A story I've started on tumblr and I thought I'd crosspost it on fanfiction as well (it's already on ao3 too). This is an AU filled with crack and angst and it probably won't make any sense in the beginning. And for those wondering about An Alliance of Love, I'm working on the first chapter of the good ending and I'm still writing out the plot. But expect the chapters soon :D

Ja'far ran. He couldn't do anything else. How they had found him, he didn't know. It wasn't how he had expected to spend his evening. Fighting, that was what he did every day, but being chased around, having to escape the claws of monsters, that was something what barely happened. Ja'far was sure he hadn't done anything that could've made these guys multiply the way they did. But that wasn't important now. They knew his location all the time, making it impossible for him to return to his house in one go.

He hid in the closest alleyway he could find, a swarm of smaller creatures passed by, not noticing him immediately. A soft, relieved breath escaped the man, but too early. Before he could catch his breath, he heard the sound of claws against the side of the alley. There really was no escape. As the monster jumped down, hoping to catch the young man splattered on the ground while covered in blood, but he launched himself against the wall, up to the rooftops. Small traces of thunder followed his tracks. He could hear the growls underneath him. More thunder arose as he reached the roof, surely it was enough to keep the monsters busy for a few seconds. He didn't need much time, if anything he was always prepared for these kind of situations. He just had to get a few buildings ahead, switch out of his clothes and into his normal ones. If he didn't carry the scent of magic on him, he would be fine. These monsters didn't seem like the kind that would attack normal civilians. No, they were created to smell magic and hunt its user.

Only the small bolts of lightning followed him next. Swiftly Ja'far jumped down again and landed next to a small café. The place was his favorite, a great spot to get coffee in the morning. Even know, dead tired from fighting, he could use some coffee. From behind a trash container he pulled out a bag with clothes. One last look to see if the monsters really weren't around. He was safe for now, and if he were quick, he would stay safe.

When he got into his plain clothes, he threw his magical ones into the bag and hid them behind the container again. It was too dangerous to take them with him now. Even if the monster would find his clothes, they were useless without a person to wear them and use their powers. So carrying them around the city would only get him back in the battles. One more time he looked around before he entered the café for his coffee. He was still safe.

…

Content and in good spirits he left the building again. An hour had passed and he hadn't seen a single monster out to kill him. Except for the small ones that crawled in front of the window, but those were harmless. Zero monsters meant that he could go and retrieve his clothes now.

The alley was still as he had left it, smelling of trash and nothing but one big mess spread around the ground. He knelt down at the container and pushed at aside.

'this can't be happening… how?'

He cursed in his mind, this could not be real. It was a lie, somebody had to be playing a prank with him.

The bag was gone.

-Not much earlier-

The city was boring. Sinbad had never expected he would be the one to say that, but it was the truth. Not a thing ever happened and his classes had just gotten more difficult than they had ever been. It was nothing but hell. He sighed softly. Even walking through the best shopping district in town didn't help him. When the man was bored, he needed a good distraction to be put out of that state. At times like this he wished he still lived at the countryside. But the inevitable reality that he'd be even more bored out there always hit him.

The smell of cake and fresh coffee entered his nose as he found himself walking past a little café. Disappointed, he shook his head. He had no money. These things always happened, he had gotten used to it. Without his friends to remind him he had to pay for his own things once in a while, he would've been kicked out of every house or club immediately.

Even though he couldn't buy himself a cake or a coffee, he could at least look inside. There was no one who could tell that that wasn't allowed. Just a short look. Just so that he wouldn't be tempted to go and get someone to buy it all for him again. But his eyes didn't meet cake. They met a silver haired guy, sipping his coffee as he stared at something in the distance. He seemed concerned, but also relaxed. Sinbad had never seen a guy combine those two things as good as he did. Only when saw the other man look back at him, did Sinbad notice he had been staring for more than just a few seconds. Before the situation would grow more awkward, Sinbad looked away and ran into the alley next to the building. It smelled horribly, but it was fine. He leaned against the wall and cleared his mind of thoughts.

'Well, whatever' he thought to himself and prepared to get back to walking around in boredom. But the moment he did so, he noticed something behind the trash container that stood in the alleyway. A bag, filled with beautiful clothes. The purple haired man didn't have to think twice. These were too good to leave behind in the trash.