I can't believe it is finally here. :D

The first oneshot I published about those two was pretty succesful and I was asked in the Reviews (thanks to those ;) ) How the two, Sinbad and Layla, met- From the Moment they were introduced in kingdom of Magic, I already had this idea. And to be honest, this oneshot was a Long time on my Laptop until shad0w0wolf did the beta reading (thank you very much for this :*) and I could download it. There will also be a note at the end of this oneshot.

Have fun reading it. ^^

I don't own Magi.


Chapter 1: His cute little flowergirl

There are moments you want to forget; moments you want to remember as long as someone lives

And there are moments, you would never forget. It was impossible - they were etched into your mind, chained by the value and meaning of them. What followed after these moments - be it good or bad, upside or downsideit didn't matter.

Sinbad could sing a song about it.

The sea was kind today - it was quiet. Soft waves swept against the island, tenderly rustling against the cliffs that surrounded the island. He enjoyed this peace and quiet.

And he wasn't the only one. The woman, who lay in his arms, her head on his chest, softly snoring, seemed to enjoy it as well. Sitting on the balcony, she snuggled in his arms, enjoying the last peace until the Mahrajan would begin. She had to attend it of course - as the king's wife, she had to duty to celebrate with the people she loved. But it didn't change the fact, that she was tired.

They took an hour of peace, secluded on the big balcony of their chamber.

Softly, he let his fingers run loosely through her hair, enjoying the softness of the brown silk. His hand wandered from her hair to her face, fondling the soft skin. Slowly, he placed a tender kiss on her forehead, on her cheek, her eyelids, the bridge of the nose and finally on her lips.

He savored those moments. More than anything.

Looking at the woman, he turned his gaze upwards, looking into the setting sun. It was the same sky as when the two of them met. The sun was setting, evening was approaching.

And the sun did the same as it did one decade ago.

They met when she was seventeen, he was eighteen. It was a beautiful day, close to Kou. He would never have thought that he meets his love, the only woman he really did love from the bottom of his heart, in the country that gave him the biggest problems.

And he never would have thought that his training at the Yambala could bring him this treasure.

Layla was a member of the Yambala, the tribe of magoi manipulation. She was the only daughter of one of the three leaders, seventeen years old and already a real beauty. After trying to find the Yambala, he found them in the lands of Kou. A wandering tribe, difficult to find. But they could help him. They could. He left his friends, his company and his duty for one year. And he came back - stronger, capable of controlling his magoi. And to his friends' surprise - and shock to add - with a woman by his side.

He began to smile at the thought. Ja'far fainted, Hinahoho grinned, Drakon slightly shook his head and Masrur mumbled a quiet "Ladykiller."

Everyone would have thought that he would ditch her. That she was as well also a woman who fell for his charms. But they mistook her.

Layla, member of the Yambala, was an independent woman. Stronger than any female he had seen. She was able to conquer two dungeons, mastered her djinns with the expected time and would kick anyone's butt if someone dared to make fun of her. Or of their relationship.

They started as friends, then as training comrades. Soon, it became love between them. And in the age of 26, she became his wife, after becoming entirely sure that she wanted to spend her life by his side. One year passed and they couldn't complain one bit about that.

He loved his Layla, his queen, his wife, his love. She was strong and independent, always ready to punch him if he dared to get on her nerves. But on the other side, she was kind and commiserative - she didn't care for status and treated everyone equally.

And why was he so sure of this?

Because he knew it right from the start. From the first time they met.


"I see..." The older man in front of him put a finger on his chin. The hands of the purple haired teenager trembled slightly, feeling the exhaustion and trouble he had to take to find this place. To find these people. He hoped that it was worth it.

And that he wasn't sent away right that instant.

"So you did come here all this way to find us, because you want to learn magoi manipulation?"

The young man nodded rapidly. "Yes, that's my-"

The man held his hand up high, Sinbad became quiet. He gulped when he looked into the face of the man in front of him. "You have problems with your magoi and you heard that we could help you. Is that correct?"

He nodded, keeping quiet this time.

A deep sigh escaped the old man's lips. "Are you the one that conquered the first dungeon? Are you the one who stared this wave of djinn users?"

This time, he only moved his head timidly and shyly.

"You don't need to be scared, I just want to know." He crossed his arms in front of his chest, titling his head. Seconds passed and Sinbad would have preferred it if he would know this man's name. But he didn't introduce himself, just took Sinbad into his tent and brought him to sit down.

He was creepy. His green eyes were full of wisdom and courage, gleaming with independence and self-consciousness. His hair had already started to become grey, once having a dark blonde shade. His body was torn, muscles showed itselves under his shirt. Sinbad knew that he would never have this stature.

This man would always be one step ahead of him.

One last sigh. "From my side, I have no complains about it if you stay here."

Sinbad blinked.

"I have no complaints if you stay here for your training. I will teach you the art of magoi manipulation."

Sinbad blinked once again.

"You can stay here and feelat home. I'm hoping you can be a help for us just like we will be a help for you."

Sinbad blinked one last time. Until then, a huge grin spread out on his face, his eyes glimmering and shining like the sky. "Really? Thank-"

"Be quiet." The man put his fingers on his temples, silencing the young man in front of him. "I have a headache. If you keep talking, it will only become worse."

Sinbad quiet down once again.

A deep, shuddering breath escaped his mouth. "Well then, I guess I should introduce myself." The man with the green eyes put a hand on his chest, right above his heart. "My name is Akhdir, I'm one of the three leaders of the Yambala. I will be your teacher."

To say he was scared was an understatement.

He was terrified.

"Rise, Sinbad." He got up on his legs, standing tall and intimidating, his green eyes never leaving the golden ones of the man. Suddenly, he felt like a little boy compared to the man in front of him.

Slightly, he nodded and followed his lead. He stood up, looking into the green eyes. A small smile appeared on the older's lips.

"Well then, if you stay here now, I have to introduce you to someone." He started walking out of the tent, Sinbad followed his new teacher and master. He opened the tent's opening, the sun striking into his eyes, forcing him to close the irises for a couple of seconds.

"Don't act like this. Come."

He blinked several times, until he became used to this light and started to follow the older man. He gulped, feeling the people's stare at his face. But strangely, they weren't offensive. He knew that. It was just curiosity.

It made it better, but only for a moment.

Then he had to face reality. This man would be a cruel teacher. Probably worse than anything he faced before.

He gulped once again.

"Ah, there she is."

Akhdir stopped in his motion, his face forward. Sinbad followed his motion, slowly looking at his backside. Suddenly, the old man turned around, a calm smile on his face. "Come on, let me introduce you."

He motioned him forward. Sinbad nodded, stepping to come up beside the man, looking into the direction the Akhdir was motioning. His eyes could see a peaceful scenery. Children running and playing around, screaming in joy and laughing resonating from the tents. The sun was shining on them. He watched the children, feeling his heart swelling.

This was a picture you wouldn't see very often. And he loved it.

"Layla."

His eyes perked up, noticing a moving figure. Flowers were braided in her hair, down her strands, a crown on her head. A flower crown. Brown silk falling in soft waves down her spine, slightly glimmering in soft waves.

Suddenly, the girl turned around, looking in their direction.

He met many beautiful women over the course of his life. He couldn't even count them. Of course, there were some young girls who would stand out. But even outstanding was a too small word for her.

She was more than outstanding. He couldn't find a proper description of her.

He gulped, when confusion settled down in her eyes, but a smile spread on her lips. Slowly, she rose up, stopping the girl who sat behind her. The one who was responsible for the flowers in her hair. The young woman, not older than he was, bent down to the girl, stroking the girl's hair and smiled softly at her. The pout disappeared and a happy nod followed. She smiled, leaving her behind.

"Father." The young woman appeared in front of him, smiling at the tall man. The flowers were blooming, harmonizing with the brown hair, like silk flowing down her body. The tension was rising, when he looked into the girl's eyes.

Actually, in this situation, he was definitely out of character. He wouldn't have wanted to imagine how the others would have looked at him, when they would have witnessed this moment. But the man was terrifying. Nearly 2 meters tall, with muscles that he could never achieve and an aura that gave you the feeling of pure threat.

This girl had the exactly same eyes.

"Layla." Akdhir nodded at his daughter, until he laid a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I want you to meet someone."

The girl titled her head.

"This is Sinbad." The purple haired man tensed immediately, his heartbeat stopping for one moment. "He is a traveller, who searched us in order to solve the problem of his magoi. I agreed to help him and become his teacher."

"Father? You? A Teacher?"

She was pretty honest.

"Layla, dearest." His smile became dangerous. "I taught you as well, didn't I?"

She rolled her eyes, a playful smile on her face. "Oh father, don't take it so seriously." She titled her head once again, but this time, to the other side. Suddenly, she looked at him, gentleness dominating her features. "So you want to learn the art of magoi manipulation?"

He gulped, feeling the presence of her father next to him. He knew that Adhir would probably crush his bones if he says something inappropriate. "Yes, I want that."

"That's cool." Instead of standing in front of her father, she moved to stand in front of him. "It is always great to meet someone who wants to learn this style of fighting." Her green eyes were shining brightly, nearly a spark in the pool of green. "I'm Layla." She offered him her hand, still a smile on her face. "It's nice to meet you."

He felt at ease - she didn't seem to look as scary as her father. Slowly, he didn't dare to do the same thing that he has done before to all the women, but instead, he just took it. Feeling the softness and grace of her hand.

Damn be that man who took his chance away.

His aura became more dangerous and Sinbad quickly overthought his thoughts. No, he didn't want to risk his life for this.

"It's a pleasure-"

Suddenly, a crash. Something cut him off, the girlish crying being heard, a boyish giggle next to the noise. In one second, her smile froze, a dangerous glimmering becoming remarkable in her face.

"He didn't..."

She let go of his hand, the warmth still lingering on his skin. Layla, the girl with the flower crown in her brown silk, turned around, looking at the sight in front of her. Her hands were at her hips, her feet standing apart.

Suddenly, he felt a tapping on his shoulder. Adhir bent down to his level, whispering something in his ear.

"Don't try to mess with her."

Sinbad halted, stopped every motion, stopped breathing. He rapidly nodded. "Yes, sir."

The leader nodded once. "For now, I leave you in my daughter's care. I will come back, when I've told the other two about my decision."

The merchant moved his head.

Layla's father napped, leaving him behind.

Golden eyes turned to the scenery in front of him, a drop of sweat forming on his forehead.

The boy lay on the ground, blood dripping from an injury on his head. He became unconscious and Sinbad could nearly see the boy's soul leaving his body. Layla stood in front of him, her left hand on her hip, her right hand formed into a fist.

"Renka, how many times did I tell you to stop harassing Hosoya?" The girl, seemingly named Hosoya, clutched the legs of the young woman. "I swear, man, if you dare to bully her once again, you will meet my wrath in all its glory."

He didn't respond, just gurgling some sounds. His eyes were closed, the children cheering on their hero.

"Thank you, Layla."

They've gotten closer. She bent down to her knees, ruffling the hair of the bullied girl and nudged her forehead. "Stop crying. A woman has to stay strong, don't be underestimated and bullied." She raised her hand, waiting for the reply. On the girl's face, a grin spread out and she high-fived her, giggling happily.

"Thank you, big sis. I love you."

The brown silk fell over shoulder. "Thank you, Hosoyo. I'm looking forward to your flower crowns, okay?"

"Okay, thank you."

She rose, standing on her two feet. She left the bunch of children, waving to them, until she stood in front of him once again. The flowers were shining in her hair. A smile on her lips, she suddenly put her hands on his shoulders, turning him around in one motion, moving him forward. "Come on, I will show you around."

It happened too fast to realize. He looked left and right, feeling her soft hands on his shoulders, her warmth radiating him. "What?"

"Too slow, Sinbad." Her laugh resonated in his ears, tenderly caressing him. He already loved that laugh.

And he would probably never be able to change it.


The scent of flowers crept into his nose, filling his nostrils. A small moan escaped the woman's mouth, his wife squinting, until moving her head from his chest, her voice groggy and full of sleep. "What..."

"Seems like you are finally awake." His hand caught her strands of hair, feeling the softness between his fingers. His other hand slowly massaged her waist.

Silence erupted, interrupted by a loud and wide yawn. Instead of answering to his words, she nestled in his arms once again, making herself small. "Just five more minutes."

He couldn't suppress the light chuckle that escaped his lips. "Layla, you should get up soon..."

"Just five more minutes, Sinbad." She turned in his arms, so that she could look into his face, under her eyelashes.

She was trying to do that move...

Closing her eyes, snuggling into his chest, her voice became quiet. "I want to enjoy this. We don't have that much time for ourselves." She looked at him, with closed eyes. "During the festival, we won't have the opportunity to spend time together." A soft sigh escaped her lips. "Sometimes, I wish we could go back to this one year you've spent at the Yambala. We had all the time we've wanted during in this year."

They both loved to remember this time. The training took nearly all his power away, but after six months, he was assured that she was waiting for him. Peace and quiet was one of the most present things in this time, letting them cool down and stopping them to think about all the bad things they had to endure in this year, in those twelve months.

His heart pained, when he remembered her eyes - shock, sadness, wrath, fear.

Sinbad's arms around his love tightened.

"Let's hope that we have some time together tonight." He kissed her temple, her forehead, until leaning his forehead against hers. His breath caressed her face, he could smell the scent of flowers. Her natural scent was a mixture between flowers, dust and fire. He loved that scent.

Somehow, minutes passed, filled with quietness and sincerity. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, softly drumming against his ribs. Suddenly, a soft giggle resonated trough his ears. Surprised, he lifted his gaze. "What is so funny?"

"Sorry." She put a hand on her mouth. "But I've just remembered the moment when you looked at me with those fearful eyes. As if I would slice your throat immediately." From one second to the next, he could hear a full burst of laughter out of her mouth. Tears appeared from the corner of her eyes. "I remember your face when father looked at you." The sound became louder. "You were looking like a sheep that is surrounded by a wolf. You were so cute to watch back then."

Golden eyes looked at her in confusion, until a smirk spread on his lips. His hands disappeared from her body and appeared on her sides. "Layla..."

She halted, when she looked at him in pure shock. Only a second later, she burst out in laughter once again, her hands trying to stop him. "Sinbad, no, no, no, please! Stop it!" Her laughter became louder and louder.

But he didn't. He brought her to continue her laughing. A grin spread on his lips, when his arms wrapped around her stomach. "My cute little lady..."

A punch on his arm followed, he slightly flinched. "Sinbad, don't you dare to call me like that-"

"My cute little flowergirl."

Her face became red with fury and anger and she quickly turned to him, standing up and grabbing his collar. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead, running down his face. Her smile was sweet, beautiful. "My dearest consort."

She used the word consort.

Oh-oh...

"How many times did I have to tell you that you should stop calling me this name, dammit?!" She shook him by his collar. "I hate this nick name, you know that!"

Sinbad called her once like that when they were in the beginning of their relationship. She wore a flower crown on her head and he couldn't find any other nick name for her. So he called her that.

Even though she hated this, he loved to call her that name.

His cute little flowergirl.


Did you like it? I hope it was understandable that Sinbad didn't make the casual Lady killer moves, since her father was Standing next to him. I hope the reaction was appropriate.

So, my question is: are you interested in more oneshots? If you are, then write a Review, a pm or a letter. Even though I would be curious how you would do that. :D

If there is interest, I can already make you suggestions for the third chapter. I leave it in your choice - the idea with the most votes win. ^^ The suggestions I have for the third one are:

1. Sinbad vs Layla (You decide the outcome)

2. Sinbad Returns with Layla, Meeting Ja'far and the others

3. Layla's memories of her mother and the tragedy behind her

Those are the choices I leave you. If you are interested in this oneshot series, text me and I will do my best. ^^ The second one is probably coming soon (I hope so...)

Until next time. ^^