Hello hello everyone. Sorry I went on hiatus for a while but I am back now with a few announcements. Number one I may or may not continue KHHS because in my opinion it's garbage and I wrote it when I was 8 going through depression and now 7 years later I'm looking back on this crap like...these typos, spelling errors, and a bunch of other stuff. So yeah I may rewrite it if you'd like so let me know by reviewing what you think. Number two my birthday is Monday and I will be 16 years of age! Woo! Not really that excited but whatever. And lastly I'm starting a new...series you could call it. I decided to do this fic because my friend was talking about it and there's none out there on what she wants. Soooo here's the new series called 'No One Will Take Him from Me'.
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The Palace was a quiet place in the early morning. Just how Ja'far liked it. He'd awoken early in the morning to make King Sinbad a nice cup of morning tea. King Sinbad was perfect. His Sinbad was absolutely perfect. No one was more perfect than him. The whitette smiled to himself as he made his way to the dining hall admiring how utterly beautiful it was. He entered and the workers inside stopped to look at the freckled boy. He shot them a deadly glare,
"What are you all staring at?"
They all quickly reverted their eyes and returned to their task at hand. One of the female workers felt him staring directly at her, she jumped and began working at a faster pace only to make a mistake and drop a mixing bow filled with a batter on the white tile floor. Some of the mixture splashed on the assassin. He stared down at his now filthy robe before staring into the girls eyes, his stared deep into her soul before finally speaking,
"You. Girl."
She jumped nervously but did not answer. The assassin grabbed a fist full of her hair then effortlessly threw her to the floor. She slowly lifted her head but the advisor put his foot on it, forcing it into the spill on the floor. He chuckled and smudged his foot into her head, "What a worthless tart you are." He then gave her a serious look before yanking her by her hair again, "Clean. It. Up. Now!" Ja'far placed his foot on her back and stepped over the girl.
The girl began cleaning. Ja'far smiled and walked over to a pot which had the tea he had already brewed inside. He poured it into a nice cup and began his way out the dining room doors, to Sinbad's office.
In Sinbad's office man with braided onyx hair into a sat on his desk, swinging his legs back and forth. The man who had accompanied him had long purple hair, he sat in a chair at the desk signing papers. The man leaned closer to the older man and licked his ear, "Hey Stupid King, come play with me I'm bored." The older of the two sighed before leaning back in his chair, "Judal I don't have time to "play" right now. Besides I'm very busy and I-" Sinbad was cut off by Judal crawling into his lap and pressing hard against his chest, the man then smirked, "Stupid King." The ruby eyed boy softly kissed the man. Sinbad didn't hesitate to kiss him back. He was able to easily slide his tongue into Judal's wet cavern and explore every inch of it while sliding his hand down his slim body.
Their erotic adventure was cut short when the advisor, Ja'far, had entered the room. There was a sound of glass shattering on the carpet that made Sinbad quickly pull away and push the magi out his lap. "Ja'far." Was all he could muster as he clearned his throat. The whitette narrowed his eyes and the black haired magi that was an inch too close to his precious King Sinbad. His eyes filled with jealous rage as his and the magi's eyes met. Judal smirked, caressed Sinbad's cheek, then whispered, "Tonight." Then the magi quickly left out the window, but not before shooting a victorious smirk towards his rival.
Ja'far tightly gripped his Household Vessel, oh how he wanted to wrap the magi in his wire and torture him for being close to his ever so pecious King. His mind slowly wandered, thinking of way to tourture the magi, ways to make him suffer, ways to kill him for touching his sweet precious loving King. Maybe he could cut off his hands so he wouldn't touch Sinbad. Maybe he could cut off his feet so he couldn't come to Sinbad. Maybe he could take his eyes so he couldn't see Sinbad. Maybe he could sow his mouth shut with barbed wire so he couldn't speak to Sinbad. So many choices.
The assassin was so tied up in thinking if ways to permantly injure the magi, he didn't hear his precious Sinbad calling his name. For the last time Sinbad yelled, "Ja'far!" He jumped in response. "Um yes sir?" Sinbad sighed, "For the millionth time clean this mess up." Ja'far bowwed respectfully, "Yes sir...sorry sir." He began picking up the glass peice by peice. He didn't mind if it cut him or not, soon he'll be lathered in the blood of his enemy.
Soo that is chapter one of No One Shall Take Him From Me! I know I know it's probably the worse piece of garbage you've ever read but hey someone might like it. Anyways guys thank you for your support and I wish you all a great rest of the day. So tell me what you think guys if you want a chapter two review! (That rhymed!) If you want bloody gore like stuff review that too. I write for you guys just to let you know. Tell me who you want Sinbad to be with in the end as well! SinJu or SinJa only time will tell guys. Bye bye~! (Again so so so sorry for going on hiatus! I fell horrible! .!)
