room to see if anyone would answer it; although, he knew he was alone. After a few more rap-a-tap-taps on the door, Celtic went to open it.

When the door was opened he blinked down at the little monster, and big blue eyes blinked back at him. This little guy was blue, all blue; his eyes were blue; his skin was blue; even his costume was predominately blue.

The blue-skinned boy was the first to speak. He cleared his throat and asked, "excuse me, but, is Dark Magician here?"

Celtic, having a very blinky day, blinked again. He leaned back to look into the room, only to return his gaze to the boy and shake his head.

The boy hunched his shoulders in a heavy sigh. "Ooh," he whined.

"This is his room, " Celtic stated, hoping to relieve some of the youngster's distress.

Greyish-purple hair fell back into place as he lifted his head, "Oh?" But he didn't wait for the statement to be repeated. "I'm his cousin," he said proudly.

"His cousin?" Celtic asked.

"That's right. From before we were monsters... well technically he's still my cousin- I'm Mighty Mage!"

"Do you want to come in and wait for him?" Celtic asked, stepping to the side.

"Call me Magi," the little mage said as he strode into the room. "So, this is my cousin's room?" Magi asked innocently as he looked around.

"Yep, but he's out right now."

"So... if this is his room, what are you doing here?" Magi sat down in a big chair, well, big for him, and kicked his feet back and forth.

"I-I'm his... friend..." Celtic stumbled over his words, not wanting to disturb or corrupt the young mage's mind.

A smirk appeared on Magi's once innocent face, causing him to look rather sinister. "The kind of friend that does the 'naughty naughty' with him aaallllll night long?"

Now Celtic really did have something to blink at. "What?!" was all that he could get out. He was very shocked.

Magi smiled. "You know... get wild in the sack, a little fun under the sheets, a bit of hurt in the lower back the next morning." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Celtic's first impression that this boy was innocent was utterly shattered, stomped on and turned into a fine powder that quickly blew away. He now felt that he was the more innocent party. "You are far to young to be saying such thing," Celtic finally said.

"Moi?" Magi asked pointing to himself while tucking his chin against his chest and fluttering his eyelashes.

"Yes you," Celtic said.

"Oh... nonono. You see, I am thousands of years old. I can say whatever I like."

"Oh nonono," Celtic mimicked. "Your mind is as it was when you were created. And therefore you are too little to be talking about the sack."

"I am not!" Magi said, raising his voice. "I was sixteen when I was infused with magic! Only two years younger than you were!"

Celtic blinked yet again. The boy could pull off thirteen, maybe... but sixteen seemed like a stretch. "Sixteen?" Celtic asked sceptically.

"Yes, sixteen. I'm like your opposite. While you, at the age of eighteen, already had a body of a man, and a powerful warrior, I kept a slender, youthful figure."

Celtic didn't believe the young mage, and it didn't help that he had very little memory of the life that Magi was speaking of.

"You see Celtic," Magi began as he got up and made his way over to wear said elf was standing. "I know much more than many young men of sixteen... I know that my cousin made a very good choice in wanting you..." Magi was beginning to sound rather... different, and had now closed the distance between himself and his target.

Celtic stepped back two strides and eyed the young mage cautiously. Suddenly he had a theory about mages... they were all slender in body an completely sex driven.

Magi made up for the distance Celtic had created and was now standing right in front of him. Magi had to admit to himself that he was rather short but that's what he got for missing the growing years. "Like my cousin, I know a good thing when I see it..." Magi trailed off as he placed a hand on Celtic's abs and ran it up his body.

Celtic grabbed Magi's wrist tightly and pulled the mage's hand away from his chest. He looked down into Magi's eyes, but really didn't know what to think. Celtic still couldn't believe that Magi was truly the age had said he was, let alone what he was doing.

Magi caught the scepticism in Celtic's eyes and he was getting rather mad about it. "Maybe you'd understand if you looked as youthful as me!" Magi shouted angrily as he took hold of his staff and pointed it, with great purpose, at the elf.

Although he had spoken no spell, nor had he really planned to carry one out, something was indeed taking place. Once whatever happened, happened, Magi stood quite dumbfounded as he looked at a younger looking Celtic... a much, much younger looking Celtic.

Can you guess what Celtic did? Well, if you guessed blinked, then you're absolutely correct. There Celtic stood, blinking his big bright eyes a number of times, before he resorted to giggling for no apparent reason.

Magi looked at Celtic and then, very angrily, at his staff. "What's your problem?!" He yelled at said staff.

The staff, who, until then, had been shaking slightly, now responded to Magi's cry. " . ... .... . ," is what it said which was the equivalent to a confused blinking.

"Do I look like a three year old to you?!" Magi continued yelling.

The staff shook for a moment before a large sweat drop appeared on it.

Celtic, oblivious to the argument, took this opportunity to run, full tilt, into a chair. Both he and the chair went tumbling down in opposite directions. Celtic looked around and began to giggle once again.

"Great! And you made him as smart as a three year old too!" Magi yelled as he shook his staff violently. His only reply was another set of blinks.

Celtic had now meandered his way over to were Magi was fighting with a seemingly inanimate object. He then proceeded to tug at the robe that hung over the mage's shoulders.

Magi, feeling the tug, stopped shaking his staff for all it was worth, and looked down at a beaming little face. He slammed the heel of his hand into his forehead which made the little elf giggle again. Magi took Celtic, under the arms, and placed him a few meters away only to have him toddle back. The now stressed mage sighed as he picked up Celtic again and moved him further away. He hurried back to where he had been standing, and pulled off a very femme, only-a-spell-caster-would-do, move, in the attempt to turn the elf back into his true self.

Bright light surrounded Celtic and then a 'bang' sound that scared the little elf, who went fleeing back towards Magi. He grabbed on tight to the hanging material and proceeded to wipe his damp eyes and nose on it.

Magi was having trouble deciding whether he should be mad, or scared. He didn't know how to turn Celtic back and that was definitely ticking him off. And secondly, he had turned his cousin's lover into a three year old. He was getting a bit of a migraine and he sat down on the floor. He looked down as Celtic crawled into his lap and began to suck on his thumb contently.

After contemplating what had happened and what had to be done, Magi decided it would just be best to tell Dark what he had done. He was family, and that had to count for something. However, when the door to the room began to open Magi panicked. He stood up fast, causing Celtic to roll out of his lap and onto the floor. Magi scanned the room for anything to hide Celtic under. After the quick scan failed he flung off his robe and dropped it on Celtic, who began to giggle.

"Who are you?" Came a voice for the doorway and Magi turned around fast enough to cause whiplash.

"Dark Magician!" Magi cried, trying to sound excited and not let the 'please don't kill me' tone get out.

Dark cocked his head to the side in slight recognition, but he couldn't put a name to the face.

"Dark! It's Mighty Mage! You're cousin," Magi said as he stretched out his arms as if he expected a hug.

Something seemed to click within Dark's mind, as if Magi were another piece in the puzzle that was his memory. He then looked down to a giggling, moving, pile of cloth, and then, questionably, back at Magi. "And that is?" he asked pointing.

"Ummmmm... Ummmiii Gara... Umi Gara... yeah, a water type monster. A very young water type monster..." Magi said looking down at the mess of cloth that was down bumping against a table leg.

"Umi Gara hmmm? I didn't think you took care of the young ones..." Dark said as he used his magic to spin the hidden monster into a new direction.

"Yeah well-" Magi all but cringed as the little ball picked itself off the floor and wobbled over toward the older of the spell-casters.

"IwuvDauk!" came a high pitched squeal as the little body fell forward, stopping only a couple of inches from the ground, because little arms had grabbed on tightly to an ankle.

Dark grinned at the little one's silliness and looked back at his cousin. "Where's Celtic? Did he let you in?"

Magi stood up as straight as he possibly could, making him seem nervous and worried, and considering the circumstances, that was exactly how he felt. "Yeah," he started, trying to come up with some cover up story that would actually be believable. "He let me in, but then he went for a walk. Guess he trusted me not to mess up anything of yours." 'Except your lover.... I'm so dead...' he thought to himself.

"Well, I hope you haven't been waiting long... but I don't think I'm in any condition to entertain," Dark said as he kneeled down to pry the little hands off of him.

"Oh, that's okay... I need to be getting Umi back for his nap anyway. I'll come see you again though, okay?"

"That would be fine. Well, it was very nice to see you Mighty Mage, and you too Umi Gara... but I need some serious rest and relaxation," Dark smiled as Magi picked up Umi and walked out of his room. He sighed and snapped his fingers as he collapsed into bed.

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Once Magi had gone down a flight of stairs he sat down and pulled the robe away from Celtic's face. "What I'm a going to do with you?" he asked the little elf.

"Dummy!" Celtic squealed as he pushed on Magi's nose.

"Yeah, I know... I can't take care of some toddler while I try to find out how to fix this... I need to leave you with someone who can understand the magic behind this problem.... but I don't know the spell-casters of his mansion.

"Elf!" Celtic squealed again.

Magi looked at him curiously. "Don't shout," he said.

"Elf," Celtic said quieter. "Face, bue," he continued as he touched Magi's cheek. "Lallow." He tugged at his hair. He then stuck out his tongue as he made his hands into little cups on his chest.

"A blue-skinned, blond haired, female elf?" Magi asked.

Celtic nodded his head vigorously.

"I should leave you with her?"

Celtic shook his head twice as vigorously, causing slight dizziness. He stopped and giggled, only to do it again, this time for fun.

Magi grabbed the two sides of Celtic's face and held it still, though Celtic still tried to shake. "Any other spell-casters?"

Celtic attempted a nod. "skin, bue.... hair..." he thought for a moment before flailing his arms wildly. "lil coze..." Celtic squirmed out of the rest of Magi's robes and stepped onto the floor. "He like..." Celtic said as he began to try to strut... and a toddler strutting is very funny looking.

Magi looked oddly at the performance Celtic was attempting.

"Ri-too-al monter!" Celtic said, raising his voice.

"Chaos Mage!"

Celtic clapped twice.

"You want me to leave you with him?"

"NO!" Celtic screamed with a smile.

Magi sighed. "Any others?" he asked.

Celtic smiled. "DARK!"

"No," Magi said. "The blue-skinned girl or Chaos?"

Celtic squirmed and pouted for several minutes before raising his hand, with two pudgy little fingers sticking up.

"Chaos?"

Celtic nodded.

Hicky: So it appears that being looked after by his rapist is more appealing than being cared for my Mystical Elf...

Trent: looking for Seto, but he's gone Personally, I agree with him.

Hicky: Okay, fine. I wouldn't want to be looked after by her either... well, review peeps, cause I bet you all wanna know what happens when Chaos babysits Celtic!