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 2

The pale genie served his pharaoh for many years, until the day came that his great master died...and he was buried among his prized posessions...where his bottle lay in silent darkness. Years later, tomb robbers would free the bottle from the tomb of the pharaoh. The bottle was passed carelessly from merchant to citizen to merchant and so fourth. He served many masters over the span of thousands of years. Ceaser broke his heart, when his great army raped his homeland with his soldiers. His masters all rose to great glory while he was in their stead.

Atilla the hun, Napoleon, Alexander the great, Leonardo Davinci, Michaelangelo...the list was massive. Each owner of the small bottle, rose to fast fame and earned a place in history. Through his servitude, Ryou had learned to use his magic to entertain himself...learned that he could elect to sleep or awaken within his prison at will...He'd even come up with a slightly bizarre way of keeping his sanity. Talking to himself. He would create a shade of himself, and hold long conversations...

But eventually, the bottle found it's way to a market in Greece. And there, a certain young man named Bakura happened to be vacationing. His plane was scheduled to return him to Japan later that day, and he had yet to find some stupid cheap souvenir for his best friend and partner in crime, Marik Ishtar. As Bakura walked down the street, the little jeweled bottle caught his eye. It was gold and set with the prized blue lapis lazuli, and obviously Egyptian. Like Marik! It was perfect. But Bakura took one look at the price tag and shuddered. No WAY was that thing worth THAT much.

He sighed and looked around, then pretended to stumble, toppling into a woman shopping. She gasped and fell back, her produce flying and the table that the bottle was on crashed over, sending the merchants goods scattering. Bakura calmly began to apologize and "help" clean up the mess, righting the table and beginnign to pile fallen goods onto it, slipping the bottle into his coat as he went. Then he bought a cheap necklace, telling the merchant to keep the change in an apology, and went on his way...

Malik met Bakura back at the hotel, hurriedly packing. "Did you get the souvenir Marik wanted?" He called over his shoulder. "He'll be heartbroken if we go back and 'forgot him'. He added. "You know how badly he wanted to come."

The egyptian blonde sighed, zipping up the suitcase. "I feel bad for him..." he added frowning. "I cant believe he got laid off like that... "

"There will be other times..." Bakura said. "And yes, I got him something. You?"

Malik grinned. "Yeah, I got him this bitchin bed set. Featherstuffed and covered in these weird designs that I think he'd like." He said chuckling. "Plus you know he likes our feather pillow, he keeps trying to steal it."

Bakura chuckled. "Like you care. You're at my place half of the time, anyway... let him have that fuckin pillow, I'm sick of you two waging a war over it."

"Hell no! That's my favorite pillow!" Malik said stubbornly. "I've had that since before I was sexy!" he added crossing his arms. "Mine."

Bakura rolled his eyes. "One day, your head is going to pop from all that hot air."
"It doesn't help that you keep blowing me." Malik countered chuckling.

Bakura chuckled. "All the more reason that you should be careful about how much hot air you generate on your own. Unless of course you want me to stop..."

"Nah, I just blow you back to let of some of that 'steamy' air." Malik cooed invitingly, before noticing the clock. "Shit! We've gotta go, or we'll miss the plane!" he said grabbing some suitcases.

Bakura also cursed and stuffed his suitcase full, zipping it and following Malik out the door. And soon enough, they were on their plane home.

Little did they know what precious cargo Bakura had pilfered. Or that within a small prison, a pale Genie was laying on his soft cushions and drawing in the misty-hazy air that was ever changing in the half-reality he'd...slowly come to accept as his fate, his home. "I wonder...how long it has been...." he cooed softly, waving a hand and shaping the haze into a small timeline. "Last I saw the sun...was somewhere around...." he mumbled shaping the line, refining dates he could remember. "Ahh..." he mumbled closing his eyes. "At least three thousand years..." he sighed, waving away the line, the misty haze drifting away, dispersing.

"I wonder if I will EVER be free..." he said sitting up and looking around deciding a bath would be a fine occupancy for his eternity, at least for the moments he knew now.

Outside of the clueless Genie's prison, where moments disappeared into inspecific amounts of time, Malik was yawning and stretching. The flight had been a long one, and the plane was nearing it's destination. "Ra I hate flying...these seats are not comfortable..." he grumbled burying his face into Bakura's hair.

Bakura snorted and pushed Malik off. "And they're hot, too. Get off me!" He complained, then looked out the window as the pilot announced their final approach. "Finally..."

Malik laughed and shoved Bakura slightly. "First thing I'm doing when we're back, is taking a shower, and sleeping. Jet lag!" he grumbled rubbing his eyes.

The plane began it's slow descent, and the landing was quick to follow. Once they'd exited the plane, Their friends met them. Ishizu, Malik's sister, and Marik, his cousin eagerly (and worriedly) met them at the gate.

"Hey Ishtar!" Bakura called, wrapping an arm around Marik in a half hug. "You're not in jail!"

"Piss of Bakura!" Marik spat, thought he was grinning.

Ishizu grumbled. "Dont curse!" She scolded Marik. "Malik I'm so glad to see you, you too Bakura!" She said hugging both boys and sighing. "I was worried sick..." She cooed as they began to walk to Ishizu's car. "So how was it?"

"Meh..." Bakura shrugged, following her to the car. "It was... historic..." And he made a face.

"Right, like you were paying attention to any of that." Malik chuckled softly, implying a few secret activities.

Ishizu sighed. "Honestly..."

Bakura burst out laughing and Marik gave him a look, letting him know that he did NOT appreciate being left out of the loop.

Malik shook his head laughing as well. "Marik, we had some...extra curricular activities." He said in hinting vagueness.

Marik rolled his eyes. "Spare me." He mumbled, and walked off ahead of them towards the car. Bakura frowned and looked at Ishizu.

"What's with him?"

She shook her head. "I think he's a bit jealous." She said softly. "And with his being laid off, he's got nothing to really...do with his time anymore."

Malik frowned. "Poor guy...." he said frowning. "Maybe we can plan a picnic or something."

Bakura slowly turned and looked at Malik. "A picnic? What is this, 1969? Why don't we just drag him off to a club or something! Ooh! The place with the hookah bar!!!"

"Oh god no, last thing we need is him getting high." Malik grumbled. "Maybe a dance club...but you know those aren't so fun unless you have someone...he'd be a wallflower."

Ishizu swatted Bakura. "I thought I told you not to take Malik there!" she said accusingly, knowing from THAT little outburst that Bakura had.

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Malik, they do NOT put anything illegal into those hookahs!!!"

"No." Marik snickered as they all climbed into the car. "But YOU do!"
"Which is exactly why you're in trouble!" Ishizu said as she swatted him once more.

Malik laughed as Bakura tried to duck away from Ishizu's swatting. "heh heh poor Bakura..." he cooed when Bakura sought shelter behind him.

"Bite me..." Bakura growled, watching Marik fasten his seat belt in the front seat and stare out the window as Ishizu pulled the car onto the street.

The drive wasn't long, and they discussed the non-sexual aspects of the trip with Ishizu and Marik. Malik was all too glad to rush into Ishizu's house once she'd pulled into the driveway. "You can stay the night Bakura." Ishizu said softly chuckling at the tired look he was trying to hide.

"Excellent. I CALL THE SHOWER!!!" And he barrelled into the house. Marik sighed and watched him go, then turned and helped unload the bags before heading in the direction of the basement.

Ishizu sighed and hugged Marik suddenly. "Dont act so sad Marik, they're home, you'll feel better soon." She said offering him an encouraging smile.

"Yeah..." Marik mumbled. "Sure. Ill see you tomorrow..." And he shuffled off. "Gonna go out and try to get a job again tomorrow..."

Ishizu sighed. "Well ok..." She said shaking her head.

As if on cue, Malik peered out of the garage door and grinned at Marik. "Hey we got you some gifts!" He said grinning broadly. "Bakura's too busy showering, but here..." He said, presenting the bed set, zipped up in it's plastic bag, nestled within was Bakura's gift. "Try it out, it's all featherstuffed, so you'll stop taking my pillow!" he added firmly.

Ishizu laughed. "I'll bring dinner to you later ok Marik?"

Marik smiled and nodded. "Yeah, sure. Thanks Malik." And he hugged his cousin. "Now go get Bakura out of the shower before he takes all the hot water. And I'll leave your pillow alone."

Malik chuckled and turned back into the house, followed by Ishizu, carrying the remaining suitcases. Which left Marik to his presents, and the otherwise empty garage.

Marik sighed and headed down to the basement, where he unpacked the blanket and began to spread it out when the gold bottle plopped onto the bed. Marik blinked, and reached for it. He smiled slightly. Bakura... had to be. It was nice, though. And obviously Egyptian. And very old, too... Marik looked around, and set it on a shelf, then went back to spreading out his new comforter.

Within the small slightly tarnished bottle, Ryou had just finished his bathing and with a wave of a hand, was clothed and adorned with the customary Genie attire, which had somewhere along the line became expected of him. A pair of light blue harem pants, a light blue tube top, and various silver coins adorned the waist of the pants. His shoes were the fanciful curled toe-slippers. His previous masters had insisted upon. Silver wrist and arm bands, and a silver circlet all encrusted with small gems in various colors.

He stretched and looked around boredly, plopping down onto a soft overstuffed cushion, laying on his back and looking up into the endless haze above. "Mmm..." he mumbled beginning to drift off into another of his 'sleep's, unknowing of his location, his new owner or any of the most current events.

Little did he know, his knew master was currently pondering his bottle. And a moment later, Marik grabbed the bottle and an old dirty sock, and began trying to polish the gold metal...