The Thanatos Prophecy #1 [Rewritten As The Shroud Of Sharayar]

Night XIII

Night XIII
An Old Switcheroo

Mahad thought Anubis looked absolutely ridiculous as he stood in an old outfit of his, trying to find a way to make it fit his length.

To be honest, he didn't know why he had really consented to the brunette's plan. Maybe it was because no other choices were left available for him.

All the same, here he stood, glancing back at the staircase slightly as he tried to adjust the tan coloured garments on the boy, judging it accordingly.

The worst part was his braid.

Ugh, that braid, Mahad's eye twitched in irritation, scissoring the hairy appendage from its place in his mind.

The hairstyle itself wasn't that bad. It fit the Aegean, roulettes of black melding together comfortably to form a large plait. It almost extended past his knees.

It had been when he had aimed a sword at the material that Mahad really knew the true depths of Anubis' obsession with fashion.

Whatever fashion sense he had anyway.

The second the male had glanced away unsuspectingly, was the mere instant the Aeiytian had whipped out his sword and swiped, aiming to cut off a good portion of it.

Clang! The slash rebounded, sending him flying into the chair nearby.

Anubis clung to his hair in horror.

"Mahad!" he gasped in shock and betrayal, "I trusted you!"

"Wrong move, I guess?" Mahad shrugged sheepishly, not knowing what else to say.

The boy then proceeded to rub his braid against his face comfortingly.

"It's okay," he calmed it, "Mahad didn't mean it... He accidentally tried to hit you," he attempted to erase the incident from his head.

What the... he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Strange kid.

A sword pointed at his neck sharply, nearly drawing blood.

"Never touch my braid," Anubis threatened, getting the point across.

"You put an enchantment on it..." Mahad processed slowly, leaning back out of killing range.

His brain was having problems comprehending such idiocy.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" he groaned as if it happened every day, his hand meeting his face in exasperation.

He sheathed his green sword.

A small snicker could be heard from above as he looked up in confusion, glaring at his younger sibling.

Rolling on the top of the staircase, was Hathor, tears streaming from her eyes in pure unadulterated joy. It had seemed to be all fun and games as he fumed angrily.

Until she rolled a bit too far.

Clattering, the redhead collided with each step painfully, gasping slightly as she rolled.

Worried for her well-being, Mahad dived at the bottom of the stairs, her form landing on him finally as he groaned in pain. The siblings moaned.

Waddling in a pair of slightly bigger boots, Anubis made his way over, his face twisted in concern. Kneeling down awkwardly, he looked at them.

"Are you two alright?" he questioned.

"Does it look like we're alright?" Mahad grumbled from underneath the heavy girl, "...Where does your extra weight go?" he muttered to himself.