Her Sweetness: Okay people, I need your attention. I've read the reviews and most of you HAVE read Motel 37. That's good. Because, in this chapter, we will see someone FROM Motel 37. I won't spoil the surprise.

Rascals R Wee

Chapter 2:

On this normal spring day in this normal city where six not-really-normal boys resided, something happened that none of them expected and that none of them were ready to deal with. It would seem that, in the situation that the hikaris were in, they would most likely panic or faint from confusion.

Ryou, Yugi and Malik were about to faint from adorability.

"KYA! OH MY FREAKING GOSH, LOOK AT THEM!"

All three of the yamis who were under the coffee table were now giving strange looks to the hikaris who were cooing at them and going crazy, over what they didn't know.

"W-Wat're dey talkin' bout?" Marik scrunched up his face, still looking out from under the table.

Bakura shook his head at Ryou, "Eh, Ryou dwoes dis all da time, I jus ignore it."

Marik held back a giggle, "You talkin' funny, Bakura…"

"Am nwot."

"You did it agwain! You talkin' funny! … Huh? So am I!" He blinked and then looked over at Bakura and almost fell backwards. He stuttered, trying to make sense of it, "Y-You…! B-Bakura! You small…!"

"I twaller den you, shwut up!" Bakura narrowed his eyes and then they enlarged at seeing Marik's new form, then looking down at himself and he gasped. Both little chibis looked each other up and down and noticed that their clothes, which were now entirely too big, were in piles around them as they sat in their birthday suits, now beginning to get teary-eyed.

"W-Wat happened…?" Bakura sniffed, and then glared at his friend, "Marwik! Wat'd you do! Dummy!"

"I'm nwot a dummy! Shwut up!" Suddenly he noticed the absence of their punching bag, Yami. They looked up and it seemed that Yugi had captured the young prince and was now on the couch snuggling and cooing with him.

"Oh, Yami, you've never been so adorable!" Yugi cried out as he hugged his darker half close and rubbed his face in the boy's hair.

"Uh, uh… T-Tank'oo…?"

Marik stuck out his tongue, "Dat sissy. I tell ya one ting, Bakura, ya won't catch me doin' dat sissy stuff wit Mal— Ey! Malik! Put me down! Down! Stwop!"

"I can't help it, Marik! Look at you!" Malik now fully had control of Marik and, against his wishes, hugged him and giggled.

"Dwammit! Malik, you dwon't put me down now, I'll mwake sure you neva cuddle again!"

"Aw!"

"… Aw? Ya s'pwosed ta cower in fear!"

While Marik made a gigantic fuss, wiggling and fighting against his hikari's grip, Bakura was picked up carefully by Ryou who was giggling uncontrollably, almost turning pink with joy and this only made the boys madder.

"Wat da hell you laughin' at? Dis ain't funny and we wanna go back!" Bakura and Marik echoed.

Ryou managed to control his giggling and cleared his throat, trying to look at his small, naked other half sternly, but that was pretty hard. "A-Ahem. Now, Bakura, I want you to think about what you did…! That was a terrible thing you and Marik tried to do to Yami and I won't have any more of it! And furthermore—"

Malik's laugh interrupted Ryou's preach and they all looked over to the left side of the couch where Malik was playing with Marik's nose and the little Marik tried to make him stop, but was unsuccessful.

"Ha ha ha! Look, I got your nose!"

"Stwop!"

"AHEM!" Ryou and Yugi directed an unwavering glare at the third hikari, thus shushing him for the time being.

"Like I was saying before," Ryou continued, "That was just awful and you got what you disserved!"

Malik nodded to his yami, "You sure did."

"Gweat, okay! We did a bwad ting!" Marik folded his chubby arms, "We know dat aweady so jus chwange us bwack afore I gets mad."

Yami scoffed, "Yeah, wight. You can't mwake twreats, Marwik, you're small!"

"Wat? Well, I can 'till bweat you wup!" Marik growled and began running over to the other side of the couch but tripped over his foot and fell flat on his face.

"… Hwa."

"Shwut up!" He shouted, managing to get up again.

Yami shook and shivered in the safety of his hikari's lap, who shook his head, half in amusement, and half in pity. "Will you two calm down?"

Bakura pouted and whined, "Chwange me bwack…! Ish cold…! And I'm nwaked…!"

"Yweah, an' you wook funny." Marik snickered and pointed.

"Nwot as funny as you!"

"Bwah! I wook cool when I'm nwaked." Marik grinned and posed and after a moment of silence every hikari in the room broke out into howls and fits of laughter that turned their faces blue.

Yami giggled, "Hwa, Marwik's gettin' waughed at…!"

"…" Marik sniffed, sorrowfully. "I-I do wook cool…"

"O-Okay…!" Yugi was the first to overcome their close to ten-minute laughing jag and he held up his hands to the other two as they came to a slow halt in their snickering and hooting at the young yami. Yugi smiled, "Um… it's apparent that this is a little bit too much for us right now. Guys," He turned to the chibis, "We can't turn you back right now, but we will."

Bakura was the first to whine, "But why nwot?"

"Well, 'cause we don't really know what you did." He answered truthfully.

"B-But, den, how do ya know you can chwange us?" Asked Yami, now truly worried at the prospect of staying in this form. He looked up at his hikari with large, amethyst eyes and whined, "Y-Yugi…"

"Oh, Yami, don't look at me like that! We promise, as soon as we have a way to change you back to normal, we will."

Malik nodded, "And it's getting late, too, we should probably go home. Ryou, can we meet you somewhere tomorrow to think about this?"

"Sure, I'll call you two later, alright?" When they nodded, okay, each hikari picked up their respective yami and even though Marik and Bakura didn't like it, they didn't put up much of a fight. Yami, however, enjoyed being carried and Yugi and Malik walked out of Ryou's house with their chibis and went off in different directions.

After watching them leave, Ryou shut the door and turned around, smiling at Bakura who was sitting over on the couch, pouting.

"Aw, 'Kura… What's wrong?"

"I'm wittle."

Ryou nodded, coming over and sitting next to him, "Yeah… But you're cute. Even cuter than when you were big, doesn't that count for something?"

"… No!" Bakura narrowed his eyes but coughed again and wiped a spot of dust away from his cheek while shivering, "I-It's cold…"

"Aw, poor 'Kura! Well, c'mon, let's get you in the bath, then."

"Wat? N-No, Ryou, I can bave mysef!" He protested as he was picked up and carried down the hall against his wishes, "Dwammit, Ryou!"

Despite his smaller other half's protests, Ryou held Bakura tightly in one arm whilst his fidgeted around and, with the other arm, pushed open the bathroom door. He sat the boy on the toilet (the lid was closed), knelt down by the tub and turned on the water, letting in run into the bathtub. While he checked it, putting his hand in it to make sure it wasn't too hot; he heard tiny footsteps in the background.

Ryou blinked and turned around, almost not being able to contain his giggles at the sight of his little Darkness' naked form tiptoeing out of the room, his feet padding across the tiled floor.

Bakura was not aware that Ryou was watching him and, in his mind, he was making the perfect getaway. 'Awmost dere…' He thought as he reached the door, but just as he was about to make a run for it, he felt two arms scoop him up and before he knew it he was dumped in warm water.

"Wah!" He shrieked.

"Oh, 'Kura, stop it." Ryou smiled, leaning in over the tub, "It's not that bad and now you're finally small enough to play with my old toys!"

"… Huh?"

He reached over on the other side of the tub and picked up a small, yellow rubber duck from the edge. Squeezing it once, thus resulting in a squeak, Ryou put it down into the water and scooted it foreword. The duck swam in a small circle around the chibi Bakura, who frowned.

"I'm nwot a baby, so I ain't playin' with da duck!"

"But it's so cute!"

"… No!"

Ryou gave Bakura sad eyes and sighed, "But—"

"Ryou." He crossed his arms around his chest glaring the duck and then back at his hikari, "Dis ain't per… per… I-I won't stay dis way! You an' Malik an' da midget are gunna twurn us bwack tomorra!"

Laying his head on the bathtub's rim, Ryou pouted and whined, "Fine Bakura, go ahead and spoil my fun."

"I will!"

"…" He got up and walked out of the bathroom, "I'm going to get a towel to dry you off with, don't drown and be careful…"

"I know how ta twake a baf!" Bakura shook his tiny fist as Ryou went out into the hallway and he was alone in the room. He growled, looking around and thought about how much this sucked. He hadn't been this small in five thousand years. His only consolation was that the pharaoh must've been just as miserable. And this bought yet another thought to Bakura. Exactly what had they done to each other to get this way?

But before he could figure that out, his thoughts were interrupted by a little squeak and he looked down and saw that the rubber duck had swam into him, and was now halted by Bakura's bellybutton.

"… Stwupid duck…" He picked it up with both hands and was about to throw it out of the tub, but it squeaked again. He stopped and looked at it for a second before squeezing it again. He liked the sound a little more than he should've. He looked around, making sure Ryou was still gone, before wildly squeaking the duck.

Suddenly, a fit of giggles caught Bakura's attention and he looked over to the door where Ryou was standing, towel in hand and pink with laughter.

"Oh, 'Kura, I knew you'd like it! You sweetheart!"

"N-No! It's nwot watch'ya tink!"

"Get away fwom me, Malik."

"Why are you so grumpy, huh?"

"I wook wike I'm three, I'm nakie an' you won' get outta ma face with dat spoon, why do you think I'm grumpy?"

"…"

Currently, two Egyptians were in their kitchen and Malik had his chibified yami sitting on the table. Since Marik had been complaining about being 'nakie' all the way home and shivering, Malik felt really bad about it and then washed a few of his clothes in hot water and shrunk them so that little Marik would have something to wear.

So, he was in a small white t-shirt and blue-striped boxer shorts, both still warm from the dryer. After that, he tried to get into the fridge to eat watermelon, but Malik quickly snatched it away and claimed that he'd choke on a seed, so here they were, Malik spoon feeding Marik and Marik refusing it.

"Dwammit, I dwon't wan it! No!"

Malik growled, "Marik, I'm not so good at this mommy thing and you're making it harder than it needs to be!"

"… Mommy? You ain't my mommy an' you 'member it!" Marik snorted, turning his head away, "Mommy… yeah, wight."

"Oh shut up! I'm going to get you to eat, Marik, even if it kills us both!" Malik grabbed the spoon again, loaded with blended watermelon, oranges and something that Malik found under the table that looked kind of fruity. He tried to shove it in the chibis mouth, but Marik screamed and jumped off the table, landing on his face.

Sobs were heard coming from the floor and Malik looked down to see his yami crying, tearing falling in a puddle all around him.

"Ah! Marik, are you okay?"

"I'm fwine…"

Before his hikari could pat him on the head, Marik growled, "Malik! Dwon't!"

"Oh, you know I can't help it! I mean look at you! You're so cute and small…"

"I am NWOT!"

"… Fine, then, you don't want to be cute? Then you're big and ugly!"

"… Dat's betta… I tink…"

Malik rolled his eyes and knelt down beside him but as he was about to pick him up, Marik scrambled away and hide under the table, shouting out, "You 'tay away frwom me, Malik! I mwean it! I dun wan' none of dat cuddly-wuddly 'tuff your twyin' ta pull! I ain't a baby an' I ain't gunna 'tay like dis!"

"But, Marik—"

"No!"

Malik pursed his lips together, his left eye twitching. Suddenly, he bent down, scooped Marik up and held him close to his chest, squeezing him, "Well, I'm bigger than you! You can't boss me around anymore Marik, and so when I say cuddle, dammit, I want to cuddle!"

"You ebil fiend!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Jus wait 'till tomorra! I'm gunna get you good and you'll be sowry!"

The hikari smiled wickedly, "C'mon, Marik. Let's go into the living room and… CUDDLE!"

"NOOOOOOO!"

"AH HA HA HA HA HA!"

Meanwhile, Yugi was walking up the sidewalk to the Kame Game Shop, his home and source of income. Little Yami was snuggled in the boy's arms, trying to get warm as he was naked in the out of doors, but the cold leather that Yugi was wearing did nothing but make him even colder.

Yugi opened the door and looked around the shop, making sure the coast was clear. He didn't know what Grandpa would say if he saw Yami like this and so he figured he shouldn't tell the old man, for fear of making his pacemaker speed up.

So they tiptoed up the steps and reached the living room and just as it seemed they would make it into their room and be home free, Yugi's footsteps came to a halt as a hardy shout reached his ears.

"Hello, Yugi!"

"Guh… Um… H-Hi, Grandpa." He muttered, back turned to the elder man and he made sure Yami was almost out of sight.

Grandpa smiled, completely oblivious to what was going on and looked around, a bit confused, "Oh, where's Yami? You two did go over to Ryou's together, didn't you?"

"Um… Yeah. B-But Yami… uh, he wanted to stay and play videogames with Bakura and Marik."

"Pah! Yeah wight! I wouldn't pway, wit dem, Yugi…" Yami's small, spiky head popped out from Yugi's leather jacket and he scrunched up his face, looking at his stunned light with large eyes, "Dere mean…!"

"Yami, no!"

"Huh?" Grandpa blinked and, before Yugi could stuff him back in, Grandpa snatched the tiny boy away, taking a good look at him, "Good lord! Yugi! Were you hiding this from me?"

Yugi hung his head in shame, "Y… Yes, Grandpa, I'm sorry."

"Shame on you! This is something that you tell people! I-I almost can't believe it! My grandson's mothered a lovechild and he didn't even tell me! Oh, what's the world coming to?"

"… Huh?"

"And you're so young, Yugi, you were supposed to wait until you got married, oh the shame!"

"G-Grandpa, wait—"

"You're such a filthy slut, Yugi!"

"WAIT A MINUTE!" He shouted, finally having enough of the name-calling and false accusations, "Grandpa, listen. That's Yami!"

Grandpa blinked, first at Yugi then at the chibi his was holding in his hands. He squinted, "Oh, hello there, Yami!"

"Hewo."

Yugi sighed and explained just what had happened over at Ryou's house. At first, Grandpa didn't really get it and was a bit confused as to how it all occurred, but when Yugi made it clear that it was just another stupid fight between the yamis, Grandpa smiled and nodded.

"Well, that's alright, Yugi, accidents happen. And it seems harmless enough, you three can figure out what to do tomorrow." He yawned, getting up from the couch, "I'm going to close up the shop and then go to bed, goodnight, Yugi! You too, Yami!"

"Goodnight, Grandpa." Yugi said and Yami muttered it quietly as he was collected by Yugi and they went down the hall, finally making it to their room.

When Yugi opened the door, he sighed at seeing all the dirty clothes on the floor from the week and set Yami down onto the floor amidst all the piles of clothes and he looked down, "You know, Yami, it was your turn to clean our room today."

"…" Yami looked around and whined, looking up, "B-But, Yugi…"

"… I won't make you do it, though. For your size it'd take all night! … Oops. I guess you need something to wear, don't you?"

Yami nodded.

"Well…" Yugi craned his neck and then picked up a pair of his boxers off the floor, "Here you go!"

When he was handed the shorts, Yami frowned, "Dos are dirty…"

"But it's the best I can do…!" He sweatdropped.

Yami sighed and struggled with the garments to try and put them on, stumbling backwards and into a small pile of dirty clothes where he disappeared and Yugi laughed himself silly, not bothering to lend a hand to the chibi prince who was drowning in the soiled clothes.

Not a moment passed before Yami's head popped out, accompanied by another head, the next one furry and white, large brown eyes looking over at the chibified prince.

"Ooh, I woke 'im up, I'm sowry." Yami apologized to the kitty.

Yugi shook his head, "Little Fruitcake, you're not supposed to be sleeping in the dirty clothes! The last time you did that, Grandpa thought you were a sock and you came back, starched. Shoo."

The kitten rolled his eyes, getting out of the warm pile and hopping onto the chair in front of the desk. When he was out of the way and the two went back to their business, he thought to himself, 'Well, I wouldn't have been starched if that old coot could tell the difference between a cat and a sock with a Duel Monster on it…'

Yugi had picked up his small yami who now had on the slightly large, slightly dirty underwear and he put him into bed. Yami turned over, trying to pull the shorts back up, "Yugi, I dun wike me wike dis…! I wanna go back to big!"

"I know you do, Yami, we'll do something about it tomorrow." He had to strain to stop himself from tee-heeing at Yami's new way of talking and the fact that he looked absolutely ridiculous in those shorts and the large puzzle that hung from his neck, which caused his head to droop.

Yami narrowed his eyes, "… Pwomise?"

"Yeah, of course! Now go to sleep, Yami, I have to call Ryou. Here, I'll take this off," Yugi said, while reliving him of his millennium puzzle and putting it on the nightstand.

"Tank'oo, Yugi. Remember, tomorra, we go back to big…"

"Yes, Yami, I remember."

Yugi got up from the side of the bed and Yami's eyes dropped down as he yawned and snuggled into the covers and Yugi literally shook, trying to keep from glomping him. He had been trying to at least leave Yami with some self-respect, but it was hard when he looked so adorable. Taking one last look as Yami turned around, Yugi walked over to his desk, shooing Little Fruitcake away again who then made himself comfortable on the bed next to Yami, and Yugi picked up the phone, dialing Ryou's home number.

Ring Ring Ring…

"Hello?"

"Hi, Ryou, it's me."

"Oh, hi, Yugi! I have Malik on the other line; hold on for a sec while I get him into this."

"Okay."

A second later, the phone beeped and then both Ryou and Malik were on the line. They greeted each other but soon came to the topic they really wanted to discuss. Yugi was the first to bring it up.

"So, how are Marik and Bakura?"

Ryou sighed, "Oh, Bakura's fine. He's sleeping on the couch in the living room, can you believe it? He's keeping his distance from me because he says that I won't stop holding and cuddling him! It's so horrible, I mean, can he really blame me? He's SO cute…"

Malik smirked into the phone, "I know! Which is why I strapped Marik to my bed!"

"…"

"…"

The lines were silent until Ryou said, "Um, Malik, he's like three now, go easy."

"Ryou, you sicko, I strapped him there because he was trying to set me on fire for hugging him! But this way I can keep an eye on him and hug him any time I want. Ha."

"Well, Yami's doing fine. But he really wants to go back to normal tomorrow…"

Ryou sighed, "Yeah, Bakura does too. But… I mean… it used to be that Bakura almost never acted so… so adorable and it's just a shame to let him go back to being big and stubborn."

"… What's the difference now?"

"Well, he's small and stubborn! And I can take care of him more now! He acts like he can still take care of himself, but he needed help holding the game controller and everything, and he cries so easily now, it totally makes me squeal every time he bumps his head!"

Malik nodded, "Yeah, the whole idea of me being the one in charge is only too perfect, but what can we do about it?"

It was silent for a few seconds after that.

Yugi blinked and then gasped, "I know what you two are thinking…! You don't even want to change them back, do you?"

"Well, do you?"

Yugi looked at the phone for a moment, as if he was thinking. He turned around in the chair and saw Yami snoring lightly, his small arm draped over Little Fruitcake's tail. He yawned in his sleep and snuggled further under the covers until only a tuft of hair and a hand was seen.

Yugi almost died and held in a squeal, "… Um… No, I really don't…"

"Then what do we do?"

"… Go shopping for toddler-wear?"

TBC...