The Genie's Curse

"I'll do anything." Speaking so sure there was no denial only certainty in his voice. Keme released her from his grasp, her crazy beating heart taking a break.

She would stare at his eyes, for eyes are the gates to the soul and lies but nothing was found, "Why would you do this? After so long, why bother?"

"Because I'm really sorry, and I want my friend back." Staring back into her eyes it was clear that no ill intention was meant. He tugged gently at her arm leading her back in the house, Allon following close behind keeping and close eye.

Tsuru's mind drifted analyzing just what he said, for the time when they where friend was a time she could no longer comprehend, so long lost in the memories it seemed unrecognizable. But he did offer to do anything, and that was something she could not let pass, all the things she could fix, for once having things go her way.

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Reaching the house she was sat back on a chair, Keme's hand gracing her forehead, "I'll bring a kit to get that checked."

Alone with Allon in the room as he left the silence unbearable between them, "Why so quiet now? Regretting slamming my head?" Tsuru speaking coldly at him, from the far side of the room.

"That's not the only thing I regret." Leaning into the wall he averted his gaze, "I wasn't gonna kill you, not when... when your her." With an aching heart in mourning he stepped out of her line of sight.

Not long after Keme came back with the kit in hand, examining the injury and grabbing so cotton cloths, "This will burn a little." With that said he poured alcohol on the wound.

Hissing while clutching the chair she was in at the unwanted feeling she stayed as still as she could, "How bad is it?"

"Not too bad, a few stitches and you'll be fine." Finishing up with the alcohol he rummaged through the kit, "I do suppose you already know what you want, right?" Looking at her from the corner of his eye, the question clear and straight.

"No." As clear and straight as the question was the answer, "You can't fulfill wh-"

Stopping her mid sentence with a smirk Keme spoke, "Believe me Tsuru, nothing is off limits, whatever you ask will be done, no matter the cost." His searched stopped and he kneeled before her, "I did say anything." Her words frozen unable to be pronounced, this all being clear he got back up stepping back, "Take your time, I'll back in a bit."

Walking out the same way Allon had he was stopped, "I thought you where going to kill her." Allon's declarations catching him off guard.

The worst outcomes crossing Allon's mind, "What did you do to her?"

"Nothing at all, didn't even lay a finger on her, heck I didn't even spare a glance." His fingers dancing on one of the lamps picking it up, "She simply won't be questioning where either of you are." Opening his mouth to question Keme shushed him, "I'll be letting you go as soon as things are cleared out with Tsuru, till then you'll be tagging along."

Allon sighed defeated, "She's probably already made up her mind." With those words said Keme walked out the room leaving him without another word.

She still sat in the same place he had left her quiet in her own thoughts until his heavy steps cut her from her daze, "I'm just gonna stitch you up, you don't need to answer if you haven't." Reaching ito the kit revealing a piece of thread, he gently started to stitch up the wound.

"I have made up my mind..."

Her memories no longer foggy she recalled the time of their encounter

The crowd surrounded Bilal, the wish having been made all could stare at his figure but none as Tsuru drew their sight like a magnet, eyes fixated on her as she loomed over them, yet unaware as her gaze traveled deep searching for the ones she held dear.

Whatever the man spoke went through deaf ears when she saw her brother far in the distance, she did not know if he had recognized her in the red smoke but it mattered not when slowly he disappeared in the crowd, "Tsuru!" She looked down at Bilal who was clearly bitter at her, "Make them burn."

"No." Her words hesitant refusing what he asked.

Smirking at her poor ignorance, "You don't have a choice, I am your master, you do as I say. Now let me make it clear, " pointing at her and then at the people, "I wish you make them burn."

Eyes lingering on the poor innocent souls who had done nothing but trigger this man, her movements ever so slow, a snap of the fingers and his desires accomplished, screams drowning her thoughts unable to break her gaze from the innocent and the flames.

The man walking past her didn't spare a glance, ignoring the screams which he cause, so cold and uncaring, "Come one Tsuru, don't fall back."

Following behind her head held low staring at the floor, for even if it had only been a wish, a command she had to follow, there was blood one her hand, no longer the fragile hands of a kind girl, but murderous hand of a villain. Wishing to had been more careful with the rules she choose, regretting being unable to go back on her word.

"I am I king with no army, don't you think I should have one?" His words so like nothing ever happened, so care free, his smirk still plastered clear on his face.

"Wouldn't you prefer something more calming, maybe a vacation, a cool calm breeze to your liking?" Trying to prevent the bloodshed she didn't answer the question but provided him an alternate answer.

He chuckled contemplating the option, "Maybe another time. For now let's chat, tell me about you genie's, what you know that is."

Stopping in place his cold gaze on her like a prey, Tsuru's eyes still on the floor the screams having ceased like those in the flames, "There are many of us, all with our own rules, although none the same, we've been scattered through Arabia to complete the wish our masters desire."

Clearly interested in the information he put on a simpatic smile, Well if such a thing is true, the I wish for another lamp, one which lies a genie who can give me immortality."

The thought of a man like him living forever made her dread the future to come, for an eternity with a man like him will surely feel like prison, but wasn't she already in one? A curse on herself she could not lift, for only the blood of her master could set her free. The snap of her finger so lightly yet so dangerous. A lamp appearing form thin air onto Bilal's grasp. Revealing a genie who's smoke was a dark green resembling that of a forest, one in which one wrong move would be deadly.