I have so many story ideas that I've been battling with myself as to which one I want to post first and this one won. So I hope that you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I owned Bleach, Byakuya wouldn't be alone after Hisana died.


Genie in a Bottle

By: Lyrics of Love

Prologue - The Genie's Bottle


Byakuya walked through the streets of the Egyptian market, taking notice of everything that the vendors had to sell. He was looking for something to bring back to his little sister, Rukia from his trip.

"Sir, can I interest you in this beautiful necklace," one of the vendors called out gaining Byakuya's attention.

He walked over, studying the necklace the woman held in her hands. It was a beautiful piece made to look sort of like cat claws linked together encrusted in tiny diamonds. He nodded before looking up, "How much for it?"

"Only one hundred and fifty dollars for you, and I'll throw in this beautiful lamp," the woman said as she held up a golden lamp with diamonds lining the base and top. "These two pieces go hand in hand. The young woman that owned them before was a Princess in these lands hundreds of years ago. It's said that the lamp holds magical powers and will grant up to five wishes of the person that has it in their possession."

Byakuya irked an eyebrow at her story but decided to play along with it, "Very well."

He reached for the money, handing it to the woman before she carefully packed the necklace and lamp into a box for him then handed it over.

"May all your wishes come true," she called out to him as he turned to leave.

Byakuya nodded, deciding that the woman was crazy and that whole story about the lamp was a complete lie. But he didn't have time to reprimand her for such a tall tale. He had to get back to his hotel to pack his things then head for the airport. He was due to return home soon where his adopted little sister waited for him.

"Nii-sama," nineteen year old Rukia chimed as she threw her arms around her brother's neck as soon as he walked through the door of the house, "How was your trip?"

Byakuya patted her arms gently indicating that he wanted to be let go of – which she did – before he sat his bags down. "It was insightful. I'll tell you more about it later on tonight. But first I need to rest. That plane ride was very long and draining."

"Hai," Rukia said nodding as she looked up at him, "But first, did you bring me something back like you always do?"

Byakuya laughed, "You just can't wait for your gift, can you? Very well," he reached into the bag that held the box he had put the necklace in and handed it to her, "It belonged to a Princess is what the vendor told me. I thought that you might like it."

"It's beautiful," Rukia breathed as she held the box with the piece of jewelry in it in her hands, "Arigatou, Nii-sama!"

She threw her arms around his waist, knocking the wind out of him as he stumbled backward slightly.

"You're welcome Rukia," Byakuya wheezed out as he tried to regain his breath.

Rukia noticing her brother's lack of air released him before taking the necklace and latching it around her neck, "It looks nice don't you think, Nii-sama?"

"Hai," Byakuya nodded before picking up his bags again. "I'll be upstairs."

"Hai, have a nice nap Nii-sama," Rukia chimed as she skipped away, leaving her brother standing in the foyer.

Byakuya shook his head, laughing lightly before making his way upstairs to his bedroom. He walked in, closing the door behind him before placing his bags down. He opened the one that held the lamp and took out the box, pulling the lamp out next. He turned it around in his hands until he noticed a smug on the side of it.

Picking up a cloth that was sitting on the nightstand next to his bed, he rubbed it before reading what was inscribed on the side.

"All your purest wishes will come true," he read aloud, "Once you wake me, I will be of service to you? Rubbish."

He placed the lamp down on the nightstand before going to change into his pyjamas. He lay down, pulling the sheets up to his chin before reaching over and turning off the light. He closed his eyes, falling into a light slumber unaware of the smoke that drifted from the lamp's opening before forming into a woman's silhouette.