A/N: Greeting to all those who read my story, 'Twisted'. If you haven't read it, I suggested you to press the back button as the plot may confuse you. Anyway, this is a small drabble that has been on my mind recently. I may make some more in the future, who know?

I decided to name this drabble 'Days' because we must always, always treasure the days we had with our family and friends as we cannot tell what's going to happen in the future. The most important things are often those which are closest to us and which we forgot too easily.

Disclaimer: I don't own Magi Labyrinth of Magic.

Warning: OCC-ness

Days

It was a warm morning. The Sun generously shared its warmth with the Earth. In a faraway place, a small town lied quietly. The residents were all doing their daily routines, bathing in the warm glow of the Sun and enjoying the fresh air.

In one of the house, a dark haired child was sitting in a room, staring at a small bundle in the cradle. The warm sunlight hitting his face made his amber eyes shine. Feeling warmer, he shifted and sat down at the other side of the cradle where the Sun had yet visited, his eyes never left the newborn child who was wrapped firmly with cloth in the cradle. He didn't even bother to spare a glance at the newcomer as the door creaked open.

"Judal, dear, what are you doing in there?" A soft voice called from the door and Judal greeted absent-mindedly, "Mom."

The kind-looking woman made her way to the elder child's side and sat down besides the cradle with a piece of cloth in her hand. As she was folding the cloth, Judal threw a questioning glance at her. His lips breached but no sound came out.

The woman stopped her task and asked, "What's the matter?"

Judal tilted his head and frowned slightly.

"Mom, when will Aladdin wake up? I want to play with him soon," Judal questioned. His eyes sparkled with excitement as they continued to stare at the sleeping child. The woman chuckled, seeing her elder child's antic.

"He'll need to have more than enough rest to deal with a hyper-active brother such as you," she commented, hiding a chuckle under her breath. Judal pouted and punched his palms into the air as if protesting.

"Hey! I'm not hyper-active!" He complained. His mother hurried to put a hand over his mouth.

"Shh…You might wake him up," she whispered and the struggling child quieted down immediately. However, he was a tad too late as soft whimpers were heard from the cradle. His mother released her hold on Judal and proceeded to approach the bundle in the cradle. Her long, slender fingers descended into the cradle to bring the infant up. Cradling the now crying infant professionally in her arms, she gave soft pats on the back of the child and muttered words of comfort.

After a while, she managed to calm the infant down. The child was awake now, swinging one of his small hands in the air with his palm opening and closing as if wanting to hold something. Judal who had kept quiet all the while was sitting right in front of his mother, watching the out-stretched hand.

Hesitantly, Judal held out his index finger in front of Aladdin. The infant curled his fingers around the offered finger and surprisingly for Judal, a giggle reverberated from the infant. The melodious sound echoed throughout the room. Judal's eyes went wide, feeling the comfortable warmth from his younger brother.

The woman watched the exchange with a smile hanging on her lips.

"Do you want to hold him?" She asked Judal, bringing him out of his stupor. Judal stared up at his mother.

"Can I?" He inquired. Earning a nod from the other, Judal flashed a smile and leaned closer to his mother as he listened attentively at her explanation. Judal felt strangely off balance at first when the bundle was passed into his arms but he soon caught on.

He peeked at the infant in his arms. A wide smile and two innocent blue eyes greeted him and he couldn't help but smile along. Suddenly, the eight-years-old looked up expectantly at his mother. She tilted her head, "Yes?"

"Can I bring Aladdin out?" Judal asked. His red eyes were shining with hope. The woman gave another soft smile and nodded. Judal was over the moon and stood carefully with the small bundle in his arms. Making his way to the garden, he let a full smile graced his feature.

It was on day like this when the weather was fine you could find the brothers enjoying their quiet times in the garden and sometimes by the lake. Judal would seem uncharacteristically mature with a tender smile as he talked softly to the infant. Not that Aladdin understood what he was saying but sometimes Judal had a feeling that Aladdin actually understood him as he would always offer a wide smile to Judal along with the cherubic giggles that Judal had grown to like.