Hicky: Yeah, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or anything about it. And I don't actually know that Mighty Mage is Dark's cousin. My crazy imagination came up with that.

Trent: But we heard that Dark Magician Girl is actually Dark's sister, for real, not in this fic. So all you DMG/DM lovers are incest lovers too! AHAHA....

Hicky: It's just what we heard... and plus, in this fic she's related to Dark Sage but not Dark.... And, is anyone wondering whether Chaos is still evil or if he's good now? Well, read and find out...

The Babysitter

When Magi went to pick Celtic up again the little elf squirmed until his bum hit the floor. He looked up at Magi and giggled. "Dun know way!" He shrieked.

Magi looked at the teeny-weeny warrior and contemplated what he had just said. Apparently Celtic was as smart as ever... he just couldn't express himself... but then again, did Celtic always run into chairs? He shook his head back and forth to be rid of pointless thoughts. He picked up his robe and placed it in it's proper place.

Celtic puffed out his chest, grabbed a hold of Magi's robe, and then he began to walk off dragging the mage behind him. Once Celtic had made the journey to the elevator, falling and stumbling most of the way, he reached up to press the button. He reached and he reached and he stretched on his tip-toes, but he couldn't hit the button.

Magi sighed and went to press it, only to be slap-attacked by Celtic. Magi frowned, picked up Celtic against his will, and held him in front of the button.

Celtic happily smacked the button four times and then wiggled, indicating he wanted to be put down.

Magi set Celtic back on the floor, only to have him fall on his butt, and then crawl madly into the elevator, as there was just not enough time to stand up first. Magi followed Celtic in and waited for the doors to close.

Celtic got up, grabbed Magi's hand and moved it to the buttons. "You push, you push! TWO!"

The now somewhat annoyed mage pushed the button for the second floor and up they went... well, Celtic fell over again first.

When the doors opened Celtic teetered out and down a hall, not waiting for Magi since he was sure he'd be right behind him. Celtic zigzagged his way down the hall until he found the fancy doors he was looking for, and then fell against them. He turned his face, so that his cheek was pressed against the door, to look down the hall. He pointed at the doors and waited for Magi to get there.

Magi couldn't believe how.... stupid... toddlers were. He was sure he never acted in such a manner. Magi took a breath and knocked on the doors, while Celtic leapt away from them and under his legs, hidden behind the draping fabric. Magi looked down and furrowed his brow at Celtic.

"Yes?" A very weak looking monster asked.

Magi raised his gaze to see the blue skin, the red eyes, and the black hair that belonged to Chaos. "Chaos Mage?" Magi inquired. He was also thinking that maybe he shouldn't leave Celtic with Chaos... he worried that Chaos wouldn't be able to handle a crazy kid.

"Yes," Chaos replied as he leaned against the door frame. "And how can I help you, cutie?"

Magi blushed and looked down at his feet. "I kinda need a favour..."

Chaos cocked a curious eyebrow at the younger mage, considering what favours he usually preformed. "Mmm?"

"It's about Celtic Guardian... he's kinda in a bit of a mess, magic-wise, and I kinda thought you could help, being the great magician that you are..." Magi explained as he continued looking down. He saw Celtic's hand gripping at either side of his robe.

"Celtic and I aren't exactly on good terms-"

"BOO!" Celtic screamed at the top of his little lungs as the leapt out of his hiding place.

This little outburst shocked Chaos to the point of falling backwards. "What the hell is that!?"

Magi stared wide-eyed and then laughed. "That's Celtic."

"That is not Celtic!" Chaos said firmly. But then Celtic toddled over, crawled up into his chest and smacked him in the face. "... I take it back... it's Celtic... What the hell happened?" Chaos picked up Celtic, put him on the floor and got up.

"My staff was being a little stupid and that kinda happened," Magi said as he pointed to Celtic.

"A true mage blames himself for the mishap, and not his staff."

"Well maybe most mages don't have staffs that laugh, blink and sweat drop...."

Chaos looked from Magi to Magi's staff. "It laughs?"

"Well, when it shakes it's laughing... See, I had this pet snake in Ancient Egypt... and now I have a pet staff...."

The mages' conversation was interrupted by Celtic hopping up and down between them.

Magi's eyes bobbed with Celtic's movements, and then looked back at Chaos. "So, will you watch him while I figure out how to fix the obvious problem?"

"You want me to baby-sit?!?"

"Oh good, so you will? Thanks!" And off Magi ran.

Celtic blinked and waved at the running mage. "Bye Dummy!" he called.

Chaos stood looking down the hall, shunned at what the sneaky little mage had just done. He looked down at the waving mini-warrior and thought to himself, 'how easy he would be to destroy... so little, so weak... it would be so easy....'

Celtic turned around and looked up. "Hi Cows!"

"Cows?" Chaos asked.

"Yesh... C...auuu...sss. Cows!"

"Right.... fine.... I guess I'm stuck with you.... come on," Chaos said as he walked back into his room and waited for Celtic to wobble in after him. "Be good."

"Coarse Cows! Coarse," Celtic said as he wandered around.

Chaos went and sat down. He was exhausted from his encounter with Yami and Dark, and he didn't have a clue what it was all about. He felt weak but other than that he didn't feel any different. For all he knew, Dark just wanted to beat to crap out of him, and had gotten Yami to help.

Celtic walked over to a corner of the room where Chaos's staff leaned against the wall. He grab hold of it and pulled it off the wall... it was very light, and considering those fancy, spin moves Chaos always did, it made sense. Celtic held the staff in his hands and swung a leg over it. He then began to trot around the room with a gleeful grin upon his face.

Chaos stared as Celtic used his staff as a hobby-horse, running back and forth, giggling merrily.

Eventually Celtic got bored of the staff and dropped it on the ground. He started walking towards Chaos.

"No," Chaos said and Celtic stopped, looking at the mage confused. "Put it back..."

"What Cows?"

"My staff... put it back where you found it."

Celtic looked behind him, where the staff was lying, and then turned in a full circle to look around the room. "I forgot..."

Chaos pointed over to the corner and Celtic followed with his eyes. Chaos smiled a little as Celtic picked up one end of the staff and dragged it back to its spot. It was funny to see Celtic try to put it back upright, and it fell many times.

Celtic looked at the staff after its sixth fall. He stared hard at it, and then finally perked up with a smile. "Likes been dare."

"It likes being there does it?"

"Yep," Celtic said as he walked over to were Chaos sat. "Cows?"

"Mhmm?"

"I hungy Cows."

"Monsters don't get hungry."

"But I hungy!" Celtic said, making his voice squeak a bit.

Chaos looked at Celtic as he jumped up angrily. "What do you want?"

"Ummmm... pease Cows, I want nana... Can I have nana?" Celtic asked as he swivelled back and forth, clasping his hand in front of him innocently.

Chaos couldn't help but get a few certain thoughts about bananas... but he decided to appease the young elf and pointed down at Celtic's hands... and in them appeared a very yummy looking banana. Chaos leaned down and peeled one side of the banana, then let Celtic eat... or more precisely, make a mess of it.

Celtic ate most of his snack, and wiped his hands on his shirt. "All done!" He said happily as he looked down at the mess all over him. "Cows, I dirty..."

"Yes you are."

Celtic reached out his arms and pouted. "Cows, I need a baff... gimme baff Cows..."

Chaos cocked an eyebrow at Celtic, whose lip had begun to tremble. "Aww, it's okay," Chaos said as he picked Celtic up and sat him in his lap.

Celtic wiped his now runny nose on Chaos's shirt.

Chaos grabbed at the bottom of his shirt and brought it up to clean Celtic's face a bit more. "You want a bath?"

"No," Celtic whimpered. "I need a baff... Cows is dirty, Cows need a baff too."

"I'm fine... let's go then," Chaos said as he got up, holding Celtic against his chest. He walked into the bathroom and set Celtic on the floor.

"Big baff!!!" Celtic declared with huge, sparkly eyes, for the bath was indeed large.

"Uhuh," Chaos replied as he leaned over to turn on the water. He didn't make it too hot, and only filled it a quarter of the way. He picked up Celtic around the waist and held him over the water. "That too warm?"

Celtic splashed at the water with his little hand. "Nope, good... more wata!"

Chaos did as he was asked and added a bit more water to the bath. He lifted the little elf up again. "Is that enough?"

"No," Celtic replied as if Chaos asked a stupid question. "You haff to fill it up!"

Chaos put Celtic back on the tiled floor. "But then the water would be over your head," he said as he made a hand motion above the green-blond head of hair, "and you couldn't breath."

"Cows will hold me up!" Celtic stated. "Cows will make sure I safe. Won't you Cows."

Chaos knelt down and looked Celtic in the eyes. "You trust me to do that?"

"I dun know... yesh I guess... you not like you now... you good Cows. I tust you."

Chaos couldn't help but look rather shocked... he wasn't acting normal, not in either way. He wasn't being a total jerk, because Celtic would have already been gone, and he wasn't being the weak mage that broke down and cried... that's what Yami and Dark had done. They had saved him.

Celtic clapped his still banada covered hands in Chaos's face. "You k Cows?"

Chaos smiled. "Yes."

"Cows fill up the baff?"

"If you want." He turned on the water again and sat down to wait for the jacuzzi tub to fill. "Come over here Celtic."

Celtic shook his head back and forth. "Dat's Mista Gardian to you!"

Chaos grinned. "Come here then, Mr. Guardian."

Celtic squealed happily and hopped into Chaos's lap. He lifted up his arms and let Chaos take his shirt off.

"Wow, super baby," Chaos said as he noticed Celtic was just as toned and muscled as he had always been, if not just a little bit more cubby.

"Not baby Cows! Big boy!" Celtic said hopping back up. "Pants now."

Chaos turned around and kneeled to turn off the water. He spun back to face Celtic who was now facing away from him.

Celtic had gotten his pants half way off and his little mini-boxers were getting pulled down a bit too. With a bit more struggle and a few more little grunts, Celtic managed to get everything down to his ankles... where he found he still had shoes on. He fell onto his backside in defeat.

Chaos chuckled and leaned over to pull off Celtic's shoes and the clothing around his ankles.

"Sankyuu," Celtic said turning around. He took hold of Chaos's shirt and tugged in a random direction. "Now you."

Chaos took off his shirt and threw it up onto the counter. Next he took off his socks and pants and put them on the counter as well.

"You are bery bue," Celtic said as he walked around Chaos.

"And you're very little.... What are you looking at?" Chaos asked looking behind him at Chaos.

"Where da back?" Celtic asked.

"The back?" Chaos thought aloud, and the realised what Celtic met. "It's a thong Celtic, come on, I'm sure somewhere in that magic-messed brain of yours you know what that is."

Celtic blinked. "Baff!" Celtic stretched his arms out and waited.

Chaos picked him up and held him in one arm as he got into the jacuzzi and sat down. Chaos didn't mind when Celtic got banana on him when his hands grabbed around his neck. Chaos got comfortable and held Celtic in front of him.

Celtic splashed at the water and laughed. He splashed again, this time purposefully at Chaos, who turned his face away.

"Oh yeah?" Chaos when lowered Celtic into the water up to his chin, watching Celtic's eyes get bigger and bigger.

"Cows!" Celtic screamed and leapt forward to hold on tightly around Chaos's neck again.

Chaos was a little stunned. He placed his hands on Celtic's back and held him where he was. "It's okay... I'm not going to let anything happen to you..." Chaos made little, soothing, circles on the elf's back.

"Pomis?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Why you change Cows?" Celtic asked looking up.

"I didn't... I just had some help removing my mask... but you don't have to worry about that," Chaos said, seeing the very confused look Celtic was giving him. "Let's clean you up." Chaos reached out to grab a few different bottles. "So, do you want to smell like berries, vanilla, soap or fruits?"

"We alwedy futes.... Nella!"

"Hold on to me, okay?" Chaos told Celtic, and when he was sure Celtic wouldn't fall under the water, he squeezed some of the shower/bath gel onto a soft scrub. He made up a nice lather and then started scrubbing Celtic's skin, and his too. By the time he was done Celtic had fallen asleep against his chest. Chaos got out carefully and pointed up and down his and Celtic's bodies, drying them instantly and also creating thick, black, matching robes. He walked out of the bathroom and over to his bed where he lay Celtic down. He yawned quietly and lay down next to the tiny elf. He wrapped and arm around him and joined Celtic in his nap.

Hicky: Tada! A caring, sweet, gentle bishonen!

Trent: But what will happen next? Luster has to come home doesn't he?

Hicky: Yep! And I'm having so much fun writing this... I love little Celtic!!!!!

Trent: And will Magi every find out what happened?

Hicky: We'll just have to wait and see.