I Dream of Ryou

I Dream of Ryou

Mally-chan & hato chiisai

YAOI WARNING

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

Chapter 17

"Ra dammit, Bakura!!! Knock it off!!" Ahmose howled. "I swear, I will shove that squirtgun up your ass SO FAST!!!"

Bakura cackled and put it away. "What?! I'm not doin anything!"

Yami chuckled. "heh heh...we almost there? he's going to run out of water if you drive much slower." he teased. "besides, I'd like to end this whole mess.”

Ahmose sighed. "What do you mean 'are we almost there' Yami, the mountain is only RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!!"

"Chill, Inarus! I swear, you're gonna have a heart attack by age thirty!" Marik laughed, then leaned forwards and reached around the headrest of Ahmose's seat, beginning to massage his temples. "Breathe in... breath out... breathe in... breathe out... relax..."

"ISHTAR!!!" Ahmose howled, smacking at Marik's hands.

Yami laughed harder. "It's because he died a virgin once, and he knows he's dying a virgin again." he called back. "His ass is so tight that not even the tree in it can grow anymore.”

Ahmose slowly turned and gave Yami a look. Ten minutes later, he pulled to a stop and got out of the car, staring up at the palace on the mountain. He sighed.

"What now?" Marik asked.

"I should do some recon..." Ahmose said. "And devise a plan from there."

Yami leaned against the car and looked up at forested mountain. He whistled softly. "Well, let’s just hope nothing goes wrong or something..."

Ahmose nodded, then stepped away from the car, and seconds later his clothes fell to the ground, and there was squawking. A moment later, a black hawk flapped out of the shirt and spread its wings, taking off and heading for the palace.

"Hm. I guess we wait." Marik said.

Yami nodded. "Yeah..." he said picking up the clothes, folding them neatly and carrying them behind a bush, where Ahmose could dress in private once he returned. "Nudist..." he chuckled, coming back.

Marik grinned and leaned against the car and waited. And half an hour later, the hawk returned and landed on Yami's shoulder. It cocked its head, looked around, then chirped and nipped Yami's ear slightly.

Yami laughed. "Behind the bush Ahmose, I figured you didn't want to flash your naked ass to all of us." he said pointing to the bush. "Of course, maybe I was wrong... I can go get your clothes for you."

Ahmose turned and flapped off of Yami's shoulder and over behind the bush. A moment later he appeared over the bush from the chest up. "Thanks." He said, and began to dress.

Yami chuckled. "And here you thought I was a total ass." he said smiling, not turning around. "I know when to not play."

"So. What did you see?" Marik asked.

"Plenty." Ahmose said. "And I think I have a way to get us in."

Yami grinned. "Then lets get moving. The sooner this is over with, the sooner Marik will stop spazzing."

Ahmose sighed. "You haven't heard HOW..." He said, and Marik looked at him.

"Why do I not like the way you're saying that...?" He asked.

Yami sighed. "How?" he asked, not really liking how he'd said that either.

Ahmose sighed. "I've watched the people in the palace, and seen who can get near this... Hiroshi guy..." He said, then sighed and shook his head. "Boys, this stays between the four of us. We're gonna have to surrender our manhood this time. I have to give us a sex change."

Yami gagged. "Like HELL you are!"

Bakura nodded coughing harshly. "What the hell EVER!"

Marik stared at Ahmose like his nose had fallen off.

"Look, the only people in there are WOMEN!!!" Ahmose shouted. "You think I wanna turn into a chick!? I don't! But that's the only way I can see!!! There are security cameras and stuff all over the place! We have to get near that guy to get the bottle!!!"

Bakura shook his head. "Oh hell no. There is NO way I'm becoming a chick. I'm sorry, but my gut's tellin me that's a TERRIBLE idea, and I'm gonna have to say no." he said shaking his head, looking actually... genuinely upset.

Marik frowned. "Ahmose. Are you SURE there is no other way?" He asked. "I mean... maybe turn us into mice?"

"I can’t anthromorph ALL of us. A sex change, I can do to all of us. It's the only thing I can think of. Well... the BEST thing, at least..." He said. Marik sighed and looked down, thinking.

".... Okay."

Bakura shook his head again. "I'm sorry Marik... but something is telling me that there's something really... not good about that idea..." he said frowning. "I can wait here in the 'getaway' mobile, or something..."

Yami sighed. "If Bakura doesn't want to, we can’t force him... I'll go... and I'm going to hate it."

Ahmose sighed and nodded, and Marik looked at Bakura.

"Bakura... please? You're my best friend... I need your help... Ahmose can get us in with this... distasteful trick but... we may need YOU to actually GET the bottle..."

Bakura frowned. "Marik... I REALLY don’t want to." he said shaking his head. "Please man, you're as good a thief as I am, I'm sure you can do it fine."

Marik frowned. "I'm NOT!!" He gasped. "Bakura, please. You think I wanna turn into a girl? What's wrong, man? You look... scared..."

Bakura shook his head again. "I'm sorry man, but I draw the line there. I'd die for you, but I’m not changing genders for you, that was NOT in the 'friend' contract."

Marik frowned. "Why? Bakura... please..." He said softly. "I really need you with me..."

Bakura sighed. "Fine... but... I want you to know, this genie is not worth this... and if something bad happens, I'm NOT forgiving you, because you forced me into this." he said warningly.

Marik smiled and nodded, then crushed Bakura in a hug. "Thank you..." he said softly, then looked at Ahmose. "Well... let's do it, cupcake." Ahmose gave him a look.

Yami sighed. "I hate this... I like being a guy... this is going to be so awkward... I'm not into lesbians..."

Ahmose snorted. "None of us are."

"Speak for yourself." Marik snickered as Ahmose raised his hand. Ahmose paused and gave Marik a look, then took a deep breath. And a few minutes later, the four young men were four young women, looking around awkwardly trying not to look at themselves, or each other.

Yami finally blinked at Bakura. "Damn, you're a little princess aren't you?" he said, wrinkling his nose. "And I sound like a friggin slutbag."

This made Marik turn and look around. "You LOOK like a friggin slutbag." He... she said in a new voice that sounded much like Ishizu. He looked down at himself and pulled on the collar of his shirt, looking down at his chest. "Hmmm..."

"Are you checking yourself out?!" Ahmose blurted, a slight squeak in his/her voice.

"Would you rather I check YOU out?!" Marik laughed. Ahmose sighed and shook his head.

"You'll get the chance. Bikini, cheerleader, lingerie or harem outfit, Marik?" Ahmose asked.

Yami wrinkled his nose. "Oh gods can this GET worse?!"

Bakura groaned and thunked his head against the SUV. "SHOOT ME NOW!"

Ahmose sighed. "Afterwards. And remember. This is between the four of us. I won't tell if you won't." And a moment later, Ahmose's jeans and shirt had changed into a purple and gold harem outfit. Marik raised his eyebrows.

"You make a hot chick, Inarus." He said with a grin, and Ahmose glared.

"Pick an outfit and shut up, Ishtar." Ahmose growled back, but blushed and pulled his long hair off of his back and draped it over his chest.

"You have nice boobs."

"ISHTAR!!"

“ABS! I meant abs!”

Yami sighed. "Oh god they all suck... harem." He grumbled.

Bakura sighed. "Same here…" he grumbled glaring at Marik. "I hate you so much right now..."

Ahmose sighed and raised his hand.

"Wait!" Marik yelped. "As long as you're in that outfit, why don't you fold your arms and blink dramatically!" Ahmose lowered his hand and slowly turned, glaring at Marik.

"Take away his voice." Yami said sternly to Ahmose. "I know you can do it."

Bakura nodded in agreement. "seriously."

Ahmose grinned at that idea and Marik slowly backed away.

"Ah... ummm, ya know, you're really pretty when you smile..." He stammered.

"Oh, that's enough!" Ahmose cried. "Let's just get up there, get in, get the bottle and get back to our male bodies! Now come ON!!" And with a snap of his fingers, Marik, Yami and Bakura were in harem outfits. Marik grinned and cat called.

"Lookin good, Baku-chan!"

"Marik, I WILL take away your mouth!" Ahmose snapped, heading towards the palace. "And if I turn around and catch you staring at my ass, you will REMAIN a woman for as long as I can keep you that way!"

Yami and Bakura snickered to themselves as they began their long trek up the mountain. Occasionally an awkward conversation would start, to pass the time as they followed Ahmose, but most of it died off rather quickly. Soon enough, they arrived...

Ahmose sighed. "Well... here we go... No matter what happens... STAY TOGETHER!!!" He said. "And Marik... No staring at the other women, and Bakura... TRY to keep a level head. And Yami... just watch your mouth, period."

"Heh... period..."

"ISHTAR!!!"

"Sorry!"

Yami glared. "For the love of Ra make him MUTE!" he growled as they snuck inside.

Bakura looked around nervously. He had seemed on edge since the whole gender change fiasco had started.

"Bakura..." Ahmose muttered, walking next to the albino. "Are you okay? You're extremely tense..."

"Shut up." Bakura said shaking slightly. "Let’s get this the hell over with before I say fuck it and leave." he growled.

"Geeze Bakura..." Marik said, also walking up next to his friend. "You really ARE like... freaking out... seriously man, what's wrong?" He asked, reaching out and laying a hand on his friend's shoulder.

Bakura slapped it away immediately, glaring death. "I said Shut. Up." he growled again.

Ahmose frowned and laid a hand on the back of Bakura's head, and a wave of calm settled over him.

"Keep your cool..." Ahmose murmured. "We'll go in, get the bottle, get out, and you'll be back to normal. I promise."

"Yeah man... come on, we're all girls together." Marik said, giggling.

Yami groaned. "Don’t remind me."

Bakura swatted at Ahmose lightly. "I don’t give a damn. I'm about this far from saying fuck you all, and leaving." Bakura said holding his fingers mere milimeters apart. "Screw that genie, I'm sorry I even brought him here!"

Marik looked hurt. "He's the best thing to ever happen to me, Bakura... do you REALLY regret him that much?" He asked softly. "Come on... when I get him back, I'll make it up to you."

Bakura crossed his arms. "And if I'd never brought him to you, no one would be in this mess, and you'd be goofing on Malik and me... not trekking up a mountain in a girl body!"

Marik lowered his head. "No... if I had been responsible with him we wouldn't be trekking up a mountain in girls' bodies..."

"Enough." Ahmose said, staring at the side door of the palace they were before. "Once we enter, we must... stay silent. Stay with me, I have a general idea of where we're going. Bakura... you're going to have to relax, you're going to attract attention if you keep acting like this. And like I said before, Marik... no staring at the women." He said, and pushed the door open, peering inside. "All clear, let's go..." And he hurried inside and down the hall.

Bakura was tense, that was for sure, but he tried his best to play it off.

Yami whistled softly as the walked. "Nice digs."

"No kidding..." Marik breathed, but they all grew quiet when a little red head in lingerie scurried around the corner and passed them on some little errand. Ahmose frowned and turned the corner, leading the others along.

Yami sighed as they continued walking. "Gods." he grumbled crossing his arms as they walked, before making a face and trying to cross them again. "fucking..." he grumbled, his breasts in the way of his 'comfortable arm-crossing stance'

Ahmose looked back at Yami and smirked, snickering slightly. "That's not very feminine, Yami." He said.

"Yeah! Walk like this!" Marik announced and pranced ahead, swinging his hips dramatically. Ahmose, nearly burst out laughing at that.

"You look like an autistic runway model!" He choked out.

Yami snickered. "Or a cheap Egyptian whore."

Marik turned and gave them looks. "I look more feminine than YOU assholes!" He announced, and Ahmose snorted.

"Riiiight..." He drawled.

"Actually, you all look like you came from the farm with a lot of men." A voice said, and they all jumped and whirled, staring at a tall blonde in lingerie. She eyed them. "You new?"

Yami coughed. "uh... you could say that." He managed after a moment. "So uh...." He elbowed Ahmose.

Bakura had nearly jumped ten feet in the air when this new girl had spoke.

"Someone needs to relax..." The woman said, staring straight at Bakura. Then she narrowed her eyes. "I didn't hear that the fucker had wished more girls in... why do I have the feeling that you shouldn't be here?"

"Ah, we, ummmm... we came here on our... own?" Ahmose asked.

"Right... Nice try." The blonde said, and walked towards them. "What are you doing here."

Yami sighed. "Look lady, do you want to go home or not?" he grumbled. "If you do, keep your mouth shut, and you'll be there by the end of today."

Bakura nodded slowly. "Yeah..."

The woman blinked. "You... you're here to stop that lunatic?!" She gasped. Ahmose nodded, the yelped when the woman grabbed his wrist and dragged him into another room, the others running after them.

"I'm Mai... And I'll help you any way I can!"

Yami nodded. "Where does he keep the genie?" he asked slowly.

Mai winced and looked down. "With him... or, he keeps what's LEFT of the genie with him..." She sighed.

"what do you mean by that?!" Marik gasped.

"That genie looks an inch from death... no one wants to go near him, they all take one look at him and freak... he looks like a corpse..." The woman said.

Bakura blinked. "I thought genies couldn't die..." he said confusedly. "let alone look like that. He's not been gone THAT long..."

Marik leaned against the wall and covered his face with his hands.

"Gods... I hope he's okay." he whimpered. Mai glanced at him.

"The genie kept whining that Hiroshi was draining him. That he couldn't do that much magic. Never gave the poor boy a rest. And whenever he didn't grant the wish immediately... he would beat him." She explained.

"Oh GODS!!!" Marik howled.

Yami winced. "Yikes..."

Bakura frowned as well. "He beat him? Gods, it's not like he didn't have him forever...." he grumbled. "A few minutes wouldn't kill him to wait."

"We have to save him!!!" Marik howled, running for the door. Ahmose blinked and tackled him.

"Calm down! Just running in and attacking that guy will get us killed!" He hissed in Marik's ear. "Knock it off!!"

Yami looked at Mai slowly. "Does he ever leave the bottle alone? Or stop paying attention to it?" he asked calmly. "If we can get to it while he's not paying attention, we can fix this whole mess..."

Bakura helped Ahmose pick Marik up. "Calm the hell down...." he growled, nearing his own second spaz attack.

Mai sighed. "Well... there are... TWO times when he doesn't pay attention to the bottle. When he's sleeping, obviously, but he keeps the bottle under his pillow... other than that... ummm..." She sighed and looked at the floor.

"umm?" Yami said calmly, putting his hands on his hips, giving up on arm-crossing for the time being.

Mai smirked. "Hope you girls can give a lap dance."

Yami chuckled. "Why yes, Ahmose can." he said smirking at his friend. "Since this was HIS idea."

Ahmose's eyes widened. "WHAT?!" He/she shrieked.

"SHHH!!!" Marik giggled, slapping a hand over Ahmose's mouth. "He's right. This WAS your idea."

"I can't dance!!!" Ahmose protested.

"Yes you can." Yami said, grinning. "I remember this one time in Egypt when--"

"Your life was in danger!!!" Ahmose hissed, looking panicked.

Yami smirked. "Do it again or your virginity is in danger... in front of an audience." Yami warned.

Ahmose glared at Yami. "I will NOT give that bastard a lap dance!!!" He hissed.

Yami gave Ahmose a look that was specifically reserved for him, from their past lives. "Either him or me." He said calmly. "And keep in mind if you pick me, I'll expect more than dancing."

Ahmose's eyes widened and he gulped, looking down and blushing. "I think I'd rather have you..." He mumbled, and Marik snickered.

"I think he wants you to fuck him, Yami." He said. Mai raised an eyebrow.

"HIM?!" She finally blurted. “WHY do you keep referring to each other as GUYS?! You’re not transvestites, are you?”

Yami chuckled. "Questions later, dancing now." he said smirking at Ahmose. "Sorry Marik, Ahmose and my dance card JUST filled." He said, advancing on Ahmose grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Ahmose yelped and tried to back away, but Marik held him in place.

"NOT HERE!!! When we get home!!" The sorcerer yelped in a squeaky girly voice, struggling with Marik.

"Oh fuck that." Yami said eagerly. "You picked me, now you're getting me." Yami added advancing more. "Or... more appropriately, I'm getting you..."

Ahmose thrashed in Marik's grip. "Let go of me you moron! Yami, I swear, if you touch me I will NEVER give you your manhood back!!!"

"What's going on here?" Mai asked.

Bakura chuckled softly. "Let them alone, you'll see."

"Oh like that'll stop me. It's a wish away." he chuckled, drawing close to Ahmose, mere inches from his face. "What now? Last chance to change your mind..."

Ahmose squeaked, and then the clothes fell to the floor, empty. Marik blinked and looked down, then screamed and dropped the black cobra and leapt onto Bakura, letting Ahmose plop onto the floor. Ahmose reared back and hooded up, hissing at Yami.

"I wish you were back to your normal self." Yami said smirking when Ahmose returned to normal, completly nude… And also... completely male. "Ha."

Ahmose yelped and grabbed the harem pants nearby and pulled them over his lap, turning bright red.

"You're a GUY!!!" Mai yelped.

Yami cackled and shook his head. "Yes he is, now Ahmose, fix it and go dance or next time I'll just wish us both home, and naked together." he threatened

Mai frowned. "I don’t know how many more wishes that genie can grant..." she said, and Marik glared at Yami.

"Stop wishing for stupid things!!!" He snapped, sticking a finger into Yami's face.

"How about I just attack the bastard...?" Ahmose muttered.

Yami shrugged. "Go right ahead. Just go do something already."

Ahmose frowned, and a moment later he was fully dressed and female again. After adjusting himself in his top, he looked at Mai.

"You said you would help? Is there another way to get close to him?" He asked. She eyed Ahmose, then nodded.

"I could convince the other girls to let YOU all serve his dinner... that would get you within feet of him." She said.

Yami pouted cutely... he had an AMAZING pout as a girl. "Aww... you had to suggest something else." he mumbled. "I wanted to see Ahmose put on a show. He never does anything special for me anymore."

Ahmose glared. "What do you mean ANYMORE?! When did I EVER do something like that for you?!"

"Girls... or... boys or... whatever..." Mai said. "Enough. Come on. Follow me..." And she led them out of the small side room.

Yami snickered. "You don’t even give me flowers anymore...you're so mean to me. " he made a cute sniffing face. "See if I ever give YOU lesbian sex again."

Bakura gagged back a laugh, and Yami looked near laughing himself.

Ahmose gave Yami a look. "I WILL take your mouth away again..." He growled. "And I'll stick your dick on your HIND end so you can fuck yourself!!!"

Yami snickered. "Well technically it'd be you fucking me, since you're the one who'd be doing it..." He said thoughtfully.

Bakura glared. "Don’t encourage him Ahmose." he said sourly. "Or I'll just ram my dagger collection up YOUR ass and you two can call it squares."

Mai sighed. "Can we go, PLEASE?!"

"Lead the way." Ahmose said, and they followed the woman to the kitchens, where the Iron Chefs were finishing the preparation. Mai walked over to the women waiting to take the meals into the throne room.

"These four are doing to serve that fucker tonight." She said to the girls.

The women blinked, but eagerly nodded. "Sure thing, like I wanted to serve that slimy bastard anything but a knuckle sandwich anyway." One said coldly, and the other three nodded in agreement. "We'd rather die than serve him."

Bakura sighed. "Well good for you." he grumbled.

Yami nodded. "It's alright, we're serving him, you guys can go have the night off." he said offering a sweet smile.

Mai watched them all clamor out of the room. "Okay..." She said, looking at the finished dishes. There were five. "We'll each take one." And she lifted a dish and the four fake women did the same and followed her out.

"Who is going to try to get close and steal the bottle?" Ahmose asked.

All three men-as-women looked at Ahmose accusingly.

"You." they said in unison.

Ahmose blinked and shrunk back a bit. "Me?! But... what about Bakura?! He's the experienced theif!!!"

"Hell. No." Bakura said calmly. "I don’t care, there's no way in hell I'll do that." He growled at Ahmose, daring him to argue.

Ahmose glared. "YOU are the best candidate for it!" He protested.

"Say that again." Bakura said warningly, looking ready to throw the food on his tray on Ahmose, blow their cover, and storm out.

Yami coughed. "Marik... maybe you could? Since Ahmose is too wussy, and Bakura's too shaken? It IS your genie..."

"I am NOT too wussy!!!" Ahmose snapped, suddenly. "I just know that Bakura's the best theif around here, so HE is the obvious choice! But if HE'S gonna be a pussy about it, FINE!!! I'LL do it!!!" And he turned and stormed down the hall. Marik chuckled.

"Nice psychology, Yami." He giggled. "Come on, Bakura. You're off the hook. And when this is over, I'll get you whatever you want."

Bakura nodded slowly. "I'm doing my best Marik, but I already said… I don’t want to be here..." he mumbled, carrying his tray slowly.

Yami smiled. "It comes with knowing him for so long. He'll be pissed at me for a few hours, but then he'll have some orange soda, and I'll give him a book and he'll be happy Ahmose again." he said shrugging as he carried his tray. "He's such a woman."
They all giggled at Ahmose's back.

"He has a nice ass though... nice tits, too." Marik muttered, but then froze when Ahmose stopped and slowly turned, glaring.

"I heard that..." He hissed. "When we get out of here, you are PAYING for that comment..."

"It was a compliment!!!" Marik protested, trying not to laugh OR get his ass kicked.

Yami snickered. "Tell him a beating turns you on and he won’t even bother." Yami whispered amusedly.

Bakura sighed, annoyed. "You two... gods."

Ahmose snarled, but all four of them straightened up when Mai said, "We're here."

Mai pushed open the door and lowered her head. The four female men mimicked her, and followed her across the hall.

"My Lord... Dinner is served, and as you ordered, the secret ingredient this time was Artichoke." Mai said.

"Oh gag." Bakura mumbled quietly.

Hiroshi nodded slowly. "Bring it forward." He said setting the bottle down near him on the table, which was carried out by other women, specifically for him to eat his vast meal while in his throne.

The women slowly approached and laid down the meal, Ahmose slowly moving around the table to get to the empty space by the man's left, and laid down the artichoke heart soup, eyes darting frequently towards the bottle.

Hiroshi however mistook those glances, and snatched Ahmose up, tugging him into his lap and grinning. "Someone seems a little... observant today." he cooed in 'her' ear. "Feel like being the dinner guest of the King of the World?"

Ahmose gasped and the others froze and stared, wide eyed.

"Oh gods, keep your cool..." Marik gasped, so only Yami could hear him. They both knew Ahmose did NOT like being touched, and Yami knew better than Marik that Ahmose's past in Egypt would make him even MORE upset at being touched like that... Ahmose just sat and STARED at Hiroshi in shock and dismay.

"So, what's YOUR name?" Hiroshi said calmly, wrapping one arm around Ahmose's waist, the other going to his food, where he began to eat, as though nothing were happening.

Bakura stared in shock as well. "Thank the gods it wasn’t me..." He mumbled softly to Yami and Marik. "I wouldn't be able to hold my cool."

Ahmose blinked and gulped. He opened and closed his mouth a few times and squirmed before finally choking out "A-Ah... mose...?"

"If this situation weren't so... bad… I would be laughing my ass off..." Marik mumbled to Yami and Bakura. Mai nudged Bakura and knelt, indicating that they should do the same. But then... Marik caught sight of something slumped against the right side of the man's throne and he nearly cried out loud... it looked like a corpse... Ryou's corpse...

Though the body was merely slumped against the throne, head bowed as though in sleep. Ryou sat motionless, his hair appearing dirty, oily, matted and dangling low over his seemingly malnourished flesh, the bone easily visable against the skin. Other than the soft rise and fall of the chest, barely visible, one might have thought him dead despite being a genie. The pale gangly, frightful youth did not look up at his saviors.

Bakura gaped as he knelt. "Oh gods...." he whispered in shock. "W-what happened to him?"

Marik whimpered slightly in his throat and made a move to run to Ryou, but Yami grabbed his wrist quickly and shook his head discreetly. Marik gulped and slowly knelt by his friends, and they turned their attention back to poor Ahmose who was caught in the spider's web.

Hiroshi smirked, deciding Ahmose's lack of struggle was compliance. "I've been meaning to find a good wife..." he hissed in 'her' ear. "Someone who's... built properly." and with that, the groping commenced.

Ahmose jerked and thrashed. "WHAT THE FUCK!?!" He shrieked. "Get your filthy paws OFF of me! DO NOT TOUCH ME!!!" Marik, Mai, Yami and Bakura winced. "GODS!! I thought idiots like you liked BLONDES, go after MARIK!"

"Oh, it's ON now..." Marik growled. “I’m gonna kill him when this is over!”

Hiroshi chuckled, grabbing the bottle. "Slave, I wish this woman naked, and heavily sedated." he growled smirking like a hungry wolf. "And the blonde as well."

Ryou nodded slowly, and waved a boney hand, the wish granted.

Bakura nearly died. He was literally beginning to think he was going to have a heart attack. "Oh gods Oh gods..." He kept chanting to himself, looking damn near tears.

Yami, Bakura and Mai watched as Marik's clothes vanished, and he slumped over, leaning on Bakura, who jerked away. Mark collapsed bonelessly to the floor. Ahmose was a different story.

Immediately, he had lifted his palms in a defensive way and groaned, gritting his teeth and squirming slightly. Every now and then, a rip would be heard as an invisible blade slashed at his clothes, but they remained on his body and he, er... she, remained perfectly consicous. He glared at Hiroshi and began to sweat as he fought off the genie's powerful magic.

Hiroshi frowned and to Ahmose's concentration-breaking shock, clubbed Ryou harshly over the head. "Slave! I said BOTH women, not just the blonde, get it right you useless wretch!"

Ryou fell to the floor, and slowly forced himself back up with shaking arms, before waving a glowing hand, pummeling Ahmose with even more magic.

Ahmose convulsed and yelped, then went limp and groaned, his clothes fading away. He still fought to remain awake, and managed to keep his eyes open, but could do little more than twitch his fingers and roll his head to side, slightly.

Bakura's chanting got worse as he began to shake, panicking. The groping re-commenced uninterrupted and Yami found himself staring in mild shock, and a lot of confusion. Their plan had totally backfired.

Ahmose gulped and whimpered as he was violated, but gradually his whimpers took on distinct words in a language strange to Hiroshi, Mai and Bakura, but Yami felt it was... familiar. And then, the table suddenly seemed to explode upwards. The food flew in every direction and bottle suddenly went flying across the room and bouncing to the floor in the middle of the throne room, rolling to a stop.

Bakura snatched it up in a panic. "I wish things were back to normal!" he blurted quickly. Ryou waved his hands silently once more, and Ahmose was not only once again clothed and fully aware, but also male, along with Marik, Yami and a very thankful Bakura.

Ahmose blinked and stared up at Hiroshi, who was very startled at the sight of a nineteen year old boy in jeans sitting in his lap. Ahmose glared and snarled, then grabbed Hiroshi's hand which was still on his chest, and twisted. The man's hand broke.

Yami grinned, up in an instant to help Ahmose. "Fucking sicko!" he growled as Hiroshi shoved Ahmose off with his good hand and kicked him, dodging just barely out of Yami's swing, and literally tackling Bakura to the floor, fighting with him over the bottle.

Yami yelped, turning and tackling onto Hiroshi as well. "Don’t let him get it back!"

Marik in the mean time had stumbled to his feet and run to Ryou, and was cradling his body. Ahmose was trying to get his senses back after slamming his head onto the table when Hiroshi dumped him.

Hiroshi pulled a dagger from his side, which had been cleverly hidden, and slammed it into Bakura's side causing the pale youth to yelp in pain, forgetting the bottle. Hiroshi then turned, slamming the bottle against Yami's skull, knocking the teen away, though a horrible sound was heard... one that made everyone in the room freeze.

The sound of shatering metal and glass.

Ahmose and Yami stared in horror as the bottle shattered before their very eyes. Marik yelped when Ryou's body suddenly gasped and convulsed, then, turned to dust. Marik gave a wordless cry, trying to catch the dust as if he could hold the body together. But he couldn't. He stared down at the pile of dust in his lap, stunned.

Brief seconds passed in stunned silence, before everyone on Mount Fuji felt a rumble...

In an instant the castle pulsed, before exploding into nothingness, the force knocking everyone back. The blinding white of spells crumbling and dispelling in rapid succession blinded everyone and knocked out the rescuers…

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O.O My co-author was so mean to my poor Ahmose!!! What did HE do to deserve all of that?! ;_;

K.E.Y. : Well… keep reading and find out.

ChibiRinni: Well… umm… >.> ^________^() Technically Hiroshi destroyed the bottle… but… it WAS against Yami’s skull…. Keep reading!!!

Draghaii_Atemu: Yep. Yami teases Ahmose mercilessly… and keep reading to find out!!!

Shadow Mistress: Yay! Another update! Glad you liked last chapter. And yeah… My co-author has found a new joy in tormenting my OC… And yes, Ryou deserves to be free. As for what happens when Marik finds out about Ryou… well… read on, my dear.

Jeda: Wow… that’s what happens when you deprive yourself of the wonderful computer. O.o Was I invited to that party there? ;_; Glad you’re enjoying the story, we put a lot of work into it. This past one was my favorite chapter. And yeah… ::sighs:: That Dead Man’s Chest cliffhanger was awful. But you DON’T have to wait two years to find out what happened in the movie!!! Just ONE!!! The sequel was shot at the same time as Dead Man’s Chest, and it’s comin out next summer. GO JACK SPARROW!!! ….. wait… CAPTAIN!!! GO CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW!!!

Oh… and as for a lemon with Yami and Ahmose… ::sighs:: See note at the end…

Sglily: Heh… told ya. Yami DOES want his ass, and he is determined to GET it!!! Unfortunately you won’t get to see it, see note at the end of the page… BUT! Yes, You finally get your happy genie Ryou. As for fixing the whole thing with him not having Marik… we… MIGHT fix that… read on!!!

Silverfox: Glad you like the fic! Keep reading!!!

Menacingk: All your questions will be answered shortly. Like… in chapters 18 19 and 20.

Waenyvien: Write faster? My dear, the fic is already finished, as is its sequel. I just only give you all a chapter a week. ^_~

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Some of you have asked to see a lemon between Yami and Ahmose. I am sad to report that you will not be getting one in this fic. Or it’s sequel which is finished and ready to go as soon as I post the final chapter of this fic. I would love to give you a lemon between Yami and Ahmose… but my co-author won’t do it. Number one, she plays Yami. And she like… flat out refuses to take the role of the seme most of the time. In fact… she never has been seme writing with me, I always take that role. And two, Yami is ALWAYS seme when he’s with Ahmose. That’s that. And three… she says writing a lemon involving my OC is just awkward, so… sorry, but any fics that I co-author with Mally-chan will sadly be devoid of any and all Yami/Ahmose lemons. Sorry people!!! But she just won’t do it!!!