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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 Eight
Malik was a VERY happy kid at the end of the day. Joey, Bakura, and Marik had dutifully given him the prize of his victory.
Four bowls of chocolate ice cream was more than enough to please him.
They had decided to stay at Isis's large mansion, for that night the three kids should grow up three more years or so.
As everyone but the three losers of the scapegoat race ate, Malik dug into the heap of sugary sweetness before him.
He caught sight of Bakura pouting a bit though. He couldn't understand it until he remembered Ryou saying something.
Bakura, after his first taste, was a major chocoholic. He could eat anything chocolate anytime he wished and never get tired of it.
Malik cocked his head, staring at his friend, then shoved one of the bowls back to him.
"You got second, so you should have ice cream too." Malik said to his astonished look.
He got a very big grin and then Bakura began wolfing down the chocolate.
Feeling generous, Malik polished off his first bowl and started on the other two, waving for Marik to help him finish.
"What about me?" Joey complained.
Malik raised an eyebrow and giggled.
"You came in last. You don't get no ice cream." Malik said, pointing at Joey with his spoon.
Joey pouted but everyone else laughed.
Bakura finished his off then set it on the floor to have the Red Eyes and Man-Eater Bug finish off.
Each of the scapegoats were with their separate people, the ones who had raced them.
Malik allowed the pink one to taste his ice cream, while Marik played with the blue one by rolling a M&M (which he had mixed in with his ice cream, a idea by Isis) across the table and letting the goat go after it and eat it.
Bakura's was nestled in his mess of white hair, dozing comfortably in the surprisingly soft spikes.
They finished their ice cream, Joey pouting as he watched everyone.
Malik, after three bowls of ice cream, was as hyper as everyone had ever seen him.
His eyes were glitteringly bright, he positively vibrated with pent up energy.
"Well? What do you want to do now?" He said, jumping up in down and clapping his hands.
"We could play a game, I guess." Yugi said. They were all sitting in the living room, priceless Egyptian vases on dark wooden desks, the Scapegoats tumbling across the pale carpet. Books on shelves were against each of the walls. All the furniture was dark wood.
Bakura had fallen asleep on the table, nobody really wanted to wake him up. Even though he was nine years old, he was still not a friendly person and would use whatever Shadow Powers he still had to punish whoever woke him.
Marik was sitting beside Rishid, watching his hyper hikari bounce around the room. Isis was talking with Yami in the kitchen, and the Dark Magician, Dark Necrophia, and Flame Swordsman had finally resolved their grudges and were chatting quietly in the corner of the room, the Red-Eyes black dragon was sleeping in front of the empty fireplace and the Man-Eater Bug was batting at the playing Scapegoats.
"Where's Kuriboh?" Joey asked, glancing about.
"He's being abused by Malik." Yugi said with amusement, watching as the hyper kid ran after the scurrying Kuriboh.
"Come back, kitty!" he shouted, bouncing up and down in frustration as he missed again.
"Malik, that's not a cat." Joey said, and Malik stuck his tongue out at the blonde.
"It could be a kitty." He said. He ran after it again, knocking the Red-Eyes and the scapegoats aside as he raced up the stairs after the frightened Kuriboh.
Marik felt the sudden light headedness that signaled another age change, and flinched at the feeling.
Rishid looked down, noticed the glow, and called for Isis.
Yami Bakura, asleep at the table, awoke with a start.
He saw the glow, felt the dizziness, and decided to go somewhere more private. He slipped away as Yami and Isis rushed into the living room.
Marik was concentrating on staying upright, leaning against Rishid as the older man steadied him.
There was a flash of light and Marik stared at them.
A younger Marik.
A cry of shock echoed from upstairs.
A six year old Malik came stumbling down, such utter confusion in his lavender eyes.
And a howl of rage rent the air as Yami Bakura, in some secluded corner of the house, gave vent to his shock, rage, and grief.
What were they going to do now?
(End Chapter.)
Due to mass protest at them aging again, I decided to keep them going down in years. But you guys better help me think of how they can change back now!
I am having severe writer's block, so sorry for the long wait.
Thanks to all reviewers!
Yami Silverdramon: Thanks. I like making long chapters. I think there are not enough of them. Hope this update was quick enough, I've been having writer's block. inches away from psychotic yami, hiding behind Yami Bakura. Thanks for your review!
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Hatsuhraolover: I had fun making up the scapegoat race, and I figured Malik doesn't win enough. I would've had Bakura win, since he's my fav. Character, but I decided Malik deserved it. Thanks for your review!
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Selene-Yugi: You see? They don't get older, Shadi screwed up. See? See? I thought they'd be cute as lil' chibis too. Thanks a lot!
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