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Summary: Ryou decides it is time for his yami to learn household appliances and other modern day technology. But when an accident happens, Yami Bakura, Marik, and Malik start to de-age. What could happen now?
......... Yami thinking
/........./ Hikari thinking
'.........' Normal thought
"........." Normal speech
(A/N:.........) Author's Note
Chapter Two
Ryou was at a loss. The three de-aged boys were in the living room, recovering of the shock. Everyone else stood in the kitchen watching and talking softly.
Yami Bakura sat on the couch, thinking over what had happened. He was twelve. He had gone from fifteen to twelve.
(A/N: heh.........I had forgotten to say in my first chapter that they were fifteen. I mean, they're in high school, or at least their hikari's are. I figured, since I'm in high school and I'm sixteen, they probably will be too. They are sophomores, aren't they?)
How long does this last? Will it keep going? Will they forever be this way?
Those thoughts ran through Yami Bakura's mind, and he groaned and buried his head in his arms.
Malik and Marik were seated in comfy chairs, also thinking about their situation.
Yami was standing next to Ryou in the kitchen. He found this entire thing hilarious. Yami Bakura and the two Egyptians were kids! It's what they deserved! But at the same time, problems arose. Ryou couldn't possibly contain a twelve-year old Yami Bakura in his soul room while he went to school. A hyper yami would give Ryou too much distractions to concentrate on schoolwork.
So they had to find a way to reverse this.
"We need to fix this." Yugi said, saying what his yami was thinking.
"Yeah, but how?" Joey asked, scratching his head.
"Isis."
They turned their attention back to those in the living room. Malik was looking at them, having overheard their conversation.
"Isis can help. She has a Millennium item. She can see how to fix this, or how long it will last." Malik said, his voice a bit higher than usual due to his new age.
/Yami? Are you okay?/ Ryou asked Yami Bakura through their bond.
FINE! Just peachy! Never been better! Yami Bakura answered, but even his thoughts were different.
Ryou flinched anyways.
"Ryou? What's the matter?" Tristan asked, noticing the look on his face.
"Yami's not in the best of moods." Ryou whispered, watching as said yami turned on the couch to glare at his light.
"Ah." Tristan said, watching the tomb robber turn his attention back to the floor.
"Isis is a good suggestion. I say we go and ask her what to do." Yami said, and the others agree.
Malik sighed with relief. His sister would know what to do. The three de- aged boys stood and followed the older ones out.
(At the Museum.)
Isis was out waiting for them. She obviously had used her Millennium Tauk.
Indeed, for when they got off the bus that had driven them there, she walked forwards.
"I Saw what had happened, and I have your answers. Part of them at least." She said, drawing her brother and his yami aside, looking them over.
Malik looked at his sister hopefully, Marik just grumbled under his breath.
"Well? How do we reverse this process?" Yami Bakura snarled impatiently.
"Let's go inside, and I shall explain." She said, nodding towards the doors.
They walked up the stairs and into the museum, which was closed for the day.
"Will you tell us now what we need to know?" Yami asked as Isis brought them into the room where the Tablet of the Nameless Pharaoh was displayed.
"I have part of your answers." Isis said, nodding to Yami with respect. Yami Bakura went around looking at the displays, muttering about what was worth stealing and what was not.
"Can we hear them?" Malik asked, getting tired of his sister's vague answers. Isis nodded her head to her brother, and motioned for Yami Bakura to come back as he wandered a bit too close to a display of Egyptian daggers.
"First off, I do not know how to reverse this." She said, and there was a low moan from Malik, and Ryou sighed. "But I do know that every three days they shall de-age three years, until they reach a certain age, which I have not yet determined. My item does not See everything."
"Three years every three days?" Yami Bakura whispered. That did not sound like good news.
"That is, until we can either reverse it or it goes away by itself." Isis answered. "I shall, of course, watch Malik and Marik. Ryou, will you watch your yami by yourself?" Isis turned to Ryou, who was looking a bit pale.
"I........." Ryou began, but he didn't know. Who would want Yami Bakura around willingly other than him?
"Ryou can stay with us." Yugi suddenly piped in.
Yami turned shocked eyes onto his light, as Yami Bakura and Ryou watched him in disbelief.
"What?" Ryou asked, shocked.
"You and Yami Bakura can stay with us. That way, you won't be the only one to watch him, and he won't be alone when you go to school. I'm sure Yami can deal with him during school." Yugi said, shooting 'the eyes' at his yami.
Yami sighed. He couldn't go against 'the eyes'.
"Thanks Yugi." Ryou said, sincere in his words and with genuine relief.
"Your welcome." Yugi said, smiling at his friend. Yami sighed and glared at Yami Bakura, who looked stricken and pale.
"So we have two days before they de-age another three years? Making them.........nine years?" Joey asked, watching as Marik wandered over to Yami Bakura and whispered something to him.
"Actually, counting today, it would still be three." Tristan said. Yami Bakura's eyes widened at whatever Marik had said, and he turned and shoved the other, who only laughed.
Yami Bakura snarled, and launched himself at Marik, who dodged, still laughing.
Without even consciously knowing it, they were acting like their new age.
"Cut that out!" Yami snapped at them. They separated, Yami Bakura fuming and Marik still laughing.
"I will inform you if I had figured out how to reverse this, or if I find out anything important." Isis told Yugi and Ryou, who nodded in thanks.
"For now, we shall have to have them as they are." Isis said, motioning for Malik and Marik to follow her and bowing her head in farewell to the other as they left. Joey and Tristan went to the arcade, deciding on that instead of staying with the de-aged tomb robber.
"My father is away at a dig, so he won't be home at all. I will leave a message on our answering machine in case he tries to call, so that he knows I'm over at your house, Yugi." Ryou told his friend as he walked beside a sullen Yami Bakura.
"Alright. Do you want to take Yami Bakura with you?" Yugi asked, as they neared Ryou's house.
"If you don't mind, I'd like him to stay with you. I don't think he'd leave the house if he got inside." Ryou answered, ignoring Yami Bakura's glare.
"Alright. See you at the Kame Shop in a little bit. My grandfather is not home either, he had some old friend move in across town and is staying with him for a while. That leaves our house open for you and Yami Bakura." Yugi said, waving goodbye to Ryou.
"Come on, Bakura." Yugi said, smiling cheerfully up at the sullen spirit. (Even twelve years old, Yami Bakura is taller than Yugi. Lol.)
Yami Bakura scowled at the little light, but Yami was also watching him expectantly, so he followed, muttering under his breath and along the bond that linked him to Ryou.
He sensed Ryou's concern, as well as amusement.
(At the Kame Shop.)
Yugi watched as Yami and Yami Bakura engaged in a staring contest from opposite sides of the room. He smiled, it was hard not too when seeing Yami so upset about a twelve year old, and it was funny to see Yami Bakura at that age.
Seeing his grin, Yami Bakura glared at him. Sighing, Yugi turned away from the upset spirit.
A knock on the door signaled Ryou's appearance.
"Hey guys!" Ryou greeted, carrying a bag of clothes for him and Yami Bakura, as well as other necessary items. (toothbrush, etc.)
Yami Bakura sighed with relief. His light was here, he didn't have to worry about the pharaoh anymore.
Ryou wouldn't let Yami do anything to him.
With that thought, Yami Bakura thought it best to save the rest of his shredded dignity and go to a secluded place. Slipping off wasn't so difficult, and he went to find an out of the way room to rest in, without the bothersome pharaoh or Yugi.
"So, how are we going to do this?" Ryou wondered as he sat with Yugi and Yami in their living room.
"What do you mean?" Yugi asked, sipping at a cola.
"Well.........we all know Yami doesn't like Bakura, so leaving them together while we're at school doesn't seem fair." Ryou answered, accepting a cola as well from Yami.
Before anyone could answer to that, the telephone rang. Yugi jumped up to answer it.
"Hello? Oh, hi! Uh huh.........alright..........sure. We were wondering that ourselves. Alright.........Is that okay with you? Good! Thanks! Bye." Yugi hung up and skipped back over to his yami and Ryou.
"Who was that?" Yami asked, as Yugi sat down.
"That was Isis. Evidently she saw the same problem as us, and said you and her could watch the three of them while we're at school." Yugi said cheerfully. (A/N: When is Yugi not cheerful?)
"That works out. I can stay away from them all and she can watch them." Yami said, half joking.
"No! You can't leave her to take care of all three of them! Just be there to help out." Yugi admonished his yami.
Yami sighed, then noticed the absence of the fourth person.
"Where's Bakura?"
(With Bakura)
Finding an empty bedroom, probably the one owned by Yugi's absent grandfather, Yami Bakura walked in and closed the door. The light of the sun was fading, and the room was getting dark.
Passing by a mirror, Yami Bakura stopped. He looked at his newer, younger body, and frowned. Twelve years old.........
With a sigh, he went and slumped over on the bed, figuring Yami or Yugi wasn't using it, as the rooms looked perfectly clean.
Falling asleep easily, he decided he didn't care if it was in use by someone else. The bed was comfortable.
(Back with the others.)
"Yami?" Ryou called, looking around upstairs.
Yugi suddenly poked his head out of his grandfather's bedroom, motioning for Ryou to be quiet and to follow him.
Yami was downstairs, growling in annoyance.
The tomb robber was loose in his house! He should have hidden all valuables when they first arrived.
He suddenly heard voices from upstairs, by Yugi's grandfather's room.
Curious, he went upstairs.
Yugi looked at him, grinned, and motioned inside the room.
"Bakura's in there." Yugi whispered, and Yami could see the dim form of the tomb robber on the bed.
Ryou closed the door, sighing slightly.
"While he's asleep, he won't cause any trouble. So. Do you guys want to watch a movie?"
(At Isis's House)
Malik and Marik were creating havoc at Isis's house. Rishid (or Odion, whatever you want to call him.) was there as well, watching his young master run after Marik.
"Marik! Give me back the Rod!" Malik yelled, lunging for his yami, who dodged and laughed, waving the Millennium Rod tauntingly as he ran.
Malik snarled, and ran faster, leaping over the couch and up the stairs.
Isis sighed, rubbing her temples as a crash sounded upstairs, followed by a twin "uh oh" from the vicinity of the noise.
When was the pharaoh going to arrive and help out? Of course, he was bringing the Tomb robber, but at least that would be three of them to watch the three de-aged boys.
They had agreed to meet here, as Isis's house was bigger. Joey and Tristan would be joining again, to try and help in anyway they could to reverse this.
A knock on the door signaled the coming of the others, and Rishid went to go answer it.
"Hello!" Yugi chirped cheerfully. Behind him stood Ryou, Yami Bakura, Yami, Joey, Tristan, and Duke (who had opted to come along.)
Rishid let them in, and they proceeded to the den where Isis was examining the broken shards of an expensive vase, Marik and Malik, (with his newly claimed Rod,) stood behind her sheepishly.
"Kura!" Malik shouted, running forwards and tackling Yami Bakura. Everyone else nearby moved aside as Yami Bakura growled and tried to get Malik off him.
Isis walked up, looking down as the tomb robber succeeded in flipping Malik off, and he stood up and walked over to Marik, glaring at the laughing Malik.
"Malik and Marik seemed to be acting more and more like their new age now." She commented, as Malik went over to his yami and Yami Bakura.
"So, it seems, is Bakura." Ryou said, watching as his yami grinned and knocked Malik over, then grabbed the Rod and threw it to Marik, who took off upstairs.
Malik growled in frustration and once again took off after his stolen Item. Yami Bakura laughed while running to catch up.
The normal boys were wide eyed.
"So when Bakura is a twelve year old he succeeds in stealing a Millennium Item when he couldn't at fifteen?" Ryou wondered.
"Looks like it." Joey commented, listening to the chaos upstairs.
"I hope he doesn't plan on keeping it." Ryou muttered. Two Millennium Items were enough; Yami Bakura didn't need anymore.
The Eye and the Ring were quite enough already.
Sudden thumping down the stairs signaled the coming of the de-aged kids again.
Marik vaulted over the banister, still with the Rod in his hand, and Malik followed. Yami Bakura watched with amusement from the top of the stairs, elbows folded on the banister and watching the chaos he had caused by giving the Rod to Marik.
"Bakura!" Ryou called, motioning for him to join the others down there.
Yami Bakura sighed, completely acting like the age of twelve. He knew it too. He could tell he was acting differently, and he didn't like it.
Marik and Malik seemed to be enjoying themselves, and didn't seem to care that they were twelve.
But then again, neither had a proper childhood either. Malik was always locked up, and Marik was born from Malik's hate and pain.
Yami Bakura would rather not relive his childhood.
With another sigh, he stood and went down the stairs to join Ryou.
Two days.........two more days and he would de-age again.
From fifteen he went to twelve.
From twelve he'll go to nine.
Nine to six.
Six to three.
Three to.........what? What would happen when they got to the end of the spell? Would they disappear altogether, or would they start to go back to normal?
He felt a pressure on his arm, and looked up at Ryou. The other boy was watching him with concern. He had 'heard' some of Yami Bakura's thoughts.
Ryou didn't want Yami Bakura to disappear at the end of the spell, if that is what might happen.
There was a very good chance that could happen.
(End Chapter)
Thanks to all reviewers!
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Author's Note!
I might be able to get chapter three, (and maybe four) up before I leave for Michigan next week! But then again, I might not. We'll see.
Review responses at the end of the chapter.
Summary: Ryou decides it is time for his yami to learn household appliances and other modern day technology. But when an accident happens, Yami Bakura, Marik, and Malik start to de-age. What could happen now?
......... Yami thinking
/........./ Hikari thinking
'.........' Normal thought
"........." Normal speech
(A/N:.........) Author's Note
Chapter Two
Ryou was at a loss. The three de-aged boys were in the living room, recovering of the shock. Everyone else stood in the kitchen watching and talking softly.
Yami Bakura sat on the couch, thinking over what had happened. He was twelve. He had gone from fifteen to twelve.
(A/N: heh.........I had forgotten to say in my first chapter that they were fifteen. I mean, they're in high school, or at least their hikari's are. I figured, since I'm in high school and I'm sixteen, they probably will be too. They are sophomores, aren't they?)
How long does this last? Will it keep going? Will they forever be this way?
Those thoughts ran through Yami Bakura's mind, and he groaned and buried his head in his arms.
Malik and Marik were seated in comfy chairs, also thinking about their situation.
Yami was standing next to Ryou in the kitchen. He found this entire thing hilarious. Yami Bakura and the two Egyptians were kids! It's what they deserved! But at the same time, problems arose. Ryou couldn't possibly contain a twelve-year old Yami Bakura in his soul room while he went to school. A hyper yami would give Ryou too much distractions to concentrate on schoolwork.
So they had to find a way to reverse this.
"We need to fix this." Yugi said, saying what his yami was thinking.
"Yeah, but how?" Joey asked, scratching his head.
"Isis."
They turned their attention back to those in the living room. Malik was looking at them, having overheard their conversation.
"Isis can help. She has a Millennium item. She can see how to fix this, or how long it will last." Malik said, his voice a bit higher than usual due to his new age.
/Yami? Are you okay?/ Ryou asked Yami Bakura through their bond.
FINE! Just peachy! Never been better! Yami Bakura answered, but even his thoughts were different.
Ryou flinched anyways.
"Ryou? What's the matter?" Tristan asked, noticing the look on his face.
"Yami's not in the best of moods." Ryou whispered, watching as said yami turned on the couch to glare at his light.
"Ah." Tristan said, watching the tomb robber turn his attention back to the floor.
"Isis is a good suggestion. I say we go and ask her what to do." Yami said, and the others agree.
Malik sighed with relief. His sister would know what to do. The three de- aged boys stood and followed the older ones out.
(At the Museum.)
Isis was out waiting for them. She obviously had used her Millennium Tauk.
Indeed, for when they got off the bus that had driven them there, she walked forwards.
"I Saw what had happened, and I have your answers. Part of them at least." She said, drawing her brother and his yami aside, looking them over.
Malik looked at his sister hopefully, Marik just grumbled under his breath.
"Well? How do we reverse this process?" Yami Bakura snarled impatiently.
"Let's go inside, and I shall explain." She said, nodding towards the doors.
They walked up the stairs and into the museum, which was closed for the day.
"Will you tell us now what we need to know?" Yami asked as Isis brought them into the room where the Tablet of the Nameless Pharaoh was displayed.
"I have part of your answers." Isis said, nodding to Yami with respect. Yami Bakura went around looking at the displays, muttering about what was worth stealing and what was not.
"Can we hear them?" Malik asked, getting tired of his sister's vague answers. Isis nodded her head to her brother, and motioned for Yami Bakura to come back as he wandered a bit too close to a display of Egyptian daggers.
"First off, I do not know how to reverse this." She said, and there was a low moan from Malik, and Ryou sighed. "But I do know that every three days they shall de-age three years, until they reach a certain age, which I have not yet determined. My item does not See everything."
"Three years every three days?" Yami Bakura whispered. That did not sound like good news.
"That is, until we can either reverse it or it goes away by itself." Isis answered. "I shall, of course, watch Malik and Marik. Ryou, will you watch your yami by yourself?" Isis turned to Ryou, who was looking a bit pale.
"I........." Ryou began, but he didn't know. Who would want Yami Bakura around willingly other than him?
"Ryou can stay with us." Yugi suddenly piped in.
Yami turned shocked eyes onto his light, as Yami Bakura and Ryou watched him in disbelief.
"What?" Ryou asked, shocked.
"You and Yami Bakura can stay with us. That way, you won't be the only one to watch him, and he won't be alone when you go to school. I'm sure Yami can deal with him during school." Yugi said, shooting 'the eyes' at his yami.
Yami sighed. He couldn't go against 'the eyes'.
"Thanks Yugi." Ryou said, sincere in his words and with genuine relief.
"Your welcome." Yugi said, smiling at his friend. Yami sighed and glared at Yami Bakura, who looked stricken and pale.
"So we have two days before they de-age another three years? Making them.........nine years?" Joey asked, watching as Marik wandered over to Yami Bakura and whispered something to him.
"Actually, counting today, it would still be three." Tristan said. Yami Bakura's eyes widened at whatever Marik had said, and he turned and shoved the other, who only laughed.
Yami Bakura snarled, and launched himself at Marik, who dodged, still laughing.
Without even consciously knowing it, they were acting like their new age.
"Cut that out!" Yami snapped at them. They separated, Yami Bakura fuming and Marik still laughing.
"I will inform you if I had figured out how to reverse this, or if I find out anything important." Isis told Yugi and Ryou, who nodded in thanks.
"For now, we shall have to have them as they are." Isis said, motioning for Malik and Marik to follow her and bowing her head in farewell to the other as they left. Joey and Tristan went to the arcade, deciding on that instead of staying with the de-aged tomb robber.
"My father is away at a dig, so he won't be home at all. I will leave a message on our answering machine in case he tries to call, so that he knows I'm over at your house, Yugi." Ryou told his friend as he walked beside a sullen Yami Bakura.
"Alright. Do you want to take Yami Bakura with you?" Yugi asked, as they neared Ryou's house.
"If you don't mind, I'd like him to stay with you. I don't think he'd leave the house if he got inside." Ryou answered, ignoring Yami Bakura's glare.
"Alright. See you at the Kame Shop in a little bit. My grandfather is not home either, he had some old friend move in across town and is staying with him for a while. That leaves our house open for you and Yami Bakura." Yugi said, waving goodbye to Ryou.
"Come on, Bakura." Yugi said, smiling cheerfully up at the sullen spirit. (Even twelve years old, Yami Bakura is taller than Yugi. Lol.)
Yami Bakura scowled at the little light, but Yami was also watching him expectantly, so he followed, muttering under his breath and along the bond that linked him to Ryou.
He sensed Ryou's concern, as well as amusement.
(At the Kame Shop.)
Yugi watched as Yami and Yami Bakura engaged in a staring contest from opposite sides of the room. He smiled, it was hard not too when seeing Yami so upset about a twelve year old, and it was funny to see Yami Bakura at that age.
Seeing his grin, Yami Bakura glared at him. Sighing, Yugi turned away from the upset spirit.
A knock on the door signaled Ryou's appearance.
"Hey guys!" Ryou greeted, carrying a bag of clothes for him and Yami Bakura, as well as other necessary items. (toothbrush, etc.)
Yami Bakura sighed with relief. His light was here, he didn't have to worry about the pharaoh anymore.
Ryou wouldn't let Yami do anything to him.
With that thought, Yami Bakura thought it best to save the rest of his shredded dignity and go to a secluded place. Slipping off wasn't so difficult, and he went to find an out of the way room to rest in, without the bothersome pharaoh or Yugi.
"So, how are we going to do this?" Ryou wondered as he sat with Yugi and Yami in their living room.
"What do you mean?" Yugi asked, sipping at a cola.
"Well.........we all know Yami doesn't like Bakura, so leaving them together while we're at school doesn't seem fair." Ryou answered, accepting a cola as well from Yami.
Before anyone could answer to that, the telephone rang. Yugi jumped up to answer it.
"Hello? Oh, hi! Uh huh.........alright..........sure. We were wondering that ourselves. Alright.........Is that okay with you? Good! Thanks! Bye." Yugi hung up and skipped back over to his yami and Ryou.
"Who was that?" Yami asked, as Yugi sat down.
"That was Isis. Evidently she saw the same problem as us, and said you and her could watch the three of them while we're at school." Yugi said cheerfully. (A/N: When is Yugi not cheerful?)
"That works out. I can stay away from them all and she can watch them." Yami said, half joking.
"No! You can't leave her to take care of all three of them! Just be there to help out." Yugi admonished his yami.
Yami sighed, then noticed the absence of the fourth person.
"Where's Bakura?"
(With Bakura)
Finding an empty bedroom, probably the one owned by Yugi's absent grandfather, Yami Bakura walked in and closed the door. The light of the sun was fading, and the room was getting dark.
Passing by a mirror, Yami Bakura stopped. He looked at his newer, younger body, and frowned. Twelve years old.........
With a sigh, he went and slumped over on the bed, figuring Yami or Yugi wasn't using it, as the rooms looked perfectly clean.
Falling asleep easily, he decided he didn't care if it was in use by someone else. The bed was comfortable.
(Back with the others.)
"Yami?" Ryou called, looking around upstairs.
Yugi suddenly poked his head out of his grandfather's bedroom, motioning for Ryou to be quiet and to follow him.
Yami was downstairs, growling in annoyance.
The tomb robber was loose in his house! He should have hidden all valuables when they first arrived.
He suddenly heard voices from upstairs, by Yugi's grandfather's room.
Curious, he went upstairs.
Yugi looked at him, grinned, and motioned inside the room.
"Bakura's in there." Yugi whispered, and Yami could see the dim form of the tomb robber on the bed.
Ryou closed the door, sighing slightly.
"While he's asleep, he won't cause any trouble. So. Do you guys want to watch a movie?"
(At Isis's House)
Malik and Marik were creating havoc at Isis's house. Rishid (or Odion, whatever you want to call him.) was there as well, watching his young master run after Marik.
"Marik! Give me back the Rod!" Malik yelled, lunging for his yami, who dodged and laughed, waving the Millennium Rod tauntingly as he ran.
Malik snarled, and ran faster, leaping over the couch and up the stairs.
Isis sighed, rubbing her temples as a crash sounded upstairs, followed by a twin "uh oh" from the vicinity of the noise.
When was the pharaoh going to arrive and help out? Of course, he was bringing the Tomb robber, but at least that would be three of them to watch the three de-aged boys.
They had agreed to meet here, as Isis's house was bigger. Joey and Tristan would be joining again, to try and help in anyway they could to reverse this.
A knock on the door signaled the coming of the others, and Rishid went to go answer it.
"Hello!" Yugi chirped cheerfully. Behind him stood Ryou, Yami Bakura, Yami, Joey, Tristan, and Duke (who had opted to come along.)
Rishid let them in, and they proceeded to the den where Isis was examining the broken shards of an expensive vase, Marik and Malik, (with his newly claimed Rod,) stood behind her sheepishly.
"Kura!" Malik shouted, running forwards and tackling Yami Bakura. Everyone else nearby moved aside as Yami Bakura growled and tried to get Malik off him.
Isis walked up, looking down as the tomb robber succeeded in flipping Malik off, and he stood up and walked over to Marik, glaring at the laughing Malik.
"Malik and Marik seemed to be acting more and more like their new age now." She commented, as Malik went over to his yami and Yami Bakura.
"So, it seems, is Bakura." Ryou said, watching as his yami grinned and knocked Malik over, then grabbed the Rod and threw it to Marik, who took off upstairs.
Malik growled in frustration and once again took off after his stolen Item. Yami Bakura laughed while running to catch up.
The normal boys were wide eyed.
"So when Bakura is a twelve year old he succeeds in stealing a Millennium Item when he couldn't at fifteen?" Ryou wondered.
"Looks like it." Joey commented, listening to the chaos upstairs.
"I hope he doesn't plan on keeping it." Ryou muttered. Two Millennium Items were enough; Yami Bakura didn't need anymore.
The Eye and the Ring were quite enough already.
Sudden thumping down the stairs signaled the coming of the de-aged kids again.
Marik vaulted over the banister, still with the Rod in his hand, and Malik followed. Yami Bakura watched with amusement from the top of the stairs, elbows folded on the banister and watching the chaos he had caused by giving the Rod to Marik.
"Bakura!" Ryou called, motioning for him to join the others down there.
Yami Bakura sighed, completely acting like the age of twelve. He knew it too. He could tell he was acting differently, and he didn't like it.
Marik and Malik seemed to be enjoying themselves, and didn't seem to care that they were twelve.
But then again, neither had a proper childhood either. Malik was always locked up, and Marik was born from Malik's hate and pain.
Yami Bakura would rather not relive his childhood.
With another sigh, he stood and went down the stairs to join Ryou.
Two days.........two more days and he would de-age again.
From fifteen he went to twelve.
From twelve he'll go to nine.
Nine to six.
Six to three.
Three to.........what? What would happen when they got to the end of the spell? Would they disappear altogether, or would they start to go back to normal?
He felt a pressure on his arm, and looked up at Ryou. The other boy was watching him with concern. He had 'heard' some of Yami Bakura's thoughts.
Ryou didn't want Yami Bakura to disappear at the end of the spell, if that is what might happen.
There was a very good chance that could happen.
(End Chapter)
Thanks to all reviewers!
Namiko-Daughter of Sekhmet: No good at all, lol!
Winter Blaze: My loyal friend! Thanks for your review and sorry I hadn't been able to read your stories yet!
Catcher of Tears: Yep. And they'll keep getting younger until the older kids figure out how to reverse it.
Redconvoy: older? Hmm.........that could be an idea.........but I've always loved them as chibi's, but older could have some possibilities. Thanks for your review!
Kathleen: thanks for your review, and sorry, not yaoi. Never been fond of yaoi, but I will not say no to reading some stories with it, if they are well written, but I don't write it myself. Thanks again!
FeatherWings: Thanks a lot!
Selene-Yugi: Thanks for your review!
Author's Note!
I might be able to get chapter three, (and maybe four) up before I leave for Michigan next week! But then again, I might not. We'll see.