As usual, this was inspired by something I submitted to Sinjafanclub on tumblr.

Sinja fanclub belongs to Thisisthee-n-d and Soofireanon,

Magi belongs to Ohakta,

Story belongs to me.

The night was warm, a peaceful feeling in the air under the bright stars. The King and his lover had just finished with a round of rough lovemaking, Ja'far's small frame exhausted from it. Dammit! Why had Sin fucked him even after he had cum twice? He knew that it hurt immensely form over sensitivity, his hips throbbing from pain. There was no way he was going to be walking tomorrow morning. At least, without some pain. That was proven by, when he got out of the bed after Sin had fallen asleep to go back to his own room, the shooting pain up his spine from his hips, and he bit his lip slightly, thinking of how troublesome this would be tomorrow. He shakily gathered his robes together, putting on the bare minimum before going to his own room. You may be asking yourself, "Why didn't he stay in Sinbad's room?", well, that's because Ja'far knew that if he did, then he'd let himself succumb to another round of lovemaking with Sinbad in the morning and the work would never get done. And the pattern would repeat, again and again. He was glad, though, that his room was right next to Sinbad's, so he wouldn't have to go far to get back to his room. He glanced back at Sinbad, smiling as he saw his king's peaceful sleeping expression, messy violet hair falling in front of his face. He left his keffiyeh in Sinbad's room, as he would have to wake him up tomorrow. As he entered his room, he remembered a sleeping medicine Yamraiha had made for him, to help with his insomnia. Really, sometimes that woman was too nice. The medicine was sitting on his nightstand along with a pitcher of water and a glass, and Ja'far smiled slightly at the sight. He sat down on the edge of his bed, wincing at the pain shooting up his spine again. He took a second to breathe in the crisp night air, sighing at how comfortable it made him feel. So tired… But he knew he wouldn't fall asleep unless he took the medicine. So, with that in mind, he poured a small glass of water and picked up the packet of medicine from the witch, pouring that into the glass and letting it dissolve before drinking it, the effects rapid. He lay down in his bed, sighing at how tired he felt. Years ago, he would've never allowed himself to fall asleep when there was any possibility of danger, but he had gotten used to that with Sinbad over the years. He curled up slightly, feeling himself drift into unconsciousness, unaware of the change that would take place once he did.

A dark figure waited outside the palace, the fluttering of pitch black rukh the only indicator of his presence due to a spell to cloak his presence. He watched the movement of Ja'far, smirking when he noticed that the former assassin had not noticed his being there. His senses had dulled with the actions he and his king had performed, and that suited Judar just fine. So, once Ja'far was soundly asleep, he floated down onto the balcony of the General's room, approaching the bed as silent as he could be, twirling his wand in one hand and muttering a spell to make sure he was asleep, before sitting on the bed and thinking for a bit.

"I wonder why Lord Moron likes you so much… I'll admit, I may be part of that fanclub of yours, but that's only because Hakuryuu and Kougyoku like it. I want to be a part of it, but I only help with their little underground smuggling ring across countries. But they really have a deep love for you two being together. I don't get it. I mean HONESTLY, you're not even that attractive. You look like a girl. Maybe your freckles? Nah, Koumei has those, too. Sure they're cute and all but that's about it. You aren't even nice to him. I don't see what the hell Sinbad sees in you. Maybe your face?" He mumbled aloud, jealousy coursing through his veins as he reached a hand up and cupped Ja'far's face in a fashion reminiscent of a lover, the soft breaths the only noise in the room. "Maybe he likes kissing you?" The red-eyed magi said, leaning down and kissing the sleeping figure. There wasn't anything special, though Ja'far's lips were softer than any girl's he'd kissed. "You're scarred, everyone knows that. So it's not your body, not your personality, nothing. There's no reason for him to like you. Yet everyone, everyone, thinks you'd be good together. There's even this crazy person that no one seems to know of, watching our group activities, and they obviously like you two. Well, I've got a new spell that might make Hakuryuu happy, with his obsession with Sinbad taking care of you. Sweet dreams, Freckles." Said the blackette, placing the tip of his wand on Ja'far's forehead, black rukh already swarming around the magic wand and around Ja'far's head.

"La Alshshrr!" The words came out filled with malice and laced with glee, the spell causing a dark flash to go through the room as the rukh seeped themselves into Ja'far's brain, acting on the orders they were given. A small chuckle slipped by the fallen Magi's lips, watching Ja'far's eyes snap open, bright green shifting to silted onyx, then it turned into an eerie pale gray, and Ja'far's eyes closed again. The spell had started working, and Judar's job was complete. So, with that done, he walked over to the balcony, before an idea struck him. If this spell could do one of three things, why not have it do all three?

He turned back to the figure in the bed, twitching in the magic induced sleep, and he smirked.

This could—

No.

WOULD.

This would be fun.

With the rising of the sun came the rising of the people. Ja'far's body, due to habit of years of waking up with the sun, awoke as well. His head pounded with a headache, which he assumed was from Yamraiha's medicine. That was known to happen occasionally. But what really bothered him was that… Everything was dark. He couldn't see anything. Maybe his eyes were still closed? Well, it felt like they were open, but everything was dark like his eyes were closed. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He could see some light pouring in from the window with the sunrise, but there wasn't a single shape. That area was just lighter on the gray scale than everything else. What…? He'd heard of something like this from a magician before, but they were…

Blind.

That was it. He was blind. But… What? How? Had Yamraiha's medicine made him blind? No, because Yamraiha said that she herself had used the medicine before. A thought struck him as he sat up in the bed, his senses heightened; his knifes which he didn't take off falling down and scraping his hand, a small thing really. He couldn't see where his knives were. He couldn't see any enemy.

"If you can't see your enemy; you're better off dead. You have no use in living." The old assassin's words rang through his head, his mentor staring at him in his mind's eye. Funny. His memories were all in color, but he couldn't see at all. On the third time they rang through his head, the words set in. He was useless. Absolutely useless. He couldn't see, he couldn't see the documents he'd need to work on, and he couldn't see enough to fight even a butterfly. Tears brimmed at his eyes, falling without problem down his face as he got up, his knees crumbling beneath him and causing him to fall to the floor harshly, bruising his knees and his palms. His breathing was labored with panic, thoughts running through his head about how damn useless he was now. Not only to this country he loved, but to the person he loved. He slowly, carefully got up, his back aching and his hips killing him along with his head, and all he wanted was just to go back to bed, but he knew he couldn't. He had to inform Sin of what was going on. He walked forward ignoring his pain until he walked into the wall, and walked along the side of it, knocking into some objects and tripping over others, but he got up every time, until he got to the door, opening it and staying alongside the wall and silently thanking Solomon for the privacy of the Purple Leo tower and Sinbad's insistence of Ja'far's room being next to his.

Walking along the wall, he noticed a few more things, the tears still streaming down his cheeks. He had only cried a handful of times in his life, and he was proud of that, but he had never seemed more aware of it than he was now. He could smell the slight saltiness in the air more than usual, and that's coming from someone who has a sensitive sense of smell. His ears picked up more, to the point he could hear Sin's light snoring from the room inside. Maybe this wasn't completely horrible, if his other senses were heightened. He felt the door for the knob, his heart racing. The words still played in his head, Better off dead… No use in living…His tears just wouldn't stop, and he couldn't make them. He opened the door, hearing Sinbad stir at the door opening.

"S-Sin…" Ja'far said, his voice breaking with his panic. He needed to talk to Sin. Said person stirred again, opening those golden eyes Ja'far loved so much, not that he could see them, and panic rushed into Sinbad's mind at the sight of Ja'far.

Messed up hair, tears streaming down his face and slightly bruised hands, messy and out of place robes. But the worst thing was the dull, white eyes that were darting around the room with the greenish tint. What was wrong with him?! Sinbad sat up and quickly got out of the bed, going over to Ja'far. "Ja'far! Ja'far what's wrong?!" He asked, panic and worry lacing his words as he looked over Ja'far's figure again and again as he put his hands on his shoulders, feeling Ja'far relax slightly at the touch.

"Sin… Sin I'm sorry… I-I…"

"What? What is it Ja'far? Are you okay?!" He asked, volume rising slightly with his fear over his lover.

"I.. I can't… Sin… Sin I can't see…" Ja'far said, the tears coming even harder than before.

Confusion ran through Sinbad's mind. What did he say? He couldn't see? What happened to Ja'far…? "J-Ja'far… What did you say?"

"I can't see… It's all black… Sin… S-Something's wrong with me…!" As he said those words, a flood of memories rushed into his mind's eye, full of darkness and horrible, horrible scenes that no one should witness for the sake of their sanity.

Sinbad could tell that Ja'far had gone into a state he only allowed himself to go into when he was alone or with him, and he held him tightly. "Shhh… Ja'far… Calm down, it's okay. You're safe. You're here, in Sindria…" He held his head against his chest, knowing one of the few things that calmed Ja'far down was listening to Sin's heartbeat. He didn't know why, but he knew it always made Ja'far tired for some reason or another, and it was only one of the many tricks Sinbad had learned to calm Ja'far.

When he was pressed up against Sin's chest, something in his mind registering that this was Sin he was with and that he was safe. He slowly calmed down, noticing the sound was louder than normal. Well, Sin was naked and Ja'far's senses were heightened.

"S.. Sin… I'm sorry. I'm useless… I can't do any of the work… I can't do anything if I can't see." He said, calming down and trying to fight a yawn. With his panic and the adrenaline from it, he forgot about how much he ached from last night.

"Don't talk like that Ja'far! It doesn't matter if you can see or not; Ja'far, don't act like your only use is for work. I love you, don't forget that." As he said this, he took a small step back to look over Ja'far once more. "Now… You look tired, why don't we go back to bed, and when we wake up we can talk to Yamraiha about this, alright?" Normally, they would've gone straight to Yamraiha, but they both knew that she was exhausted from the previous day since she had wasted a lot of her magoi trying out a new spell that had used up way too much magoi for its output. She had been working on a truth spell that would force anyone it was cast upon to speak anything that came to their mind. The problem was, while it worked as tested on by Pisti, it used up a lot of magoi and the caster had to keep supplying magoi until they removed the spell. So, they would leave her be for now until she had recovered more.

"But Sin—"

"If you refuse, it will no longer be a request, it will be an order." And with that, Ja'far knew he had no choice in the matter, not that he minded, really. This was one of the rare opportunities when Sinbad was just going to lie down and cuddle with Ja'far to get him to rest, and nothing sexual would happen. No, he was too shaken up for anything like that. So, Ja'far nodded, and allowed himself to be led over to the bed. He trusted Sin, so he wasn't too shocked when he felt himself being kept close as they walked over to the big bed, not like he could see it. Sinbad sat down on the bed, and pulled Ja'far down as well, careful not to hurt him. "Now, Ja'far, before we rest, I want to know… Other than your sight, are you alright?" As he asked this, he looked down at the slight bruises on Ja'far's hands, noticing the small cut on Ja'far's hand and he glanced at the knifes Ja'far always wears.

"I'm fine Sin." He lied swiftly, as he always did. Though, from experience, he knew that if he didn't tell him, Sin would strip him down to make sure he was okay visually, and he'd poke him all over and judge based on his reactions where he hurt. It was something he'd been the victim of many times, and it wasn't always pleasant. Though it did lead to some rather pleasurable activities afterwards if Sinbad had decided Ja'far wasn't too badly hurt.

"You're lying, Ja'far. Tell me or you know what I'll do." As Sinbad said this, he sighed slightly. He didn't want to do it, but he was worried about Ja'far and just how much pain he could keep hidden. He knew that when it came down to it, Ja'far could keep broken bones to himself unless Sinbad did that, and he hoped that wasn't the case this time.

"It's nothing I can't handle, Sin… Just the normal pains after our coupling and a headache, I promise." Ja'far said, being honest.

"Okay. Now, I'm going to take your knives off, alright?" As he said this, he started undoing Ja'far's shirt. The more skin was exposed, the more and more Sinbad's worries were lifted. Once Ja'far's shirt was off and the top of his robes were as well, Sinbad carefully removed the household vessel from his advisor, unarming him. He listened to Ja'far's protests, his voice tired and stressed. "Calm down… I know you don't like being unarmed, but my vessels are right by the bed! You yourself said you can't even use them…" As he said this, Ja'far stilled, the acknowledgement of his uselessness hurting more than it originally did. "J-Ja'far… I didn't mean it like that. You aren't useless, I know that's what you're thinking."

"Sin, how am I not useless?" He asked, deadpan.

"Ja'far, you're the only person who can out-wit me in a verbal debate; you can come up with a strategy for any fight within a minute. You've never been useless. You're the only one who can keep me in line. You're my closest companion, my lover. So you aren't useless. Now, it's time for rest." As he said that, he finished taking the household vessel off and lay Ja'far down on the bed gently. "I'm going to close the curtains, so don't be freaked out when I get up, alright?" As he said this, he smiled slightly at how relaxed Ja'far looked in his room, knowing how safe he was with Sin. He got up and untied the strings on the bed curtains, letting them fall around the bed and cloaking them in darkness enough to sleep. He lay down next to Ja'far, turning him on his side and smiling at his relaxed form, eyes closed, hair falling in his face, covering some of his pretty freckles. He laid behind him, arranging them so they were in a spooning position, Sinbad's hands on Ja'far's waist.

"I love you, Ja'far. Sweet dreams." Sinbad said, kissing Ja'far's temple.

"Love you too, Sin. Sleep well." Ja'far replied sleepily, cuddling back against Sin as Sinbad pulled the covers up over them. As they laid there, relishing in the warmth of one another, Ja'far thought over how, maybe, if it got him more moments like this where they could just be a couple and not worry about anything else except each other, then maybe being blind until they figured out a cure wouldn't be so bad.

What they awoke to wasn't exactly what Sinbad had in mind. Sinbad had been awoken by Pisti running into his room, slightly out of breath and she cried out "King Sinbad! Do you have any idea—" She stopped at noticing the curtains were down, and she was confused. "King Sinbad…?" She asked, approaching the bed. "King Sinbad…?" She asked again, this time receiving a sleepy answer. "Yes Pisti…?" Sinbad grumbled slightly, not wanting to have to get up again. Apparently Ja'far hadn't been woken up by that, which was slightly odd of the ex-assassin. Though, Ja'far did seem extremely tired, and he seemed to be sleeping deeply. How long had he gone without sleeping before that…?

"Have you seen Ja'far?" Pisti asked, dragging Sinbad back to reality.

"Why?" He responded, curious.

"The offices are in an uproar. No one except Pipirika really knows what to do without Ja'far there."

"But what about when we went to Balbadd?"

"Apparently he gave his subordinates specific orders on how to handle the work without him there, but they need him right now! So, have you seen him?"

"Uhh… Yeah, I have…"

"That's great! Where is he?"

"He's here… He passed out from exhaustion and I didn't want to move him too far, so he's resting here." When that was said, Pisti's shipping senses went off like crazy. Ooooooooooohhhh this would be interesting to tell the rest of the club.

"The offices need him though, so maybe you could wake him up? Yamu also wants to see him to see if her medicine worked or not."

"Actually, about that… Pisti, could you call Yamraiha here?"

"Huh? Why?"

"Could you just call her here?"

"Alright, King Sinbad… I'll let the offices know to just listen to Pipirika!" And with that, Pisti left, fully intending to go tell the rest of the fanclub about this incident. But first, she needed to get Yamraiha.

Once Pisti left, Sinbad sighed and got up, gathering his clothes and getting dressed for the day. He knew Yamraiha would be here soon, and he would need to wake up Ja'far, but he also knew that he'd need to reassure Ja'far that it was just them two. Sigh. There would be a lot of work that would need to be done with Ja'far out of commission. He'd also need to make sure Ja'far was with him at all times, so he could watch over his advisor. Funny how it was normally the other way around.

After he got dressed, he tied up the curtains again, and he had just gotten his hairbrush in time for Yamraiha to knock on the door. "Come in!" He said, sitting down on the bed next to the sleeping Ja'far.

As the blue haired woman walked in, she looked sheepish. Why had His Majesty called her here? She wasn't in trouble, was she? Wait, why was Ja'far here? And in Sinbad's bed no less!

"You called for me, Your Majesty?" She asked, glancing at Ja'far, who was near where Sinbad was sitting.

"Yes I did, Yamraiha. Something has happened with Ja'far and I was hoping you could shed some light on the situation." As he said this, he looked down at Ja'far. When would he be able to see again? He didn't particularly care if he regained use of his household vessel. Sure it was useful, but it wasn't the only thing he was good for. He preferred not to have Ja'far, or women, fighting at all. Your probably thinking 'But Ja'far's a man!' right now, aren't you? Well, he doesn't like Ja'far fighting because of his fragile body that could be easily damaged. While he didn't like Ja'far sitting at a desk all day, it was still better than constantly sparring and possibly getting injured.

"Really? What's wrong with him?" Yamraiha asked, surprised. Ja'far looked fine from what she could see as she approached. What could possibly—

"He's become blind."

Well, that wasn't what she was expecting.

"What? He's become blind…?"

"Yes, and we're unsure of the cause, but it may be magical in origin." Ah, so that's why she was here.

"I'll scan him for any magical remnants, if you wish it."

"Yes, please do." And as he said that, he got up and let Yamraiha scan Ja'far, water surrounding his advisor's figure, and the water around his head suddenly turned into a black muck, and Yamraiha jumped back, the spell vanishing.

"Well, your right with one thing Your Majesty, this is a spell affecting him…"

"So, is there any way we can fix this?"

"I'm not sure… It seems that this spell is timed, and there's more to this…"

"What else is there…?"

"It seems this spell was cast with black rukh, and it's got such a complex set of commands that I can't reverse it without knowing all of the commands. And like I said before, this spell is timed.."

"Timed?"

"Well, it's possible to set a spell for a timed amount before activation. It's sort of like setting up a trap for a specific time using a timer, but with magic. The formula for that is actually quite simple, so pretty much anyone could do it, but I've seen this magoi before…" A dark look passed over her face, letting Sinbad know exactly who it was that did this to Ja'far.

"Judar…" they both said, looking at the sleeping figure.

"Is there anything you can do, Yamraiha?" Sinbad asked, knowing that with Judar's spells it could be very complicated and sometimes irreversible.

"If I continue to scan him, particularly his head, I may be able to figure out the commands and do something, but with such complex commands it's possible that only Judar could undo this. If it were cast by anyone other than a Magi, it would be much easier to fix."

"And why's that?"

"Because spells that constantly affect the body or mind continue to use up magoi, and eventually the caster will run out. But since he's a Magi…"

"He has infinite access to magoi given by the rukh. So Ja'far may never be fixed?"

"I didn't say that. The timer may also have a time limit on the spell before it fades away on its own, but I'll need to scan specifically for that."

"Take as much time as you need, Yamraiha." As he said this, he tied his hair back and went over to the door. "Now that Ja'far's indisposed temporarily, the offices are going to be crazy and there'll be more work than normal to do, so I'll head over to the offices and see what I can do there. Please, do your best Yamraiha."

"Of course, Majesty."

Later that day, in a club room filled with people.

"Alright. So we need to discuss what to do with Judar." Said Yamraiha as she watched the last of the head Fanclub members enter the room for the meeting. Kougyoku, Kouha, Koumei, Hakuryuu were being contacted via rukh's eye, along with Titus, Sphintus, Yunnan, along with their anonymous benefactors from around the world that helped out with their underground shipping ring. The entire palace had been informed of Ja'far's condition on the circumstances that it didn't leave the palace. Technically, it wasn't leaving the castle, just being sent to others that would need to be informed of it.

"Well, I don't know if Judar meant any harm by it…" Kougyoku said, glancing at her brothers and step brother.

"This is Judar, of course he did."

"But maybe he was trying to create a scenario for Alibaba or Titus to write!"

"I'm not sure about that, but Ms. Yamraiha, I'll do my best to help as best as I can." Titus interrupted the Kou Empire's line's argument, sighing. "I can't say that I can cure him, but me and Sphintus can and will do anything to help. I suggest Judar be removed from the club for interfering with the ship."

"I SECOND THE MOTION!" Pisti yelled, rage in her eyes, blazing fire lighting behind her in an anime fashion.

"Calm down Pisti! We can't just get rid of Judar because of that! He may be messing with our ship, but he does run the shipping ring!" Yamraiha protested, and others in the room nodded as well, particularly those from other countries.

"It's hard enough smuggling it around Sindria, much less into other countries. As much as we don't like it, he has to stay part of the club." Yunnan said with a glum look on his face.

"Yunnan's right, we have to keep him in the club Pisti." Sharrkan said, and Kougyoku nodded.

"Besides, you said there wasn't any real damage other than his sight and what else the spell could cause, right? We can ask him what the spell was supposed to do so we can get it fixed!"

"But that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve retribution." Hakuryuu said, voice flat and devoid of emotion.

"How severe should it be, though…?" Asked Titus,

"How about a few months? That way, we won't fall too far behind on deadlines but it gives him the proper time away." Suggested Alibaba, looking up from the thing he was writing. He was almost always writing now-a-days.

"How many months though?" Asked everyone in the room, thinking.

"Ten!"

"Two."

"Eight."

"How about three?"

"Three?"

"Yeah, three. Not too long, not too short."

"That sounds about right…"

"But his punishment needs to be more severe!"

"Pisti, calm down! You can't just kick anyone out of the fanclub because you don't like them!"

"Calm down everyone! Okay, so we're all in agreement on three months of Judar's probation?"

"Yes!"

"NO!"

"Pisti you are the only one that isn't agreeing, your overruled."

"Fineeeee…"

"Now, let's hope nothing happens to make that probation even longer."

Unfortunately, as they found out in the coming weeks, that wouldn't be true.

The week had, somehow, passed by somewhat normally.

Sinbad had made sure to keep Ja'far with him at all times, to the point they even bathed together now, and when in public he'd had Yamraiha design a magic tool to make sure that Ja'far was never more than a few feet away from him so that he could keep an eye on his advisor.

Though, he was thankful that Ja'far couldn't see, as some people glanced at them with jealousy or anger, because now people were saying Ja'far couldn't do his job as his advisor because he couldn't see. Seriously? Why would someone need to see to advise? Honestly, some people just were upset that Ja'far was spending more time with the king.

Sure, occasionally when Sinbad and Ja'far were in private, Ja'far would break down because, even if he couldn't see the looks he was given, he could hear the things they were saying about him, and damn it, it hurt. Whenever Sharrkan would say something like Ja'far had no balls or something along those lines, Ja'far knew that he was upset and would apologize later. But here, everyone was speaking so quietly so he wouldn't hear what they were saying, so they were being honest. They didn't know his senses were heightened though. So he heard all of it.

But one of the best things about it was that Sinbad had to help Ja'far dress. Well, not that good for Ja'far, but Sinbad always enjoyed getting to spoil his lover. His love language was definitely giving things to those he loved, but Ja'far never exactly accepted it. He generally accepted the physical things, like cuddles and sex, but only because Ja'far craved being close to Sin. So it was nice for Sinbad to be able to do things for Ja'far, and a look at Ja'far naked certainly didn't hurt that.

No, that didn't hurt at all.

As was proven that night when after a bath, Sinbad again had to help Ja'far change for bed. As he hummed, he traced Ja'far's sides with his fingers, knowing that Ja'far would be blushing in the most adorable way. "Sin—Not now…" Ja'far mumbled, knowing that Sinbad might try to initiate something more sexual, now that his senses were heightened.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Ja'far." Sinbad said, grabbing Ja'far's night robe and slipping it onto Ja'far's body, still humming. "I wasn't trying to do anything." With that said, he pulled Ja'far towards him, hugging him gently despite the other's protests. "C'mon Ja'far! You know you want to cuddle before going to bed!"

"Be that as it may, I can still stay in my own room!" Ja'far exclaimed, attempting to glare at Sinbad. He had heard that his glare was even creepier now that his eyes were blank, but the problem was he had no idea where the person he was trying to glare at was. And that was never more prudent than it was now, as Ja'far wasn't even able to look at Sinbad.

"I don't want you being alone." Sinbad pouted childishly, tightening his grip on Ja'far momentarily, feeling his love relax as he leaded him to the bed before lying down with him, curling up with one another. Ja'far's head was against Sinbad's chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat lulling him to relaxation.

"Sin.." Ja'far mumbled, cuddling with Sinbad happily.

"Yes Ja'far?"

"Thank you."

"What for?" That was confusing. Why would Ja'far thank him? He hadn't done anything special.

"For taking care of me during this… I love you, Sin."

"I love you too, Ja'far. Let me know if I do something you don't like, alright? I know you're vulnerable like this, and I don't want to scare you…"

"Sin, whatever you do to me is fine. There are times I don't want to do things, but that doesn't mean I don't like them. It's fine because it's you."

Sinbad sighed, stroking Ja'far's hair gently, and he smiled to himself.

"Alright then. Sleep now, Ja'far." The tone in his voice was one that was soothing, calming to Ja'far. He felt his eyes flutter shut, even if it didn't make a difference in what he saw, and he felt Sinbad's breathing even out and he heard the light snores escape his mouth as he fell asleep, his own plummet into unconsciousness following soon after, unaware that a timer was set off in the spell cast upon him.

Hey-! I hope you liked this, even if it's just the first chapter.

I won't be updating this too often, because I'm planning on long chapters with four chapters at maximum.

I'll try to update at least once a month, if plot bunnies allow it.

But if I seem to be forgetting this, send me a message and I'll get right back on it!

Have a nice day, and thank you for reading!