"Sin, you can't draw on official documents!" Ja'far scolded, holding up what had been a complaint form from a villager, but had been made useless due to badly drawn flowers and stick figures on its edges.
"You think I did that?" Sinbad asked, baffled that Ja'far would think he'd defile important documents in such a way (though he actually did).
"I know you did," Ja'far hissed, "Pisti and Sharrkan are always under some sort of supervision whenever scrolls are nearby, and Aladdin has been preoccupied with his studies. I can't think of anyone else irresponsible enough to draw on one of these," he said as he waved the document in Sinbad's face.
The purple-haired king smiled sheepishly. "Alright, you have me there..." he mumbled. "Nobody will see it but us, though. I didn't think it'd matter if I drew on it."
Ja'far's face went red with anger. "Maybe not, but you need to nip this habit in the bud before you start drawing on official trade documents."
Sinbad sighed. "Okay..."
The freckled advisor wrinkled his nose. "The next time I see something like this, you'll get more than just a stern talking to," he growled.
"Y-yes sir..." Sinbad mumbled nervously. He was slouched in his seat, making himself seem smaller as if it that were some sort of defense, but he suddenly perked up a little. "Are you saying your punishment will be... physical?" He asked with a smirk.
Ja'far hesitated a moment, trying to place why Sinbad was getting so excited before it finally dawned on him. "Tha-that's not...! Sin!" he growled, flustered. "Physical, not sexual, you pervert!"
Said pervert stuck out his tongue. "You're no fun. Aren't you supposed to be nice to your lover?"
"I'm not going to reward you for misbehaving, Sin, now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get-" a slight creak caught Ja'far's attention. His eyes darted to where he assumed was the source of the sound: a large, red screen with black flowers painted on it, an item imported from the Kou Empire that they received a short while ago, "- back to work."
Noticing Ja'far's ever so slight display of distraction, Sinbad furrowed his brow, concerned. He began standing up. "Ja'far?"
Ja'far's gaze flicked back to Sinbad for a brief second before his eyes widened. Suddenly, he realized what the sound was. "No!" He cried. He jumped in front of the king just as an arrow came flying out from behind the screen.
The king's advisor cried out when the arrow lodged itself into his shoulder. He had no time, however, to thank the gods that Sinbad hadn't been hit, as within that split second, a figure popped out from behind the screen. With short, dark hair and black, angry eyes (Ja'far assumed him to be a man due to his build and his hair), he was the very picture of Fallen.
The second Ja'far acknowledged the rags and bandages covering him from head to toe, his heart nearly stopped.
Sham Lash...
Sinbad took a surprised step back. Ja'far lunged at the attacker, the pain in his shoulder forgotten in his rush to protect his king.
The shady figure pulled several daggers out of a holster on his shoulder and chucked them at the angry advisor, who dodged them with a quick step to the side. The knives landed in the side of Sinbad's desk, making him gasp in surprise. Ja'far countered with his own daggers, which were just as easily dodged.
The man stopped in his tracks. He placed a hand on his bicep and brought his forearm into an upward position, exposing a shiny metal gauntlet adorned with what seemed to be spikes.
Ja'far's lip quirked upward into a sneer. He slid back his sleeves enough to expose his blades, then lunged.
The two men clashed together. Ja'far felt a great pressure against his cheekbone, then in his ribs before he managed to pin the assassin down. The freckled man was poised to stab his blade into the other man's neck before he remembered that Sinbad was still in the room, and Sinbad did not allow murder unless it was absolutely unavoidable. Ja'far brought the blade down, stabbing it into the floor angrily. It rested a small distance away from the assassin's neck.
Ja'far leaned in real close to the man's face. "Who are you and why are you here?" He hissed.
The assassin smirked. He spit in Ja'far's face, and, just as the advisor recoiled in disgust, he switched their positions so that he was on top, pinning down the white-haired man with ease. He leaned down next to Ja'far's ear and whispered, "Kill Sinbad, or we will." He then quickly reached into one of his many concealed pockets and pulled out a small capsule, which he popped into his mouth and swallowed. His mouth soon began to foam and he fell down dead on top of Ja'far.
The surviving assassin's eyes widened. "Sin's in trouble." he thought.