|The Little Wish Maker
Author: BlueStar29 PM
Pharaoh Atem is stranded in the desert, about to die when he finds a bottle in the sands. Inside is a very playful, very young boy who claims that he is a genie by the name of Yugi.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Fantasy - Chapters: 7 - Words: 24,610 - Reviews: 131 - Favs: 87 - Follows: 42 - Updated: 01-25-07 - Published: 09-04-05 - Status: Complete - id: 2566350
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Okay, new story time. First, let me say that this might sound a lot like 'Aladdin', and some things may have been taken from it, but it is not an 'Aladdin' story.The geniein 'Aladdin' comes out with smoke, and the genie in herecomes out with sparkling glitter.This is a YamixYugi story. I know I'm mostly known for my father / son fictions of these two, but I thought it might be good for a little change now and then. Second, I'd like to thank Yami Yuugi for helping me figure out some of the ideas that will come up later. And third, there are pictures of what Yugi looks like in his genie wardrobe up at Deviant Art. My name there is Sparkling-Blue. So if you go to that file, you'll be able to see them. I tried to describe it as accuratly as possible, but i added a few thing to the description that weren't in the pictures. Anyway, just keep in mind that this is not supposed to be an 'Aladdin' story and ... have a good time reading ...
It was a cloudless day in the land of Egypt. Pharaoh Atem had just gotten back from his three day trip to one of the neighboring countries surrounding his own. With him, he had his trusty guards with him. Being guards, he didn't really have a choice in the matter whether they came along or not. This young king had it all. He had a wonderful country, a giant palace, and an attitude to match the size of that palace. Though he performed his duties to their requirements, he was a spoiled, rotten brat. He was a pampered during his childhood; receiving absolutely everything he could ever want. He was not very well – liked in the land of Egypt, but he did do his job, and he demanded respect. If he was not given it, then he would not hesitate to hunt down a person's family and torture them; forcing that disrespecting person to watch. This is why he was known as 'Atem the Bloody'; a name which he knew of, but did not care. He never learned love, or caring or anything. His parents never had time for him, so he learned to rely on himself. None of these traits earned him any friends in his life.
This day was no different to Atem. He dragged his arm across his tanned face, removing the film of sweat that had formed. As stated before, Atem had an attitude, and was not known for his patience at all. "Is it at all possible to go any faster! These cacti seem to be moving faster then anyone here!" He yelled to the person driving his chariot. No one who worked for Atem liked him. But because he was the Pharaoh, everyone had to hold their tongue. Suddenly, the chariot stopped, causing Atem to almost fall off of the seat he was sitting on. After regaining his stance, Atem stormed out of the chariot with a growl. "What was all that about!" He angrily snarled. The driver of the chariot pointed to something ahead of them. Atemu looked to where the driver was pointing and gasped. Dark storm clouds were approaching at a rapid speed. It was a sand storm. The winds looked almost as if they were ready to eat anything in their path.
"I suppose you want me to stop and wait for this storm to pass, correct, Pharaoh?" Atem squinted at the storm clouds. The gods were not going to keep him from going home.
"No, continue." He started to climb back into the chariot. The driver's eyes almost looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
"B – But Your Majesty ---"
"DO AS I SAY!" The Pharaoh screamed. The driver gulped, but obeyed. All too soon, the storm hit them. The horses tried to keep up their stance, but the winds were just too strong. Strong enough to blow he chariot all the way over; and that's exactly what it did. Atem was thrown out of the chariot and onto the sand. The wind was so strong that it carried him a few yards away from his chariot driver. Atem couldn't see anything in this storm. He tried to walk with his arms over his eyes, but the winds kept pushing him back. Suddenly, the winds became even stronger and picked him up entirely. Atem screamed his lungs out as his feet left the sand. There was nothing he could do. He was sure he was going to die. The sudden winds dropped him and he hit his head so hard on a low rock that he lost consciousness.
Atem groaned as he forced his ruby eyes open to see his surroundings. He was in an unknown part of the desert; far away from the nearest city. He was in a bit of pain as he stood up and immediately fell right back down to the hot earth. Though the storm had cleared, Atem's pain came from the bump on his head when it came in contact with the rock. The temperature was rising rapidly and Atem knew he had to look for a city or else he would not survive. Perhaps on the way, he would be able to find his guards and chariot driver. The long journey would not make itself; so the young Pharaoh decided to start walking.
What felt like years to Atem had been only a few hours. He was starting get very sleepy from the heat and he needed hydration badly. Somewhere along his walk, Atem had lost the top part of his tunic and his cape, leaving his golden chest bare. The golden chest plate he wore was also gone. The only thing he wore on his chest was the Millennium Puzzle. Suddenly, he collapsed from exhaustion. His head still hurt and the pain was becoming more painful as time went on. He rolled onto his back with a groan, raising his hands to grasp the sides of his head. It was so hot. The sun seemed to be cooking him as if he were some sort of food. Sweat was all over his body now. This was it. This was how he was going to die. Why fight it? He would lay here and wait for Ra to take his life. Groaning again, he turned to his side. When he did, he saw a sparkling purple bottle just resting in the waves of sand. Atem blinked. He couldn't believe that a bottle would just be lying out here in the middle of the desert … but then again, the heat was known for playing tricks on the mind. The Pharaoh shook his head, only to cause more pain. No, I will not be fooled by the tricks of the desert! Atem thought. But it seemed as if this beautiful purple bottle was mocking him, telling him to pick it up. The one thing Atem wanted was water. Maybe this bottle held some. With new found hope, Atem gathered what little strength he had and made his way over to the sparking bottle that he hoped was no a mirage.
As he neared the sparkling object, it became clearer that this may not be a trick after all. With each step, Atem started to believe more and more that this beautiful object was real. But the real test would be to touch it. The king hesitated for a moment. It still may be a mirage, but if it was a mirage, wouldn't he be hallucinating about an oasis instead of a small bottle? With this question in mind, Atem reached for the bottle and was surprised when he could actually touch it. He silently thanked the gods that he had not been fooled by the heat. Before opening it, he examined the object in his hands. Not only was the bottle the color of the brightest amethyst, but it was actually made out of said gem. There were rubies, sapphires, emeralds, topaz, diamonds, garnets, and other small jewels encrusted into it. This bottle was simply gorgeous. Whoever made it was obviously an excellent craftsman. It wasn't heavy at all. It was actually really light. All of Atem's hopes of having water were disappearing. Deciding to take his chances, he pulled on the top of the bottle for a few seconds before it came off with a 'pop!'
Before he could look into the bottle to see if there was any water in it, a cloud of purple sparkling, glitter made its way out of the opening of the object it was trapped in. The sparkling glitter was the same purple color as the bottle itself. The glitter circled around the confused Pharaoh and made a few patterns in the air, leaving sparkles behind in its trail before it stopped and turned into a small but fast tornado in one specific place. Once again, there was strong wind and Atem had to hold his arm in front of his eyes as he watched a figure form from the purple tornado. He could see the outline of something inside the tornado before the winds stopped. Scaring Atem suddenly, a booming voice was heard coming from the circle of purple sparkling winds.
"FOOLISH MORTAL WHO HAS FOUND MY BOTTLE! THOU HAST AWAKENED MY SLUMBER! NOW I MUST DESTROY THEE FOR RELEASING ME UPON THIS WORLD!" Atem was completely scared out of his mind. He wanted to run as fast as his legs could carry him, but he was too frightened to move. He just stood there, shaking and staring at the purple tornado.
"A – Are you … s – serious?" Just then, the purple tornado of winds and sparkles disappeared to reveal a figure kneeling on one knee with arms folded in front of its chest and its head bowed to where the face could not be seen. What was surprising is that the figure had the same colored spikes of hair as he did, along with the same sunny bangs, but not as many. The figure was also very small. Probably smaller then Atem. As soon as the sparkling purple glitter had cleared, the figure raised its head and Atem saw two large eyes that were the same color as the bottle and the sparkling glitter; amethyst purple. The eyes were not angry of vengeful at all. In fact, it Atem hadn't known any better, he could have sworn he saw playful amusement in those eyes. They were soft and welcoming. He also saw two rosy cheeks and a smile a mile wide. Instead of the booming angry voice he heard earlier, the person spoke with a soft, playfully young voice.
"Nah, I'm just messin' with ya." The person said as the stood up, brushing the sand off of him. "I get all my new masters with that one!" The boy chirped with a big smile on his face. Atem got a better look at the person in front of him when he stood up. He saw a young boy, probably younger then him, wearing a purple vest with a golden chain in front of the boy's torso, as an attempt to keep the boy's vest together. The vest was open, revealing a small, slightly toned chest, but a little bit of a … 'meat' around the stomach area. Right around where his belly – button was, a red sash – like belt was wrapped around his waist. There were more golden chains decorating the belt. The belt was attached to a pair of very baggy, purple pants that went to he boy's ankles. The vest and pants matched the color of his eyes. His feet were in golden shoes that curled at the top. Each shoe had a small amethyst on the tip of the toe, but under the curl. On his arms golden bands with sapphires and amethysts; both were making a pattern around the bands. Around his wrists were thick, golden bracelets, also encrusted with a small amethyst in each. On his left had, the boy had a sapphire ring around his thumb, a ruby ring around his middle finger, and an emerald ring around his pinky. One his right, he had an amethyst around his index finger and a diamond ring around his ring finger. The boy's face also had jewelry one it. He wore a golden headband around his the crown of his head with an emerald in the middle, surrounded by sapphires, rubies, and amethysts. He had a jewel in the center of his face that was above the bridge of his nose, between his eyes, and in the middle of his forehead. He also wore one golden ring in each ear. His hair had less sun – kissed bangs, but one small stray bang flew into his face, between his eyes and just above the center jewel on his forehead. His lips were a rosy pink and so were his cheeks. His skin was a creamy white that made him look as if he were almost never in the sun.
Atem thought the boy before him was absolutely beautiful. All those jewels and that outfit kinda turned him on. The exhausted Pharaoh was brought out of his trance when the boy stretched, making his chest more visible. "Oh, man I didn't think I'd have so many kinks in my back! It feels so good to have more space now!" Atem was still in shock from what he had just seen with the sparkles and now he was very interested in the boy's looks. "So, what year is it?" Atem blinked.
"Uh … three thousand sixteen. Why do you ask?" The boy stopped his stretching and looked as if he were thinking for a second.
"Wow, fifty – six years! I didn't know it had been that long." Once again, Atem blinked. Only this time, it was out of confusion rather then a trance. Fifty – six years for what? What was this kid talking about? As Atem thought about this, the small boy in front of him cocked his head and moved closer to the Pharaoh. Atem's breath caught in his throat as the boy came closer.
"Hey, you look just like me." The boy in purple stated. Duh! Atem thought. The boy moved his hand and rested it on one of Atem's sunny, golden locks. Softly, he caressed it with his thumband index finger. Occasionally, his other fingers would softly touch his cheek bone. Atem thought he was going to go crazy at that touch. It was so soft. "That's strange …" The said as he continued to caress that one lock of Atem's hair in his hand. "I've never had a master that looked exactly like me before." Atem was still dazed just by the fact that this beautiful boy was touching him. But then a thought came to him. Something the boy said, with renewed realization, Atem firmly held the boy by his arm where the bracelet on his wrist stopped.
"Wait a minute, what do you mean 'master'?" The boy smiled and retreated his hand.
"Don't you know? I thought you would have since you opened my bottle and woke me up." Atem looked at the bottle in his hands that he was still holding. He glanced at it, and then at the boy.
"Your bottle?" The boy nodded.
"That's right. My name is Yugi. And I," he made his arm do a loop like motion before it stopped In front of his stomach and he moved his leg out to the side and bowed from his waist. "And I am a genie."
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