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Tell Me Your Wish
Chapter 1 - Ancient Gravy Server
"Hello Darien." A woman's voice mummbled into his ear.
"Huh?" He groaned as he turned in his bed. "What?"
"Darien-" Another woman called to him. Turning around in his bed, he felt his body tense up. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped. In barely anything, both Rei Hino and Minako Aino sat on the edge of his bed. Both Rei and Mina were famous models for SuperS Magazine. Minako was not only a famous model, she was a famous singer. Her stage name was Sailor V, it was also rumored she had a romantic relationship with Rei. People believed, with their last names different by one letter, they were destined to be lovers. Unfortunately for Darien, he refused to believe so.
"Open your eyes, sexy~!" Rei ran her hand down his chest. Her fingers were as soft as he had imagined.
"You're pretty hot," Mina winked, "now open you eyes big boy." She giggled.
Starring at them, he soon realized. . .it wasn't real. This was just a dream. Sighing to himself, he groaned aloud. And with that, he was awake. Starring up at his ceiling in his apartment, he covered his face, running both his hands up and down. Scrubbing the fatigue away.
"Hey, Darien!" Andrew yelled as Darien had entered the class hall. Raising a hand, he began to sip on his daily coffee. "Long night?" Andrew smiled at his friend, he could see something was bothering him. "Same dream?"
"I'm going to kill myself-" Darien slammed his coffee mug onto his desk. "It's not fare!"
"They're fantasies, Darien." Andrew smiled at his colleag, "they're never going to be." Watchig his friend, his smile quickly disappeared. "So what's your schedule for today?"
Reaching into his brief case, Darien pulled out his daily planner. "I had given the student a syllbus when they had first arrived in my class," he looked up at Andrew, "they're learning about mythology."
"Fun-" Andrew leaned against the chalk board, "you passing by during lunch?"
"It's a short day," he smiled at Andrew, "stopping by the folks today." Raising a brow, Andrew quickly pulled away from the board.
"Ooh," he walked over to his friends desk, "she's getting rid of his stuff, huh?"
"I still can't believe he's dead."
". . .I'm sorry, Darien." Andrew patted him on the back, "hopefully things will get better."
Darien smiled at his friend, "hopefully."
After a few hours of teaching, class was over. With a bolting headache, he drove over to his mothers home. A few years had passed since his fathers death, a car accident had taken his fathers life. . .left his mom scarred forever. "Mom-" Darien pulled himself into the attic, it was the one place his mother found peace in. It was also the only place his father had never reached. The last time he had ever been in the attic was when they had bought the home fifty years ago.
"Darien?" His mother stood, "look at all these boxes." She smiled, holding an old dusty photo album. Looking down at it, she glanced back up at her son, "it's your fathers."
"Dad had one?" He chuckled.
"He had many." Sitting on one of the boxes, she began to flip through the many pages. "He loved taking pictures, it wsa his thing." He smiled, walking over to his mom, he sat beside her. Looking through the book with his mom, she began to smile.
"What. . .is. . .that?" He laughed, pointing to one of the pictures. His father was holding a golden gravy server. It looked expensive, and with is fathers expression in the photo, he looked rather happy with it.
"That damn gravy sever." His mom laughed. "He wanted me to give it to you when you got mar-" Stopping abruptly, she began to clear her throat.
Rolling his eyes, Darien turned to his mom. "Married." He smiled at her. Three years ago, Darien and his girlfriend Beryl were to be married, they had planned out their wedding and all that fun stuff. Unfortunately for Darien, he had no idea his true love had a second life. She was not only already married, but she had children. She wasn't twenty-two, she was forty-two and if botox was never created, he would've been able to tell.
"He was so hurt by her actions, that he threw it at her."
"Yeah," Darien leaned back on his elbows, "it killed her."
"Literally-" Her mother closed the album, "you know he didn't mean to."
"I'm happy it happened."
"DARIEN!" His mother turned to him.
"What?" He quickly stood, "don't act like you're not!" He helped his mother to her feet.
"Look," she smiled at her only son, "I promised him no matter what I'd give it to you." Beginning to rummage through boxes, she finally found it. "Here it is," turning to her son, "it's dirty, but you can wash it." She smiled.
Entering his quiet apartment, he placed his brief case on his counter, pulling open the flap. Reaching in, he pulled out many of his binders. Nothing but work. As he began to close his brief case, he heard a rattling. The gravy server. His mother wouldn't allow him to leave without it. Rolling his eyes, he reached in and pulled it out. Looking towards his couch, he felt his body tense.
"You see this gravy server?" His dad smiled down at him. A young Darien looked up at his father. "One day it'll belong to you."
"Daddy," Darien looked up at his father, then towards the gravy server. "How come we never use it?"
"Because," his father began to mess with his sons hair, "this isn't any gravy server. It's a genie lamp."
Laughing, Darien shook his head. "But mommy says Genie's aren't real."
Leaning towards his son, he smiled. "Just between you and me. . .their is a genie in here and one day. . he'll be granting you 3 wishes."
Shaking his head, Darien looked down at the gravy server in his hand. "If their was a genie dad," Darien glanced towards his sofa, the same sofa he had grown up with. "Why aren't you here?" Feeling a bit aggravated, he decided to clean the filthy thing. His father never wanted to wash it, only because washing it required rubbing it. If he rubbed it, the genie would come out. Something his father refused to risk. Popping off the top, he looked inside, just as filthy as the outside. A disgusted feeling began to form in his stomach, rinsing it under the fosset, he scrubbed away.
Beginning to dry it off, Darien could see a certain spot was still dark. Was it because he had missed it, he was sure the water would've washed it away. Rubbing at it with the cloth, still it wouldn't budge. Finally, Darien placed the cloth on his counter. Picking up the server, he began to rub it with his fingers. "Come on!" Darien mummbled under his breath, "I wish you'd just get out!" He yelled, continuing to rub away. And with that, a huge puff of white smoke began to fume out of the tip. "What the-" Starring in shock, the server quickly slipped out of his hand, slamming down to his wooden floors.
As the smoke began to disappear, he could see the silhouette of a young girl. "No way-" Darien starred. She wore bunny pajama's, and long pigtales. Her hair was blonde, her skin beautiful like porcelin. Her eyes were icy blue, like his.
Standing quietly, she starred at the jet black haired man standing before him. "Hello," she spoke softly, "my name is Usagi. . ." Darien starred bewildered, how could a girl like her be hidden away in that gravy server. "You must be master Darien?"
"Ma-master. . .?" His eyes widened. 'One day. . .he'll grant you 3 wishes.' "Yo. . .you're a genie?"
"At your service!" She smiled.