Hello, guys! My name's Satsuki and I still consider myself a newbie writer so please excuse the mistakes (English isn't my native language). I wrote this down just because... it came to my mind, it bugged me for two weeks and let's face it. We all love seeing our favourite character (Jafar) suffering and being taken care of, no? XD Sorry, I'm a sadist.
Just a warning - Most of this is made up, I haven't read the manga yet but intend to. So sorry if there are any inaccuracies!
Either way, if you can, tell me your opinion and most importantly - ENJOY! :)
Jafar's P.O.V.
The letters started blurring.
The fact that the light from candles was way too faint didn't make it any better and no matter how much I tried to focus, the words still looked like ink stains on paper sheets.
How annoying.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath in. This is nothing. I chanted, again and again, hoping that somewhere along the lines, it would become truth. I'm okay.
And of course, as if trying to prove otherwise, the headache kicked in. You know what kind of headache was the worst? The one that hurts only one side of your head. There most probably isn't any type I haven't had yet so I know quite well. Not even migraines, the dull or the sharp ones could cause this much of discomfort and agony. This one would rip half of your head apart and let the second one be so that you would know just how horrible it actually is.
Was I even making sense? I think I was getting delirious.
Well, I could ask for some painkillers, but then the servants would be suspicious and mention it in front of my friends which would result in an interrogation and unwanted attention. Which definitely was not my plan.
Speaking of plans, I intended to get done with the work by today morning but it seems I was getting behind the schedule. Sure, the amount I have finished was quite remarkable but my pace was too slow. Could be the fatigue.
Maybe if I just took a small nap, blacked out for once-
Damn, I was losing concentration again. This was no good - complaining, giving in to the pain. I couldn't carry out my work like this. The papers were still waiting to get done, reports to be written, evaluation, proposals, letters. What time was it even? I had to wake Sin up for the conference at seven a.m. to discuss the trading with our alliance countries and then there was a request for Yamuraiha to help with medicine for hospitals which someone would have to then ship into overseas. That someone would probably be Hinahoho and Drakon, considering the fact that they were one of the few who hardly made commotion.
That's right, talking about commotion, I recieved a complaint about one of our generals either getting into or causing a fight at a pub over women. I wonder who it could be... right, Sharrkan? Ah, in no way did I approve of this behaviour but if he knew that he was prone to these kinds of incidents, why didn't he ask Sinbad for an advice? Like seriously, why not learn from the master of manipulation and flirting, instead of getting his ass into trouble which I would have to take care of later?!
How could I even think of taking a break with all this?
Screw the headache, it wouldn't kill me anyway.
I glanced at the clock - five a.m. I still had one and half an hour to finish all these things before having to literally drag the king out of his bed.
Damn Sinbad, if only he did his stuff instead of lounging around all day! "It's so peaceful lately," he said yesterday, smiling so brightly while I did my best to walk straight. Well yeah, of course it seemed peaceful - since someone has been holding everything together all the time.
But I wasn't mad. More like glad. Seeing Sinbad so light-hearted, genuinely laughing gave me the reason to continue. He gave me a place to belong, he returned my worth to me. After all, I was just a murderer, an assassin. All I could do was kill. I wasn't even as strong as the rest of the generals to become his pillar. My general title? What a joke. Masrur was much more better in combat with that insane speed and strenght of his. Sharrkan excells in swordsmanship. Yamuraiha the genius magician. Pisti had an ability to talk to animals which became a wonderful way of gathering information, not to mention manipulate them. Drakon, Spartos, Hinahoho, all of them were special. All of them had the power to help Sin in battle, to create life. All of them deserved the best. They had a special blood. Knight, genious magician, incredibly strong race, royality. Me? A lowly assassin, orphan, good-for-nothing. So what if I could control the threads and darts? Have I ever been able to defeat an enemy with them?
Even at that time against Fog Troupe, I got captured in one minute.
Weak. Pathetic. Useless.
So if I didn't do the paperwork, if I hadn't been the perfect second-in-comand, what good would I be for? I'd become a drawback, something disposable. They could throw me away so easily.
Maybe that was the reason Sin put me into the position of Parliamentary Official. Because that's the only thing I would be able to do.
Therefore... if sacrificing sleep and neglecting meals to keep up with the work meant staying by his side, so be it.
Morning came faster than I expected. 6:34 and there were still many issues for me to deal with, waiting on my desk, but at least the amount reduced from "astronomical" to "immense". I could return to it later, for now, the priority was getting my king's butt to the conference.
Standing up, I stumbled because of my legs going numb and the sharp pain attacking my brain. A good minute, I just stood there with squeezed eyes and trying to get the blood back to my limbs.
"Get a grip of yourself," silently, I scolded myself and left the room.
Sin's bedroom wasn't very far from mine, unfortunately I rarely stayed in it and instead spent 95% of time in my office which by the way was on the other side of the palace, so it took me ten minutes to walk there.
"Sin!" I said while knocking. There was no answer so I entered.
As expected, the man was still lying in his sheets, snoring and looking as though he was having a nice dream. I felt a bit guilty interupting it but had no other choice but to do so.
Putting my hand on his bare shoulder, I shook him: "Wake up, my king,"
He might have been four years older but he acted like a child, clinging to the blankets and not willing to open his eyes.
"Just five-"
"No, the conferece starts in thirteen minutes and fourty one seconds and you have yet to remember your own name," my voice was adamant, not giving him the opportunity to even plead.
He cracked one of the golden orbs open, slowly returning from dreamland.
"Good morning," I sent him a smile. "Now please hurry and dress up. You can't let the generals wait, they are going to kill themselves. Again."
And with that, the king finally sat up, yawning and then sending me a warm look: "Thanks for always waking me up,"
And I just clasped the hands together, slightly bowing. Which wasn't the best idea because my vision doubled in pain. Of course I maintained the calm look but I was a bit worried that my friend would find out.
"Hey, Jafar," he suddenly called me and I titled my head, waiting for him to say what he needed.
"Yes?"
"You look pale,"
Was that could sweat on my spine?
"I am always pale, my king. You know I don't like sun." Sighing, I answered as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
The purple headed man stayed silent and for a while, and I got scared he would look through that excuse.
"You've got a point," he laughed it off, done with clothing at last. Thanks god he was such a blockhead.
We had about seven minutes before the start we more or less ended up jogging. While I was the one who suggested that in order to arrive at time, it was also me who had most trouble with keeping up. For some reason my body felt heavy and something as natural as breathing got harder. And although Sinbad didn't look like he suspected anything, I knew that I had to be careful.
You see, it woudn't do to cause him trouble, would it?
We opened the huge doors into our conference hall to get greeted by the sight of six of them sitting by the round table. Drakon was not present as he was out on a diplomatic trip, returning in about two hours.
Ah but at least they were responsible enough to come, unlike some king here.
"Woah! King Sinbad's on time!" Sharrkan suddenly announced, his face half amused, half surprised.
Pisti waved cheerfully: "Sinbad, you should thank Jafar for taking care of you up all the time!"
The man next to me chuckled, finding his way to his seat. I followed him but did not sit, already taking out a scroll. Everyone stared at me and, expecting an itroduction.
As per usual, I started off with the less important tasks such as trading or the budget. We discussed that for about half an hour, then I switched to more significant changes or problems. Such as the tense situation between the countries Kou and Ream. Next up was the management of Sindria's economy. While it is doing very well, we need to find sources of things we can't afford to grow or produce. The question was where from.
This was one of the few times when Sinbad got serious about work - maybe because it didn't involve paperwork.
He and the others tried to come to a logical solution, talking loudly, arguing, but I remained silent and merged with the surroundings. My head was hurting again. This time so bad I just couldn't help but close them, fighting the urge to rub my temples. The only thing I wanted to do right now was bang it over a wall or something, beat the conscioussness out of me and escape from the pounding. As if it weren't bad enough, it took quite a effort to stay upright.
"-Jafar?" Suddenly, Hinahoho's voice resonated through the whole room. I have been ignoring all of the sound but trained myself to be able to pick up when someone mentions my name. In order not to get caught, of course.
"Give me a moment, I'm trying to think." I answered, no idea what has just been said. But in the few years living like this, I learned some the universal phrases. This was one of them. No matter what has been asked or mentioned, I could use it. What do you think about this? What are you doing? Are you listening? Is something the matter? - Give me a moment, I'm trying to think. It answered all of them without giving away my spacing out.
Giving them a smile, I did my best to focus. It seems they have already came to a conclusion, judging from the again carefree faces. Hinahoho repeated his question again and I settled down with their decision. Sin then yawned, starting series of complaints about how much time this conference took. Now that he mentioned, it has already been an hour.
Yamuraiha stood up, ready to leave: "Well then, if we are done, I need to finish something in the laboratory. You see, it's the new, very complex-"
"No one cares," Sharrkan interupted her, earning himself a smack. Before the woman could go though, I stopped her: "Yamuraiha, there's a request for you to help prepare a medicine. Can you go to the hospital and find out more about that? When you are done, write a report and give it to me."
And she sighed, probably because of not being able to do what she wanted and partly because of the word "report".
Which reminds me, I have to write one about the taxes.
All of us them away as though that place was a torture chamber. I don't get it, why are they all so against work? Wasn't it a good feeling to have everything in order and done by your own hand, making sure everything will be just perfect?
Sin and me were the last ones to leave. As always, I walked slightly behind, by his side, holding the scrolls from conference.
"Ah, such a pain~ What time is it even?" My king asked, stretching his arms.
"Something past eight," I replied, suddenly noticing the strange way the corridors started warping. Blinking a few times to get my vision right again, I carried on the conversation: "We finished quite early today,"
The purple haired man turned around and grinned: "Thanks to me, isn't it?"
Since I had completly no recollection of either what has been said or by whom, it was hard to tell. And yet the answer was easy, as always in a joking manner: "I'm not that sure about that."
And Sin pouted, jerking his head forward, arms crossed and speeding up as though he was a sulking child. He would do that every time he wanted to get my attention or when he wanted to be properly praised for a good job done.
So I quickened to catch up to him and as per usual give him a consolation and an acknowledgement. However, a sudden wave of dizziness hit me and the whole room immediately swirled, black dots invading my sight. My legs were still trying to balance but soon gave up.
I don't remember what happened then.