Tales of Arabian Nights

Tales of Arabian Nights

Mally-chan and hato chiisai

YAOI WARNING!!!!

Disclaimer: We do not own Yugioh or I Dream of Jeannie. But hato does own Mikado and Ahmose…

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Chapter 11

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A month and a half later, Ryou walked to work and giggled softly, playfully hitting people he knew with small snowballs. He loved the snow! The town was all decorated for Christmas, which was only two weeks away!!!

But his joy was not shared by all. A few miles away, the Ishtar house was quiet, and sad. Worry hung thick in the air, and Ishizu feared every phone call would bring the news that Marik had died. She was currently sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, waiting for news about Marik. He had not spoken to her, had not even SEEN her since the day he walked out her front door. All she knew was what her younger brother reluctantly told her.

No matter how many times Ahmose flushed out Marik’s system to clean him up, within 24 hours he was drunk off his ass and high on every drug known to man. Even more worrying, Bakura had gone over to Marik’s house one day and caught him having unprotected sex with a man. Marik couldn’t even tell Bakura the man’s name; apparently he didn’t know and didn’t care, and had been doing this for quite some time.

Ahmose had flushed out his system again, and the group forced Marik to go to a clinic to get tested for HIV. The results hadn’t come in yet, but Ishizu had overheard Malik talking with his friends, saying that if the test came out positive, they would finally get Seto’s bottle out of Ahmose’s safety deposit box and wish the virus away. But Ishizu had had enough, and was putting her cousin into rehab. Now, the problem was finding him. That was what Malik, Bakura, Mikado, Ahmose, Yami and Yugi were out doing right now. Or so she thought….

Ahmose and Yami stood side by side in the shadows of an alley, and watched Ryou pass by. Ahmose sighed. This was a last ditch attempt to get Marik to straighten out. Hell, this boy had the words to push Marik to the brink of breaking his promise and committing suicide, maybe now after a month and a half of calming down, he would be willing to talk Marik into straightening out… Ahmose glanced at Yami and nodded, and the pair left the alley, following Ryou down the street…

Ryou giggled and stuck out his tongue as he walked, trying to catch snowflakes on it. He passed many shops, and would often stop in front of them and look thoughtful. "I wonder what I should make for Christmas dinner..." he said thoughtfully. "I could make a pheasant or a small ham...maybe a miniture turkey..." he mused to himself. "It's a shame father's away...he always loved Christmas dinners. Ohhh...now there's an idea...maybe I could order a meal for him from a vendor near him...oh he'd be surprised!" he said gleefully.

"I'm sure he would highly appreciate it, too." A voice said, making Ryou jump and whirl. Ahmose and Yami walked up to him. "Where is your father?" Ahmose asked.

Ryou blinked and sighed. "Not you again..." he mumbled. "My father is off on an archeological dig." he said calmly.

"I see." Ahmose said. "Is that why you live alone?"

Ryou nodded. "I don’t when he's back...but for now I do."

Ahmose nodded. "I see. No other family?" He cocked his head. "Are you... spending Christmas alone?"

"My mother and sister are in London." Ryou responded calmly. "And it's hardly alone. Just because they are not here does not mean that the spirit isn't there."

Ahmose smiled and nodded. "A good attitude to have... But it won't always keep the loneliness away. It's just... me and my younger brother for Christmas... we have no family. If... If you get lonely... you're more than welcome to celebrate with us..."

"No thank you." Ryou said calmly. "I have my own friends."

Ahmose smiled and nodded. "You're lucky. So are we..." He sighed and glanced at Yami to include him in that statement. He turned back to Ryou. "Marik won't be so lucky. He's going to be alone in rehab for Christmas. If we can find him, that is. He's been missing for a few days..."

Ryou turned back to the shop window. "Misery loves company." Ryou said shaking his head. "And hope is wasted on the hopeless. I won’t go near him. I have a restraining order, and I am quite happy to be left alone."

Yami frowned. "But... you really could help him."

"I'm not going to replace some dead person in his life." Ryou said walking away. "Find some OTHER look-a-like."

Ahmose frowned and followed, reaching out and grabbing Ryou's shoulder, spinning him around. He held out a piece of paper to Ryou. "He's running out of time..." He said. Ryou blinked and opened the paper. Marik's name was at the top. After looking over it a bit, Ryou realized that it was an HIV test. The word POSITIVE stared up at Ryou from the paper.

"He's not the only one without hope, Ryou. The rest of us are losing it, too... His cousins, especially Ishizu, are a wreck. She's scared to death that every day will bring the phone call that tells her Marik is dead. At this point... you may be our last hope..."

Ryou frowned. "It serves him right for surrounding himself with that sort of thing. I already told him to stop, there's nothing else I can do." he said handing the paper back. "He doesn't listen to me anymore than he listens to you." Ryou crossed his arms. "I'm not some messiah, I can’t change things. I took pity on him and told him to knock it off. It didn't work so you can just STOP bothering me. What happens with him after I talked to him is not only NONE of my business, but it's none of my concern either."

Ahmose frowned and opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off when Yami's cell phone rang. Ahmose waited for Yami to answer it.

Yami picked up the phone. "Hey, it's Yami, what's up?" he asked as Ryou turned to leave.

"Yami? We've got him." Bakura said. "Just don't ask where we found him, or what he was doing when we found him. Malik told him about his positive test... he said 'good, I get to die sooner.' Malik still hasn't told Ishizu. Have you found the kid?"

"Yeah...he said no." Yami said shaking his head. "He doesn't want to help.."

Ahmose looked around, then looked at Yami. "He's gonna help anyway..." He said, then ran up behind Ryou, wrapped an arm around him, covered his mouth and dragged him into the next alley, leaving Yami standing on the side walk, stunned.

Ryou bit Ahmose's hand harshly. "LET ME GO!" he howled beginning to pitch a horrible scene.

"Shit! Ahmose, what the hell are you doing!?" Yami yelped following. "We're going to get into SO much shit for this!"

"PUT ME DOWN! HELP! HELP!" Ryou screamed back-kicking Ahmose RIGHT in the groin. "HEEEEELLLLP!!!"

"AHHG!!!" Ahmose yelped, dropping to his knees and cluthing his crotch. Ryou fled down the alley. Ahmose looked up, narrowed his eyes and raised his hand. Ryou skidded to a stop when a wall of black fire erupted before him, cutting off his escape.

Ryou squeaked and backed up looking back at Ahmose and Yami and swallowing hard. "Leave me alone!" he said harshly. "Stop it!" Of course his trembling gave away the fact he was absolutely terrified of the man who could summon up fire-walls with nothing.

Yami frowned. "Ahmose... is this really a good idea? If we piss him off he'll just make a scene and tell Marik to go ahead and die!"

Ahmose got to his feet and approached Ryou. "It's time for you to remember." He said, grabbing Ryou's wrists and putting them together. When he removed his hands, Ryou was shocked to find rope binding them together. Ahmose pressed a hand over Ryou's mouth, and when he removed it, Ryou was gagged. Ahmose then bent over, shoving his shoulder into Ryou's stomach, then stood, Ryou falling forwards before being lifted up. Ahmose turned and looked at Yami, holding Ryou slung over his shoulder. "Let's go." And he walked through the fire, which burned out.

Yami followed quietly for a long time before smirking. "You know… I've noticed something..." he said after a moment. Oh yes, time for another moment to choke Ahmose.

Ahmose sighed as he approached his car. "What?" he asked, opening the trunk door and putting Ryou in. He laid a hand on Ryou's head. "You're going to go to sleep now, okay?" And a moment later, Ryou's eyes fell closed. Ahmose pulled the privacy screen over the trunk space and closed the trunk door. Then he turned and leaned against the SUV, crossing his arms and looking at Yami, waiting for him to tell him what he had noticed.

"You take a lot of punishment and never scare, or complain." He said thoughtfully. "I think we should go to that BDSM place." He said laughing softly. "It'll be a fun new 'adventure' for you, and Anubis would get a kick out of it."

Ahmose's eyes widened and his arms and jaw DROPPED. Yami watched in GREAT satisfaction as the color rose in Ahmose's face.

"WHAT?!" He finally yelped.

Yami laughed. "I'm just joking!" he said laughing and leaning forward, kissing Ahmose's cheek. "I wouldn't make you go... once you saw the audiences that gather, you'd wuss out."

Ahmose just stared at Yami, and slowly shook his head. Then he frowned and grunted. "I would not!!! But the point is, I wouldn't go anyway!!! Now come on!!!" And he got into the car and turned on the engine.

Yami got in too laughing. "Would too! You almost wussed out in the shower before I convinced you to just lock the door. You big sissy." he teased.

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "I do NOT want to do anything where others can see it! And for your information... someone WAS in that locker room!!!" and he turned and glared at Yami. "Anubis told me!!! I am NEVER letting you talk me into doing something like that in a public place again!!!"

"Someone was there and didn't join in?" Yami said smirking. "Well then you know you made someone cream themselves." He laughed. "Because if they weren't joining in, they were enjoying the view. Who wouldn't?"

Ahmose blushed and groaned as he pulled out onto the salted street. "Yamiiiii..."

Yami leaned over and rested his head on Ahmose's shoulder. "I wouldn't say you were sexy, if you weren't. You're sexy, and EVERYONE knows it."

Ahmose flushed again in embarassment, and turned a corner, heading for Marik's house.

"So...curiously...what's the plan for Ryou? He's NOT going to be happy when you wake him up..." Yami said as Ahmose pulled up to Marik's house. "And Marik's likely stoned."

"I'll think of something." Ahmose grumbled, getting out of the car and getting Ryou out of the back. He looked around, and carried Ryou up to the front door. Yugi opened it, having been waiting or them. He looked pale and worried.

"Finally..." He gasped. "They... they put Marik in his room..."

Yami hugged Yugi. "It'll be ok...Ryou's here." he said softly. "Don’t worry...we'll make things better."

Ryou was sleeping soundly as Ahmose carried him up to Marik's room.

Ahmose sighed and walked in. Malik and Bakura were sitting on Marik's bed, on either side of Marik. Marik was shaking and sweating.

"We caught him before he drugged himself up again..." Bakura told Ahmose. "Withdrawal..."

Ahmose nodded and set Ryou down, lightly slapping his cheek to wake him up. By the time Ryou was fully awake, the gag and ropes were gone. Mikado stood at the door to make sure Ryou didn't run away.

Ryou glared and scrambled off of the bed, looking ready to try and kill Ahmose. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" he said loudly. "I'm NOT going to help you!"

Yami winced. "Damn he's loud..."

Ahmose sighed and shook his head, reaching out to Marik.

"Don't fuckin' touch me!!" Marik snapped in a raspy voice. "Get away from me!!!" Ahmose frowned.

"No." He pounced on Marik and grabbed his hair. Marik screamed and cursed as Ahmose once again flushed his system of all the unhealthy toxins in his body. Then, Ahmose let go and hopped off of the bed. Marik curled into fetal position and cried.

"Why can't you all just let me die?!" He sobbed.

Malik sighed. "Marik we don’t want you to die!" he said sitting down next to Marik. "Look we brought Ryou see?"

"Oh don’t you pull ME into this." Ryou said coldly. "I agree with him!" he said pointing to Marik.

Marik, who had turned to look at Ryou, just buried his face into his pillow again, sobbing. Ahmose frowned. "Malik. Bakura." He beckoned to them, and they left the room. Ahmose looked at Ryou, then Marik, then closed the door to the bedroom, leaving the two alone together.

Ryou merely turned away and stared at the wall.

Malik frowned after a long time passed, and the only sounds heard were Marik's pathetic sniffling and whimperings.

"This isn't going to work... he's a fucking ice prince!" Malik said slamming a fist into the wall, looking near tears as well. "God make him remember! If this really is Ryou then he needs to remember before he convinces Marik to just kill himself!"

Inside the room Marik's whimpers had finally faded to the occasional sniffle. He just lay still, gently stroking the bottle that rested by his head.

Ryou stood firm, silent and looking at the invisible interesting thing on the wall. He had no intention of helping the freaky drug addicted Egyptian.

"Look, we're gonna use the genies to wish away the HIV, we might as well wish his memories back too." Malik whined. "If we don’t this'll just keep repeating!"

Ahmose sighed and nodded. "Fine..." He said softly. "Mikado... did you bring my back pack?" Mikado nodded and handed it to Ahmose. Ahmose unzipped it and pulled out a silver bottle studded with sapphires. He stared at it a moment, then looked at the others. "I... don't want to do this..." He said, looking over at Yami. "I'm afraid of Seto... I never intended to summon him... but..." He sighed and shook his head, then walked into the bedroom again and looked at Marik, then Ryou.

Yami followed Ahmose in and hugged him. "I can do it, if you're scared..." he said softly. "I don’t want you uncomfortable... I can handle him... he's just an obnoxious prick."

Ahmose shook his head. “No. I won’t grant him the satisfaction of knowing that he frightens me…”

Yami nodded. "Alright... I'll be right here ok?" he said hugging Ahmose once more.

Ryou turned and glared at them. "I want to leave!" he huffed. "It stinks here and he's being a big baby!"

Ahmose frowned and held up a silver bottle. "It's time for you to remember, Ryou." He said. He pulled out the sapphire stopper and passed it to Yami. He took a deep breath. "Time to meet the man who brought about your death almost six months ago..." And he rubbed the bottle.

A blue mist arose from the bottle, and Seto appeared. It took a moment for him to orient himself before he smirked at Ahmose. "Oh look who it is." he said coldly. "Did you fuck up so badly you couldn't fix it yourself?"

Ahmose glared. "I seem to remember that it was YOU who fucked things up so badly that I can't fix it myself. So I'm going to make YOU fix it." He hissed.

Seto crossed his arms. "Oh really? I paid for my fuck up." He said calmly. "What could possibly have happened between then and now that's MY fault? Nothing."

Ahmose turned and looked pointedly at Marik, then Ryou.

Seto turned and blinked, before smirking broadly beginning to laugh. "You can’t seem to kill ANYONE these days." he laughed.

Ahmose glared. "Shut up." And eyes burning, he stalked over to Seto, and to everyone's shock, backhanded him. "This is all your fault, you bastard..."

Seto gripped his cheek, but still held a broad wicked smirk.

Yami groaned. "Gods..." he grumbled.

Seto chuckled, but said nothing more.

Ahmose glared at Seto, shaking. Whether it was in fury or something else was not known. "I wish for Marik's body to be cleaned of disease... remove the HIV..." Marik slowly turned and stared at Ahmose through bloodshot eyes.

Seto rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. "Done, but you really should let the pathetic bitch just die."

Ahmose snorted. "There is no reason for him to die... I wish that Ryou remembered... everything..."

Seto burst into laughing. "You'd send him into a coma." He said calmly. "His bottle's in disrepair, and you cant go cramming three millennia worth of memories into a mortal's mind." he crossed his arms. "But sure I can do that. Nothing more fun than picking off his scrawny ass once more.”

Ahmose glared. "Just do it. And go CAREFULLY... do NOT go too fast and damage him."

Of course there was a shriek of utter agony and Ryou dropped to the floor unconcious. Seto smirked. "Whoops, I already granted the wish before you told me to go slow... you really should think things through more carefully." Seto laughed. "You ARE the one who laid the rules down after all... you should have realized."

Marik let out a cry and leapt from the bed, rushing to Ryou and kneeling, gathering the boy up into his arms. Ahmose watched him, calmly, then looked at Seto. "Now... wake him up gently and slowly, and without pain, with all his memories in their proper places. That is a wish."

Seto shrugged. "Can’t. I told you before the first wish, that you'd send him into a coma. He's too weak, you can’t cram three millennia worth of memories into a mortal." Seto said chuckling. "So, congratulations, you have a body."

The tarnished lapis and gold bottle glowed softly, shimmering weakly and fading, cracking. Ryou glowed softly and his clothes shimmered, changing to the harem outfit, but he remained completely unconsious.

"Anything else, Einstein?"

Ahmose stared at Ryou and shoved past Seto, kneeling and laying his hands on Ryou's face.

"What did you do?!" Marik hissed, staring at Ahmose in horror. Ahmose bowed his head, letting his forehead rest on Ryou's searching for the boy's consciousness.

Ryou gave a pained whimper in his 'sleep' and began shivering. Marik's heat was still off and he was becoming cold.

"Good luck finding any life in him, Without his precious bottle to feed him energy he'll just lay there." Seto laughed. "Kinda like Snow White, only Prince Charming's kiss isn't gonna work." he laughed at that. "Good news is, you've got a rather large paperweight, or perhaps a fuck doll."

Ahmose frowned, and slowly lifted his head, thinking. He stood and went to Marik's bed, picking up Ryou's bottle, and eyeing the cracks in it. He turned and looked at Seto.

"Repair it." He said.

Seto laughed. "You made it, you have to fix it." he crossed his arms. "What do I look like? A goldsmith?"

Ahmose blinked, then glared at Seto. "Shut up and go back to your fuckin' bottle."

Seto burst into laughter. "With pleasure, oh great imbecile." he said offering a sarcastic bow and disappearing.

Yami corked the bottle and glared. "Gods what an ass!"

Ahmose growled and picked up the bottle, putting it in his pocket. He walked over to Marik and knelt again.

"Let me have him..."

"NO!!!" Marik cried. "You've done enough!!!" And he turned away, rocking Ryou. Ahmose frowned and sighed.

"Marik... I can fix this..."

Yami nodded. "Yeah, all Ahmose has to do is fix up Ryou's bottle!" he said quickly. "C'mon, then Ryou'll be back. Besides, do you want him coming back when the home he loved so much looks like this? He'd cry!"

Marik blinked and looked around. Ahmose chuckled and looked at Yami. "I'm sorry... I can't help it..." and he snatched Seto's bottle and rubbed it again.

Seto appeared once more. "Oh, did idiot forget something?" he asked in a baby-tone. "What do you want now?"

Ahmose smirked at Seto. "I want you to have this house spotlessly clean by tomorrow morning. And you are to clean it by hand. And NO trouble. No speaking. NOTHING but cleaning."

"Then I'd have to throw that mongrel out in the street, because he's garbage." Seto countered laughing at Marik.

Ahmose snorted. "Shut up and do it. I'll be back first thing in the morning." He turned and walked over to Malik. "Why don't you take Marik home tonight? I'm sure Ishizu will want to see him. And... tell her Marik tested negative, hm?"

Malik nodded. "Alright...C'mon Marik...lets get some food into you. You don’t want Ryou to see you all...skin and bones like this." He said softly. "He'll be so disappointed." He cooed, helping Marik up. "Let Ahmose fix the bottle...then Ryou will be awake, and he'll be back just for you."

Ryou shivered more in Marik's arms, whimpering softly in his sleep.

Marik nodded and looked at Ahmose. "I... I'm counting on you..." He said softly.

Ahmose gulped and nodded, taking Ryou from Marik.

"I won't let you down..." He said softly, and watched Malik and Bakura take Marik out of the room. Ahmose sighed and looked down at Ryou.

"His life is depending on this Ahmose." Mikado said, clapping his brother on the back. "So, you know... no pressure." Ahmose gave his brother a look.

"Oh, shut up..."

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Ishizu blinked up from her dinner preparations when she heard the door open. When Marik came in she abandoned the food and rushed forward, hugging him. "Oh gods..." She said near tears. "Are you ok? What were the test results?"

Malik smiled. "Negative..."

Marik sniffled and hugged his cousin back, resting his head on her shoulder. "I'm sorry..." He whispered. "I'm so sorry..." He sighed, feeling his cousin run her hand up and down his back.

Ishizu nearly cried in joy. "Thank the gods..." She breathed. "C'mon Marik...lets get you cleaned up and fed... no more drugs and sex... ok?"

Marik nodded, rubbing his eyes and nose. "Y-Yeah..." He said softly, giving her a watery smile. "Okay..." Bakura smiled and leaned over, whispering to Malik.

"This is a family thing..." He murmured. "I'm gonna head home... you be with your sister and cousin, okay?"

Malik nodded and hugged Bakura. "You talk like you're not family...but alright." He cooed. "I'll see you tomorrow..."

Bakura smiled and nodded, slipping out the door, leaving Marik with his family.

"Do, umm... do I have any clothes here?" Marik asked. "I think I've been wearing these for four days straight..."

Ishizu nodded. "Yes of course...you go take a bath and I'll make you some dinner..." She cooed.

Marik nodded and headed to the bathroom, delighted at the prospect of a bath with HOT water. Malik sighed and sat down at the table, smiling at his sister.

"I think we might finally have him back this time..." He said.

Ishizu smiled. "That's good...He's so much better than all this..." She said going back to begin cooking again, adding much more food to the menu.

Malik smiled and propped his chin in his hand. "You know that kid that took out a restraining order against Marik? Cuz Marik thought he was Ryou back from the dead?"

Ishizu nodded calmly. "Did he have a talk with Marik?"

Malik sighed. "Well... kind of... but... I didn't tell you this, sis... I didn't want to upset you... but... he yelled at Marik about a month ago... right after the restraining order was taken out. He had followed Marik home and saw him getting out a syringe and stuff... and he yelled at him... really upset Marik. Marik almost commited suicide right there, but didn't..."

"He needed yelling at...he was being stupid..." She said shaking her head. "I'm just glad he's snapped out of it now." She said beginning to scoop rice from the steamer into bowls. "Fried shrimp, or fried catfish?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Shrimp." Malik said. "Well, anyway... Ahmose kidnapped that Ryou kid today." He waited for his sister's reaction.

She handed him his bowl, as well as a plate of crisped water chestnuts. "Really now? Why on EARTH would Ahmose do that?!"

Malik smiled. "Because. That kid IS RYOU. He's been brought back as a mortal. He just doesn't remember."

"It's hardly a wonder he got a restraining order...if I heard you say that to me, I'd want one too!" she said coldly. "Honestly...that sounds just insane."

Malik smiled and shook his head. "It's true! Ahmose has him now. He's gonna help Ryou remember and come back to us!!! Oh... and sis? I'm not dissing your cooking or anything, but maybe you should make Marik some soup... he hasn't been eating much. I don't know what his stomach can take..."

She nodded slightly. "I'll send him some rice too...starchy food is good when you've been starving yourself.."

Malik sighed and nodded, poking some shrimp into his mouth. "Mmmm... this is good, though..." He said. "Ishizu... don't you beleive that this kid is Ryou?"

Ishizu shook her head. "I don’t know Malik...I hope he is, for Marik's sake."

"Well..." Malik said through a mouthful of rice and shrimp. "Ahmose seems to think he is... and considering all the wierd shit he knows and can do now... who am I to doubt him, right?"

Ishizu laughed softly. "We'll see I suppose. He's either right, or on his way to jail time."

Malik giggled. "I can't see any jail holding him..."

"All they'd have to do to keep him indoors is strip him naked." She said stifling a giggle.

Malik burst out laughing. "He's a sorcerer, sis!!! He can conjure clothes out of thin air!!!"

"Strip him naked and surround him in horny sex fiends." She corrected.

"Oh, yeah... watch as he panics completely and blows the whole place sky high...." Malik laughed. "Then he'll be naked sitting in the middle of ground zero!!!"

She rolled her eyes. "Then they'd send in Yami."

"What's he gonna do? Screw him into submission?" Malik laughed.

"Isn't that what he always does?" She asked calmly.

Malik giggled. "No, usually he just makes lewd comments and laughs at Ahmose's reaction, which tends to include either tripping or choking."

She giggled softly. "Ahmose is funny." She said calmly. "He just doesn't realize how funny he is when he's choking over something so silly."

"He's a prude..." Malik said calmly.

"Prude?" Marik asked, walking into the room with a towel around his waist. "Let me guess who you're talking about... Ahmose."

"Bingo." Malik said grinning as Ishizu got up to give Marik his soup and rice. "Here sweetheart." She said kissing his cheek. "Eat and then go take a nap."

"Can I get my clothes, first? Where are they?" Marik asked.

"In your room." Ishizu said calmly. "You left a lot here when you moved." She added. "Go ahead and take your food with you."

Marik blinked. "I could have sworn I took everything with me..." But he took his bowl with a smile of thanks, and turned to go down to the basement. But when he turned, he revealed his bare back, and the markings covering it. Malik's eyes widened. Oh yeah... there was another thing he had forgotten to tell his sister...

She remained calm until he was gone, then turned to Malik. "WHAT happened to his back?!"

"Ummm... well... you know how I told you about Seto and Pegasus trying to make us slaves?"

"Don’t say another word." She said calmly. "On second thought, I don’t want to know."

Malik sighed and nodded. "All you have to know is... they're more permanent than a tatoo... he's stuck with them..."

She sighed. "Well I'm sure if Ryou's back he can just wish them away if he wants."

Malik sighed and smiled. "I think they're kind of cool, actually..."

"Don’t start." She scolded.

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Mikado frowned as he concentrated on chopping up the leeks, and not his fingers. Abana sniffed at the counter.

"No. Not for you." Mikado said, and the dog whined, but sat down. There was a knock on the door, and both Abana and Enehy charged to the front door, barking. Mikado sighed and went to answer it.

"Ack!" Yami yelped shoving the dogs off as they charged him when Mikado opened the door. "Stop! DOWN!" he said firmly. "OFF! Ra damnit! Mikado get them off of me!"

"Come!" Mikado commanded, and the dogs ran to him. "Sit." They obeyed. "Come on in, Yami." He moved aside.

"How's Ahmose doing?" Yami asked stepping in and glaring at the over-excited dogs. "Can I see him?"

"I guess... he's working right now... if our landlord came in and saw what he was doing, we'd be evicted on the spot."

"He finally agreed to make amature porn?" Yami said chuckling.

Mikado burst out laughing. "No. He's re-casting Ryou's bottle."

Yami chuckled and walked back to Ahmose's room. "I'll tease him then." He said peering in. "Hey Ahmose..." he cooed. "How you holding up?"

"Oh, hey..." Ahmose said, glancing back at Yami. "Pretty good, I think..." He was kneeling in his closet, which seemed to have been transformed into a whole new room, completely made of stone, and much BIGGER than his closet. He was currently holding large metal tongs in his gloved hands, and with the tongs was holding a large cup filled with molten metal. He was sweating heavily (and had discarded his shirt) and had his hair tightly braided to keep it out of the way.

Yami grinned. "How's the smithing coming?" He asked looking on the bed, seeing Ryou tucked into it and sleeping soundly. "Ryou seems fine...so it must be coming well."

Ahmose smiled. "He's been sleeping this whole time... Mikado wants me to finish and wake him soon so he can have his bed back." Ahmose chuckled. "We've been sharing."

"It's not like Ryou would mind sharing..." Yami said laughing. "You know how kind hearted he is...when he's himself."

Ahmose snickered. "I'm not worried about Ryou..." He said, pouring the molten gold into the cast. "I'm more worried about what MARIK would do to me... how is he by the way? Staying clean? I don't wanna have to flush all that shit out of his body again..."

Yami nodded. "As far as I've heard he's been cleaning himself up...probably doesn't want to look like TOTAL shit when Ryou wakes up..." he said sitting next to Ahmose and watching. "At least you know what you're doing."

Ahmose smiled slightly, but was still focused on what he was doing. He finished casting the metal, the tongs and vessel they held disappearing. Ahmose sighed and sat down, looking at Yami while he waited for the metal to cool.

Yami smiled. "Lookin great." He said as the metal slowly cooled. "You really should take up this kinda thing as a profession. I bet you'd make some great stuff." Yami teased, picking up a paper and beginning to fan Ahmose. "Plus you're hot when you're all sweaty and obviously working hard." He cooed grinning.

Ahmose blinked and flushed, but then smiled and shook his head. "Right... all my life I've always dreamed of being a blacksmith." He snorted, smirking.

"Hey, I bet you could make some of MY old stuff." Yami cooed. "Fine craftsmanship." He chuckled. "I know good stuff when I see it."

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "I am NOT your personal smithy, Yami." He said, getting up on his knees to check the bottle. He sighed and reached for a mallet and chisel. He positioned the chisel, raised the mallet and brought it crashing down. The cast split in two, revealing the bottle. Ahmose smiled and reached out, removing the bottle and holding it in his gloved hands. He then moved over to a small table where a soddering iron sat, along with the peices of lapis lazuli.

Yami chuckled as Ahmose began attaching the lapis. "You must have mastered making this thing by now... this is what? Round two?" he said watching as the bottle would twinkle with each lapis added.

Ahmose snorted. "Three, actually... I made it in the first place in Egypt." He said. "Your father certainly insisted on turning me into a Jack of All Trades when we were growing up... sometimes I was furious, thinking I would never need to know the things he insisted I learned... kind of like Algebra these days... but everything I learned will come in handy some day, I think."

"Dad was a smart man... in many ways… and a dumbass is many ways." Yami chuckled. "I can only hope I fit into the 'brilliant' shoes more than the 'fucking retard' shoes."

Ahmose laughed. "We ARE talking about the same man, right? You know... the man that raised us both? Died when we were fourteen? Was Pharaoh?"

Yami chuckled and nodded. "He was MY dad." he said calmly. "I know what I'm talking about."

Ahmose smiled slightly and nodded, before turning back to his work. "He was a good man... and a good King..."

"Yup... I loved when he'd do idiotic things... without meaning to. Remember when we were young? 'Don’t hit!'" and Yami gently swatted Ahmose's hand. "I always loved things like that."

Ahmose laughed. "I miss how he would come and tell us stories... when he would have the time to put us down for our nap..."

Yami smiled as Ahmose continued. "After Ryou became a genie, he kept us entertained... remember that day I was being an ass... and made him balance on top of a ball, and juggle knives? Gods I feel bad for some of the ridiculous things I made him do..."

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "Gods, don't remind me..." He snorted. "And what do you mean he kept US entertained?! He kept YOU entertained!!!"

"Oh really? I seem to recall you wishing for books a number of times." Yami pointed out. "Books that were far overseas.... not that Ryou EVER complained about either of us... gods he's such an angel..."

Ahmose sighed and nodded. "Yes... He is..." He said, and set the last stone. He smiled. "There..." He said, polishing it with his discarded shirt. "Done."

The bottle glowed brightly, seeming to twinkle in thanks, and Ryou gave a soft gasp, before disappearing into the bottle.

Yami smiled. "Well... it looks like Ryou's ok..." he said looking at the bottle as it's glow faded to a glimmer, before returning to a normal bottle. "Congratulations, you've yet again successfully smithed Ryou's bottle. You get a gold star sticker." Yami teased.

Ahmose snorted and stood, walking out of his closet and sitting on his bed, looking at Ryou's bottle in his hands. Then he turned and looked across the room; Seto's bottle sat on his desk. "Tomorrow, we'll give Marik the bottle. And I'm putting Seto's back into my safety deposit box..."

"Marik will be thrilled... lets just hope Ryou's ok... maybe we should wait until he's ok and summon him first... make sure he’s not still a frostbitch." Yami said after a moment.

"Yeah... that might be a good idea." Ahmose said. He sighed, then rubbed the bottle.

The bottle twinkled angrily at Ahmose as if to say 'knock it off! It hasn’t even been five minutes!'. Yami laughed. "I think it's pissed."

Ahmose blinked and cocked his head. "Well... maybe we'll try again in the morning..." He mumbled, smiling in slight amusement. He set the bottle on his desk, away from Seto's. "I'm gonna grab a shower. Hopefully Mikado will be done with dinner, soon."

Yami grinned. "Oh good, I'll join you then. Your shower isn't public."

Ahmose stopped dead and slowly turned, giving Yami an incredulous look. "You're not a Pharaoh... you're a nymphomaniac!!!"

"Only for you." Yami cooed. "If I was a nympho, I'd be fucking anyone alive...I don’t...You just arouse my interests in more than one way."

Ahmose sighed and shook his head. "I don't know if I should be honored or mortified..." He grunted.

"I try to imply a good amount of both." Yami laughed. "Because you're so cute when you're mortified."

Ahmose flushed again, but smiled. "One of these days, Yami..." He said, heading to the bathroom. "One of these days..."

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The missing Seto/Ahmose rape scene from chapter 7 is now up!!! GO READ!!!

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