I Dream of Ryou

I Dream of Ryou

Mally-chan & hato chiisai

YAOI WARNING

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

Chapter 15

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"You want me to WHAT?!" Bakura screamed, staring at Marik like he was crazy.

Yami chuckled. "I told you he wouldn't go for it!" he said. "NO ONE is crazy enough to try and break into that maniac's house!"

"Does any one ELSE have any ideas?!" Marik howled.

Bakura glared. "Yeah, get over it."

Marik looked at Bakura. "Damn you... I need your help, Bakura! PLEASE!!"

"You're nuts! I'm not stupid enough to break into his house and steal a bottle! He's got whatever he wants! Hell if I even try!"

"Bakura... if you can't pull this off, who can?!" Marik pleaded, grabbing Bakura's hands.

"No one man, just give up, I'll go get you a different Genie or somethin!" Bakura said pulling away. "He's not worth dying for!"

"Maybe not to YOU!" Marik snapped. "But fine. If you won't help me, I'll go alone!" And he turned to find his shoes.

"Marik, don't be foolish!!" Ahmose called.

Yami nodded. "Marik there's no way you can just break into that guy's house! He's a psychopath!" He said shaking his head.

Marik shook his head. "Yes, he's a psychopath! All the more reason to take Ryou from him, and FAST!!!" He shouted back as he walked up the stairs. Ahmose sighed and looked at Yami, helplessly.

Yami sighed as well. "Ahmose, I can’t stop him, you've got magic, can’t you... magic away his arms and legs?"

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "We have to CONVINCE him that he's being stupid!" He said, and looked at Bakura. "YOU'RE his best friend!"

Bakura sighed and nodded, going up the stairs after Marik. "Marik... hey... calm down. Breaking into his house isn't the answer. What good would stealing him do, if you died before his eyes? Or by his hand? You'd scar the poor kid...."
"I have to TRY!!" Marik said in a fierce tone. "I love him! And it's my fault he's being used like this! I fucked up. I fucked up the whole fuckin' WORLD!!!"

Bakura rolled his eyes. "You did not, a psychopath stole him, and fucked up the world Marik. The only thing you did was love him." He said slowly. "Calm down..."

"I was careless." Marik spat, tying his boots. "I was too open with him. No caution... It's my fault he was stolen."

Bakura crossed his arms. "Marik, you loved him, that's not careless. THIS is careless! Charging in there like this will only get you killed! Likely Ryou will have to grant some wish to harm you, do you want to hurt him like this?" Bakura said once more. "Just give us some time to come up with some ideas!"

"Like what?! I had an idea! YOU could get in there, you're good enough! But you won’t do it!!!!"

"It's suicidal." Ahmose said, walking into the room with Yami.

Bakura nodded. "Please? We'll come up with a better plan. Marik, is it worth killing me over?" he asked.

Marik drooped. "We can think of something else, Marik." Ahmose said.

"Like what...?" Marik spat.

"Well... ummm... I think we should start by figuring out the layout of that palace, discover any defenses and security and find out about any personnel who work in there because he's definitely going to have servants and--"

"Oh gods, someone shut him up..." Marik groaned.

Yami clapped a hand over Ahmose's mouth. "Done."

Ahmose frowned and smacked Yami's hand away. "Sorry." He mumbled.

"First thing's first, we have to GET to Mt. Fuji!" Marik howled.

Yami nodded slowly. "Perhaps that is a good idea..."

Ahmose sighed. "What do we tell our brothers? I'm supposed to pick them up soon."

"And Malik will want to know what's going on..." Marik added, glumly.

"We can leave tomorrow." Yami said calmly. "That will give everyone time to explain and prepare."

Bakura nodded. "I can talk to Malik about it, Marik needs to stay home and... not do anything."

"BULL SHIT!! We're leaving right now!" Marik howled.

"Marik Ishtar, if you don't calm down and shut up, I'll stick YOU in a bottle!" Ahmose said loudly.

"Do it!" Bakura and Yami crowed.

"That way we know he won’t do anything insane while the night passes!" Yami added.

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "Maybe I'll stick all THREE of you in a bottle and leave you there all night..." He grumbled.

Yami chuckled. "Can’t keep ME in there."

Ahmose snickered. "You wanna find out...?" He asked with a sinister knowing grin.

"Only if you promise hot sex." Yami teased, smirking, knowing Ahmose would be knocked aback with that comment. "Anyway, C'mon guys. We'll go home and pack up, and first thing in the morning we'll set off for Fuji."

Marik and Bakura were too busy laughing at Ahmose turning red and flapping his mouth noiselessly to answer Yami.

"I, uh... I'm gonna go pick up our brothers..." Ahmose finally mumbled.

"Wait... don't you think Yami should wish for his memory?" Marik asked after a moment, and Ahmose blinked.

"Actually... yes." He said. "That might be wise..."

Yami groaned. "I will when I get home, I'm not collapsing from sudden memory rush with you three around. I'll wake up naked and in New York or something." he said coldly.

Ahmose raised an eyebrow, but Marik and Bakura giggled guiltily. "You know I wouldn't let them do anything to you." Ahmose said. "I'm insulted that you don't trust me."

"You magic-ed my mouth away, and turned me pink." Yami said blandly.

Ahmose snorted. "And you turned me into a pink chicken and a baboon." He shot back. "Let's call it even."

Yami sighed. "Just the same, I'd prefer to do it at home..."

"Why, so Yugi can shave your eyebrows again?" Ahmose chuckled, and Marik and Bakura burst out laughing.

"That was SO awesome!" Marik howled.

Yami growled. "I wish you were a toothless baby lion!" he blurted. Poof. There on the bed sat the most adorable, confused looking baby lion cub.

Bakura blinked. "Oh... my... GOD!" he burst out laughing, picking Marik up by his scruff. "Aren't YOU just the cutest little fuzzbucket?"

"Mao!!!" Marik howled and began thrashing and clawing at Bakura, who was just out of his reach. He hissed, his little ears flattening. Ahmose chuckled.

"Now Yami, really..." He said, shaking his head.

Yami grinned. "Aww... look at him!" he said sneaking in a hand to scratch Marik's ears, being careful to stay out of claw's reach. "Ryou would just die... He'd fawn all over him. I know boys like him, they LOVE the cute and the fluffy..."

Marik yowled and thrashed, trying to claw at Yami, even more fiercely than he had Bakura.

"Come on now, turn him back Yami." Ahmose laughed. "This is NO time to play!"

"Nah, if we keep him this way, we know for sure he's not going anywhere tonight. I'll wish him back tomorrow." Yami said smiling. "Besides, he's cute."

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "Can I go pick up my brother NOW?!" He asked, exhasperated. "And are YOU coming with me?! And WHO is taking care of the cat over night?!"

"MAO!!!"

Bakura laughed. "I'll take him. Malik will love it." He said pulling Marik to his chest. "C'mon you big lug, you can keep me company." He said smiling and petting Marik slowly, to calm him down.

Yami nodded. "I suppose I'm staying the night at your house then." Yami said jabbing Ahmose. "Where I know I'll be safe from sugar high and maniac alike." Yami added. "Let’s get going."

Ahmose snickered. "Sure thing." He said, and they all left the house, Bakura heading for his lovely new car, and Ahmose to his black SUV. Marik's head popped up over Bakura's shoulder, and he hissed at Yami.

Yami laughed. "Oh shut up, what if Ryou heard you hissing like that?" He teased getting in Ahmose's SUV.

Bakura chuckled, getting into his own car and putting Marik down in the passenger seat. "Don’t make a mess please." Bakura added starting the car. "I wouldn't make a mess of your favorite stuff, so you know... same courtesy?" he asked, opening the glovebox and pulling out a beef jerky, before opening it and setting it down before Marik. "There ya go."

Marik growled at Bakura, dug his little claws into the seat, and ripped.

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"You're late." Mikado said, hopping into the car. "What the hell is going on with this Emperor of the World fucker? How'd he get Ryou?!"

Yami sighed. "Broke into Marik's house and stole him." Yami explained slowly. "So... yeah. I'm spending the night." he added quickly.

"Oh! Can Yugi come, too!?" Mikado asked, grinning. "Why are you spending the night?"

Yami sighed. "Why don’t you spend the night with Yugi instead?" Yami said smiling. "I'll even let you two have my stash of candies." he bribed. "I'm staying to chat with Ahmose about some things."

"About what?" Both younger brothers chirped, and Ahmose snickered.

"They're getting more and more alike every day, Yami." He said.

Yami glared at both of them. "Just go spend the night away. We'll talk about it later." He said sternly, signaling he didn't want to talk about it.

Both boys whined, but clamored out of the car when they got to the game shop.

"Well, now that Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum are out of the picture..." Ahmose snickered.

Yami sighed shaking his head. "Yes..." He closed his eyes. "I want you to know, that I am totally against doing this. I hate stirring up things better left alone." he said frowning.

Ahmose sighed. "I remembered my past life. I don't regret it." He said.

"But you regret things FROM it." Yami said calmly. "That Genie."

"True. But I have regrets in this life, as well." Ahmose pointed out.

Yami sighed. "I still hate it." Yami said firmly. "What has been done is done, and I don’t care to remember doing it."

Ahmose sighed. "Are you sure? You could use magic too..." He said with a smile. "Shadow Magic..."

"Oh right, and THAT'S appealing. Nothing like evoking something as pleasant sounding as 'shadow magic'." Yami said dryly. "Something tells me that it's just as evil as it sounds."

Ahmose chuckled. "Magic is neither good or evil, Yami. The nature is determined by the user."

Yami sighed. "I don’t buy that at all... just PROMISE not to do idiot things to me while I'm passed out?"

"Of course." Ahmose said, nodding and pulling into the parking garage of his apartment complex. They got out of the car and headed upstairs. As soon as they got near the apartment door, barking was heard on the other side. "HUSH!" Ahmose ordered, and the barking stopped, but whines continued, and when he finally opened the door, a pair of thin black dogs began jumping around him, trying to lick his face.

Yami laughed slightly. "Those poor dogs are like pups to you." He said smiling. He walked in and sat on the couch, sighing. "Well... uh... Here goes peace of mind?" He said offering a nervous smile. "I uh... I wish I remembered my past life..." he said slowly.

In an instant he gave a gasping groan of pain and collapsed onto the couch, clutching his head, before passing out.

Ahmose sighed, then yelped and tackled the dogs as they went for Yami's face, now that it was within licking reach.

"No! Down! Come on! Abana! Enehy! Kennel!" He sighed and watched the dogs run off to their kennels, Abana in his room and Enehy in Mikado's. Then he turned and went to the kitchen to make something to eat for when Yami woke up...

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Marik gnawed on the jerky from his place on the torn up front seat of the livid Bakura's car.

Bakura growled softly, and picked Marik up by his scruff once they'd reached his apartment. "Gods Marik I ask ONE favor of you. That's it, you're getting a piss shower." He growled furiously. "Tearing my new fucking seats..."

Marik hissed and swiped at Bakura with his claws, kicking and thrashing.

"Is that a LION?!" The landlady shrieked, making Bakura and Marik both wince; they hated that woman.

"No, it's a tomcat. I'm watching him for a friend." He said calmly. "Why on earth would I have a lion?"

The woman frowned. "Well... it had BETTER not be..." She snapped, and returned to her office. Marik spit at the closed door and growled.

Bakura sighed and entered his apartment, tossing Marik down. "Go on." he grumbled, locking the door behind them

Marik growled and snorted, then walked over to the sofa, and lifted his leg.

Before Marik got to start, a shoe struck him harshly. "Keep that up, and I'm not helping you get your little genie friend back." Bakura growled warningly.

"MAO!!" Marik whined, scuttling under the sofa and hissing, then snatched the shoe and began chewing it.

"Marik." Bakura warned once more. "Knock it off! Gods, I wouldn't be a shit like this to you if I was asking YOU to put your life on the line for some shitty little bitch in a bottle." he grumbled grouchily.

Marik's ears shot up, then back, and then with a yowl he was on Bakura's leg, digging his claws in and howling angrily.

Bakura kicked Marik off quickly. "KNOCK IT OFF!" he rumbled. "Gods!"

Marik growled and sat at Bakura's feet, glaring. "Murrrrrrrrrrr...."

"Oh hush up, I have every right to complain and you know it." Bakura said walking to his bedroom and sighing, flopping down on the bed. "I got you a bottle, I didn't MEAN to get you a genie, and now you're expecting me to just run in and steal him from a power hungry maniac? Did it ever cross your mind that that man could wish some horrible DOOM on me?"

Marik meowed unhappily as he tried to jump up onto the bed with Bakura, but was too small.

Bakura sighed and picked Marik up. "How do you get yourself into such unrealistic messes?" he said sighing once more, and petting his friend. "Why did you have to go and fall in love with him? He doesn't have a soul... he's just a Genie you know…"

Marik yowled and bat at Bakura's hand, then bapped him on the nose. "Murrrrrrrrrr...." He growled; grumpy kitty.

Bakura grumbled and swatted at Marik. "Don’t be an ass. Cats like being petted." he grumbled pulling a pillow over his face. "Gods."

Marik growled and hissed, then crawled up onto another pillow and curled up, glaring at Bakura.

Bakura thwapped Marik with the pillow that previously, was on his face. "Oh shut up. We'll save your stupid genie." he grumbled. "But you'd better DAMN well be thankful for it."

"Murph." Marik snorted, and batted at the pillow. Then he sighed and curled up, staring at the window.

Bakura sighed. "C'mon now Marik. Cheer up. We're going tomorrow morning." he said calmly. "We'll get your Genie back and you'll be happy again. He'll be free, and you two can live out your lives in love. And... all that puffy mushy shit Malik an I skipped. Sex is better anyway."

Marik rolled his eyes, then sighed and turned, hopping off of the bed and plopping onto the floor with a "Muroomph!", then trotting into the bathroom. But a few moments later, there was splash, followed by a loud "MREEEOOW!!!" Bakura went into the bathroom to investigate and found Marik trying to climb out of the toilet, but his claws couldn't catch on the porcelain.

Bakura blinked a few moments, before trying and failing to hold back laughter. "Oh gods Marik..." he said running out and coming back with a camera, snapping a quick picture. "I'll give that to Ryou..." he said putting the camera away, where Marik couldn't hope to reach, before plucking the wet lion out of the toilet and rinsing him off in the tub. "Had to piss, didja? You still gotta go?"

"MAOOO!!!" Marik yowled, freaking and throwing a hissy fit at the bath, clawing and batting at Bakura's hands, and biting him, but since Yami had wished him into a TOOTHLESS lion cub... well....

Bakura laughed, despite the clawing. He picked the dripping lion cub up and dried him off. "Look, let’s get you all peed out." He said carrying Marik out to the back, and pointing to the landlady's garden. "Go piss in her rose bush."

Marik growled, then pounced and began... gnawing on Bakura's ankle with his toothless gums.

Bakura blinked down at him and raised an eyebrow. "Oh get off it and piss already."

Marik growled and scratched Bakura, then headed over to the bushes and did his business, then sat there and waited for Bakura to come get him.

Bakura sighed. "C'mon or we'll get busted." He said going back inside and holding the door open.

Marik didn't move. He just stared at Bakura and lashed his tail.

Bakura glared. "Get in here or I'll leave you here tomorrow morning, and tell Yami to leave you this way.

Marik growled, and slowly slunk over to the door and inside, hissing at Bakura.

"Gods Marik why do you have to be such an ass!" Bakura said shutting the door. "I'm doing you a favor here, you could at least be nice to me."

"Murrrrrr..." The cub growled, glaring at Bakura.

Bakura sighed. "Marik... c'mon. I'm putting my life on the line... for someone YOU love." he said softly. "Cant you show a little gratitude?"

Marik grumbled and just stared at Bakura, waiting for him to carry him back to the apartment.

Bakura sighed and opened the door once more, shooing Marik inside with his foot, before going inside as well and shutting the door. "God. Next time you need help screw you too." he said going back to his bedroom and laying down.

Marik snorted and awkwardly trotted after Bakura, trying to scramble onto the bed, and whined loudly when once again, he couldn't.

Bakura once more picked him up and flipped a blanket over himself. "Be grateful Marik... tomorrow might be the last time you see me for all we know. I doubt the last things you want to have done with me is tear me apart with your claws, and act bitchy." Bakura said closing his eyes.

Marik blinked and stared at Bakura, then sighed. A moment later, Bakura felt a damp furry mass sneak under the cover and curl up against him, purring.

Bakura smiled slightly and scratched Marik's ears. "I love you too man... we'll get that lover of yours... I promise... I'll do everything I can..."

Marik purred again and licked Bakura's chin, then settled down to sleep.

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Ryou sighed softly, his master was sleeping, and he was once more, gazing out of a window. Longing... His master would wake soon, and demand something. He however was weakened. The constant beatings and wishes had worn away much of his magic. His clothing and appearance had diminished as well. The once healthy appearance he'd harbored, was replaced by a thin body, scraggly hair, his clothes had dulled to nearly gray, and were tattered from beatings, worn from the wearing of his very soul.

He shivered softly, hugging himself. He'd never imagined that... a Genie could die from overuse of Magic... but he felt so close to... to mortality right now he was almost sure he'd found it once more... and he didn't like what he'd found. It frightened him. It frightened him, that within a little more than 24 hours, this man had made SO many selfish wishes and demands, given him such harsh beatings, that he'd been diminished so greatly. His bottle held equal fury as his master... and as such Ryou feared staying within it too long. The Magic burned him with it's rage. He was disobediant, deserved punishment... and as long as the bottle could it would punish him while he tried to rest his weary soul within.

He closed his eyes, trying to pull some magic form the bottle, without being inside it. "R-Ra please... b-be merciful...." he whispered glowing softly as his body absorbed meager amounts of much-needed magic.

"What did I tell you about being SILENT?!?" Came the horrible bark from the horrible man that Ryou was forced to serve. "Little slut... look at you! Go take a fuckin bath or something... I can't have you looking like some third world wretch... I'm the ruler of the world!"

Ryou whimpered when the meager magic he had been desperate to recieve, suddenly flared up and burnt him to the core. "Ah! M-master... please I... I need rest... p-please calm your fury... i-if I a-am not forgiven... I cannot get my magic...I ... I cannot wash away t-the exhaustion..." Ryou whimpered softly, giving him a pleading look. "I beg of you t-to offer me forgiveness f-for my disobedience...."

Hiroshi eyed Ryou, and snorted. "I'll forgive you when you look presentable again..." He snapped, and headed for the bathroom for a bath. "AND I WANT BREAKFAST READY WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE, SLAVE!!!"

Ryou whimpered and waved his hands, a breakfast appearing on the now-made bed. He groaned, sinking to the floor and panting softly. "S-surely some god bears pity on my soul..." he sniffled burying his face in his hands. "I... I cannot keep on like this... the magic... it will consume my soul...I wont have anything left i-if I'm not forgiven..." he sobbed softly. "Please... ancient gods... I put such faith in you... surely one of you... surely someone feels e-even the... the slightest bit of pity... for such a tormented soul as mine..."

"SHUT UP IN THERE!!!" Hiroshi howled form the bathroom, and fifteen minutes later, walked in and over to his breakfast. But in moments, he had whirled. "It's COLD, BITCH!!!" He screamed, backhanding Ryou.

Ryou moaned in pain, waving away the cold breakfast and replacing it with a new, piping hot breakfast, not even bothering to get up from the floor. "M-master... I beg you t-to forgive me so I might r-regain my magic... I'm dying!"

"You're a genie. You can't die." The man scoffed, eating his breakfast.

Ryou felt tears burning tracks down his cheeks. "Please! Have mercy!" he pleaded desperately. "Master I beg of you, I'll do anything t-to get t-the comfort of forgiveness... gods please!"

The man rolled his eyes. "Oh, just shut up..." He groaned. "God... why the hell do you need forgiveness?! Forgiveness is worthless..."

Ryou winced. "Please... master my bottle... will not let me have magic to grant your wishes... if you do not forgive me... it punishes me..."

"Well, I wish it WOULD give you magic!" the man spat.

Ryou winced. Despite the fact that the wish was granted, the magic he recieved was meager to say the least, and it still burnt his body as it flowed into him. Ryou glowed softly and laid on the floor panting. "H-honorable... w-wonderful master..." Ryou breathed, thankful despite the pain. If his master could just be kept happy and wish-less for a few hours, he'd feel much better. "Please allow me... t-to have a few hours to recover my magic... w-wonderful master of the world..." he offered, hoping the compliments would soothe his master's anger, and persuade him to go easy on the wishes at least.

"I-if I have th-this time I can... can once more be beautiful for you... g-great mighty ruler... s-supreme leader."

The man snorted and glared down at Ryou. "Stop being a snivelling little kiss ass." He snapped. "Fine. Rest. But I'll call you when I need to, and if you don't come, you're in for the beating of your worthless life!" And he turned and swept out of the room.

Ryou sighed softly once his master was gone. He faded into the bottle, shivering at what his... his home had become. What used to be an almost whimsical misty night sky, above, and comforts below was a hellish contorted shell of it's former glory. The air was heavy and black, the mists a grotesque blood red... no cushions remained, and the fountain he formerly bathed in, spouted oil-like ink black liquid.

Ryou sniffled shivering. "M-My prison..." he said sitting on the floor slowly and whimpering when he felt things crawling over his flesh in the darkness, growling and hissing.

But poor Ryou was only in his prison for a little over two hours before he was summoned again by his master.

Ryou appeared, looking a hair better than he had and bowed immediatly, fearing being struck once more. "Y-yes master?"

The man smiled and pat Ryou on the head. "I'm hungry." He said. "And I don’t wish to squander your powers on food. I wish for the Iron Chefs!!!"

Ryou blinked and frowned. "B-but... that would take twice the magic!" he whimpered. "Master I have so very little... s-surely I could just... grant you whatever meal you desired!"

The man frowned. "But then you would not have to grant me a meal ever again!" He pointed out. "Would THAT not save you magic?"

Ryou nodded slowly. "y-yes master... I... I suppose it would." he said softly and with a frown of concentration, he used nearly triple the magic of creating a meal, to summon the Iron Chefs before he collapsed to his knees, panting.

The group of chefs looked terribly confused.

Ryou was too out of it to hear what his master was saying to the enraged men, but it had to have been similar to what he told the women, because the chefs grumbled before falling silent and heading to the kitchen, grinding their teeth when Hiroshi announced that the "Secret Ingredient" for his lunch was to be Soft shell crab.

Ryou slowly pushed himself up, several minutes later and looked at his bottle longingly. "Master... please may I rest further?" he asked softly. "I'm exhausted..."

"Go." The man sighed, waving a hand casually. "Oh, AFTER you provide me with a movie screen on that wall showing Girls Gone Wild."

Ryou sighed, gathering the last tidbits of magic he could spare, and granted the wish, fading into the bottle the instant it had been granted. He was so weak he could hardly find the strength to breathe... his body ached and burned, he looked like he was dying... and despite being in the corrupted bottle, the magic brought him little comfort.

Ryou felt tears drip down his cheeks. "Mercy...p-please.." he mumbled sniffling. "I...I am dying inside and out...Great gods of Egypt...c-can you not hear my cries? A-am I not worthy of forgiveness and mercy?" Ryou whimpered laying on the floor of the bottle, breathing harshly. "I...I have served every master dutifully...I have behaved...please...I beg of you gods...make the pain stop..."

Suddenly, a pair of eyes gleamed in the darkness of Ryou's bottle, and a towering figure with tall pointy ears moved towards the boy...

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Sglily: yyyyeah… we like to make Ryou depressed. Mai will do her part, as will Marik, Yami, Bakura and Ahmose. And yes, Marik needs to be slapped for being careless. Glad you enjoy our fics!!!

Anira_Oceanfang: Muwahaha… you’ll have to read and find out, dear…


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