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 8

After sobbing for hours, Malik fell into an emotionally exhausted sleep, and he was still asleep when Marik and Ishizu finally got home that night. Ishizu was stark raving mad until she walked into the house, and then forgot what she had been mad about... but Marik hadn't. He stormed into his cousin's room, jerked him from the bed and got right up in his face. "YOU BASTARD!!! Give me back Ryou's bottle!!!"

Malik blinked wiping his eyes. After he'd woken, he'd forgotten why he'd been crying...his wish come true. "Ryou's bottle...?" he asked confusedly. "I don’t have it."

“…. What do you MEAN you don’t have it?!” Marik snapped. “Where is it?!”

"I dunno." Malik said blinking and waking up slowly. "We were gonna play with it...but Bakura and I....I don’t remember what...b-but it's gone now." he said slowly. "The bottle's gone."

Marik's eyes widened in horror. "What... what do you mean the bottle's gone?!" He gasped, a cold feeling of dread filling him. "Malik... what did you do?" His eyes grew cold and hard and he shook his cousin. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!?"

"I don’t know!" Malik said holding his head. "I don’t remember...I just know the bottle's gone!" he said hurriedly. "Stop!"

Marik stared at Malik. "Then where. IS IT?!" He demanded as Ishizu walked in.

Malik frowned shaking his head. "I... I don’t know Marik! I don’t know where it is!"

"WHAT DID YOU DO WITH IT?!?!" Marik screamed, shaking Malik.

"Marik don’t shake him...if he doesn't know where it is, he doesn't know." Ishizu said calmly. "Shaking him won’t help."

Malik sniffled nodding. "I don’t know!"

"You said you were going to play with it! What did you do?!" Marik demanded, not letting go of his cousin.

"I don’t KNOW! I...I don’t know what happened, what we did...b-but...it's gone...I...I wished it would go away...." Malik said mournfully. "I'm sorry!"

Marik froze, his eyes wide, then he shook his cousin violently. "YOU WISHED WHAT?!?!"

"MARIK!" Ishizu scolded. "Put him down, if it's gone, then lets go look for it!" She said firmly. "It can’t have gone far."

"I'm sorry!"

"What do you mean?! Damn you Malik!" Marik screamed, flinging his cousin to the floor. "What did you wish?! What were your EXACT WORDS!?!"

"I wish you were gone." Malik said softly. "That's… what I said..."

Marik stared. "You... you BASTARD!!!" And he fell upon his cousin with fists and curses.

Ishizu was quick to save Malik. "Marik stop it! What is pummeling him going to do? If you go out looking now you might be able to find him before someone ELSE does!" She said firmly. "But taking time to beat Malik bloody is just giving someone else more time to find the genie's bottle!"

"HOW DO WE EVEN KNOW HE'S IN THIS EXISTENCE?!" Marik screamed, tears streaming down his face. "Malik could have made him disappear ENTIRELY!!! DAMN YOU MALIK!!! If I don't get him back, I'll fucking KILL YOU!!!"

Ishizu frowned and hugged Marik, rubbing his back. "Why don’t you go out looking. I'll put an ad in tomorrow's paper... ok? He's just a bottle to anyone else... if someone finds him they could return him without even knowing it." She cooed soothingly.

Marik shook his head, trying to hold back his sobs a he rubbed at his eyes. He glared down at Malik, then shoved past Ishizu and stormed down to the basement, slamming the door and shoving the dresser up against it since it didn't lock. Then, he flung himself onto his bed, buried himself beneath his own blankets, forsaking those that Malik had given him, and cried.

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On the other side of town, a college frat boy found an interesting little bottle in the dumpster. "Dude... SWEET!" he chuckled picking it up. "Just what I was looking for!" The sun was setting, and his buddies would be throwing a great party in their fraternity house... and this bottle... would make an excellent bong.

Not far, in the college University cafeteria, two young men huddled over a text book.

"You going to that Frat party tonight?" The smaller asked. Golden eyes turned up, staring into the deep ruby staring at him.

"We have a test this week, Yami." The taller said, tapping the text book.

Yami chuckled softly. "Yes, but all work and no play..." He taunted softly. "Besides, when was the last time we crashed a party and caused a little havoc?"

Ahmose leveled a cool gaze onto Yami. "You mean when was the last time YOU crashed a party and caused a little havoc? I never have."

"I know, but when I say we, it includes you, which makes the time even more due." Yami countered smirking. "If you NEVER go, you'll grow up to be an impotent old man."

Ahmose raised an eyebrow. "Or a successful and well respected historian and Egyptologist." He said, then smirked. "While YOU will end up as one of my subordinates doing archival work for me." And he raised his glass in salute before sipping his water.

"Hardly." Yami said chuckling. "You won’t live long if you don’t have a LITTLE fun."

Ahmose snorted. "With the way you live, I hang out with you too much and I'll have gray hair by thirty."

"Doing what?! Reading all day?" Yami blurted. "Aw c'mon Ahmose, it wont kill you to humor me once and a while." he said tugging Ahmose's arm slightly, smiling. "Let’s just go check it out. How about that? 10 minutes and if you aren't having fun we'll do what you want to, I'll concede defeat."

Ahmose stared at Yami, then sighed and shook his head. "Okay okay... fine..." He mumbled. "We'll go."

Yami clapped his hands. "Huzzah, the party pooper stops pooping up the parties!" he said chuckling. "Come on then." He tugged Ahmose's arms. "It's going to start soon, we don’t want to be late, that's tacky."

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "Let me pack my books for God's sake!" He cried, quickly gathering their study materials and TRYING to get them organized, but with Yami's badgering, he finally just swept them all into his backpack and picked it up.

Yami chuckled. "Gods Ahmose, even when you're going to a PARTY you're going to study..." He scolded chuckling. "You're as bad as Yugi..." he said waving a finger. "One day your eyes will go bad."

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "I am NOT leaving my stuff in the cafeteria." He flung that backpack onto his back. "Alright Yami. I'll humor your... inner party animal. Let's go."

Yami chuckled, and led Ahmose across the campus. Soon enough they'd reached the fraternity house, where the booze flowed like water, and the air smelled sticky and sweet with sex and pot.

"Yup... party." Yami said chuckling at the look on Ahmose's face.

"This is... repulsive." Ahmose blurted, making a face and sidestepping projectile vomit. "What the hell is the matter with you?!"

Yami laughed. "Well, let’s just say I didn't expect this." He said, highly amused with Ahmose, more than the party. "It's almost worth staying, to watch your disgust."

Ahmose gave Yami an annoyed look. "I am NOT having fun. Can we PLEASE go now?"

Yami smirked and pointed to his watch. "Nine minutes 45 seconds." He chuckled. "And you already agreed to the deal."

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "Damn you to all seven hells."

Yami grinned. "Only if you're comin along for the ride." He teased his friend.

As they explored the... pit of sin... They saw...quite a bit that both took turns chuckling at, or regretting completely. Though as they were on their return trip to the door, their time almost up, they came across a smoky room, which hosted a small OBVIOUSLY old Egyptian bottle in the middle, several boys using it as a makeshift bong...

Ahmose was completely mortified. "That thing could be genuine!" He gasped, shoving his way into the room and snatching the thing from the boy who was about to take his turn. "What the hell is the matter with you?!" Yami closed his eyes and sighed. Yep... Ahmose was about to make a scene...

"Dude what the hell is wrong with YOU." One of the other boys spouted back. "Get yer own damn smoking bong!"

"Smoking...?! This is NOT a BONG!!!" Ahmose shrieked, turning it upside down and emptying it out. "This is worth... worth... well, a helluva lot more than my fucking education is costing!!!"

"It's just some junk!" The finder of the bottle said, yanking it away. "I found it outside the library!"

"If it's just some junk," Ahmose said. "Then you won't mind if I take it."

"Cept the fact I saw it first!" The guy said not relinquishing the bottle. "Get yer own junk."

Ahmose narrowed his eyes and seized the boy's wrist, immediately twisting it so that the bones were painfully grating together. The boy's grip on the bottle loosened, and Ahmose easily plucked it from his fingers. "Thanks." He said, and headed for the door.

Yami snickered. "Nice..." he chuckled as they began to walk away, getting angry glares from everyone. "Way to crash the party and raise havoc. And you did it ALL by yourself." Yami teased. "And here you thought you'd never do it."

Ahmose frowned, looking down at the bottle. "This is... I think this is genuine, Yami..." He gasped. "I might take it in to Dr. Hikage and see what he thinks."

Yami chuckled. "You MAY want to wash it off first. Unless pot smoking bong, is the impression you want to make with it." Yami suggested, chuckling.

Ahmose blinked, then smiled wryly. "I'll put it through the dishwasher when I get home." He said. "And hope to God my brother doesn't notice the smell..."

Yami laughed harder. "You'd never live it down." he said amusedly. "Ahmose the pot-smoking prodigy."

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "Riiiight... actually... I'll bet Ishizu would know more about this than Dr. Hikage... maybe I'll see her instead..."

Yami nodded. "She does specialize in those sorts of things." He commented thoughtfully. "I'm sure Marik'll enjoy the visit, I heard he was lonely after Malik and Bakura went on a trip without him."

"Hm." Ahmose nodded as they got to the parking lot and climbed into Ahmose's car. Ahmose pulled out of the parking lot. "I'm sure she'll try to convince me to give it to the museum if it's real..." He said with a chuckle.

Yami nodded. "True, wouldn't it be something if it is?" He added almost excitedly. "Then you'd really have something to study!"

Ahmose grinned, a rare moment indeed. "No kidding! I'd NEVER get rid of it!"

"Plus you can put on your resume you identified a TRUE artifact on SIGHT." Yami added proudly. "Gods Ahmose, you're as brilliant as they get."

Ahmose snorted. "Quit trying to kiss up, I'm NOT writing your term paper for you, Yami."

"Oh Har har, for your information I don’t need your help writing it." He said rolling his eyes. "I'll just refrain from complimenting you for awhile."

Ahmose chuckled again. "Riiiight... Have you even selected a topic yet?"

"Indeed I have." Yami said wrinkling his nose. "Why so curious Ahmose, I'm sure you've probably done THREE term papers, you big bookworm."

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "I have not. I'm just almost done with mine. Twenty five pages so far." This made Yami choke on his own tongue; they only had to have fifteen pages!

“Only twenty five? Gods, why don’t you get 'teacher's pet' tatooed on your forehead." He groaned. "You make EVERYONE else look bad when you overdo it like that." Yami sighed. "Not more than thirty Ahmose, I have to pass with a decent grade and you KNOW the teacher raises the bar when you overdo it."

Ahmose laughed. "But it's so much FUN fucking up the grade curve!" He exclaimed.

"It won’t be fun when I kick your ass!" Yami grumbled. "C'mon ease it up a bit Einstein. You know Grandpa will kick my ass if I don’t get a good grade. And you've been thwarting my attempts left and right!"

Ahmose chuckled. "Excuse me for working while you're procrastinating." He said, poking Yami in the arm. "I'll be sure to tell Grampa that when he asks why I do so much better than you in school."

"I do NOT procrastinate." Yami scolded. "I just take breaks to do human things, like eat, sleep and pee. And occasionally try to get the focus back in my eyes from staring at text all day." he grumbled. "You're just a pain in the ass." He grumbled as Ahmose drove.

"Right. But MY ass will be getting the big paychecks and publicity while yours is parked behind a desk all day." Ahmose taunted, pulling up in front of the Kame game shop. "Pick you up at the regular time tomorrow?" He asked. "And then will you come to the museum with me tomorrow to see Ishizu?"

Yami chuckled. "Why don’t you go see her tonight? I can tell you want to." He said getting out. "You can call me and babble like a schoolgirl about how you were right." He added smirking. "I'll be up late hitting the books... damn you."

Ahmose chuckled. "Have fun. And I don't know about going over tonight... it's late. And I smell like pot."

"I'm sure it's nothing she's not seen, Bakura and Malik practically live there." Yami commented. "She knows you're a goody two shoes, just tell her I forced you to go to a frat party." He said laughing. "If you don’t go tonight, you'll end up staying UP all night staring at it.”

Ahmose rolled his eyes. "I will not. I have to get a good night's sleep for the test tomorrow... But... well... maybe I should go tonight..."

Yami nodded. "Don’t lie, you'll try studying it, and be up all night. You don’t fool ME Ahmose. Take it to Ishizu. That way your curious studious ways are satisfied." he chuckled. "Then call me and tell me about it." He added walking towards the game house. "Tell Marik I said hi!"

Ahmose sighed. "Okay... I'll see you in the morning." and he drove off as Yami ran into the house. Ten minutes later, Ahmose shut off the motor and walked up to the front door of the Ishtar house, ringing the doorbell.

Ishizu answered it and blinked. "Well hello Ahmose!" She said stepping aside. "Wow... did Yami drag you to a party?" She said waving the air a bit, signaling she could smell the... interesting aroma. "What brings you here?"

Ahmose groaned. "Yes, he dragged me to a frat party that had high velocity hurling, promiscuous sex in every room, beer and sake drinking contests and rooms hosting parties for every illegal narcotic known to man." He said.

She laughed. "Sounds just delightful." She said shaking her head. "So, why the visit so late? After another of my books?" She asked closing the door behind him.

Ahmose smiled. "Not this time. As we were leaving, I saw someone smoking pot... out of this." And he held up the bottle. "I think it might be genuine... what do you think?"

Ishizu's face lit up however, and she took it immediately. "You found Marik's bottle!" She said joyfully. "He'll be overjoyed to have it back." She said smiling. "It's a very special jar you see...." But she stopped and walked to the sink, rinsing it off, with soap and water. "I'm sure he can explain THIS piece better than I ever could." She added grinning.

Ahmose blinked. "Marik's? It's Marik's? How did it end up as a bong at a college frat party?! Marik doesn't go anywhere NEAR the University... says he doesn't want to absorb any geek vibes..."

Ishizu chuckled, leading Ahmose to the garage, dabbing the bottle clean. "Marik! Marik Ahmose is here, and he brought something for you!" She called down.

Ahmose raised an eyebrow. "Great..."

"GO AWAY!!" Marik roared from inside his room. Ahmose blinked.

"Well... he's certainly in a mood..."

"Marik, I think you want to come see what Ahmose has for you. It's a VERY special present that I think you want!" She called once more, tapping her foot. "And if you don’t come out and greet him I'm going to kick your ass!" She called in bluntly.

Marik groaned and was heard moving across the room and shoving the dresser out of the way and flinging the door open.

"What the fuck do you want, Inarus?!" He roared. Ahmose's eyes widened as he took in Marik's... appearence. His eyes were red, his face blotchy, his hair and clothes were a mess... Marik was a wreck.

Ishizu chuckled. "Marik, Ahmose brought this for you..." She said holding out the familiar bottle. "And you nearly rejected it." She added tapping her foot. "Now what do you say?" She added smiling slightly.

Marik blinked and looked down, then froze. "Is... is that...? Where did you find it?!" He nearly shrieked, snatching the bottle and staring at it.

"Uh... being used as a bong at a frat party that Yami dragged me to..." Ahmose mumbled, then looked back and forth between Marik and Ishizu. "What's going on?"

Ishizu nudged Marik. "I think you owe Ahmose a little explaining... seeing as how I can’t." She said glaring slightly. "I'm going up to make some tea. I'll bring it down when you're done." She added leaving the two to the 'mysterious' bottle.

Marik gulped and glanced at Ahmose. "Umm... thanks. This is... well... special to me... Bakura brought it back to me from Greece and Malik lost it earlier today, and..." Ahmose raised an eyebrow, knowing there was more to the story than that.

"TELL HIM!" Ishizu stomped on the floor slightly, shouting down. "Don’t MAKE me come down there!" She added warningly, before the 'roof' of the basement went silent.

Marik frowned ad glared at the ceiling, then looked at Ahmose who was waiting expectantly. "Umm... Bakura brought me this, and, uh, well... there's a genie in it..." Marik told his friend. Ahmose blinked.

"... Why do I have a feeling that you've been using that thing as a bong, too?" He asked, as Malik slipped down the stairs, hoping to earn his cousin's forgiveness now that the bottle was back.

"Hey Marik..." Malik said rubbing the back of his head. "I'm... uh... sorry we messed with your bottle... and stuff... Neither Bakura or I really remember what happened... but we both agree that we don’t want to play with it anymore..." he said softly. "So... we apologize..." He said hoping Marik would forgive him.

Marik glared. "Well, you obviously did something awful with it, Malik." He snapped. "To have wished that it was gone! It's jut a stroke of LUCK that Ahmose found it! If you EVER touch this bottle again, I will cut off your HANDS!!!

Malik waved his hands defensively. "Well I'm glad it's over and no one remembers anything then. If we did something that bad, or I did something that bad I must have felt pretty shitty to wish it all away. Look, I don’t want it back anyway." Malik said carefully. "Tell Ryou I'm sorry?"

Marik glared. "Tell him yourself." He snapped, and rubbed the bottle. Ahmose blinked, and his eyes widened when the bottle glowed and a plume of smoke spewed from the mouth. His folded arms fell limp at his sides, and he slowly backed away.

Ryou emerged from the smoke and shimmering air and his eyes widened in joy. "MASTER MARIK!" he chirped, latching onto him in a big hug. "Oh gods I was so afraid! I was so miserable! I...I thought I had lost you forever!" he said beginning to sob with joy against Marik's shirt.

Marik stumbled backwards, but soon clutched Rou tightly to his chest, also sobbing with joy. And then, he kissed him. And Ahmose's eyes nearly popped out of his head before he turned away, blushing.

"Uh... what's going on here?" He asked Malik. "Or did all that pot in the air affect me?"

"It's just Ryou." Malik said calmly. "Marik's genie. He lives in the bottle thing." He explained. "Grants wishes and everything."

Ryou nuzzled into Marik’s arms delightedly. "Master... I was so terrified... I... I didn't want to leave... I love you." He whimpered sniffling. "Never leave me again!"

Marik rocked Ryou. "I won't. Dammit, I will chain your bottle to my body if I must... I will NEVER let you be taken from me again..." He said fiercely into Ryou's hair. "I love you... I love you... I would give anything to keep you with me! I'd even give up all my wishes..."

Ryou giggled softly. "I would feel terribly useless if I could not serve you master..." he cooed calming slowly, his sobs having died down to soft sniffles. "I'm so glad I'm still with you... I don’t want to go away from you for a moment!" he added. "Your cousin and his friend... c-could not handle the powers I posesss..." he added softly. "I... don’t blame him for what happened..." he added smiling softly, knowing Malik was watching. "You shouldn't either... if you knew what had happened, you'd have wished the same things... It is best how it is now... with wishes forgotten and never wished."

Marik blinked, then nodded and turned to the two young men in the doorway. "I forgive you, Malik..." He said softly with a smile, then turned the amazed raven haired boy. "Ahmose... Thank you."

Ryou blinked and turned, his eyes widening further. "Ah!" He yelped, backing behind Marik immediately. "M-Master Inarus..." he whimpered shaking his head. "I... I... h-how? Y-you c-cant possibly still be alive! I've been a good servant!" He whimpered, trembling. "I... I swear on Ra's power I've been good!"

Everyone blinked, including Ahmose. "You... know me?" He gasped. "You're... REAL?!? What do you mean, still alive?! What are you talking about?!" The young man backed away, alarmed.

Ryou however huddled further behind Marik. "I-I said I was sorry! I... I'll never go in your chambers again!" He said sniffling. "No more punishments!"

Ahmose blinked. "What are you talking about?!"

Ryou sniffled. "Don’t! I've been a good genie! J-just like Master Pharaoh wanted! Please don’t punish me again!"

Ahmose shook his head. "Look... I don't know WHO you think I am, but... I'm not... whoever you think I am! I... I'm not even twenty! You MUST have me confused with someone else!"

"Ryou?" Marik asked, stepping away and laying his hands on Ryou's shoulders. "What are you talking about? What's wrong?"

Ryou sniffled. "That's Master Inarus! H-He's the one who made me a genie!" he said pointing. "I-I'd recognize him anywhere! H-he had eyes just like that! T-the same hair!" he said whimpering. "H-he took me to the pharaoh b-because I snooped in his room!"

Marik blinked and looked at Ahmose, then back at Ryou. "Ryou... Ahmose is only nineteen years old... same as me..." He said. "I've known him for years and years. He's NOT this... Inarus guy, but..."

"Are you saying..." Ahmose interrupted. "That some guy with my name that looked like me turned you into a genie?!" He blurted.

Ryou whimpered softly and nodded. "H-he was Pharaoh's best friend and bodyguard..." He said softly. "A-and he lived in the palace... w-where I was a slave..." he explained slowly.

Everyone blinked and Marik slowly sat down on the bed, letting Ryou sit on his lap. He nodded to Ahmose at the other boy pulled up a chair.

"He... turned you into a genie?" Ahmose asked, and Marik and Malik listened intently.

Ryou nodded, pressing close to Marik, still filled with unease at the sight of his punisher. "H-He did... H-He read scrolls all day, a-advised Pharaoh Atemu... a-and went on hunts... Wherever Pharaoh went... he was right there too..." Ryou said softly, biting his lip.

Ahmose frowned. "Atemu?" He asked, then looked down at frowned. "Atemu... Atemu... I don't think there are any known Pharaoh's by that name..." He said.

Ryou nodded. "Th-there was!" He said nodding. "I-it's the only name I knew of... b-but... Master Inarus... h-he called pharaoh Yugi... short for his birth name or something… they stopped using that name for him after he became Pharaoh…" he said softly.

Ahmose blinked. "Yugi...?" He looked at Marik and Malik.

"There's a coincidence..." Marik mumbled.

"This doesn't make sense..." Ahmose mumbled, thinking.

"Could he mean... OUR Yugi?!" Marik asked, eyes wide.

Ahmose frowned. "Or Yami... his middle name is... Atem."

Ryou nodded. "If... if Master Pharaoh is alive...." Ryou's eyes widened once more. "Oh gods I'll never be free!" he said sniffling. "I-if he's been reincarnated th-then I cannot be freed!"

Marik frowned and clutched Ryou tighter. "What do you mean?!" He gasped.

"H-he's the one who sentenced me... Master Pharaoh automatically has unlimited wishes... u-ultimate command..." He said sniffling. "I-it was his will I be changed INTO a Genie... i-if he's alive, I can only be freed by HIM."

Marik's eyes widened and he clutched Ryou tightly to his chest. "If it's Yami or Yugi... they will. They're kind, Ryou. Good people..."

Ryou sniffled and nuzzled into Marik's arms. "I don’t want to spend an eternity like this... I... I want to stay here... w-with you..."

"Shhh... it will work out..." Marik whispered, and Ahmose slowly stood.

"I... I should go..." He said softly, and slipped out of the room. Marik rocked Ryou and sighed, looking at Malik.

"What do you think?"

"I still think this is crazy." He said shaking his head. "And it's only getting more and more complicated..."

Ryou sniffled, snuggling into Marik's arms. "Master Marik... my bottle smells." he mumbled cutely. "Will you clean and polish it for me?" he asked offering a misty smile.

Marik smiled and nodded. "Of course... anything for you..." He said softly. "Anything."

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Devilsheart: .... why would I fear a picture of nekkid Peggy?

sglily: Yeah... the whole thing with Malik violating Bakura... that was ALL my co-author. SHE did it. And wait til you see who DOES pick Ryou's bottle up.

A: : sorry, but you know me and my cliffhangers! And again... yeah, my co-author is writing the part of Malik in this fic, I was Bakura. So it's not my fault!!! And of COURSE something bad will happen to Ryou! We have to make it a good angsty fic!!!