Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ When we were little ❯ Chapter I ( Chapter 1 )

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Author's Note

I started writing Chibi Yami cuz I had lots of cutesy ideas involving little Yami and DM or little Yami and Yuugi or Little Yami with little Seth. I thought of doing one set in modern day and age with Yami chibified, but that's not working for me. So its off to ancient Egypt for me.

Please review. This one will be continued. I'll continue chibi Yami when I get new ideas.

Set in Ancient Egypt

Mahaado - Dark Magician

Akyra - Chaos Mage

Ana - Mystical Elf

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Chapter I

The man pulled the robe tighter around him. It was getting colder as the night progressed, and still there was no sign of his master. He had looked everywhere. The four-year-old little demon of a master of his was always doing this to him - disappearing for hours without a trace, and then turning up all of a sudden...

Filthy, but unharmed.

He decided to return to the palace hoping that his little master had returned. Chanting a spell under his breath, he quietly opened a portal to the shadow realm. Being a shadow creature, it was easier for him to exist in the shadow realm, rather than the mortal realm. He was exhausted from the long search, and any relief would do him some good. The blue-eyed mage stepped into the portal, and walked through the shadows, until he reached the spot in the shadow realm coinciding with the palace gardens. It felt good to be back in the shadows from which he had been reborn. His shoulders sagged as if relieved from a heavy burden. He could hear the distant wails of the lost souls of the shadow realm, and felt his throat constrict.

:Patience oh lost ones. Your trials would soon end. Patience. Courage. Hope.:

He felt the wails quieten a bit as the shadows calmed under the sorcerer's heartfelt words. In the shadow realm, it was impossible to lie, for the shadows cannot be deceived. They are forever aware of the truth. No matter how much you try to conceal it under multiple layers of duplicity, the truth will always shine through. The mage smiled sadly. He was glad that the lost ones took solace from his words. Whenever he could, he tried to alleviate them of their burden, and guide them onwards towards their goal. The sooner they came to realize the true meaning of their harsh trials, the closer they will be to their release.

The mage discarded his nondescript brown robe in the garden, revealing the deep violet livery of the Dark magician underneath. Detecting a presence in the garden, the mage made his way over to the secluded spot under the trees, his staff raised, wary for any intruders. No one was supposed to be in here at this hour. The palace gardens were open to outsiders for only as long as Ra shone down from the sky, gracing Egypt with his light. As the mage approached his target, he felt relief wash over him and he lowered his staff. Underneath the trees lay his young master, his royal beige garb now a faded brown, there was dirt and grime all over his tiny form.

No cuts, no bleeds, no bruises he observed.

He accidentally stepped onto a fallen twig, making it crack under his foot. A pair of oversized ruby eyes looked up started, a golden lock falling into them, shaken loose. With enormous eyes set in that tiny face above a pert little nose and full lips, the boy looked adorable.

"Mahaado" the boy cried, greeting the mage by his name.

The mage stepped forward, carefully forming a stern expression on his face, struggling not to smile at the cute antics of his little master. The boy batted the bang away back into place behind his ears, with the other two golden locks that streaked back into his scarlet-tipped ebony hair.

"My Pharaoh, where have you been? You could have been hurt! You know you should not wander about alone. And you-"

"Achoo" The young ruler sneezed and another lock fell into his eyes.

The guardian mage immediately stooped down to feel the boy's temperature. He hoped that the boy had not caught a cold. He placed the back of his hand on Yami's forehead, cheeks and neck. Yes, the boy did feel a bit warmer than usual and he was a little flushed. But that could have been because he had been scampering around somewhere the whole of the past three hours.

"Mahaado you worry too much. I'm not sick. Honest." murmured the boy in a tired voice.

The mage smiled at his charge, brushing back the golden lock into place, knowing how much they annoyed the little sprite.

"Young master-"

"Mahaado, don't call me that. My name is Yami. You know that."

The mage smiled but did not answer. They had been in this very same argument so many times, yet he persisted in addressing the boy as `master'. Ever since the Yami's father, the pharaoh had been assassinated, the Dark Magician had made it his duty the guard the young heir to the throne. Then, he was only two years old and already capable of escaping his nannies at top speed, darting in and out in hallways, between people's legs, his small size making him impossible to catch. He already loved the boy too much, and he feared the day he would not be needed any more. He could feel the thick magic coursing through the boy's blood. He knew that one day the boy would grow up to be the ruler of Egypt, and become a very powerful and talented mage. Then, his services would no longer be required.

"Where have you been?" he asked, deliberately leaving out the use of any names or titles.

"The Bazaar!" chirped the happy kid.

"THE BAZAAR!!!" gasped the mage. The future ruler of Egypt all alone, unprotected in the bazaar. What if someone had recognized him? Just how many kids are out there with tri-coloured hair and blood-red eyes? What if he was kidnapped? Or even worse! What if he was killed!

The mage grabbed the boy and pulled him into his arms, dirt, grime and all.

"Mahaado, are you okay?" asked the frightened child, his eyes as big as saucers.

Out of the corner of his eye, the mage caught the silhouette of a leather-clad person wearing a three-pronged hat over long wild ebony hair. In his hand was a staff with an orb fixed at one end. The Magician of Black Chaos.

The Dark Magician relaxed as realization sunk in. The Chaos mage had been guarding his charge in his absence. The boy was safe all along.

The Chaos mage stepped forward, his yellow eyes gleaming in the moonlight glinting with amusement, a smirk across his face. The Dark Magician answered with a nod and a weak smile. With a curt nod, the Chaos mage disappeared, returning to the shadow realm.

"Mahaado?" came a gentle query.

"Forgive me my master. I hadn't meant to frighten you. I thought that you had been alone in the city."

"Well, I was alone. I met Chaos mage at the bazaar. Some people were giving me sweets and he came and took me away. After that, he stayed with me until we came into the palace grounds. Akyra gave me this pendant. Isn't it pretty? It made my hair go blonde and my eyes go brown when I wear it. Akyra told me to wear it when I'm outside the palace."

The mage silently thanked the Chaos mage for his foresight. The disguise was an excellent idea.

The mage knelt down so that they were at eye level and then said in a grim voice "Master, you must never accept anything from strangers or go anywhere with them, alright."

"Okay..." faltered the little ruler, not understanding why his beloved Mahaado was so anxious, but if it made the mage feel any better, he would do as Mahaado says. Then he sneezed again.

"Achoo"

"Bless you"

"Mahaado..." the boy said, his voice quavered as tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

"Young master what is the matter?" asked the worried guardian.

"I think... I think I have a cold" he cried, bursting into tears.

The mage took the child in his arms, cradling him, trying to soothe him. As he rubbed circles on his back, he asked, "My master you will be better soon. All you need is some medicine." The mage immediately regretted his words as the boy began crying in earnest.

"B-But I don't want medicine. It-It tastes like fish oil. And my mouth smells bad for hours. I-I don't wanna smell like a fish!"

The mage smiled into the boy's hair, picking him off the ground.

"There now. Stop crying. Don't worry, you won't need your medicine. I'll call Ana. She'll make you better in a jiffy."

"She-She will." asked Yami, his eyes shining with unshed tears, faint hope glimmering in them.

"Yes she will. She will be here tomorrow. She'll take care of your sniffles." affirmed the mage.

The boy stopped crying immediately, balling his fists, he shut his eyes and wiped the tears away. He smiled sleepily up at his guardian and then yawned cutely.

"Mahaado, I'm sleepy"

"I know young master. Go to sleep. I'll tuck you in."

"Good night, Mahaado" the child murmured giving the mage a soft kiss on the cheek before snuggling into the crook of his neck.

"Pleasant dreams, young master" murmured the mage with a smile, kissing his little demon on the forehead as he carried the sleeping child to his room.

<Owari>

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