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 19

Ryou sniffled as he walked, looking up at the large palace before him. The House of the Dead, Lord Anubis' home. He was calmly led through the gates to see the lord of the realm. The palace was enormous, and extravagent. Something he'd only seen comparison in, from wishes. Once the two servants had lead Ryou in, they bowed, and quickly left, leaving a trembling and fidgeting Ryou before the great god of death.

Anubis blinked down at Ryou. "Is there a problem, little one?" He asked.

Ryou gave Anubis a nervous look. "My master wishes me returned..." he said softly.

Anubis blinked. "What?

"M-my master." Ryou said softly. "H-he said he wants me back."

"What master?" Anubis asked. "Your master is dead."

Ryou shook his head. "Master Marik... h-he wants me back." Ryou said once more. "H-he told me so..."

Anubis blinked. "How did he do this?" He asked, looking gravely concerned.

Ryou blinked. "I... I don’t know. He said he was sleeping."

Anubis blinked. "I see... this is... odd..." He said, thoughtfully.

Ryou frowned softly. "L-lord master Anubis... I... I should go back..." he said quietly.

Anubis looked at Ryou. "Your soul has come to the Afterlife. You cannot go back. The God of the Dead cannot play favorites."

Ryou shook his head. "B-but! What about my master?!" he asked worriedly.

"You asked for mercy." Anubis said. "The mercy of the gods. I gave you this mercy. Are you saying that you would rather I did not grant you this?"

Ryou's eyes widened and he shook his head. "n-no no! I a-am eternally grateful th-that you th-thought enough of me to e-even hear my voice!" Ryou said quickly. "B-but my master..."

Anubis frowned. "Why does he want you back?" He asked. "Do you want to go back?"

Ryou nodded slowly. "H-he loves me..."

Anubis blinked and stared. "Really... well, that does give me something to think about... be on your way. I will consider this situation."

Ryou nodded and scurried off, back to the city of Osiris. He hoped that he'd see his lover again soon...

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Yami and Bakura looked up when Marik walked into the living room.

"What's that idiot doing in my back yard?" He asked, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder.

Yami popped a chip into his mouth. "Getting ready to talk to Anubis about Ryou." He said sitting on the couch. "You know, that Genie boy you want back so badly…"

Marik blinked. "Talk to Anubis? In my BACK YARD?!?!" He howled. "What the hell is the matter with him?!"

"Well we could just tell him to stop and you could try talking to a GOD yourself." Yami scolded.

Marik groaned and turned, walking off to the fridge and Bakura and Yami heard him open it. When he returned, he was carrying a large fishbowl filled with a blue liquid that smelled strongly of alcohol. He began sucking on one of the straws.

"Oh I'm sure Ryou will just love that. Drunk off his ass master, come to save the day." Bakura said rolling his eyes. "Great impression."

Marik stopped sucking. "Fuck off." He snapped, then went back to his drink, stealing the remote control from Yami and going to the Playboy channel.

"Oh even better. OTHER people naked. I'm sure he'll feel really wanted." Yami added to Bakura's comment. "Gods show some self restraint."

Marik growled, picked up the fish bowl and dumped it over Bakura's head before getting up and leaving the room.

Bakura blinked. "ew." he grumbled pulling it off and putting it on the table, before storming off to take a shower. "BITCH!" he called before slamming the door to the bathroom.

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Outside, Ahmose was sitting calmly in a circle of candles with symbols drawn in the dirt, and a bowl of smoking incense before him, which he had been steadily breathing in for the past hour. Finally, he picked up the blade at his side and held his hand out over the bowl of incense and sliced into it. He fisted his hand and let the blood drip into the smoldering incense, which began to emit a thicker smoke, which Ahmose breathed in. He felt himself enter a realm of half concsiousness, and his spirit left his body, to hover in the darkness between worlds. He had called to his Master, and now knelt in the silence, waiting for him to respond.

The darkness shifted around Ahmose, and a familiar presence neared him. "Inarus..." the Lord of the Dead said calmly. "I see you've made quick work of remembering your rituals..." he added focusing eyes that glowed gold in the darkness, on his favored. "What is it you seek?"

"A soul, my Master..." Ahmose said, not raising his eyes to his lord. "One that I... laid a horrible curse upon many millennia ago; something I have never forgiven myself for."

Anubis let out a chuckle. "One that you suffer your own punishments for?" Anubis said wryly. "You and the pharaoh both suffer punishments for passing harsh judgment on that slave."

Ahmose winced and nodded. "And we deserve it, Master. I only seek to make up for how I have wronged him."

"I have already cleaned up YOUR mess." Anubis said coldly. "What made you think you had the right? Pharaoh's order or not you KNEW it was not your decision to take the place of a god."

Ahmose cringed and cowered. "My Pharaoh's word is law!" He cried, shaking his head. "I... He... I did not try to take the place of a god! I would never do such a thing!"

"Really? Imprisoning a MORTAL into a bottle for eternity, enslaving a human soul to the will of man is NOT the place of a god?" Anubis said harshly. "You both infuriated the gods."

Ahmose huddled down. "I... I did not mean for it to... I didn't want to! I... I am sorry, Master. Please... return his soul to the bottle. So that he may be free. And live free. For the first time in his life."

"That poor wretch was in agony, punished by you, and as his master beat him, and drained every last drop of magic from him to the point of his very soul being devoured by the bottle... he lay in that bottle pleading with the gods themselves to bear him mercy, the mercy that apparently NO mortal possesses." he growled. "I lift him from the wretched curse you place on him, from the pain of his very soul being tattered... from the decaying body that remained behind." Anubis said describing it slowly, just so it would sink in further.

"I clean up the mess you had the gall to make and leave, and you DARE come here and ask for that poor child's soul BACK?! He is free now. Free from pain, free from masters, free to make his own choices, and dwell happily among his brother man in the land of Osiris... and you... you have the sheer... impudence... to come crawling here to me, and ask for that boy to go back to the mortal world? Back to pain, and servitude, to the bottle that has become so evil and corrupt within that the very idea may eat his soul in an instant?"

Ahmose winced, then slowly raised his eyes, and he stared at his lord and master. "Yes. I would, Master. Because despite all that has happened to him, despite all of his pain and misery... he was able to find happiness. With a master. A master who loved him. Loved him enough to free him, but was unable. Master... Please, I beg of you... return his soul to the bottle. And the Pharaoh will set him free. You have my word, Master! And the boy will live and be happy, as he has always deserved. With someone who loves him desperately.

“There is no happiness, I am told, beyond that which come from being in love. I have denied him so much happiness... will YOU, Master, deny him the greatest happiness of all?" Ahmose asked bravely, knowing quite well that he could be punished for being so... forward and quite honestly... a bit disrespectful to his Patron God.

Anubis raised an eyebrow at Ahmose. "You speak with a tone unbefitting someone in YOUR position." he said firmly. "If I were to return this child's soul to that bottle it would destroy him." Anubis said calmly. "It has been corrupted. There is no goodness left in that cursed thing. I cannot return a soul, without a body, and the body is contained in a cursed bottle." Anubis hissed. "Not that I will likely DO such a fool hardy venture. What have I to gain for giving this child back? Why would I waste my time?"

"Why did you waste your time taking his soul from the bottle in the first place?!" Ahmose shot back, bravely. "Because you felt sorry for him? Wanted him to be happy?"

"Because it wasn't YOUR place to put him there in the beginning. I gave you ample time to undo your idiocy." Anubis said giving Ahmose a warning look. "Perhaps I should lock YOU in that bottle for a few millennia, and see if you're so sharp tongued when you suffer as he has."

Ahmose frowned up at Anubis. "I would deserve it." He said softly. "But does Ryou deserve to be taken away from happiness as soon as he gets it?"

"You should ask that fool hardy master of his, who interrupted his happiness. You know very well the rules of my land prevent memories of those left behind until they return to the sides of their loved ones." He said coldly. "He's in a paradise. A place where food is freely given, where he has choice, and opinion, a place to call home."

Anubis crossed his arms. "What right do you or yours have to take him from that? Why should I take away his paradise and send him back to the wretched land of the mortals? His master will join him soon enough."

Ahmose bowed his head. "I know." He replied. "He has made it quite clear that should I fail in my mission here, that he will take his own life before the sun rises..."

"You say it as though his death will somehow alter my opinion." Anubis snorted.

Ahmose frowned. "Is it fair to take the chance of a life from both of them? If you refuse, Ryou will never have a life. And Marik will lose his life before it has even begun..."

"And what would you know of this?" Anubis said smirking. "You act like you know the plans of gods. Don’t be impudent or I'll have your teeth as a necklace."

Ahmose frowned. "I am NOT being impudent!" He protested. "I say it like I see it." And he slowly rose. "And I believe that a God or not... you have no right to deny them the chance to live. Because most of us only get one chance. I was lucky; for some reason you and the gods decided to give me another chance at life. In my past life, I damned Ryou. In this life, I am determined to save him. Give. Him. Back!"

"I will do no such thing." Anubis said calmly, giving Ahmose a distasteful look. "Favored or not, I take no orders from mortals."

Ahmose sighed. "I know..." He said, but brazenly looked straight into the eyes of Anubis. "But Ra may see it differently. If you refuse me, I will go to him. And if I convince him, you will have no choice, Master." He threatened.

"It will take you longer than to sunrise, to get to Ra." Anubis countered. "By then, your venture would be pointless."

Ahmose frowned. "I can stop him." He said. "And you know I can."

"Long enough to acquire the means to study, learn, memorize new rituals to perform, to reach a god who holds no favoritism for you?" Anubis chuckled. "That my dear Inarus will take MUCH longer than to sunrise. How long will you dabble in affairs that neither concern, nor need you?"

"They concern me very much, for I was the one that set this all into motion! I started it, and dammit, I will see it finished! One way or another!" Ahmose shouted, taking a bold step towards Anubis. "YOU brought me back! YOU had a hand in my reincarnation! What purpose was it for if not to set right what I made wrong?!"

"It's purpose was to deny you paradise!" Anubis said taking a swift step forward catching Ahmose's neck in his hands. "Or perhaps I will just take your soul to a place more damnable than the belly of Ammut." he hissed. "A place where a night of gang raping and priestess killing is a walk in the field of reeds..." he threatened the over-bold mortal.

Ahmose paled and his eyes widened. But he held his ground and held his gaze. "I am but your servant, Master. And if you so desire it... then I deserve it. But Marik and Ryou do not deserve to have their chance at a happy life denied. If I must offer my soul in exchange for Ryou's... then I offer it freely, my Master."

Anubis snorted and tossed Ahmose to the floor. "Your soul is tainted and damned by your crimes. You cannot enter the Field of Reeds, nor any punishment of death, until you've learned your place." he growled. "You and your precious Pharaoh will live to the end, repeating, repeating. Not being granted the pleasure of paradise. Even Ammut won’t take souls such as yours. You would prove nothing more than indigestion."

Anubis glared strongly down at Ahmose. "I will not give up the soul of that poor child until the bottle is purified, and you have a SUITABLE offering."

Ahmose lowered his eyes, then closed them and took a deep breath. "And... how may I purify the bottle, Master?" He asked, softly.

"Take the bottle to a smithy, and melt it down.... and reform it. When this is done, pray for the blessings of the gods to befall it, and burn incense in our honor. It will take 35 days. A day for every one hundred years that poor child was trapped within it." Anubis answered calmly. "Once the bottle has been given new life, and a suitable offering prepared, I will return the boy's spirit, and not a moment before."

Ahmose sighed and nodded, climbing to his knees and bowing. "Most gracious thanks, my Master. I apologize for my... disrespect. I believe I have picked up a slight... attitude in this new age..."

"You just need to go relieve some of it on that over-eager Pharaoh before he just jumps you." Anubis said turning away chuckling. "Was your job not to entertain him as well as protect him?"

Ahmose yelped and choked, then toppled over. "Excuse me?! Oh come on! Not you too!!! Ra dammit!!! I was his body guard, his advisor, his sorcerer and his confidant! NOT his "entertainment"! Dammit! Have you been rubbing elbows with Bakura?!"

Anubis couldn't hide his amused look. "You're not a very good body guard then. You don’t even watch his body anymore."

Ahmose stared at Anubis, then groaned and let his head fall. "Does the whole world want me to lose my new life virginity to Yami ASAP?!" He cried. "Gods! I lost it at 17 before, let me keep it a while longer, huh?!"

Anubis chuckled again. "You kept him waiting an entire lifetime, that's a long time to waste on a lover."

Ahmose made a face. "Waste?!"

"Well, did you two get any pleasure out of it?" Anubis said shaking his head. "You died before you experienced love."

Ahmose lowered his face. "I... I know..." He mumbled.

"How long do you INTEND to keep that poor boy pawing at your heels? He will grow tired of it one day, and move on..." Anubis said calmly. "You could at least humor him with a kiss."

Ahmose groaned and rubbed his forehead. "With all due respect Master... I did not come here for advice on my love life..."

"It's freely given. You're making me look dull." Anubis chuckled. "I will prepare the boy's soul. You have 35 days starting at sunrise, to complete the purification of that bottle."

Ahmose nodded. "Yes, Master. Thank you."

Anubis nodded and faded back into the darkness, back to his own realm, leaving Ahmose to his meditation.

Yami and Bakura were watching South Park, and Marik was pacing back and forth behind the sofa when Ahmose came in, looking tired and worn. Marik turned and stared.

Yami smiled hopefully. "So... how'd it go?" he asked.

Bakura even looked up hopefully. "Yeah... any good news?"

Ahmose sighed, then smiled and nodded. Marik perked up immediately. "Really?! Is Ryou back?!" He gasped.

"Not so fast." Ahmose said. "It's not that easy. Anubis says that the bottle must be purified. Melted down and remade. And the gods demand tribute. Prayer must be offered and incense must be burned, one day for each hundred years that Ryou spend as a genie... In other words... thirty five days."

"Thirty five days?!" Marik howled. "That's over a month!"

"It's the only way, Marik." Ahmose said.

Bakura blinked. "What kind of tribute? I mean... this is modern day! It's not like we can go slaughtering sheep and cows and not get arrested for animal cruelty..."

Yami nodded slowly. "That does present a problem... I never... dealt with tributes."

Bakura snickered. "We could always offer a virgin sacrifice...." and all eyes turned to Ahmose followed quickly by amused looks.

Ahmose blinked then groaned and let his face fall into his hands. "You all need to shut up! Dammit! Even ANUBIS got on my case about my current, ehm... sexual status. And the incense burning and prayers ARE the tribute you morons!!!"

Yami snickered. "We couldn't pass an opportunity to tease you." he said smiling. "C'mon, I'll get you that tea, and I got you the latest copy of that... crap series you keep reading." he said going to get Ahmose a cup of tea.

Ahmose frowned. "WHAT crap series?!" He howled, following Yami to the kitchen. Marik slowly turned and looked at Bakura.

"Did he say ANUBIS was teasing him about his virginity?!" He laughed.

Bakura laughed before stating loudly. "That's pretty sad, when a GOD says something about being a virgin."

Marik giggled. "Yeah. And it wasn't even the god of sex or whatever! It was the GOD of the fuckin' DEAD!!!" He howled, and they both burst out laughing before suddenly, their mouths disappeared.

Yami laughed as they walked past, carrying teacups. "Ahmose let them have a little fun..." he said grinning. "They HAVE a valid point..." he said stopping to grab a sack, and pulling out the latest in a series of mystery novels Ahmose had been reading. "Craptastic."

Ahmose snorted and snatched the book. "Right... Fun. They have had ENOUGH fun in my opinion." He said. "And thanks for the book." Then he headed for the stairs. Marik's eyes widened.

Yami laughed more. "Ahmose give them their mouths back!" he called after him, following.

"No!" Ahmose called down the stairs as he went up.

"C'mon Ahmose, don’t make me wish it!"

"WISH IT!" Ahmose shouted back. "Cuz I'm not wasting energy on something that will only get me more taunting!"

Yami laughed. "I wish their mouths were back!" he called down as the mouths did indeed return to their faces. "Ahmose wait up!"

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It was day 34. Marik sat quietly in the passenger seat of Bakura's car, Yami, Malik and Yugi crammed into the back seat as they headed over to Ahmose and Mikado's apartment. And Marik was cradling a newly re-made golden bottle in his hands, gently stroking the warm metal with his fingers.

Bakura grinned slightly. "That bottle looks good as new... a real improvement from the tarnished thing it used to be... I wonder if the makeover did anything for Ryou...?" He said thoughtfully.

Yami chuckled. "Sure it did! It was like a month in a spa for him! We did all the right rituals and prayers while we made it, and Ahmose and Mikado formed it up themselves. We just spent the last 34 days pampering the kid."

Malik grinned. "I can’t wait to see him again, I kinda miss him...'

Marik smiled. "Yeah... me too..." He said, as Bakura parked in front of the apartment complex. They all got out of the car and walked up to the second floor and to Mikado and Ahmose's apartment. Yugi scampered ahead and knocked, giggling when the dogs were heard barking. He began talking to them, "Hi Abana! Hi Enehy! I heeeeeear you!" And the dogs went even more ballistic. A moment later, Mikado opened the door.

"Gods, Yugi! Don't do that!" He laughed. "You'll make them wet themselves! Like when Ahmose talks to them over the answering machine when he's not home and they can't figure out why they can't find him!"

Yami laughed. "So how is Ahmose? Is everything ready?" he asked as Yugi went in and started a tackle-fight with the dogs. Bakura blinked slowly.

"... Ahmose talks to his DOGS.... over the answering machine? So... he's calling his dogs? No wonder..."

Mikado laughed. "No no, he'll call to tell me something and stuff and I won't be here or I'm napping or in the shower, and the dogs hear him and get all excited. Sometimes he tells them to go get me. And they do." He explained. "And when neither of us is home, he calls sometimes just to make sure they're not on the sofa."

Yami chuckled. "Only Ahmose would call dogs." he said shaking his head.

(HA!!! My mother does that

Yeah, but your mother is psycho

Malik snickered. "Oh well... to each his own."

Yami nodded. "If he'd gotten cats..."

Bakura coughed. "Ahmose, where is he?"

Mikado sighed and waved his hand, casually. "In his room, burning incense. Like he's been doing for the past month. The landlady's about to spaz out and evict us. He's set off the smoke detectors seven times!"

Malik laughed slightly. "I'm sorry my cousin's caused so much trouble." he said smiling. "I'm sure if Ryou hears that he'd scold him."

"I'm sure if anyone heard, they'd scold him." Yami said calmly, stepping carefully around the wrestling, giggling and barking mass. Soon followed by the others.

Mikado sighed. "I just wanna be able to smell the food I'm cooking and not that bloody incense." He said, leading the way to Ahmose's room, from which the smell was coming from. He knocked, then opened the door. The room was dark and filled with tendrils of smoke. Mikado coughed.

"I don't know HOW you can STAND that, Ahmose! You're gonna get lung cancer!!!" He complained, and Ahmose snorted from where he sat in the middle of the room.

"I am NOT smoking, Mikado."

"Coulda fooled me. You could be smoking pounds of weed back here and no one would know with all that incense."

"Uh oh. You've discovered my secret."

"Oh, shut up Ahmose. They brought the bottle." Mikado snapped.

Yami chuckled. "Smoking? Ahmose? Please. He's already BEEN high." Yami teased softly, stepping aside for Marik to give the bottle to Ahmose. "It's polished and he's been clinging to it like a child to candy since he'd gotten a hold of it." Yami said grinning. "We're all eager to see that genie back."

Ahmose smiled slightly, taking the bottle and looking it over. "I can imagine. Although I NEVER want to cast metal again..."

"Hah! And he speaks for BOTH of us on that!" Mikado announced. "So when does this genie come back?"

"When Anubis decides that it's time." Ahmose said, turning and staring at the incense. "Which should be at nightfall."

"Which is in a few minutes." Marik said eagerly.

"Don’t get over eager Marik. I'm sure Ryou will be very tired. I can’t imagine what a trip from death back to life will do to a soul."

Malik nodded slowly. "That's true...we don’t know how well he'll be feeling after the trip..."

"Well, technically he never died..." Ahmose said slowly.

Yami rolled his eyes. "Well his soul is still in the afterlife, and I don’t know about you, but the trip back probably isn't fun."

Ahmose shrugged. "I guess." He said, handing the bottle back to Marik, who eagerly took it. "Marik... Stop rubbing it! The sun hasn't even set yet!"

Bakura laughed. "You're gonna get it spitting jewels at you like it was at Ahmose!" he said amusedly.

Malik blinked. "It was spitting jewels at Ahmose?"

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up." He said, then yelped as the dogs burst into the room and tackled him, so all the group could see was the wagging butts of the dogs and Ahmose's flailing legs.

Of course, the response was everyone laughing. "Well we have to wait until sunset... we should probably offer a few more prayers before then..." Yami said calmly. "so...I suppose we should get to work then."

Mikado snorted. "Don't bother. Ahmose has been praying since he got up at seven. Gods! It's the weekend! No school! And he STILL gets up early! In fact, ever since he got his memories, he gets up with the sun!!!"

Yami grinned. "Ahmose ALWAYS got up with the sun. I don’t think he is capable of NOT getting up with the sun."

Mikado snickered and grabbed the dogs' collars, pulling them off of his older brother, who made a face before going to the bathroom to wash said slobbery face.

Malik snickered. "Thus is the curse of dogs." he teased, sitting down as Marik put the bottle down among the others, who were beginning to sit as well.

"Cant wait until this whole mess is over..." Bakura said calmly.

"No kidding..." Marik sighed, leaning back against Ahmose's bed, and a moment later Ahmose walked in and flopped down, hugging a pillow and laying his head on it, looking around at the group. Mikado joined him a moment later, dropping onto the bed, resting his head on his brother's back and letting his legs hang off of the bed. The dogs lay down and watched everyone.

The time ticked by slowly, since they were all waiting on sunset. Though soon enough the sky had darkened and the room seemed even more dark. The eerie glow of candles and embers in the incense the only light seemingly able to penetrate the inky blackness.

Marik kept shifting restlessly, and Ahmose seemed to be in a slight doze, while Yugi impatiently played a game boy and Mikado had joined the dogs on the floor, who were now napping against him.

An eerie feeling filled each of them the instant the candles were snuffed out one by one. A single flame hovering above them all. It was bluish purple, and for a while merely hovered over them, seemingly examining them all.

Ahmose's eyes snapped open, and as soon as he saw the flame, he rolled over and sat up, staring at it. The dogs' ears laid back and they tucked their tails in, growling, then pressing against Mikado and whining. Mikado pet them comfortingly, also staring at the flame. Marik looked like he was shaking, whether in fear or excitement was anyone's guess.

The room was filled with the deep voice of a male... speaking Egyptian... though it was indecipherable what dialect, as it was being said so fast it was nearly gibberish. The flame slowly took form... it burned brightly as from within it's very center a glowing ghostly form began growing. Within a moment or two, the 'sleeping' form of Ryou, dressed as he had been in ancient times lay in the air, still aflame with the eerie purple and blue fire.

Marik's eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he slowly stood, clutching the bottle tightly.

"Don't touch him!" Ahmose hissed.

The flames flared up when Marik stood, infuriated, they seemed to lean to him, trying to burn him alive. Yami tugged Marik back down. "You are in the presence of a GOD during a RITUAL! Sit down and shut up!" he hissed pulling the bottle from Marik's hands and setting it on the floor near Ryou's floating body.

The flames slowly fell back, licking over Ryou's body as the silence was once more interrupted by the Egyptian gibberish. Ryou arched his back in the air, and in his sleep gave a gasp. The lid to the bottle uncorked, and Ryou's body seemed to explode with magic, the dust slowly, yet orderly falling straight into the bottle.

Everyone watched in silence, Marik with his mouth agape, obviously wanting to make a dive for the bottle, but Yami's grip prevented that.

The bottle glowed brightly as the dust fell, until only the final speck slowly floated down. The bottle was then re-corked, and it's glowing faded. The room visably brightened, the scent of the insence gone, the only reminders they'd ever been, was the ash they left behind...

Everyone was silent for a moment, but the silence was broken by a freaked out Enehy deciding to bark at the bottle.

"Hush!" Mikado said quickly, and grabbed her muzzle, holding her mouth closed. She whined and pawed at his hand.

"Can I touch it now?" Marik gasped.

Yami looked thoughtful. "eh sure why not. If it burns you, that means no. you're not supposed to touch it yet." he said grinning.

Marik gave Yami a look, and Ahmose slapped him in the back of the head. "Don't be an ass." He scolded, and Marik reached out, and seized the bottle.

The bottle shimmered softly, before fading... and merely sat in Marik's hands after that. No further sign of magic.

Marik blinked, then quickly began rubbing the bottle. Everyone watched, and waited.

The bottle glowed softly, and a mist emmitted from it. Then, yawning and stretching before them, stood a very sleepy looking Ryou. "Good morning master..." he mumbled yawning around a smile.

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Jeda: Heh… yep… UFM and naked chickens. And yeah, there is WAY too much sexual tension between Yami and Ahmose. It CAN’T be healthy for them… And yes, go to sleep. Sleep good… mmmm…. Sleeeeeeeep….. ^__________^ And yes, they DO make hot chicks…

Velvetina: Yay!!! Someone loves my Ahmose!!! LOL I dunno why your attention is so focused on Ahmose and Yami… probably because they’re so fuckin’ funny, thanks to my co-author terrorizing poor Ahmose… And hey… if you were being hugged and kissed and talked to by an invisible entity, wouldn’t YOU freak?!

Sglily: LOL Matching the review to the story is always a good thing… I was quite confused reading the review for THIS fic on another story’s review page… then I started laughing. Glad you like the picture of the girls!!! And yes, everyone is miserable until Ryou gets his genie back.

Shadow Mistress: Sure Ryou was freaked out. He was being loved on by someone he couldn’t see!!! And everyone loves the UFM!!! And yes… more taunting of Ahmose…. Yami is is MEAN to him!!! And I hope to get her familiar enough with Ahmose to get a lemon. I’ve gotten her kind of close in the sequel to this fic, and a new fic tentatively titled Full Moon… but no actual lemons yet… And EVERYONE loves the guys as girls… and yeah, Ahmose looks good. I think it’s the hair. It works.

Millie Ishtar Motou: ……. ;_;