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 18

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Yami was the first to awaken, and the first thing he did was run to Bakura, who still had the knife stuck into his side.

Bakura woke quickly, thanks to Yami, and was grateful to see that time hadn't made the removal of the dagger more painful than it needed to be. He hissed in pain, and held his side tightly. "Damn it MARIK!" he yowled, as he quickly yanked the dagger out.

Marik was the next to awaken, Hiroshi having... seemingly fled. The shards of the bottle lay nearest the blonde Egyptian. Bakura hissed in pain, and began tearing his shirt in long lengths, to temporarily wrap his side. He frowned when he saw the look on Marik's face. "I'm sorry..." he said softly.

Marik stared at the dust and the fragments of the bottle, then lay his head down again and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth and hiding his face in his hands.

"You're awake..." Came a sudden voice, and Yami turned, staring as Ahmose appeared, climbing over the rubble towards them, holding the curved blade in his hand that he had summoned before when Yami was beating him with a soda bottle. It was smeared with blood.

Yami blinked, before smirking, eyeing Ahmose’s sweaty chest through his torn up shirt. "Damn that's hot." he said cooly. "So... I take it you killed him?" he said sighing. "What... about the bottle?" he asked, trying to give Marik some privacy. "And...we should get Bakura to a hospital..."

Ahmose frowned and stuck his blade into the ground, then moved to Bakura and knelt. "Let me see it..." He said, and glanced up at Yami, smiling. "Too much of a wuss to kill someone, eh? Oddly enough... as soon as I saw him running it was... instinct. I didn't think I just... chased him and... umm... we had a scuffle and I… took his head. I thought I'd freak out, but I didn't I just... stared at his head and felt... satisfaction. A job well done, ya know? Guess I HAVE been changed by my past memories..." He said, then looked at Bakura's exposed wound. "It's not too bad..." He said, and poked it.

Bakura growled and punched Ahmose's arm. "Don’t poke it!" he grumbled. "It still HURTS you know."

Ahmose smirked. "Calm down." He said, and placed a finger tip on one end of the wound, and ran it along it to the other end. And the wound closed up behind his finger's movement. "There... it will be a bit sore for a while, but you're fine." He said, and stood, looking around at the wreckage, sighing.

"So...what exactly is going to happen now? " Yami asked looking worried. "I mean... is he… you know..." Yami said making a cutting motion to his throat, and looking at the shattered remains of the bottle.

Ahmose frowned and slowly walked over to the bottle, kneeling and inspecting it. "I... I don't know..." He said softly, looking up at Yami.

"Do… you think we could you know... put it back together?" He asked, slowly beginning to pick up the pieces. "I mean... we have to try something..." he mumbled looking at Marik, who was silently sobbing into his arms.

Ahmose frowned sadly, glancing at Marik as well. "I can... I can put it back together, but... I don't know about Ryou..."

Yami nodded. "Well maybe since you made it, it might... work." He said slowly, finishing his task of gathering every single shard. "We have to try..." he added gently patting Marik's back. "C'mon Marik… it's time to go home..."

Marik shook his head. "No!" He cried into his arms. "I'm not going anywhere!!!" He wailed. Ahmose blinked and began putting pieces back together, and once he had placed them together, they fused together.

"Marik you can’t just stay here..." Yami said slowly. "Come on, Ahmose said he'd try and fix it, so Ryou might come back." Yami consoled.

Bakura nodded, slowly picking Marik up from the ground. "C'mon... Ryou won’t want to see you like this... he'll want to be home... and see you clean and safe."

Marik shook his head. "No... No, I... No...." He sobbed, pulling away from Bakura and stumbling away a few steps, staring down at the pile of dust, and dropping to his knees again.

Bakura shook his head. "Marik... c'mon it's just dust, look. Ahmose fixed the bottle..." he said motioning to the tarnished bottle. "See? Maybe when you polish it at home, Ryou will come out." he said slowly, rubbing Marik's back. "The bottle isn't broken anymore, why would Ryou be?" he added cheerfully. "C'mon, you know Ryou likes his bottle to be polished and beautiful..."

Marik looked up, sniffling and gulping, rubbing his eyes. "L-Let me have it..." He said, reaching out to his bottle. Ahmose sighed and gave it to Marik who immediately began rubbing and polishing it with his shirt, sniffling. "P-Please Ryou..." He whimpered. "Please... come back..."

The bottle glowed softly, the light seeming to flitter between on and off, before fading, though a small patch, where Marik had polished, shimmered in the sun, gleaming as though it were new.

Marik sobbed and rubbed it harder. "RYOU!!! PLEASE!!!" He cried. "Please come out! I... I wish you would come out Ryou! I wish you were okay! RYOU!!!" Ahmose winced and turned, looking at Yami and Bakura.

The bottle glowed once more, shimmering for a few moments longer than before, though once more no genie emerged, the bottle merely looked less tarnished, more like it's former glory.

Yami sighed softly. "Ahmose..." he whispered softly, biting his lip. "Wh... what do you think? It... it's glowing... so there has to still be SOME magic in it..."

Ahmose nodded. "It... it's probably remnants of Ryou's magic..." He said softly. "But Ryou is obviously... not in it. He's gone. The bottle was destroyed... and so was the genie within it..."

In response however, the bottle glowed brightly to that, as if it were objecting to Ahmose's little speech, one of the little gems decorating it, dislodging from the side and literally striking him in the forehead.

Yami blinked. "Since when could bottles have a mind of their own?"

"OW!!" Ahmose yelped, and Marik blinked, rubbing his nose. Ahmose frowned and picked up the gem and stuck it back on the bottle. "Ungrateful... I OWNED YOU!!" He howled at the bottle. "I kept my oil in you!!!"

Another jewel flew off, and struck him in the forehead, followed by another, the glow brightening, as if to spite him.

Yami laughed. "You tell that bottle Ahmose, you kept your OIL in it! That ought to put it in it's place." he teased.

Even Bakura found himself laughing at this odd scene

Ahmose growled. "I'll fuckin melt it down..." He threatened.

"NO!!!" Marik screamed, hugging the bottle. "Don't you touch it!!!" And he turned and started stumbling through the rubble. Ahmose blinked and went after him.

"Marik! Wait! I didn't mean it! Come on, you'll get hurt up here!" He called.

Bakura yelped slightly. "C'mon Marik come back!" he called, following with Yami. "We won’t let him burn the bottle! C'mon! You'll get hurt, or break it again!"

"Marik! Come on! Maybe Ryou WASN'T destroyed! I mean... maybe he was... I dunno... freed!" Ahmose called.

"FREED?!?! If he was FREE he would be here!" Marik shouted back.

The bottle seemed to either agree, or side with Marik, because another jewel shot off and struck Ahmose in the forehead, despite how far apart the two were.

Ahmose winced. "Okay, honestly! If that bottle doesn't stop, I WILL send it to the bottom of the Mariana Trench! AND I CAN, TOO!!!"

The bottle instantly stopped, the angry glow fading.

Bakura blinked. "You sure that Ryou ain’t still in there? I mean... that's pretty strange for a bottle..." he said catching up to Marik and finally getting his friend to stop running. "Maybe he's just really tired..."

Yami nodded. "That Mai woman did say that Ryou was begging for a rest..."

Ahmose sighed. "I'm sure the bottle has powers of its own that it would have developed over time with Ryou in it... but I don't think Ryou is in it anymore... maybe... his soul was released?"

"So what now then?" Yami said crossing his arms before pausing and grinning. "Gods I love being a man…” he said crossing them again. "Women don’t know what they're missing."

Ahmose snorted. "A groping...?" He grumbled, then shuddered and rubbed his arms. "Gods... Marik, come on! I wanna go home and shower.... five times in a row..."

Yami laughed and hugged Ahmose from behind, though it was nothing more than comforting friendship. "I was pretty amazed. Bakura was chanting his mantra of 'oh gods' but you held your cool. Very un-wussy of you. Especially since you're so shy." he said grinning. "I owe you a dollar."

Ahmose snorted. "You owe me a helluva lot more than that. I was STRIPPED and GROPED!!! As a GIRL!!! Gods, I wish I could forget that..." And he shuddered again.

Yami chuckled. "I wish you could forget that too. It was a shocking sight, I can’t imagine what it must have been like." Yami said shuddering.

Though at the moment, certain memories were fading at an alarming rate. Memories of a tyrant's groping session.

Ahmose blinked and looked at Yami. "What was shocking?" He asked. "What was what like?"

Yami blinked. "Uh…you being groped by the guy who took over the world?" he said confusedly. "You don’t remember? This is a hell of a time to shit me Ahmose."

Ahmose blinked. "He GROPED me?!" Ahmose howled. "When?! He was holding me in his lap and I was woozy and then I threw the bottle and all hell broke loose!"

Yami blinked. "Well between being woozy and hell breaking loose. Don’t you remember being naked? Why do you THINK you were naked?"

"I... I remember THAT!" Ahmose spat, making a face. "But he GROPED ME?!"

Yami groaned. "For Ra's sake! I wish you'd quit goofing around acting like you don’t remember!" As quickly as the memories had been forgotten, they returned...

Ahmose gasped and stumbled, a hand flying up to his head. "Gods!!! He GROPED ME!!!"

Yami nodded. "Now quit fucking around!"

Ahmose gave him a look. "DAMMIT!!! Stop wishing for things Yami! You can't just... wish.... Gods...." He gasped, eyes widening.

Yami grinned. "C'mon... breathe, finish the sentence...you can do it." he teased, smirking.

"Yami... your wish was granted!" He cried, and Marik looked back at them. "You said you wished I could forget being groped... and I did! Then you wished I would stop acting like I didn't remember, and suddenly, I remembered!"

Yami nodded slowly. "Or maybe you're just being a shit head?" he offered.

"I like alternative A, the happy ending." Bakura piped up.

Yami laughed. "Yeah, I suppose I do too."

The bottle glowed softly in Marik's hands, though the once polished metal was once again deeply tarnished, as the glow faded.

Ahmose blinked and looked at the bottle. "Marik? May I hold it?" He asked. Marik blinked and eyed Ahmose, then slowly handed the bottle over. Ahmose frowned and felt it in his hands. "The magic is there... Ryou's presence is, but... it feels empty..."

"Well yeah, nothing in there but a genie." Bakura said calmly. "isn't that how genie bottles are supposed to feel? Empty?"

Yami blinked. "I think he means RYOU."

Bakura coughed. "Oh." he said sheepishly. "Well why would he feel THAT way? He's probably just worn out..."

"No, I mean like... his PRESENCE is there and his MAGIC is there, but... HE isn't!" Ahmose explained.

"What do you mean?!" Marik cried.

"I mean that... his soul has left the bottle..." Ahmose said.

"Well then what's HE still doing in there?" Yami asked calmly, looking a bit confused. "Once a soul is gone, a person is dead, genie or not, and we both know genies cant die."

Ahmose frowned. "Well... Ryou could not have left the bottle without our forgiveness.... I forgave him the moment I made him a genie... what about you?" He asked, looking at Yami.

Yami shrugged. "I thought the rule was he had to be wished free, wasn't that what I said? I was sure I said that..." he said thoughtfully

"Have you forgiven him?" Ahmose asked again.

Yami shrugged. "Honestly? It never crossed my mind to forgive him or not."

"But HAVE you?" Ahmose asked.

"Gods Yami, ANSWER THE FUCKIN QUESTION!!!" Marik howled.

"I don’t know!" Yami blurted. "I never thought about it! I just assumed he would get wished free!"

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "Well... obviously you HAVE forgiven him, or he would still be in there. Because he hasn't been wished free."

Yami nodded slowly. "Well… I suppose so. Well, just the same, can we go HOME now? I'm hungry, and you need your showers, and Marik needs to get home before he hurls himself off of the mountain."

Marik glared at Yami. "I WANNA FIND RYOU!!!" He howled. Ahmose winced.

"Later, Marik. Let's go home..." He said softly, then turned and began leading the way down the mountain. "Bakura, you okay?"

Bakura nodded. "I'm fine now..." he said calmly. "Other than a sore side, I'm great."

Ahmose nodded in silent reply, and slowly, the four of them made the long trek down the mountain, passing a certain headless corpse on the way, and a few yards later, a head.

Yami groaned in annoyance. "You could have at least detoured past that." he grumbled as they walked. "I prefer not to see that kind of thing..."

Bakura shuddered. "Ugh... he's even more sickening when he's dead."

Ahmose snorted. "Try him when he's groping you." He said over his shoulder, wiping sweat from his brow, and a moment later Marik took off his shirt and wrapped the bottle in it, carrying the bundle tenderly.

Yami and the others were ecstatic to reach the parked SUV at the bottom of the trail, all climbing in tiredly. "So... we have a body then... and the bottle. What can we possibly do about the soul?" Yami whispered to Ahmose. "If Marik can’t have Ryou back... I don’t think he'll... keep going." he said looking a bit sad.

Ahmose sighed and nodded slightly, but they swayed where he stood. "Gods... I'm tired..." He panted. "I think I need to rest before we go anywhere..." Marik turned.

"Dammit Inarus! YOU were the one who wanted to get home!" He complained.

"I know, I know... it's just that... I've used so much magic today... magic I haven't used... umm... well, EVER if you wanna get technical, and... it's like suddenly using muscles you haven't worked out before... I'm just... tired..." He moaned, leaning against seat, head drooping.

Yami blinked. "Well... since it's just a body, want to splurge on a wish home for us and your car?" Yami asked smiling. "I don’t think Ryou would care, even if he was here completely."

Ahmose sighed and looked at Yami, then at Marik, who sighed and nodded. "Sure... Go for it..." He mumbled.

Yami nodded. "I wish us, and this car we're in, all back at Marik's house." In a brilliant flash of white, they found themselves parked in Marik's driveway. "Well... at least it's fast." Yami said shrugging.

Bakura nodded. "I'm gonna steal one of the guest bedrooms I think. My side's killing me..." he mumbled, feeling tired as well. Yami nodded in agreement. "Group nap?"

Ahmose nodded and slowly got out of the car and led the way to the front of the house, taking off his shirt and mopping his face on the way. Marik and Bakura blinked.

"Hey... when did you get the tattoo, Ahmose?" Marik asked.

Yami blinked. "Oh, it's just his little doo-dad that says he's Anubis' favorite." Yami explained. "He does what Anubis wants, and Anubis likes him in return... he's had it forever. Just lost it when, you know… he died and was reborn."

Marik blinked. "Anubis, huh... the God of the Dead likes you Ahmose?"

"... I was his Chosen." Ahmose said after a moment. Marik gave a low whistle.

"And I thought you were morbid before..." He said, and Ahmose turned and gave him a look.

"I am NOT morbid." He grumbled.

Yami laughed at that. "I could prove you wrong." He said snickering. "But I suppose I'll leave your skeletons in your closet."

Ahmose snorted and opened Marik's front door. "Just... shut up and let me sleep..." He mumbled, stumbling inside. "Gods... I'm tired..." And he made his way up the stairs, slowly.

"Ummm... you and Yami can share the room at the end of the hall, I guess." Marik called. "Bakura can take the one across from me. And Yami... if you fuck him, you have to give us all the details."

"MARIK ISH--" Ahmose was cut off as he stumbled and fell to his hands and knees on the stairs. He groaned. "I'll... kill you later..." He managed to get out, forcing himself back up to his feet, though he had to lean against the wall.

Yami sighed and wrapped an arm around Ahmose. "Calm down." He said helping his friend to their room. "You're going to overwork yourself, and die before you hit twenty a second time, due to stress alone." Yami said calmly.

Meanwhile, in Marik's room, the bottle glowed softly from within the bundle of clothes that Marik so tenderly carried. Bakura smiled slightly. "You're halfway there Marik..." Bakura said peering in and yawning. "You have him back... you just have to get his soul back to him... and you've got your happy ending..." he mumbled

Marik sighed and offered Bakura a smile, but it was obviously forced and far from sincere. "Thanks, Bakura... And thanks for coming with me..." He said, watching Yami help Ahmose past. The sorcerer seemed about to collapse at every step. "Hmm... Guess you won't be fucking him Yami..." Ahmose growled.

"Fuck... YOU!"

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Ryou yawned softly, stretching in his small hut, just outside of the city past the field of reeds. He shook his head slightly and groaned as he got up, nearly falling to the soft soil his feet had just touched. "Ahh...why am I so tired?" he mumbled shaking his head. He shivered and shook his head. He'd had a wonderful dream...if all felt so real...that Marik had come...come to rescue him and had cradled him in his arms.

Ryou smiled and forced himself up. "Master Marik..." he cooed softly, missing his lover, and looking a bit saddened.

Marik moaned and hugged the bottle to his chest in his sleep. "Ryou..." He sighed, curling up around the thing, a sad smile on his face.

Ryou shivered as he felt warm arms wrap around his waist, and looked around confusedly. "I don’t understand..." he squeaked, trying to squirm loose, or brush away the feeling. He whimpered softly, beginning to get frightened when he couldn't do so.

"Ryou..." Came a soft, echoing whisper in his ear. "I love you... Come back to me..."

Ryou shivered and gasped softly, the memories of his master hitting him harshly. He had unknowingly forgotten so much of his lover...due to the will of the dead, to be happy in afterlife, a person couldn't long for another too strongly. "M-master Marik..." Ryou shook his head squirming more. "Ah! P-please...I....I don’t understand!" he squeaked, tears beginning to spring to his eyes.

In his sleep, Marik tightened his hold on the bottle and a slight look of distress came over his face. "What... is there to understand?" He whispered. "I love you... I... I risked everything to... get you back... where are you?"

Ryou gasped as the grip about his waist tightened. "Ahh! M-master! Lord master Anubis help!" Ryou wailed terrified. He didn't understand what was happening, humans could not talk to the dead, so thoughts of it being his beloved master Marik were quickly banished. "Ahh! Let go! Please!" he whimpered, frightened. "I...I don’t know what you are b-but you must stop!"

"Ryou... it's... Marik..." The Egyptian moaned softly in his sleep. "Where are you? Why have you... left me...?"

Ryou froze, sniffling. "Y-you lie! Humans cannot speak to the dead!"

"... Dead? What do you mean dead?! No!!! You can't be dead! I... Ryou! No... NO!!!" Marik gasped and jerked awake, clutching the bottle to his chest.

Ryou however burst into tears once the arms seemed to fade from his waist. He was absolutely TERRIFIED. He got up shakily, and ran from his hut, running to the city, seeking shelter in any building he could hide in. Anything was better than a repeat preformance of what had just happened.

Yami and Ahmose were sleeping peacefully toegether in the bed in the second guestroom, but were rudely awakened by a UFM. An Unwanted Flying Marik.

Yami yelped and nearly clubbed Marik over the head. "Ra damnit MARIK!" he howled swatting the blonde. "What the hell posessed you to do that?!"

But Yami stopped when he saw that Marik had tears in his eyes. "I... I had a dream!" He sobbed. "I was holding Ryou! But he couldn't see me! He didn't know who I was! He said there was no way I could be me because... because the living can't communicate with the dead!" Marik wailed, and Bakura appeared in the doorway, scowling and rubbing his eyes. "He said he was DEAD!!!" Ahmose slept on. Like a rock.

"It was just a dream Marik." Yami said calmly. "If Ryou were dead, my wishes wouldn't have been granted...just...try to go back to sleep. When Ahmose wakes up, we'll see what he can do." He explained calmly. "Ok? It was just a dream..."

Bakura yawned loudly. "Yeah...it's ok Marik...go back to sleep, then maybe if you dream about Ryou again, you can tell him what's going on, or ask him why he's dead." Bakura said smiling. "Besides, you're just stressed out. It's fine."

Marik shook his head. "But... but he said... he refused to beleive I was ME!!!" He wailed, and Ahmose mumbled and rolled over in his sleep, making an irritated face.

Yami glared. "Shut up!" he said warningly. "Ahmose needs his sleep. Look, it was JUST a dream. Go back to sleep. If it happens again, tell me. Now go back to bed!"

Marik sniffled and nodded, slowly sliding off of the bed and trudging out into the hall, heading back to his own room.

Bakura did likewise, and soon enough the group were all sleeping again.

Ryou however was sitting behind one of the merchant stalls in the city of Osiris, shivering. The smells of good food were apparent, and though his stomach rumbled softly, he didn't feel like collecting his share for the day yet. He was still too shaken to really eat. Had that been Marik? Or was there foul magic playing against him?

After hiding and thinking for quite a while, there was a sudden tingle, like someone breathing on his ear.

"Ryou?" Came the soft whisper again, and the ghostly feeling of a hand on his shoulder.

Ryou jumped nearly ten feet in the air and squirmed away, running away a few steps and turning, looking nearly ready to die (a second time) of fright. "Wh-who?!" he said fearfully.

"Shhhh..." Came the voice. "It's me... Marik... Please don't be afraid of me..." The voice sounded near tears.

Ryou whimpered softly backing up until his back hit the wall of a nearby building. "m-mortals...c-cant talk to the dead...y-you cant be Marik… y-you just cant be!"

"Shhhh... please don't say that... please... you CAN'T be dead... You CAN'T!!! I... you're still granting Yami's wishes, Ryou!" Marik's echoing whisper pleaded with the genie's soul.

Ryou whimpered, sliding away down the wall, further into the alley, away from the other inhabitants of the city. "Please...stop...I...I'm free..." he whimpered softly. "I was set free..."

"I miss you..." Marik whispered. "Ryou... I went all the way to that guy's palace to get you back... I love you..."

Ryou whimpered. "B-but...mortals...cant...h-how?" he whimpered his back once more touching cold stone. He'd reached, ironically, a dead end.

"I'm... I'm asleep..." Marik said after a moment. "Ryou... where are you? What happened? Why won't you come to me when I rub the bottle?"

Ryou looked terrified. He swallowed hard. "I...I haven’t been in the bottle s-since the first day!"

"Where are you?!" Marik cried, and hands gripped Ryou's shoulder, shaking hims slightly, then arms wrapped around him. "Ryou... what happened... please..."

Ryou whimpered. "I was set free! Stop! Please! Master Anubis t-took pity on me and set me free!"

".... Anubis? He... He took you? Where are you?!" Marik gasped. "Ryou... don't... don't you love me... anymore?"

Ryou sniffled. "Stop! You w-will ruin my afterlife i-if I rememeber..." he whimpered softly. "I wont ever be h-happy knowing I left you behind..." he said looking down, tears starting to trickle down his cheeks. "I'm FREE... all... all I've desired... s-since my horrible punishment started... b-but... then..." Ryou buried his face in his hands. "Marik...." he whimpered, dropping to his knees and beginning to cry for his lost love.

Marik's arms wrapped around him. "Shh... don't cry, Ryou... don't... I'll get you back! Whether I have to drag you from the afterlife or take my own life to join you... I love you!"

Ryou sniffled softly, appreciating the feel of the arms. "Marik...I...I don’t want to be alone...I...I forgot you. I forgot you. I don’t even know how...b-but I was so happy...th-then...I remembered..." he said softly. "Master oh please forgive me..."

"I forgive you..." Came the loving whisper, and the gentle shadowy sensation of tender kisses being placed onto Ryou's cheeks as the arms held him. "I love you..."

Ryou sniffled more. "B-but...I'm dead master… I'm dead. Lord Anubis...he-he's taken my soul. I'm in the...the land of Osiris now." he said softly. "I cant go back, I'm dead..."

"Then I will come to you..." Marik whispered softly. "I must go now... I have to go poke Ahmose and Yami awake... okay?"

Ryou shook his head. "N-no! Please!" he whimpered sniffling more. "D-dont go....stay with me..."

"I have to wake up. Maybe Yami and Ahmose know a way to bring you back to me, angel..." Marik whispered, and then slowly, the feeling of arms began to fade from around Ryou, and one more kiss was felt on his forehead. "I love you..."

Ryou sniffled. "No! Please!" Ryou whimpered, trying to grab the nothingness. "Dont leave! Master please! Dont leave me!"

"I'll be back..." Came the soft whisper, and Marik was gone.

Though when he woke, he found the bottle glowing brightly, and seeming to tremble slightly in his arms. Ryou was crying...

Marik winced and cradled the bottle, petting it, but then jumped up and once again pounced onto Yami, this time bouncing the former Pharaoh right off of the bed.

Yami yelped and rubbed his head, kicking Marik as best he could. "DAMNIT MARIK!" he howled gettin up and all but shoving Marik off the bed. "I said knock it off!"

"I talked to Ryou again!" Marik exclaimed excitedly, and Bakura once again appeared in the doorway, looking very irritated. "He's in the Afterlife!!!"

"Marik, it's a DREAM! You have Ryou on the brain, of course you'll dream about him1"

"No no!!! It's real! I know it is! He was crying when I left him, and when I woke up, the bottle was shaking! He said Anubis felt sorry for him and came for his soul!" Marik explained, eagerly.,

"Marik... it was a DREAM" Yami scolded shaking his head. "a DREAM. You want to believe he's ok, so the dream is making it seem like he is."

Marik frowned and shook his head. "It was NOT!!!" He screamed, slamming his fist down, unintentionally onto Ahmose stomach.

"HURGH!!!" Ahmose yelped, and doubled over around his gut. "Marik you idiot!!!"

"Oop... sorry..."

Yami rolled his eyes. "Marik, it's nonsense! If Ryou were dead, my wishes wouldn't come true!" he argued. Anubis doesn't leave bodies behind!"

"Well, Ryou said he took his SOUL!!!" Marik whined, and Ahmose blinked, rubbing his stomach.

"What is this lunatic talking about?" He asked.

Yami grumbled rubbing his head. "He says he dreamed he saw Ryou and Anubis took his soul to the afterlife." Yami explained, catching Ahmose up to current events.

Ahmose blinked. "Anubis took him-- Gods!!!" He gasped suddenly, and turned, looking at Yami. "Anubis DID come to this realm! We both felt it! And that's when his Mark appeared on my back!" Marik blinked.

"I was NOT dreaming!" He wailed.

"Hush." Ahmose said, still looking at Yami.

Yami nodded slowly. "But then how was it that Marik would have ANY clue about it?" he said after a moment.

"Simple." Ahmose said. "He wasn't dreaming. He really WAS talking to Ryou."

"HAH!!!" Marik shouted, shoving Yami off of the bed again. "You owe a dollar!"

Yami got up and shoved Marik off in return. "For all the times in your life you've been wrong, you owe Ahmose and I probably a million dollars each!" he grumbled in return.

"how was he talking to Ryou? I thought only gods or the dead could travel between realms..." Yami asked Ahmose after a moment.

Ahmose frowned and thought. "Marik... has the bottle. The bottle still is connected to Ryou in some way. Or I could be hokey and say it was the power of love." He said with shrug, and Marik gave him a look.

"Gag me a river." Yami said rolling his eyes. "So then getting the bottle was pretty pointless, well other than saving the world.." he said calmly. "The only thing inside it is a corpse.”

Marik turned and punched Yami in the gut. "DON'T SAY THAT!!!" Then shoved him off of the bed again. Ahmose rolled his eyes..

Yami growled. "I wish you were a scrawny featherless chicken!" he blurted without thinking. the bottle glowed brightly, and... Marik was indeed transformed into the funniest looking naked chicken the world had ever seen.

The chicken shrieked and ran from the room. "YAMI!!" Ahmose howled. "Watch what you say!!!"

Yami laughed. "Sorry Marik! I wish you were normal again!"

"FUCK YOU YAMI!!!" Marik howled, and poor Bakura got an eyeful of his buck naked best friend running down the hall.

Bakura whined and did an about face, walking back into his room. "Fucking naked psychos..." he mumbled shutting the door.

Ahmose sighed and looked at Yami.

"It got rid of him didn't it?" Yami shrugged. "so, what do we do about the genie? He's dead..."

"Obviously, he's not. He's alive, his soul has just passed on to the next world." Ahmose said, laying back down and folding his hands beneath his head, thinking.

"Well... Anubis does favor you. Maybe we can talk him into giving his soul back..." Yami offered. "Like... I dunno a trade or something? I mean... for Ra's sake… Marik," he said hearing a door slam. "is a psychopath.”

Ahmose blinked. "Just... talk to Anubis. Just like that." Ahmose said. "It's not that simple, Yami! Anubis can't just, release souls! Even if he WERE to agree to release Ryou, he would want something in return! Maybe even another soul!"

"Well we have to try! Marik's gonna get fucking tweaky if he finds out Ryou's not coming back! You've seen those news stories about postmen going postal!? He'll be a fucking news man on ALL our asses!" he said grabbing Ahmose's shoulders. "and hell if I'm letting him kick MY ass for it. You're Anubis's buddy. If he wants a trade, we'll come up with something!"

"WHAT?! My own soul?!" Ahmose yelped. "Gods... why don't I just offer YOUR soul?!"

"I didn't say that! if he wants a trade, we'll come up with something, I wouldn't trade your soul!" Yami said frowning. "You're my best friend! Besides, who's ass would I stare at in chem. lab?"

Ahmose choked on his own throat at that one. "WHAT?!"

Yami laughed. "Nothing Ahmose."

Ahmose stared at Yami, blushing slightly. "You don't... REALLY do that... do you?!"

Yami laughed. "I dont see why you're so shy Ahmose." Yami said standing. "You loved me just as much back then." he said calmly, shaking his head. "a body is a beautiful thing. Surely you can appreciate that."

Ahmose blinked. "I seem to remember that your... indiscreet advances had me on edge then just as much as now..." Ahmose said. "I can't forget that time you tried to go all the way with me on the royal barge and the High Vizier walked in on us!"

Yami laughed. "You wanted it." he said calmly. "If you didn't you could have, and would have made a hasty and easy escape."

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He mumbled, then yawned and stretched. "Has anyone checked the news to see what it said about Hiroshi?"

"He's dead, what does it matter what they say about him?" Yami said stretching and yawning. "Or are you looking to be praised for hacking the guy's head off?"

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "No... I just wondered... does the world still think there's a genie out there?"

"Probably, but I doubt they'd trace it to us..."

Yami replied after a moment.

Ahmose sighed and nodded. "I suppose..." He mumbled, then blinked as his stomach growled. "I'm hungry." He announced needlessly.

Yami laughed. "then lets go eat." He said grinning. "I like that fridge of Marik's anyway."

Ahmose grinned. "I hope it still works." He said, then leapt out of bed, pulled his jeans on over his boxers, and ran down the stairs, happily pulling out a large platter of quesadillas.

Yami laughed, hurrying after, happily pulling his food from the fridge. "Gods I need one of these...." Yami said grinning. "mmm...Hero sandwich and orange soda..."

Ahmose blinked. "Hero sandwich? What the hell is that?"

"A sandwich with everything on it?" Yami said blinking. "You've NEVER had a hero sandwich?"

Ahmose blinked and shook his head. "I always called it 'the works'." He said, and dipped his quesadilla into the guacamole, sour cream, and pico di gallo.


Yami chuckled. "It's not a pizza!" he said sitting down and digging in. "Besides." he said after swallowing a huge bite. "I never like olives on my sandwiches..."

Ahmose snorted. "Whatever." He said, drinking his own soda. A moment later, they were joined by Bakura.

"Marik's in his room... dressed thank god. He's polishing that bottle again.." He said pulling a large steak from the fridge, followed by a soda. He sat down and tore into it ravenously.

Ahmose sighed. "We have to find a way to get that genie back... Before Marik just..." He paused, then sighed and stuffed his mouth with food.

"So... is there any way we CAN get into contact with Anubis?" Yami asked as Bakura sighed, slowing down.

Ahmose sighed. "Well.... yyyyeessss...." He said slowly, and quite reluctantly.

"keep talking Ahmose." Yami said firmly. "how?"

Ahmose looked at Yami, then stuffed more food into his mouth and chewed slowly,.

"Ahmose. I mean it." Yami said warningly. "You know I hate when you start something, then stop."

Ahmose continued to chew, staring Yami straight in the eyes. Finally, he swallowed. And he kept staring.

Yami stared back. "Are you gonna kiss me, or talk?" he grumbled calmly.

Ahmose blinked and rolled his eyes, then slurped his soda. "Well." He said after a while. "There are two ways to speak to Anubis. One, I can speak with him in a certain ritual. And two, in another ritual I can summon him to this realm, for a price, to talk to ALL of us."

"What do both rituals involve?" Yami asked, sipping his own soda.

"You can summon a god? Nice." Bakura said before stuffing his mouth once more.

Ahmose sighed. "Yes, I can summon a god. And they both involve time, energy and blood."

"Specify how much of each." Yami said. "I want to know which is the best course of action."

Ahmose sighed. "Summoning him to THIS realm is... extremely difficult, and I will be um... how shall I put this... out of commission for at least three days afterwards. Communicating with him by myself requires bloodletting, and a deep meditation."

Yami frowned. "But it is easier?" he asked.

Bakura merely busied himself with his meal since he had no clue about the workings of any of that.

"ABSOLUTELY." Ahmose said. "Speaking to him through meditation is a HELLUVA lot easier than summoning him to this realm. And like I said... summoning him to this realm has a... price."

"Which is?" Yami asked after a moment.

Ahmose sighed. "It varies. But usually? A human life." He said. "Fortunately, I've never needed to summon him to this realm. But I know how to. Just in case."

Yami frowned. "Meditation it is."

Ahmose chuckled and started on the next quesadilla. "Wise choice." He said.

"Oh don’t be a smartass." Yami said chuckling. "Or I might interrupt your meditation rudely..."

Ahmose snorted. "Fine. But I'll make sure that Marik knows who caused the hold up." He said, slurping his soda.

"It'd be worth it." Yami snickered.

Bakura rolled his eyes. "You two need to just fuck already."

Ahmose slowly looked up and narrowed his eyes at Bakura. "Oh, shut up."

"C'mon, it's not like you're shooting him down." Bakura snickered. "Or are you scared?"

Ahmose stopped chewing and slowly swallowed, lowering his reddening face. "Bakura, it is none of your business..." He muttered, cramming more food into his mouth and fidgeting with the pico di gallo.

"He wont shut up about it!" Bakura countered. "You're both constantly talking about it, and lets be honest Ahmose, you're not shooting him down, you're just encouraging him through reverse psychology."

"I AM NOT!!!" Ahmose howled, glaring up at Bakura. "Just go fuck Malik already!"

"I do. Nightly." Bakura said smirking. "When's the last time you had any? Oh wait, you died a virgin before didn't you? So you're a virgin through TWO lifetimes."

"oooh burn!" Yami snickered.

Ahmose glared. "No. I was NOT a virgin through two life times, unfortunately. Just because YAMI never screwed me in Egypt doesn't mean I wasn't screwed!" He snapped, standing and slamming his soda down. He then turned and fixed his glare onto Yami. "Or have you forgotten what I sacrificed? For YOU?!" And he stormed out of the room.

Yami sighed shaking his head. "Ahmose never could take a joke..." he said shaking his head. "He's such a woman." he said sighing and continuing his meal.

Bakura chuckled. "I'll say... he's got his pissy moods... but he's not that bad."

Yami chuckled. "That's why he's my friend."

Ahmose stomped up the stairs and into the guest bedroom, sitting on the bed and leaning against the bed post, hugging a pillow to his chest. Sure, having some of his memories from his past life was nice, as was the new knowledge of magic and combat skills, but... some of his memories he would gladly go without…

It didn't take long for Yami to once again join Ahmose. "Ahmose..." he said softly, shutting the door behind him and locking it. "I know it hurts... but it was a past life." he said softly. "It can’t hurt you anymore... and if it came down to it, I would do the same for you..."

Ahmose sighed and looked at Yami, smiling slightly. "But that's not your job; it was MINE." He said. "It's just... well... it DOES still hurt, and it's... it's like a sudden wound that I never knew I had, ya know? I remember it, but the shock of suddenly having this memory, it... It's hard to describe, ya know... and... I dunno..." He sighed. "But you know perfectly well that even if it IS a healing wound, it still hurts when you poke at it."

Yami smiled. "I'll remember that when I finally get you to agree to sex." he said grinning jokingly. "Lighten up Ahmose... those guys are long gone. I promise that won’t happen again. Ever."

Ahmose smiled and nodded. "Thanks..." He said. "When the sun sets, I'll get ready to speak with Anubis... but... I can't make any promises, Yami."

"I know. I'll cook you up some of my tea that you love so much, and get you a good book for afterward." he said smiling. "You'll be tired, and 'tv just wont do'." he said chuckling. "Don’t try too hard..."

Ahmose snorted, but smiled slightly. "Thanks..." He said, sighing and relaxing, closing his eyes. "That genie has really turned our lives upside down..."

"Twice." Yami corrected. "Even as a HUMAN he caused mischief." he grumbled.

Ahmose smiled. "Indeed he did. Always a little imp..." He sighed, and yawned. "I think I'm gonna go finish my food." He said after a bit, and got up, pulling on his shirt this time.

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Sglily: Heh… oh, we had fun with that. I have a picture of it on DeviantArt. See the link at the bottom of the page. And obviously it took a lot of coaxing to get Bakura to become a woman. Yes, he did have a slight… FEELING of his pat experience. And as for bringing Ryou back… just wait and see.

Menacingk: ^_____________^

Shadow Mistress: Heh… you’ll see. We had SO much fun turning them into girls. And yes, it seems that all Yami DOES is taunt my poor Ahmose… ::sighs:: I’m trying to ease her into a lemon in a different fic, but nothing yet.

Millie Ishtar Motou: …… did you just call me a moron? O.o


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Here's a link to my picture of Yami, Marik, Bakura and Ahmose as women!!!

http://www.deviantart.com/view/34785156/

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