Next chapter! Sorry it took so long, I had a bit of writer's block. Plus, I read a fic and it gave me inspiration… DON'T HURT ME! (curls up into ball) That and my grandma's been hogging the computer playing Solitaire. Anyway, enjoy.
Horsie890: Short, sweet and to the point. Thanks, I guess.
Panmotto: School doesn't start for another few weeks; Swim Team just starts sooner so we get more practice. AND IT STARTS ON MONDAY! EEP! And ya, the whole stomach talking to her was totally random, but funny in a "She so sick she's delusional" way.
Disclaimer: How many times must you torture me? Once? Oh, ok! I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Nami groaned and crossed her arms tightly across her chest. She mumbled incoherently under her breath while ShiShi sat on the armrest of the couch, snickering silently. Mai was humming above her, sitting on the couch and running her fingers through the girl's hair. She was stuck sitting on the floor, not knowing what Mai was doing.
Mai's apartment was pretty simple, it looked almost exactly like her own, only the wallpaper and colors were a bit different and the furniture had a different style. The decorator must have gotten bored while doing the hundreds of apartments.
Nami sighed and tried to looked up and get a glimpse at what the demon was doing to her hair, but couldn't see anything; not a good sign.
She turned to ShiShi and mouthed, "What's she doing?"
The cat continued his laughter and barely mouthed back, "You might actually want those demons to kill you after all."
"Oh, thanks."
The demon continued her work and didn't seem to notice the little conversation her client was having. After a few more notes in her humming and a few more pokes with the comb, Mai declared a loud "Ah Ha!" in victory, stepping over the witch and sitting on her knees in front of her holding a mirror.
"Finished! So, you like it?"
Nami's jaw dropped; her hair was spiked up all over the place and there were three separate large, crooked ponytails standing almost straight up with curlers all over her head. Her hair, once a rich brown was bubblegum pink with yellow highlights on the tips.
"Speechless? Wow, I did good." Mai laughed and threw a bunch of hair stuff onto the living room table.
While the young witch sat frozen with her eyes wide, the demon stood up and walked into her room, making loud bustling noises. After a loud crash and a swear, she came back into the room carrying a large bag and several loose items. One fell out of her arms as Mai put the contents on the table and it rolled towards Nami, revealing its Cover Girl label.
Picking it up, the witch looked at the lipstick, "What are you doing?"
"Well, now that your hair is done, all we need to do is your makeup," said Mai.
"Uh, Mai? Again, I don't wear makeup."
"And that's why you don't get any guys!" she replied, poking her in the nose.
Despite any further complaining, Mai went ahead and started to apply some very light pink blush to the girl's cheeks. It was so light that it didn't appear to make much of a difference, but more gave an aura of beauty; it must be a demon thing.
After that, Mai started shifting through the humongous pile of makeup and pulled out a long strip of eye shadow. The case had about 10 different colors a several different shades of each color. The demon brought Nami's face a few inches from her own with a long finger-nailed hand and tilted it in all different directions.
"Dark blue? No… Purple, maybe… but not too dark, no." Mai mumbled, examining the face and the case at the same time.
Finally, Mai decided on a medium dark purple and took the applicator out of its holder, then buried it in the powder until it and specks of purple showing through its black sponge on the tip. Taking the witch's face in her palm, the demon gently brushed on the eye shadow until an even coat covered the whole eye-lid.
"There! Now…"
Mai turned and grabbed a bottle of mascara, and shook it a minute before opening it and taking the brush in her fingers. She inspected the girl's face one more time before leaning over to apply the mascara.
"Wait! Mai," Nami paused, "I know you are trying to… err… help me, but my mom won't let me use mascara."
"Well," she waved the brush, "Your mom isn't here is she?"
Sighing in defeat, the witch slumped her shoulders and allowed Mai to put on the mascara. At least when she left Mai's apartment she could wash her face when she got home.
After the temptress was done with that, she poured a basket of lipstick onto the floor, a hundred of tubes falling out and rolling on the carpet. The artist took a few moments to arrange all of them in a certain order and looked between the colors and the client, trying to figure out which one would look the best.
Picking a light rose lip-gloss, Mai rolled it onto the other's lips, making them turn more of a pink color with a shiny and glossy finish. She capped the tube and placed it again with the others in the basket, leaning back on her palms, admiring her work.
"I was right. A little lip-gloss here, a bit of mascara there and you look like a goddess, or as the boys here prefer, a temptress." Mai sighed contently.
"In other words, someone like you?" she asked dryly and Mai smiled.
A sudden knock on the door caught their attention. The demon smiled and didn't even bother to get up, winking at Nami before she called, "Come in!"
At once, the door burst open and several tall figures entered the room. Joey, Tristan, Bakura, Seto, Yami, Yugi and Mokuba lined up on the other side of the room. Joey and Yami were carrying a bag each and Yugi shut the door before there was an uncomfortable silence.
The human blinked confused before she stole a glance upward, they were all staring at her, moving from her face to her hair, then stayed on the hair. Their faces turned from a brief, very brief expression of shock and longing, to faces barely able to contain their snickering. Not even a minute later, all of them simply collapsed to the ground, holding their stomachs and fighting back tears from laughing so hard.
"Hey! I worked very hard on her!" Mai shouted, whacking most of them over the head with her fist.
"She makes me sound like a science project." Nami whispered to ShiShi.
"But what's with that hair!" Tristan shouted through fits of laughter and received another whack upside the head.
"Huh?"
After taking in what the demon said, Mai turned and blinked stupidly at Nami before she gasped. In a flash, the demoness was wrestling with all the hairpins and curlers and took out the ponytails, the end result making all the men gasp.
Nami's hair hung down her head, but was now curled and slightly wavy, and framing her face beautifully. The pink dye had been rinsed and now left her hair a sparkling lush brown with light brown highlights, some actual glitter mixed into the strands. Together, her hair and makeup did make her look like a princess, completely stunning her friends, even Mai was surprised on what such a good job she did.
The continuous stares of her friends made her emotionally unstable. What did Mai do? What had happened? Why are they staring like that? Just what exactly did she look like? What was the end result of Mai's experiment?
"What… Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.
Then all at once, a vivid memory of a horrible Halloween experiment rushed to her mind. Nami remembered how she was just a little kid and tried to do her costume and makeup herself. Her cousins' and brother's expressions were all too similar to her new friends for her liking, and lets just say that she didn't get extra candy that year for no good reason.
At this memory, and their non-blinking stares, Nami just lost it.
She broke into tears and bawled, "You think I'm ugly, don't you? I knew it! Your faces say it all! I'm an ugly cow! Why don't I just go stick my head in the compost heap? That way you wouldn't have to put up with my disgusting looks!"
They all blinked and looked at each other as she continued to cry, burying her face in her hands. ShiShi stood up and leaped down from his perch and sat next to her, his eyes narrowed and a hiss escaping his mouth.
"What? We never said you were ugly…" Yugi said slowly, trying to calm her hysterics.
"Yeah, she didn't give me enough time," grunted Bakura.
Mai glared and nudged him hard in the side, digging her elbow into his ribs, not only that, the guardian cat hissed and pounced forward, biting onto his arm. The two growled back and forth while Mokuba scooted closer to the witch, sitting on his heels and lightly touched her arm.
"We don't think your ugly," He started, but paused after a loud complaint from the white-haired demon, "At least… I don't think so."
"Really?" she sniffed.
Mokuba nodded.
"Thank you!"
Nami shouted with tears flying out of her eyes and she jumped onto the boy. She towered over him and had her arms wrapped firmly around his neck and shoulders, nuzzling her cheek against his. The vampire blinked and his cheeks flushed red, holding his breath until she finally let go, sitting crossed-legged back on the floor, rubbing the tears from her eyes.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" burst Seto, looking back and forth between his brother and the witch.
"What?"
ShiShi looked over at her, "It's coming isn't it?"
"You mean her-" Mai started.
"Yeah," Nami cut her off, looking down, "The full moon's coming. It's next week."
"What does that have to do with you?" Joey said hatefully, earning a sad but comforting look from the demons.
"You explain ShiShi."
The cat walked forward and sat in the middle of their little circle. He brought a paw to his mouth and faked coughed, clearing his throat and gaining everyone's attention. He glanced at his owner, who still had her head down, twirling her fingers nervously or embarrassedly before he continued.
"Like most otherworldly and magical creatures, witches are no exception to the magic of the full moon." ShiShi began, wagging his tail slowly in the air, "Werewolves' and demons' power increases and witches could do the same."
"'Could'?" repeated Yami, "What do you mean 'could'?"
"It all depends. It could make the witch or wizard a god on earth," Nami narrowed her eyes and the cat quickly added, "Or goddess. Or they could turn into that with the power of a flea. It all depends on the situation. That includes all kinds of things you'd think wouldn't matter: Age, build, weight, height, clothes, broom, knowledge, money, weather, area, people. It's different for every witch. Though it's usually about the same every full moon with every witch, she's… a little different."
Biting down a laugh, Seto asked, "Different how?"
"Well," the witch spoke up, scratching her cheek with her index finger, embarrassed, "Last time, I when I was out in the sun during the day, I caught on fire. Then one other time, I threw up a snake every hour. One other time, I turned into Super Man… or girl. Another time, I turned completely mortal-"
"Wait," interrupted Mokuba, "You turned mortal? You turned into a mortal?"
"Yeah, It was really weird."
"Hold up!" growled Bakura, "You're a mortal already! How would it be any different?"
"I'm not mortal. I'm a witch. There's a difference!" she stuck her nose in the air.
"Like what?"
Nami's attention turned to Yugi, looking him with her eyes innocent and big, blinking stupidly. Yugi just stared back, seeking an answer to his question.
The young witch puffed out her chest, "Witches have pure magic flowing through their veins. Unlike a mortal, I can feel the magic in the air and the different auras as well. I can sense much more than you and mortals can. I have to constantly use my magic in this place so that no little accidents happen."
"Accidents?" Yami asked, raising an eyebrow.
She jumped and looked down, red covering her whole face, starting to poke her two index fingers together out of embarrassment, "Well, I'm a very physical witch. I use war magic and healing magic and things of the sort. I can do all kinds of spells, every witch can, but each has their, quote 'Achilles Heel'." she indicated the quote with her fingers.
"Really? What's yours?"
"Like I'm going to tell you Bakura!" she shouted, her hair rising.
At that moment, there was a loud boom and the oven door collided with the wall next to Yami. Smoke pilled up onto the ceiling as a sputtering little flame flickered and died. ShiShi looked at her with a bored expression on his face and all eyes turned to her.
"Opps?"
"What. Just. Happened?" seethed Bakura, a taunting smile forming on his lips.
"Um, the oven blew up?"
"And why would the oven blow up?"
"It's obvious that when her emotions get out of control, so do her powers." ShiShi spoke up, earning a glare from his owner, "What? They knew it, they just wanted you to say it."
Nami hung her head in defeat while Joey brought his hand up to his chin. He narrowed his eyes and looked into space, thinking deeply. After a moment, he shouted loudly, making everyone jump and look in his direction.
"I get it! So that's why things kept exploding by you! The ovens in the cafeteria, the Meat Ball surprise, the trashcan, it all makes sense!" the werewolf shouted, pointing his finger at her.
"Maybe now then you realize I don't like sudden movements or to be surprised."
"Really?" asked Bakura sarcastically.
"Now she tells me!" cried Tristan in the same tone, his hands flailing in the air.
"So do you do that on purpose?" Mokuba questioned, his face an inch from hers, "Blow up stuff, I mean?"
"On purpose? No, It just happens."
"What do you mean 'It just happens'?" Seto raised an eyebrow.
"Kinda like this."
On command, an invisible metal pipe whacked the white-haired demon smack dab in the middle of his forehead. His head flew back and crashed into the floor of the apartment, his feet flying up in the air. He grumbled and slowly picked himself back up, rubbing his head and glaring at the witch.
"What the hell was that for?" he demanded.
"What?"
"This!" he pointed at a large black and blue mark on his forehead.
"Well, you guys wondered what it was like."
"No, that was him!" The demon pointed at Mokuba, who backed away, "And! You did that on purpose, not because you were surprised!"
"Not exactly. Didn't you hear what ShiShi said? When my emotions get out of control, so do my powers. Strangely enough, surprise is an emotion." she pointed out.
Even though Bakura knew the truth, anger radiated off him in waves. The room became so tense that it was getting hard to breath as he slowly leaned forward, fangs bared and ready to take out his revenge.
"Err, but, if it makes you feel better… Sorry Mokuba." she whispered.
The young vampire was pulled up by his belt into the air, screaming while the rest of his body was thrashing about. In a fluid movement, he was brought up and hung on a blade of the ceiling fan by his belt, strangely enough, staying on perfectly straight. Immediately, Seto stood up and reached to try and get him down, but a click made all of them freeze in place.
The fan started to whirl, dragging the little Kaiba along with it, gaining speed with each rotation. Soon, Mokuba was only a raven blur due to his hair, spinning round and round with no hint of stopping. Out of the blue, the fan screeched to a stop, making its rider fling off, hitting the wall upside down with his back and falling on the couch, sitting upright.
The eldest vampire ran over and almost reached out to help his brother, but then paused and instead turned towards the witch.
"You little bitch! You almost killed my brother!" snarled Seto, ready to pounce and kill her.
"H-Hey! Just trying to m-make everything e-equal!" the witch brought her hands in front of her in silent surrender.
Just as the vampire was about to strike, the raven-haired boy leaned forward and grasped his forehead, groaning and immediately gaining everyone's attention.
"Mokuba, are you all right?" the elder brother soothed.
"Alright?" he groaned, and then weirdly perked up, "Yeah I'm alright! That was awesome! Can you do it again?"
Nami grinned proudly, "Maybe, but then again…"
Everyone in the dorm looked at the giant hole now residing in Mai's wall. It looked like a spider web laced into the plaster leaving a small imprint of the boy.
"We might want to do it outside next time."
There you have it! FYI, I know NOTHING about makeup or fashion, so if that part sounded stupid, tell me. I also like this chapter because it has more magic in it, and for those who like magic, there were be a lot more as the full moon approaches, guaranteed. Oh and if any explaination on magic didn't make sense, just tell me! Now, to get some sleep, so, please review!
