Yes Master Ch. 2

Yes Master Ch. 2

2. Disaster’s Guise

Yam yawned and rolled over, scrunching his eyes before lifting the lids. Staring at the ceiling, he lay there a minute poking at his brain. The male stretched with a loud groan and flopped over, only to meet face to face with large, wide, emerald eyes.
“Oh. You’re still here.” snarled the male. Chai smiled.
“Good morning! Tell me your first wish.”
“The hell – I just woke up,” Yam sat up and yawned. “Don’t bother me.” He stared a minute, his mind waking up, “I gotta go find another gift for my mom. I can’t exactly give her a genie.” He muttered.
Chai frowned and folded her arms about her chest. She watched him with interest embedded in her features. “You know,” she said briskly, “some guys would kill to have a genie grant their every wish.” Yam snickered.
“Yeah, well, go bother them.”

It was late morning as the male walked down the street. During this stroll, he was bombarded with whines and groans. The busy bodies around him were quick to look in shops and scratch their heads. Mother’s day was just around the corner, and numerous men were running about for the same reason Yam was. Except, Yam’s case was different. He had a genie following him.
“Oh please Yam, please? Let me grant a wish!”
“No. I told myself I’d do it on my own, and I’m gonna do it on my own!”
Chai had stalked him like some lost puppy despite Yam’s attempts to keep her at home. According to her, only he could see her. This made it even more annoying as it looked he was arguing with himself. Chai’s cloud floated along close behind him and Yam could feel her breath on his neck.
“But, sweet potato, I can get your mother a gift she absolutely loves, if you just say the word.”
“No.” was the seething response.
“But— as stated in your contract, you owe me one wish on the first day. It’s mandatory.”
“Look, let me look around at least! Damn. And I didn’t sign anything.” Yam gritted his teeth as he said this, noticing all the questionable glances he was getting.
Chai smiled and shook her head. “Oh dear, you didn’t know? You unlocked the bottle. That key is the contract. All that I handed you yesterday was the rules and ‘how-to’s’ so to speak. Yam sighed.
“Fine,” he began, whispering with heated glares, “If I don’t find a gift by the end of the day, I’ll make a wish alright?” Chai stuck out her tongue.
“Great doing business with you.”
Everywhere he went that day, Chai followed. Every gift he even remotely took an interest in, she had something to say, and it wasn’t good.
“Oh, I don’t think your mother would like that Yam.” She had said for the ninth time.
“You don’t even know my mom!”
“Well, I am a woman. And I know what women want.” Yam glared, his eyes boiling in deep disgust.
“Okay, what does she want?”
Chai grinned. “Does this mean you’re granting a wish?” Yam ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes, scanning the busy city block before shaking his head.
“Wait until we get home.”

If there was a God, Yam was cursing the superior force. His mother was a particularly picky woman to shop for, and him being the only man in the house, it was hard for him to judge what she wanted. He knew she was allergic to flowers, she didn’t like sweets, and there was no way in hell he was buying lingerie for his mom. That was just wrong. He didn’t have money to get jewelry, and so, Yam plopped down on a bench, outside a local bakery with deep annoyance in his countenance. He savagely bit into a maple bar as he felt Chai’s irritating and wondrous gaze on him. It seemed he had no choice. He had to make a wish.

Later that night, as if under extreme pressure, Yam breathed deeply as he sat on his bed, looking at Chai with an on slot of alert. It wasn’t like he was told to save anyone’s life, but the loud ‘thump, thump’ in his chest sure made it feel like he was. For the past hour, he had contemplated his wish, and carefully considering as to not waste it, he thought he finally had a winner. Chai just sat on her cloud and played with the lock around her neck. The small buzz of the bug zapper outside his window was the only thing to break the silence in the small room.
“Okay. I’m gonna make a wish,” said the male suddenly. There was the sound of ‘zap’ from the bug killer.
“FINALLY, what is it?” Chai jumped up abruptly, her face sparkling with bliss. Yam’s mouth twisted into an uncomfortable scowl at his next words.
“I…wish…” he started as Chai leaned forward in expectancy, “I wish…”
“Out with it sweetie,” interrupted the genie with her index finger in the air.
“Hold on!” He paused, “I…wish…for-a-gift-that-my-mom-will-love!” He spoke the last part of the sentence hastily, obviously not used to being told to just ‘wish’ for anything.
“Oh! I see!” Chai laughed happily, “coming right up!” The girl stood up on her cloud and snapped her fingers. A small sonic wave emitted visibly from the friction, and Chai smirked. “It’s done.”
Yam looked around suspiciously. “That’s it?” he questioned.
“Yep, that’s it hunny-bunch.” Yam pretended to gag at her nickname.
“So…now what,”
Chai snickered excitedly. “Yam, Yam get down here!” shouted his mother as if on cue. The male gave the female a leer that could kill any normal person.
“What the hell did you do?” Putting up his hand and motioning it to ‘stay’, Yam, full of grumbles, went down to face his doom.

Surprisingly, it was a good doom, a very good doom. Even though his mother detested chocolate with every being of her fiber, she must have decided to try his gift out of love, because when the young man’s blue pools rested on the older face, she was gobbling up the sweetness with utter content in her expression. Sitting on the couch, she just began to eat the large pile of stacked candy on the coffee table. Already there was a small pile of red-colored paper on the cushion next to her.
“This…is…so – goooood.” She said with complete passion in her tone. The woman, with her dark auburn hair pulled back into a tail, slight wrinkles under her twinkling hazel orbs, and a flushed countenance on her face, was for the first time in a long while joyful. It made Yam’s soul do a happy dance. His mother just kept eating the chocolate, strangely piled up by the bar, her fingers full of smudges. Yam noticed that next to the many, many bars of wrapped chocolate was a card. Making his way to the table, he slowly bent down and seized the heavily decorated paper. In fancy writing, it said

~To a loving mother, may your soul stay as sweet and loveable as this chocolate~
~with all my love and heart~

Your son,
Yam

To be honest…it couldn’t have been anything farther from what he would have said on a homemade card. It was so unlike him, but judging from his mother’s loving and warm-hearted expression, he guessed she didn’t care or notice. Smiling with abrupt triumph, Yam beamed.
“You’re welcome mom.”

So, that night, Yam went to bed with a smile on his face. He took a peek at Chai, who lay quietly on her cloud sleeping with soft coos. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to have a genie. The man went to bed with the sound of insects screaming in their agony.
But it wasn’t all good. The next morning, Mother’s day was anything but good.
The brown-tress male sauntered his way into the kitchen with a nice grin on his face. This however, was slapped clear off so quickly, Yam didn’t even see as it smacked the wall next to him.
“Mom,” Yam started with wide eyes, his lips moving sluggishly as his thought comprehended what he was seeing. “Why’re…you…still eating the chocolate?” Clear terror was now on the son’s face.

If you were to see Yam’s mother, who the night earlier had been very slender and pretty, you’d understand what he was panicking about. She was transformed. And not the good transformed. Not the transformed you see in anime or the transform you see in silly manga books from Japan. No. This ‘transform’ was the opposite. Yam’s mother, who, at age thirty-eight looked in her early thirties, was now looking like some deformed and smashed marshmallow. Her cheeks were puffy and engorged, stained with chocolate blemishes and her body was large and utterly unlike the mother Yam had come to see every day of his life.
He guessed she hadn’t stopped eating the chocolate. Yam assumed she had stayed up all night eating the dreaded curse of deliciousness. This was his guess because as his eyes reluctantly moved from his mother’s obese form, he saw as her monster of a hand reached for another piece of chocolate. The pile that was present yesterday didn’t seem to have diminished, and Yam with confusion set on his features looked to the other side of his blob, to see the large, stacked, falling-to-the-floor, ocean of candy wrappers. They had started to conquer the living room floor and were making their way to the kitchen with a triumph war song.
Now, if Yam’s mother had been a jelly monster before all this occurring, he wouldn’t be in the least bit surprised. But now, over night, his mother was anything but the look of a normal, slightly-big-boned woman. His mother, with her heavy, ragged breathing and melted chocolate face, was just a mess of flesh that could move. Her pale skin was stretched beyond recognition, and her eyes were stuck into her skull and being devoured by tissue.
So, as Yam stormed back to his room, he flung open the door with a red face and enraged eyes, murdering the genie with his destructive gaze. An ear-shattering ‘BAM’ echoed as the door slammed into the wall, luckily stopped in its mission to destroy the wall by a door stopper.
“What did you, do…to my…mom,” he inquired with cut, short, dark words. “What did you do, Chai?”
Chai, who sat on her cloud didn’t seem at all concerned at her master’s reaction, and proceeded to stare at her fingernails, fluff her cloud, and run a hand through her hair. She turned to him after a few seconds and smiled innocently.
“What do you mean French Fry?”
“Cut the shit. What in the hell did you do to my mom!” With each syllable uttered, Yam’s words were getting louder. “YOU FIX HER RIGHT NOW.” Chai let out a small chortle.
“That’s…not so simple.”
“I thought genies were good!” Yam took a step forward, mustering all of his willpower to control the monster banging against his throat and ribcage.
“Well, you thought wrong hunny.” Chai lightly hopped from her cloud and stood on the firm ground of the room’s floor. She took brisk steps towards him with her hands behind her back. As she stood in front of him, her eyes looked up into his flared, angered ones and she winked. She was much smaller in stature than Yam thought, and as he looked down on her, he remembered his manners for the most part and took a breath.
“Okay, okay,” he said with long breathes, his hands motioning as he tried to calm his raging heart. “So, it’s not simple. But it can be done?” He asked. Chai stuck out her tongue.
“Of course, what kind of genie would I be if it couldn’t?”
“You’re a real crappy genie Chai,” snapped the male, rubbing his eyes and hastily running fingers through his ‘bed-head’ hair.

“Well,” Chai averted her gaze with a loud exhale. “I can fix your mother, but there are some complications...”