Tales of Arabian Nights

Tales of Arabian Nights

Mally-chan and hato chiisai

YAOI WARNING!!!!

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

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Chapter 18

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While Yami and Ahmose began their night of mindblowing sex, Marik was pampering his beloved genie fiance.

Ryou however, looked utterly confused at the special SPECIAL treatment. Wasn't HE the servant? And yet Marik was doting on his every whim!

Marik plopped onto the pile of pillow that Ryou had replaced his bed with, and glomped onto Ryou, kissing him, and popping a chocolate covered cherry into Ryou's mouth.

"I love you..." He cooed.

Ryou blinked confusedly, chewing the yummy treat and blushing. "I love you too...master...are you ok?"

Marik grinned, nodding. "I have NEVER been better!" He exclaimed, flopping back and pulling Ryou onto his chest, nuzzling his nose into the boy's hair and rubbing his back. "I love you..."

Ryou blushed more and sighed. "Are you sure you're ok? Master...you're doting on me...a-and I'm supposed to be the one doing the doting! I'm the genie!" Ryou pouted cutely.

"No, Ryou love. We are going to be married. And Marriage is a partnership." He smiled and stroked Ryou's cheek. "We are equals."

Ryou blushed more. "But..." he squeaked. "We're not! You'll ALWAYS be my master. Even when we both die! Always and forever!"

"And at the same time, I am your slave..." Marik purred, nuzzling Ryou's ear.

Ryou blushed more. "Master...you're no slave! You're my master...You cant trade me places!"

"I am your slave and you are mine." He said, smiling.

Ryou giggled. "You are confused." Ryou said smiling and hugging onto Marik. "My poor Master...I still love you even though you're really confused!"

"I am NOT confused." Marik laughed. "I love you. I love you so much that I will be your willing slave for the rest of our lives, my Ryou..."

"But I dont want a slave!" Ryou laughed. "I want my master!"

"I am both." Marik said, smooching Ryou.

Ryou giggled and kissed back. "nnoooo! Slave's my place! My job!"

Marik chuckled. "But I am a slave to you!!! I love you!!!" And he began tickling Ryou.

Ryou squeaked and poofed, his giggles still heard, even though he'd vanished. "No fair!"

"Awwwww..." Marik whined. "THAT is no fair! Poofing away... hmmph..."

"You tickled before I poofed!" Ryou argued cutely. "No fair!"

Marik snorted and pouted. "Where are you? Come baaaaack..."

"No tickles!" Ryou said stubbornly.

"Awwww..." Marik whined.

Ryou giggled and reappeared, hugging onto Marik. "Master dont whine, I wont leave!"

Marik grinned and hugged Ryou back. "I love you..." He cooed, and covered with Ryou kisses.

Ryou sighed and nuzzled into Marik's kisses. "You spoil me master..." he cooed back, offering a sweet smile.

"Good." Marik said, cuddling Ryou.

Ryou sighed softly. "What will our wedding be like?"

"How would you like it?" Marik asked, stroking Ryou's hair.

"I dunno...how are they supposed to be?" Ryou asked after a moment.

Marik smiled. "However you want it, precious."

"But I dont know how I want it!" Ryou giggled. "I dont know how they are!"

Marik sighed, then smiled. "I wish you did."

Ryou giggled and shook his head. "But Master...that would take the fun out of me hearing you tell me about them..." he cooed softly.

Marik sighed. "Oh, fine." But then he blinked. "Wait! You do TOO know! You have the memories of a mortal life! You've seen movies!!!"

Ryou grinned. "I want you to tell me!" he said eagerly. "Like a story!"

Marik rolled his eyes, and for the next hour, told Ryou what he knew about weddings.

Ryou grinned and hugged onto Marik contented. "Thank you." he said proudly.

Marik smiled. "Sure sure... so... what do you wanna do for our wedding? And when do you want to get married?"

"I dunno..." Ryou said softly. "It's...all...very sudden..." He blushed and fidgeted looking down. "I...I want to do something special for both of us...a-and get married...when it's perfect...

Marik smiled. "And when is that?"

"I...I dont know." Ryou replied meekly. "When it's PERFECT!"

Marik sighed. "I wish you knew when would be perfect."

Ryou giggled loudly at that. "It's not that simple Marik!" he said shaking his head. "The perfect weather, the perfect day...the perfect place..." he sighed and closed his eyes. "You cant predict that..."

Marik snorted. "No, but you can pick a day and we can WISH for perfect weather."

"That's cheating." Ryou said stubbornly. "Besides, what day is special enough?"

"I dunno." Marik said. "Just pick a day."

"You pick!" Ryou said stubbornly once more. "You're the master."

"Then I order YOU to pick." Marik said, grinning.

Ryou glared cutely. "But masssterrr!" he whined "I dunno which to pick!"

Marik laughed. "You'll figure it out."

Ryou sighed and snuggled closer to Marik. "I guess..." he mumbled softly thinking.

Marik smiled and kissed Ryou's forehead. "Let's just narrow it down. What season?"

Ryou looked thoughtful. "Fall!"

Marik smiled. "Okay then. September, October or November?"

"October!" Ryou said grinning. "When the leaves are all pretty."

Marik hugged Ryou. "Early, mid or late October?"

"mmm...late?" ryou asked softly. "Does that sound ok?"

Marik smiled. "A Halloween wedding, hmm?"

Ryou blushed. "I dunno about that...no scary monsters..."

Marik laughed. "Awwww... poor genie. Do you wanna wear your little genie outfit in white?"

Ryou blushed. "I dunno...I'm certainly not wearing a dress."

Marik chuckled. "Awwwww..."

Ryou wrinkled his nose. "I'm not a girl."

Marik chuckled. “I know, I know…” He said. “but you would STILL look cute in the dress.”

Ryou wrinkled his nose. "I dont wanna."

"Fine, fine, fine..." Marik snickered, cuddling and petting Ryou.

Ryou sighed and nuzzled Marik. "I love you."

Marik chuckled. "For the wedding... morning, afternoon or evening?"

"Afternoon." Ryou said thoughtfully. "So we can see the leaves!"

Marik smiled and nodded. "Afternoon wedding and recption in the evening?"

Ryou nodded. "Yeah...."

"Where do you WANT the wedding?" Marik asked.

"I dunno..."

Ryou replied softly.

"Well... here in Domino?" Marik asked. "Do you want a destination wedding? Egypt, maybe?"

"Egypt?" Ryou asked, perking a little. "But thats far..."

"So? You're a genie!!! You can all poof us there and back again no problem! And... it IS our homeland..."

Ryou blushed at that. "Our..." he smiled. "I like that...but there are no orange leaves in Egypt.."

Marik blinked. "... huh?"

"I want to see the leaves...the orange leaves..." Ryou explained. "I love them."

"Well, poof some up." Marik said.

"In the middle of the desert?" Ryou laughed.

Marik smiled. "No, on the river bank." He said.

Ryou sighed. "Sounds pretty..."

Marik smiled, relaxing in the pillows. "... Ryou? Can we fuck?"

Ryou laughed. "NOT TIL WE'RE MARRIED!" he thundered, laughing more.

"Awwwww..." Marik whined.

Ryou grinned proudly. "Stop pouting." he cooed.

"No." Marik snorted, folding his arms and sticking out his lower lip.

Ryou giggled and shook his head. "Do I need to give you a chastity belt?" he asked.

Marik's eyes widened. "Oh gods, don't even THINK about it! Now excuse me while I go jerk off." He said, standing.

Ryou grinned and snapped.

"WAAAAAH!!! RYOUUUUU!!!" Marik whined. "Taking it away doesn't HELP!!!"

"Sure it does." Ryou giggled.

"No it doens't!!! It only comes back sooner and WORSE!!!" Marik whined.

"I can fix that too!" Ryou called grinning.

Marik glared. "NO!!! BAD genie! BAD!!!"


Ryou laughed harder and snapped again, and Marik was wearing the 'belt of sexual doom', a chastity belt.

"GAAAAAAH!!!! RYOU!!!" Marik howled.

"I'm not takin it off!" Ryou called. "You're stuck with it!"

"NO!!! GODS, RYOU!!! NO!!!" Marik screamed, horrified.

Ryou giggled. "Yes ! YES gods YES!" Ryou called, highly amused.

Marik frowned. "Ryou... this is NOT funny." He said, glaring.

"Oh yes it is." Ryou said grinning. "Cause now you cant talk me out of waiting til marriage." he said matter-of-factly. "and you were gonna try to."

"RYOU!!!" Marik cried. "Now I can't even jack off!!!"

"You're not horny anyway!" Ryou laughed. "You dont need to!"

Marik glared. "What if I WANNA jack off!!!"

"Too bad!"

Marik snorted and flopped into the pillows. "If ya won't have sex with me you can at LEAST let me get intimate with Lefty!!!"

"I dont want you cheating on me with your hand." Ryou giggled. "If I can go three thousand some years without sex, you can go a few months."

Marik rolled his eyes. "You COULDN'T get aroused... that 3000 years doesn't COUNT!!!"

"I can fix that for you!" Ryou called.

Marik glared. "Fine. Then screw the October wedding, we're getting married tomorrow!" He cried, throwing his hands up.

"No! You said we'd have the wedding how I want it!" Ryou said stubbornly. "I want October!"

Marik glared. "Then give me back my penis!!!"

"I never took it away!" Ryou laughed loudly

Marik glared. "Get RID of this thing!!!"

"No!" Ryou giggled. "You can abstain! "

Marik glared. "How am I supposed to PISS?!"

"I'll take care of that!" Ryou called, snapping. So much for that
idea...

Marik just stared at Ryou. "... You suck."

Ryou looked up at Marik seductively. "Yes I do..." he purred.

Marik's eyes widened, and then he threw up his hands, whined, and ran from the room.

Ryou burst into giggles and plucked up his bunnies, who looked somehow equally amused. "Poor Marik..."

Marik in the meantime had gone straight to the fridge for his comfort food; chili cheese fries.

Three months later, Ryou was beginning to get worried about Marik....

And three months later, spring had sprung and Yami was finally getting to see Ahmose in daylight in tight black leather pants, and a tight sleeveless purple shirt. And he was wearing it to SCHOOL no less.

"So?" Ahmose asked, striking a slight pose in the driver's seat when Yami got in. "What do you think?" And he peered at Yami over the rims of his shades, gold ahnk necklace sparkling in the early morning that was still quiet cool. Yami couldn't help but look at Ahmose's skintight shirt and think of how COLD the history building tended to be and... what that might... reveal for his amusement...

"I think it's a definite improvement. Very sexy." Yami cooed smiling.

Ahmose grinned, blushing slightly and pushing the glasses up onto his nose, pulling away from the curb after Yugi had hopped in. Mikado snickered. "You should have seen him checking out his own ass in the mirror, Yami. I would LOVE to see Anubis summon Ahmose when he's wearing THAT!!!"

"No thanks. I don’t need to have to get jealous of a god. I don’t want those two getting TOO friendly." Yami said firmly. "Ahmose's sexy enough, and gods have never been well known about resisting temptation."

Ahmose snorted. "Anubis? Attracted to ME? I doubt that..." He said, heading to the high school to drop the little brothers off.

"I'm not taking any chances." Yami said smugly. "You're MY lover and sexual paradise."

"Oh, EWWWW!!!" Yugi squealed, hiding his face. "YAMI!!! My virgin ears!!!" Ahmose and Mikado laughed.

Yami grinned. "If you don’t want it to be your virgin eyes, I think you should get out as SOON as we get to your school..." he warned smirking.

"YAMI!!!" Yugi squealed. "STOP IT!!!"

"Yeah! Stop it!" Ahmose agreed, though his eyes sparkled in amusement behind his shades.

Yami smirked again. "I'll stop for now, but you have exactly one minute from arrival, to get out or risk being visually de-flowered."

Ahmose laughed. "Yami, stop it!" He said again, and Mikado just laughed.

"Yeah, Yami. Please. I'm thrilled that you're fucking my brother, he's loosened up SO much since Christmas, but I don't wanna SEE it!!!" The boy said.

As they pulled up Yami looked back, grinning wickedly. "Then I suggest you run... and don’t look back." he purred.

As soon as Ahmose pulled up in front of the school, Mikado and Yugi did just that, Mikado smiling and waving to Otogi, who was waiting for him.

Yami grinned at Ahmose once the two left, and practically pounced him. "You, my little lover, are fucked." he said chuckling.

"Oh shit!" Ahmose squeaked, giggling uncharacteristically and fending Yami off. "Not here! We're in front of a high school! And we'll scar the poor little freshmen over there! Wait til after class, Yami!"

"Freshmen were made for scarring, and those pants were made to peel off!" Yami argued, struggling to seduce his lover.

Ahmose smacked Yami. "No! Not now! Cool it before I magic ice water down your pants!" He laughed.

"Magic ice water down my pants, and I'll wish something in YOURS." Yami countered pinning Ahmose and kissing him deeply.

Ahmose moaned slightly, relaxing, but jerked away. "The campus cop has spotted us!" He hissed, and slammed on the gas as the old man ran towards them, shouting.

Yami laughed at that and shook his head. "Now that was fun." he said amusedly.

"You're gonna be in court one day, under charges of corrupting the morals of a minor and public indecency." Ahmose teased, heading to the University.

Yami cooed and leaned over kissing Ahmose again as he drove. "Maybe... we could skip college..." he hissed. "I can think of a hundred uses for this car... or the grass... or carpet...."

Ahmose laughed. "No. BAD Yami! BAD!!!" He scolded as he pulled into the parking lot, and parked in the space that was magically labeled as ‘Reserved’ until HE pulled up to it.

Yami pounced Ahmose again and kissed him heatedly. "You love it when I get bad with you..." he hissed, beginning to grope his boyfriend through his tight clothes.

"Shit!" Ahmose gasped, and he removed his seatbelt, opened the door and slid out of the car to get away from Yami. Many random eyes turned and latched onto Ahmose's ass. "Come on!" Ahmose laughed. "We have CLASS!!!" And he grabbed his backpack from the trunk.

Yami pouted slightly and gave Ahmose a hungry look. "It's only a wish away..." he hissed softly.

Ahmose smiled. "After class, I'm all yours..." He purred back, giving Yami a slow, suggestive wink and slowly walking away, in a very... enticing manner. Many people, men and women, stared at him.

Yami grinned dumbly and trotted after him, enjoying the view.

Ahmose locked the car with the button on his keychain, and stuffed his keys into his backpack, slowing and waiting for Yami to catch up. They reached the History building and headed to their first class. Ahmose walked in first, and the girls who were already in there talking froze and stared, eyes wide and mouths open. Ahmose quickly lowered his eyes, blushing, and sat in his usual front row seat, Yami by his side. He glanced at Yami.

Yami smiled. "I think the girls are jealous." he whispered. "You look hotter than they do."

Ahmose blushed even brighter, but gave Yami a shy smile. "Thanks..." He mouthed. As classmates trickled in, Yami was amused, and Ahmose embarrassed, by the fact that male or female, they couldn't stop staring at Ahmose. When the professor walked in, she stopped in her tracks AND mid sentence, and STARED for a good five long seconds at LEAST, before stammering and picking up where she left off.

Yami grinned broadly, and stared lovingly at Ahmose throughout the lesson.

Neither of them were able to concentrate much on note taking, Yami was too busy ogling Ahmose, and Ahmose was too busy feeling the class ogling him. Halfway through the class, Ahmose was poked by the guy behind him, who handed him a note. Ahmose opened it, and blushed. Yami glanced over at it.

'Are you single? --Maki' It read. Ahmose gulped and looked at Yami.

Yami grinned and nodded. "Told you." He whispered lovingly. "Reply!"

Ahmose just slid the note under his notebook and tried to concentrate on the lesson. When class was dismissed, he packed up his stuff and stood, trying to ignore the professor staring at him. When he headed for the door, many of the girls hurried to go after him.

Yami grinned once they were out of the class room and DRAGGED Ahmose into the men's room, where he proceeded to pin him to the wall and kiss him deeply. "Gods you're fucking hot!" he hissed grinding against him and looking quite aroused. "And now you KNOW you are..." he hissed. "Which just makes you even HOTTER!"

"STOP!!!" Ahmose gasped, squirming. "Class just let out!!!" He jerked away and stumbled over to a urinal just as the door opened to admit three boys, talking about a paper due the next class.

Yami crossed his arms, leaning against the wall casually, waiting on Ahmose, eyes on his back, and he knew Ahmose could feel them.

Ahmose sighed and did his business, then picked up his bag and turned, giving Yami a look.

"You are impossible." He said. "... and I'm hungry. Let's get something at the cafe." He suggested, walking out of the bathroom, only to find several girls waiting, including Maki. "Oh... ummm..."

"What's with the outfit?" One girl asked. "Special occasion?"

"Uhhhh..." Ahmose said, blushing and backing away slightly.

Yami walked out just at that moment and grinned. "Why, yes it is." he answered wrapping an arm around Ahmose's shoulders. "It's his birthday." he cooed proudly. "So he's wearing nice clothes... VERY nice clothes..."

Ahmose blinked. "My birth-- WHAT?! Yami, it’s not my birthday!”

“Fine, your Unbirthday.” Yami said.

"Are you single?" Maki asked as Ahmose gave Yami a look.

Yami shook his head. "I'm afraid Ahmose is spoken for. As if you had to ask. He's obviously hot, it's common sense he'd be taken."

Ahmose blushed and the girls blinked, pouting.

"Does she attend the school? Or is she still in high school?" One girl asked, though a few were eyeing Yami and Ahmose suspiciously.

Yami chuckled. "Does it matter? Ahmose's lover is one hell of a lucky person."

The girls' eyes widened. "LOVER? Not just... someone you're dating?!" One girl gasped.

"No... not someone I'm dating..." Ahmose mumbled softly, blushing terribly. "And not just a lover... someone I intend to spend the rest of my life with." The girls stared.

Yami chuckled. "Damn lucky person too. I mean just look at him. He's fuckably sexy." Yami said smirking. "And no one can deny it, boy or girl. He's hot."

Ahmose blushed. "Yami! Please!!!" He gasped, as the girls giggled.

"So who's the lucky girl?" One of the suspicious ones asked. "Or... guy?" Ahmose blushed even brighter, and she gasped. "It IS a guy!" The poor unsuspecting girls looked shocked and horrified. The suspicious ones looked very... satisfied with themselves for guessing.

"Lucky bastard." Yami snickered.

"... who is he?" One of the disappointed girls squeaked.

"Maybe he'll bring his boy-lover to visit some time." Yami chuckled, highly amused. "Well... I'm going to lunch." he said after a moment, beginning to walk away.

Ahmose frowned and snagged Yami by the back of the shirt and tugged him right back. "Ladies." He said, calmly. "You're looking at him." The girls all gasped dramatically, enough to make Ahmose chuckle. "You aren't getting away that easy, Yami..."

Yami laughed. "Fine, since everyone knows, let’s leave now dammit, I want to fuck!" he whined cutely. Some of the girls, and a couple of the guys nearby chuckled at that.

Ahmose's eyes widened and he let Yami go, looking scandalized.

Yami grabbed Ahmose's hand and pulled him away from the now eagerly talking girls and boys. "Heh... I think we just found out which people like yaoi..." he cooed smirking impishly.

Ahmose blinked, then laughed. "You are EVIL, my friend... in this life and the last..."

Yami nodded and pulled Ahmose down the hall, skipping the cafe and into the Journalism building’s dark room which wouldn't be in use for another hour or two. "You're mine now!" he said eagerly, locking the door and grinning wickedly at Ahmose, after turning on the red-tinted light.

Ahmose froze like a deer in headlights. "WHAT?! YAMI!!! Someone could try to use this room!!!" Ahmose cried, even though there were two other dark rooms next door.

Yami grinned. "There's two other rooms. This one's occupied." he hissed, and once more pinned Ahmose in a kiss.

Ahmose groaned and squirmed, but slowly stopped. "O-Okay... fine... not like I can stop you..." He said, smiling. "Not like I... WANT to..." And he blushed, shyly. Ah... he was FINALLY admitting things...

Yami grinned and ground against Ahmose. "You can’t fool me. Even if you try. I know you want this... You're just shy." he cooed lovingly. "I wish anyone who comes near this room until I'm done with Ahmose, suddenly remembers something else they had to do, and leaves."

The door glowed brightly for a moment, before fading. Ryou's handiwork in action. Yami smirked. "You're fucked."

Ahmose's eyes widened and he flushed darker, though in the red light, Yami really couldn't tell. He slowly backed up against the counter that held the enlargers, hopping up and sitting on one as he and Yami kissed. "It's a good thing we have magic, you and I... Well... I and... you have Ryou..." He snickered. "Otherwise... we'd BOTH be in jail by now..." He snorted as he felt Yami unzipping his pants. "Ah! Gods... and if we were in jail... we'd BOTH be fucked... and unwillingly I might add..."

Yami smirked. "Oh you'd be fucked. By ME only." Yami hissed seductively. "And if that's unwilling, then obviously we're roleplaying. Because you are never unwilling to me." he cooed

Ahmose smirked. "Oh, never unwilling with you... but Ra knows how many... perverts in the big house would LOVE to fuck us, hmm?" He asked, unzipping Yami's pants and kissing him.

Yami chuckled. "You're turning into as much a sex addict as me..." he grinned and pulled a vibrator from his pocket. "And look here... seems I snuck a toy or two in with me..."

Ahmose's eyes widened, but then he chuckled. "What, can't you satisfy me without them?" He asked, coyly.

"Oh I can satisfy you fine without them." Yami said proudly. "I just like watching you squirm and moan."

Ahmose smirked. "But ya can't get me squirming and moaning without them... is that it then?" He asked, grinning.

Yami laughed. "Not in that half crazed 'Gods I'm going insane!' way that you get when I use them. The way you look, panting and so close to orgasm, is so beautiful, that I can’t help but make you more and more crazy... then take away your fun juuuust before... to start all over again."

Ahmose blinked, looking very flushed, even thought the red light hid the red in his face. "I, uh..." He stammered, wide eyed. He stared at Yami and gulped, looking like a deer in headlights as Yami started peeling the leather pants off of his hips. "Ummm..."

"Getting cold feet Inarus?" Yami said smirking up at him.

Ahmose squeaked. "I, um... you... um... no?"

Yami snickered. "You're squeaking."

Ahmose blinked and gulped again, sweating slightly. "Ummm..." Was all he could say as his pants were pulled down to mid thigh.

Yami snickered and grinned, slipping something Ahmose really hated into the scenario. A cock ring. "I hope you weren't intent on leaving this room within the next hour or so..." he hissed amusedly. Oh they'd be busy for a LONG time...

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That wasn't the only time Ahmose and Yami fooled around in that darkroom that semester. Yami often pulled Ahmose in there for quickies between classes... Ahmose whined every time, but always gave in, and eventually stopped putting up a fuss, instead acting like he was reluctantly resigned to his fate, though Yami could tell that it was just because Ahmose refused to admit that he was starting to enjoy their little flings on campus... Summer came, and Yami worked in the game shop while Ahmose attended summer classes in the morning. Yami then got off of work at noon, just in time for Ahmose to pick him up for lunch. They would then spend the afternoon together. And much of what they did was search for certain unknown paintings by Leonardo DaVinci, as wedding gifts for a certain little genie who was driving his master and fiance up the wall with his 'no sex until marriage' rule, though he did eventually allow Marik to jack off... once or twice. Fall was approaching, and Yami was preparing to go back to school, when one afternoon, Ahmose didn't show up to pick him up at noon...

Yami sighed and frowned, pacing a bit. Ahmose late? Blasphemy! Ahmose was like a clock! A irritatingly perfect clock! He heaved a sigh and wracked his mind for where Ahmose could be...

"Maybe he's sick?" Yugi asked, watching Yami pace back and forth across the store. Ahmose was now nearly two hours late. "Yami, just CALL his apartment!!! If he isn't there Mikado probably will be... Um... with Otogi..." And he giggled. The pair had hooked up a couple of months ago, and they were always with each other.

Yami sighed and pulled out his cellphone, calling Ahmose's apartment, hoping he'd catch him or Mikado.

After a moment, then phone was answered and laughing was heard. "H-Hello?" Mikado giggled, and Otogi was heard talking in the background. Mikado laughed again. "Sorry! Hello?!"

"Hey Mikado, Do you know where Ahmose is? He's late picking me up, and I'm kinda worried about him." Yami said sheepishly.

Mikado blinked. "Huh? No, I haven't heard from him since he left this morning, Yami." He said. "He's late? And you haven't heard from him? Hmm... that's wierd... try his cell..."

Yami nodded. "Alright. Say hi to Otogi." he laughed softly, hanging up and trying Ahmose's cell.

The phone rang and rang and rang... Ahmose didn't answer.

Yami pouted and hung up, and began pacing once more. Damn Ahmose...

Yugi sighed. "Yami... just go out and look for him! You know Ahmose... maybe he's at the library..."

Yami nodded slowly and tossed down his bag and pocketing his cell, he hurried out to search for Ahmose.

A few blocks away, Yami noticed cop cars and a tow truck and cleanup crews sweeping glass off of the road. And the car the tow truck was pulling away with was a familiar black SUV, the hood crumpled and windsheild shattered.

Yami yelped and hurried over to the scene, now completly worried about his lover.

"Ahmose!" he called, looking frantically for said dark haired teen.

One officer caught Yami. "Sir, you can't go into the street!!! It's an accident scene!"

Yami glared. "Hell if I care about the accident, the street's public domain and I'm worried about my friend!" he said sternly.

The man blinked. "Your friend?"

"Yes! I'm worried about Ahmose!" Yami said loudly.

The man blinked. "Oh! The driver of the SUV?"

"YES!"

"The ambulance left about half an hour, forty five minutes ago..." The officer said. "Domino Memorial Hospital. I can drive you there if you'd like."

"YES!" Yami said loudly once more. "TAKE ME THERE!" He was frantic...

The man nodded, spoke to his commanding officer, and then took Yami to his car, driving him to the emergency room. "You a good friend of his, I take it?

Yami nodded. "Yes. We're very close."

"... Oh. Okay..." The man said, frowning and pulling up to the emergency room.

Yami all but leapt out and hurried in to find Ahmose when the officer opened the door.

The receptionist blinked at Yami when he started shouting. "Sir! Please slow down! What can I do for you?"

"Ahmose!" Yami said trying to calm down. "Inarus! Where?!"

The woman blinked. "What? Ahmose Inarus you say?" She asked. "Hmm..." She began checking the computer. "Oh! The car wreck victim! Which one? The man the beer belly and ruptured spleen and broken arm who wouldn't stop howling, or the really bloody one with long hair?"

"The black haired one!" Yami all but whined.

"Oh, the bloody one. Okay." The woman said, and cop raised an eyebrow. "He is... getting cleaned up right now, I think... Take a seat over there, sir. I'll send the doctor to talk to you once he's done with your friend.

Yami pouted, but sat down and waited....and waited....and WAITED...and waited.

"Excuse me?" Came a feathery voice, and Yami looked up at a pretty young blonde woman. She smiled. "I'm Dr. Rei. You are here for..." She looked at her clipboard. "Mr. Inarus?"

"Yes!" Yami said eagerly. "Is he ok?"

She smiled. "Yes. He looked worse than he was when he came in. He should be waking up soon. He has a slight concussion and a nasty bump on the head... we had to give him a few stitches, but unless something come up, he should be able to go home later on today. I can take you to his room if you like, Mr...?"

"Yes please." Yami said standing. "Mouto."

She smiled and nodded. "This way, then." She said, leading Yami to the elevator and taking him up to the third floor and leading him down the hall. "He's right in here. We sedated him while we gave him stitches, he was very confused and upset because of the concussion, but I beleive that he will be fine when he wakes up." She opened the door for Yami and walked in with him. Ahmose was asleep in the bed, a bruise forming around his eye and there was a bandage just above said eye. "He got a deep cut there on his forehead that needed a few stitches, and some glass in his left arm." She said, gesturing to the bandaged arm. She checked the IV in Ahmose's right arm. "I'm giving him some painkiller, here... He has some other bruising on his chest, but he should be just fine to go home this evening, Mr. Mouto. He's very lucky... honestly... I don't know HOW he got out with so little injuries... I'll be honest, sir... from what the police told me, your friend should be... dead. The people who witnessed the accident said that the car seemed to... Oh, nevermind... let's just say it's a miracle he's alive and has such minor injuries!"

Yami nodded slowly. “Alright.” He said, taking a seat near the bed and fidgeted a bit, waiting for Ahmose to wake up after the nurse left. He hated hospitals…

About fifteen minutes later Ahmose groaned, opening his eyes. He blinked and turned his head. “Yami? Oh wow… hey… what am I doing here?”

“You tell me! You’re the one who totaled your car and came in as ‘the bloody one’!!!” Yami cried, exhasperated. “Are you okay? Are you still fully functioning as a member or human society? Are you paralyzed?!” Yami asked, worried.

Ahmose blinked, then laughed. “I feel okay.” He said. “I don’t think I’m paralyzed.” He wiggled a bit. “Nope. Not paralyzed. As for a functioning mem… it was a car wreck… I remember now. I was just barely able to throw up a defensive shield before that red pickup hit me!!! But I wasn’t able to enforce it, so the car broke through it… but gods, if I hadn’t erected that thing...” He sighed and shook his head, leaning back against the pillows and lifting a hand to his head, blinking at the bandage he found there. “How bad am I? You said I was… heh, ‘the bloody one’?”

“YES you were the bloody one!” Yami exclaimed, frustrated. “Gods, how did you even end up wrecking?! You’re the most cautious grandma driver there is!!! I know I told you to have fun, but I didn’t mean for you to join a monster truck rally!”

Ahmose raised an eyebrow. “The pickup ran a red light.” Ahmose said softly. “I had a left turn arrow. I did nothing wrong. I just remember seeing that guy shooting out in front of me and thinking ‘oh shit!’ before I raised what shield I could.”

“Well at least you were in an SUV… Those things were MADE to wreck… dominating force.” Yami reasoned. “You sure you’re okay? Do you need anything?” He asked, giving Ahmose a relieved look. “I was worried sick.”

Ahmose smiled at Yami, gently. “Thanks.” He said. “I’m fine. I guess I was a bit distracted… I was rushing to tell you.” He smiled and reached out, taking Yami’s hand. “I found them.”

“Found them? The paintings?” He asked, blinking. “Ahmose, that’s wonderful, but next time don’t rush. I’d rather burn the paintings than lose you.”

”Thanks.” Ahmose said, grinning. “But yes, I found them. A man in Sorento has them. He doesn’t know that they’re DaVinci’s. He thinks they were painted by a student of DaVinci. Getting them will be a problem… but hell… Yami? How about a trip to Italy, hmm?”

“Pack up the sex toys! We’re screwing Italian style!!!” Yami cried, eagerly.

Ahmose froze, eyes wide, but then burst out laughing, leaning back. “Do you have ANY idea how many fun places we could have sex in around Italy?! Oh man! We can damn ourselves to Hell and have sex in the Vatican!!!”

“Damn ourselves to hell? There are Seven Levels of Hell Ahmose, and by the time we’re done in the life, we’re the ones that the gods will create an Eigth Level for.” He grinned and kissed Ahmose. “The doctors said you’d be okay to leave tonight…”

”Hmmm… so does that mean we can start working our way to our own Eigth Level of Hell tonight? Or do we have to wait?” Ahmose asked, grinning. Then, he blinked. “Ya know what I just realized? If we’re goin’ to Italy… we can join the Mile High Club!!!”

Yami laughed. “Ahmose, we can start this very moment if you want. Hospitals have never been a reason not to fool around before.”

Ahmose smirked. “Okay then…” He said, sitting up and pulling Yami out of the chair and onto the bed.

Yami grinned and was about to commence the naughty when the nurse walked in. He gave her an irritated look. “What is it with you being injured that stops sex?!” It was the same nurse that had repeatedly walked in on Marik and Ryou, and finally tried to have Ryou arrested.

”Oh boy…” Ahmose giggled, nervously.

The nurse glared. “Oh no…” The nurse said. “Not more of you horny friends of the sneaky slut!” She thundered, snatching Yami by the ear and dragging him off of Ahmose and out of the room. “I’LL NOT HAVE IT!!!”

”Hey!” Ahmose laughed. “Bring him back! PLEASE?!” He called.

Of course, by then it was too late. The nurse was quite far down the hall, and Yami’s pained yelps heard as she dragged the ex-Pharaoh by the ear. “LET GO!!!”

Ahmose just chuckled and relaxed, deciding to rest up until he was released.

And that evening he was, and in a few days, he and Yami were packed and ready to go to Italy.

Yami sighed as they sat in the plane, though he was copping a feel every chance they could. “Heh… Nice flight.” He cooed.

Ahmose just blushed and squirmed, lifting his book up and hiding his face in it.

Yami snickered and snuck his face behind said book to kiss Ahmose. "What's so interesting in here?" he said grinning like a dork.

Ahmose blinked when Yami appeared. "huh?! Oh, hi." He said, smiling. He put the thing down in his lap. "Bored?"

Yami chuckled. "wanna go to the bathroom?" he grinned wickedly.

Ahmose blinked, then snickered and blushed. "Sure."

"Yay!" Yami cheered grabbing Ahmose's wrist and practically prancing to the bathroom. It would DEFINATLY be a soul-damning trip.

When the plane landed, Ahmose's magic was the only reason they weren't arrested, and Ahmose himself looked rather... ruffled.

Yami looked VERY pleased with himself, and contented. He was the cat who...heh...got his cream.

Ahmose just sighed and shook his head, getting them a cab to their hotel.

Once they arrived, Yami grinned, looking around their room as the bellhop helped with their baggage. "Well...nice digs." he said looking quite pleased as he wandered from the room. "Oh hey! A jaccuzzi!" he called out from the bathroom. "I think we'll have lots of fun in here!"

Ahmose laughed, shaking his head. "And tonight... we steal some paintings..."

"Ohhh sex AND felonies!" Yami called out. "Why does THAT turn me on?" he snickered.

Ahmose smiled. "Just wait til you see what I'm wearing..." He purred, going out onto the balcony.

Yami roamed out eventually and hugged Ahmose from behind. "Italy suits you..." he purred in Ahmose's ear. "it's as exotic, and just as sexy." he said grinning. "I'm one lucky bastard to have you."

Ahmose blushed. "I'm part Greek, Yami... not Italian... And yes. Yes you are." He said in an arrogant tone, but he smiled and turned around, threading his fingers through Yami's hair and kissing him. "I love you..."

Yami shrugged. "Greek, Italian...same thing. You built huge white monuments, practiced gay sex and made meals with odd names." he chuckled kissing back. "I love you too."

Ahmose's eyes widened. "They are NOT the same!!! The Greeks were brilliant politicians, artisans and philosophers!!! The Italian... well, Romans, technically, back then... were conquerors! The only reason they thrived and became such a great people was because whenever they conquered a region they stole all the brilliant things that the regions had! Rome STOLE the Grecian Culture!!!"

"And the Egyptians stole you." Yami said smugly. "Gotta love culture thieves. I think WE got the best part of Greece!"

Ahmose blushed darkly. "I... I'm only half Greek..." He mumbled, lamely.

"Greek enough." Yami laughed. "Still the BEST part of anything Greece had." Yami hugged Ahmose tightly and grinned. "A Pharaoh couldn't have asked for a better friend, protector… or lover." he said closing his eyes.

Ahmose's blush only got worse and he looked very sheepish... and flattered. "Um... Thank you..." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around Yami and closing his eyes, too. "And I couldn't have asked for a better King to protect... and love..."

Yami snickered. "Oh please. I was a pretty shitty ruler." he said shaking his head. "Without YOU I would have been completly lost."

"You were a good person, Yami. And a good king. You may have lacked the skill, but you had the right heart..." Ahmose said. "You were young... every king lacks certain skill when they're young..."

"Cept you." Yami snickered. "You were never young. They whipped that right out of you." he said shaking his head. "And it's taken a lot, but I think I may have whipped some back into you."

Ahmose smiled and chuckled, rubbing Yami's back. "Hmmm... yes, I think you may have..." He said.

Yami grinned broadly. "Sooo...what should we do on our...pre-wedding honeymoon-practice." he snickered.

Ahmose's eyes widened and he looked down at Yami on his chest, then snickered and shook his head. "Well... we could tour the city..."

"Alright... dont forget church fucking though. I expect serious sacrelidge." Yami said sternly. "I'm holding you to it."

Ahmose snorted. "So we are to go to Vatican City, or just any old Cathedral, hmm?"

"What do YOU think?" Yami said snickering.

Ahmose sighed. "Well, we're in Sorento. Not Rome. It would be easier to just go somewhere in town."

Yami chuckled. "But I wanna commit a sin in the biiiig church!" he whined amused.

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "Yes dear... come on now... let's tour the city." He said, giving Yami a gentle kiss.

Yami laughed and nodded. "Alright then."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Ryouuuuuuuu..." Marik sang, creeping through the dark house after his genie, who had run to hide when Marik began tickling him.

One of Ryou's bunnies hopped past stopping to look at Marik confusedly, before continuing on it's path.

Marik snickered, noting the pink bow. "Sorry Nod. Didn't mean to disturb you."

The bunny seemed to squeak in reply, as it hopped down the hall and around the corner.

Marik grinned, creeping down the hall. "Ryouuuuuu...." He purred.

Moments later, another bunny hopped past, but this one stopped to click at Marik, thumping it's little foot. It wore a blue ribbon

"Hello Tuc." Marik said, keeping a close eye on the male. "Nod went that way."

The bunny seemed to snort, before hopping off, feeling proud his presence was still one to be feared.

Marik rolled his eyes, and continued searching for his prey.

Moments later a THIRD bunny, this one also wearing a pink ribbon, hopped calmly past.

Marik snorted and shook his head, but then froze and whirled. "Hey!" They didn't have a THIRD rabbit!!! He snatched the thing up. "RYOU!?!"

The rabbit flicked it's ears and looked confused. It sniffed at Marik's hands for a moment, hanging quietly in his grip. Marik had picked up the REAL Nod.

Marik blinked, then groaned, but he held her and pet her. "Sorry Nod, sweetie..." He said, and turned, heading back down the hall stroking the rabbit.

The bunny licked Marik's hands quite content to be petted. Sure enough, down the hall Tuc and the imposter Nod were rough-housing.

Marik stalked right over and snatched the other pink ribboned rabbit by the ears, plopping Nod down on top of Tuc. "Ryou?!

The other pink-ribboned rabbit whined loudly.

Marik smirked and turned, heading for the bedroom. "Evil little Ryou..." He chuckled.

Just as Marik neared the bedroom door, it slammed shut and locked.

Marik glared at Ryou. "Stop that."

Ryou whimpered cutely. A big sign appeared on the door . "Do not open 'til Marriage."

Marik looked at the thing, and burst out laughing. "RYOU!!!" He giggled. "Good grief! Remember that time that Ahmose turned into a jackal and Yami threatened to violate him with common household objects? Well... I'm about to make that threat to you!!!"

Ryou whined again, and poofed. "NO!"

"SHIT!!! Dammit, Ryou!!! STOP poofing on me!!!" Marik howled, looking around for the vanished genie.

"No sex until we're married!" Ryou giggled. "No no no no no!"

"But Ryoooouuuu!!!" Marik whined, looking and sounding near tears. "That's six months away!!!"

"You'll live!" Ryou giggled. A snap was heard, and once again Marik was harshly denied his release..

Marik gave a horrified cry, then threw his hands up into the air. "GODS FUCKIN DAMMIT!!!" He shouted, whirling and heading down the stairs, nearly tripping on Tuc and Nod as he did.

Ryou's giggles followed the poor under-sexed Egyptian as he walked. "My poor master..." Ryou cooed. "But you AGREED! You agreed not to have sex until we were married! Don’t you want my first time to be special?"

”It is NOT your FIRST TIME!!!” Marik whined.

Ryou giggled more. "IS TOO!"

Marik snorted, heading for the front door, opening it.

"Master...where are you going?" Ryou asked, following Marik despite being invisible.

"I dunno." Marik said, cocking his head and chuckling.

"Oh..." Ryou blinked. "Then why go?"

"I don't know!!" Marik laughed out loud. "Because I'm frustrated and going out of my mind?"

"You're not going out of your mind." Ryou said dully. "You're just whiney."

"No, I'm going nuts! My dick is gonna shrivel up and fall off within the next MONTH, I wear to Ra!!!" Marik howled.

That's when Marik felt small little genie-hands running up his sides and soft lips trailing up his neck and jaw.

Marik's eyes widened. "NO!!! BAD GENIE!!! BAD!!! I swear Ryou... Do NOT start with me unless you're gonna finish it! In a way that I want, not just... making everything go away! Or I swear to Ra, Ryou... You and I will have to just live SEPERATELY until we're married! I'll go back to Aunt Ishizu!!! I will! You can stay in our house, and I'll stay in her basement for the next six months!!!"

Lips trailed south, over Marik's chest...lower and lower...

Marik growled. "Ryou. Stop it." He hissed.

Ryou giggled and stopped. "sourpuss." he purred in Marik's ear.

Marik snorted. "Indeed."

"And I was going to bend the rules that once..." Ryou pouted cutely. "Mean master..."

"No you weren't." Marik said, scowling.

"I wouldn't lie master." Ryou scolded.

Marik snorted, still walking.

Ryou pouted softly. "Massssterrr...."

Marik blinked. "Whaaaaaat?" He whined right back.

Ryou whined louder. "You're mean!"

"I'M mean?!" Marik asked, eyebrows shooting up. "I am MEAN?! No Ryou... YOU are mean." He cried, walking into the park and sitting down on a swing on the playground.

Ryou sat on Marik's lap and nuzzled into him, invisibly. "Am not!"

Marik sighed. "Ryou, please stop with the invisible thing..."

Ryou sighed and appeared, wearing his usual genie-attire and gave Marik a pouty look.

Marik smiled. "There's my gorgeous boy..." He cooed, hugging Ryou.

Ryou blushed and sighed cuddling up to Marik. "Master..." he cooed contently.

Marik smiled, nuzzling Ryou. "I love you..." He whispered.

Ryou smiled. "I love you too master..." he said grinning broadly. "Would you really leave?”

"Only until our wedding..." Marik purred.

"I'd follow." Ryou said wrinkling his nose. "It's not home unless you're there..."

Marik smiled at Ryou, recognizing those words as his own.

Ryou grinned. "besides, who would I torment?"

Marik gave Ryou a look.

Ryou groped Marik slightly. "You love me, even if I am horrible.”

"Stop thaaaat!" Marik scolded, eyes wide.

Ryou grinned and disappeared again, Marik's pants unzipping....

"RYOU!!!" Marik shouted. "Don't start unless you're gonna finish!!!"

That's when lips began tracing along the top of Marik's boxers.

"OH SHIT!!!"

Giggles followed THAT announcement, followed by slight tongue...

"Ryou!" Marik gasped, hands blindly groping for Ryou's hair.

Ryou giggled more and pulled away when Marik began trying to grab him. "nooo..."

Marik whined. "Ryouuuuuu!!"

More tongue, boxers sliding down slowly... "no."

Marik whined again. "Ryou... oh gods... Ryou!"

Ryou giggled more and pulled away once more. "You're loud."

Marik whined once again. "Ryouuuuuuu!!!" He wailed.

Ryou giggled more. "Whaaaaaat?"

"Gods... don't stop..." Marik gasped.

Ryou made a thoughtful 'hmm'. "Why should I?"

Marik growled. "If you don't keep going and finish me off, I'll move in with my cousin for the next six months!!!"

"I'd just follow you and torment you there." Ryou said amused.

Marik frowned. "Ryou... What am I? Just... entertainment?!"

"Of course not master. " Ryou said calmly.

"Then why are you treating me like it?" Marik asked.

Ryou sighed. "I'm not..."

"Well, I sure feel like it! You don't respect what I want and how I feel! You just tease me mercilessly for your own amusement! You think my frustration is FUNNY!!!" Marik cried.

"It is mildly funny..." Ryou said sheepishly. "I'm sorry..."

Marik sighed. "well... now you know how I feel..." He said softly. "I love you. And I want to be with you always. I want to love you forever, with both my heart and body... and it's hard when you won't let me..."

Ryou nuzzled Marik. "It's not that far master..." he cooed. "I want our honeymoon to be special..."

Marik sighed and smiled, hugging him. "so do I... but the wait is gonna kill me!"

"You'll be ok." Ryou said smiling and appearing once more. "You're my master, I know you will."

Marik snorted. "I'm gonna lose my sanity, Ryou." He said, tapping the genie on the nose.

Ryou giggled. "You were sane?"

Marik blinked then pinched Ryou's little nose. "Imp!"

Ryou squeaked and kissed Marik. "Master be nice!" he giggled. "How about I give you a back massage so you aren't completly insane from lack of contact?"

Marik snorted. "How about I give YOU a back massage and then do some grinding while I'm back there?" He asked with a grin.

"Not on your life." Ryou replied pinching Marik's cheek softly.

Marik chuckled, kissing Ryou, softly. "Gods, I love you..." He breathed, swinging a bit. He blinked and looked around. "Hmm... sex on a swing set... you on my lap... legs on either side of me, facing me... hmmm... that sounds FUN!!!"

Ryou snapped.

"NOOOO!!!" Marik screamed. "DAMMIT RYOU!!!"

Ryou giggled loudly. "Shouldn't have said anything." he cooed kissing Marik.

Marik just glared.

Ryou smiled cutely and shook his head.

Marik growled. "I told you not to start if you weren't gonna finish."

"I'm not having sex with you on a swing." Ryou said sternly.

"It was JUST a fun idea!!" Marik laughed.

Ryou nuzzled into Marik's arms. "I dont think it's fun."

"How do you know if you haven't tried it?" Marik asked.

"Because we're not married." Ryou replied simply.

Marik rolled his eyes. "AFTER we're married!"

Ryou grinned. "after we're married we can have sex where ever you want..." he said smiling. "As often!"

"We had BETTER!" Marik cried.

"Of course!" Ryou giggled once more. "I want our honeymoon to be SPECIAL!"

“And it WILL be special, Ryou…” Marik cooed. “Gods… but three months…”

Ryou grinned. "You'll live master...you've suffered FAR worse than this and lived.”

Marik snorted, scowling and pouting.

Ryou shook his head, rolling his eyes. "I've spoiled you rotten."

"Yes. Yes you have. And then you decided to be cruel." Marik snorted.

Ryou snorted. "Hardly."

"Hmmph." Marik pouted.

Ryou gave Marik an indentical pout.

Marik stuck out his lower lip.

Ryou mimiced him

Marik blinked, but then chuckled and hugged Ryou, sighing.

"I love you master Marik." Ryou said softly. "Lets promise eachother to not die without the other anymore." Ryou added after a moment.

Marik snorted. "YOU promise that... YOU'RE the only one who has DONE it... TWICE!!!"

"I know! Which is why you should promise too! It's your turn!"

Marik rolled his eyes. "Riiiiiight..." He said, swinging a bit. "Hey Ryou... did Yami or Ahmose tell you why they just... up and went to Italy all of a sudden?"

Ryou shook his head. "I....I didn't even notice they'd left."

Marik blinked. "You didn't know?"

Ryou shook his head. "Was I supposed to?"

"It's wierd that they didn't tell you..." Marik said, slowly.

"Why?" Ryou asked confusedly. "They never told ME anything. I always used to spy on them."

Marik snorted. "Hmmmm..."

Ryou blinked a few times. "why did they leave?"

Marik shrugged. "I dunno."

Ryou looked thoughtful. "Maybe they were bored..."

Marik blinked. "So... they randomly go to Italy out of boredom? I doubt it, Ryou."

"Maybe they're gonna have exotic sex?" Ryou offered.

Marik laughed. "I think that's a given!"

Ryou nodded. "Can we go home?"

Marik sighed. "Oh, I suppose so..." He said in mock reluctance.

Ryou grinned and snapped, and they were once more home, and he cuddled up to Marik. "I'll stop teasing you...but you have to try master...you agreed.”

"I AM trying!" Marik cried.

Ryou shook his head amusedly. "If you try to sneak sex on me again, I'm turning you into a cub until the wedding."

Marik's eyes widened. "You WOULDN'T!!!"

"I would." Ryou said looking calm.

Marik put on a bitchy scowl.

Ryou giggled and kissed Marik's cheek. "I have to save you from your carnal needs." he cooed.

"You turn me into a lion cub and I'll just be humping pillows that you leave around the house... like I've BEEN doing for the past six months!!!"

Ryou grinned. "But you'd be soooo cuuuute."

"What, humping pillows?"

"No, you'd be fuzzy and cuuute." Ryou said snapping and plucking up the confused cub. "You KNOW I love playing with you when you're a cub. I just cant help but adore how cute you can be!" he kissed Marik's little nose. "You have me wrapped around your little paws..."

"Maaooooooo!" Marik whined, flailing in Ryou's arms.

Ryou cuddled him close and began scratching his favorite place just behind his right ear. "I adore how cute you are..."

"Murrrrrr..." Marik pouted, drooping.

Ryou changed him back after a moment and kissed him. "I might cave before the wedding, but please TRY not to let me...I really want this..."

Marik snorted. "We'll have to see..." He mumbled.

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