"Sinbad, Sinbad!" a white haired boy with freckles cried out, coming into his master's lair. The boy pushed open the oak wooden doors to reveal a tremendous library filled with a variety of books that filled the large room from the floor to the ceiling along its wall.
"What is it, Ja'far?" Sinbad asked without looking up from his scrolls that he was scanning through.
"It's horrible! She's here!"
Sinbad finally tears his amber eyes from the scroll, hardening his gaze on his advisor. "She is here?"
Ja'far frantically nods his heads in answer. "Yes! She is here right now!"
Sinbad sighs to himself, getting up out of his antique cushioned chair. "In the kitchen, right?"
"As always." Ja'far simply responded.
Sinbad's pace was quick more than it usually was when it came to walking. His eyes were focused in front of him. Ja'far strained to keep up with Sinbad, trying to keep up with his stride. Ja'far sent Sinbad a worried glance knowing all too well what was going through Sinbad's mind right now. Sinbad didn't even bother looking at Ja'far yet.
Sinbad pushed through the kitchen doors searching the punished granite room to finally find who he was looking for. There in front of Sinbad was a woman that was too busy rummaging through his refrigerator, to notice Sinbad's entrance.
"So you have finally come back. How was it?" Sinbad queried, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Finally, Sinbad got her attention. The woman poked her head above the refrigerator door with a pork bun in her mouth and other various foods she had collected in her arms. This was normal for the amethyst haired sailor to have this woman arrive unannounced just as quickly as she leaves like the wind.
"AAAYYYYGH, Shhinbadd!" the woman acknowledged, greeting Sinbad with the pork bun still in her mouth; she half-saluted Sinbad, dropping some of the food onto the ground in the process. Sinbad glimpsed at the fallen food on the floor then back at her with a raised eyebrow.
"She is still the same as ever." Ja'far criticizes bringing one of his sleeves to cover the bottom portion of his face, "-unrefined."
"I herrrrdd dat!" The strange woman accused, dropping all of her food to the ground as she pointed Ja'far an accusing finger.
"Disgusting, don't shout with food still in your mouth!" Ja'far lectured, rubbing off the remnants of the pork bun she spat at him while criticizing him.
Her warm chocolate eyes narrowed on Ja'far, sending Jafar a chill of fear up his spine. "Or you can still spit food out your mouth at anyone." Jafar yielded.
The woman smiled brightly at Ja'far then gulped down the rest of the pork bun in her mouth. "Don't take me seriously, Jafar! I was only playing around!"
Ja'far remained skeptical of her comment and retreated behind Sinbad.
Sinbad smiled to himself at the woman's familiar behavior. "…So, how did everything go, Kita?" Sinbad warmly asks her again.
The woman perked up at the mention of her nickname and swallowed down the rest of the pork bun in her mouth.
"I ran into some trouble." Kita curtly replied.
"When do you not run into trouble?" Sinbad teased, petting the top of her short lightning blonde hair. Kita was a lean but toned woman. Despite her shortness, she was fierce in battle and showed it through her penetrating, shining espresso eyes. Her eyelids that were embellished with a coat of pigmented, intense red did not help soften her eyes, but brought them out more.
Kita puffed out a colored cheek from embarrassment. "I'm not a kid anymore!"
Sinbad grinned at her reaction, satisfied that he was able to get her attention.
When Sinbad opened his eyes he saw Kita's stern eyes on him. "I'm serious, Sinbad," Kita warned, "There's something I have to inform you about what I have ran into." Whenever Kita turned serious, Sinbad knew that it had to be a very serious matter. Sinbad grew somber and retracted his hand back to his side.
From a third point of view, Ja'far could tell very easily the emotions that were displayed in Sinbad's shining amber eyes: longing.
"Then let's go and talk about it, shall we?" Sinbad offered, "Alone."
Ja'far frazzled at Sinbad's suggestion. "Sinbad, how about I come along too?!"
"No need. This is between legend to legend. We can handle ourselves."
Kita walked alongside Sinbad passing by Ja'far, leaving him behind in the kitchen.
"What am I going to do with you?" Ja'far whined to himself.
Sinbad and Kita leisurely walked through Sinbad's open-air mansion that sat erect on top of the island nation's mountain. Walking through the twisted halls of white punished marble that is lavishly adorned with hanging gardens of ivy and colorful, sweet-aromatic tropical flowers that was in full bloom. Through the halls of hanging ivy they could see the scenery of the festive Sindria. Kita stared heavily at the waters in the horizon with the sun beginning to set behind the ocean, turning the usual azure waters to an orange hue. The sky also had an orange background with pink and purples mixed into it.
"Your people are so happy here. It's also so bright and beautiful in Sindria. When the sun sets here, it's as if the sun is setting the ocean waters aflame." Kita commented thoughtlessly, admiring the scenery at her side while she walked next to Sinbad; without noticing, Sinbad's gaze stayed on Kita's face that was lit up by the setting sun's soft sunlight.
"What are you really thinking behind those simplistic thoughts, Kita?" Sinbad prodded.
Kita tore her gaze away from the scenery, setting her gaze on Sinbad's amber eyes. "Everything is not as what it seems anymore, does it, Sinbad?"
"Is it not like that for anyone that comes back from a long journey?" Sinbad countered softly.
Kita smiled with sadness laced within her chocolate orbs, "Yes. You are right about that, but I am afraid that it is much more than what it seemed before- at least to me. What I thought was originally and supposingly, "good", is reversed now."
Sinbad stiffened at Kita's confession. Had she been through too much on this journey and she had finally been broke? No, not Kita. Surely, Kita would never succumb so easily to other's points of views but she would go out of her way to try to understand them without sacrificing herself or her resolve. Sinbad knew the difference between those two concepts when it boiled down to Kita's personality.
Kita turned her head, avoiding Sinbad's penetrating stare. Kita smirked to herself.
"What are you smirking about now?" Sinbad questioned nonchalantly.
"It brings back some memories is all- when I meet others from the past that call me Kita because of you. No need for informalities, Sinbad. Just call me by my full name: Kitai. Say it with me: K-I-T-A-I."
"But I like Kita much better." Sinbad admitted without shame.
Kita sighed to herself, giving up on the notion that she will never get the amethyst sailor to pronounce her whole name. After all, it has always been like that ever since he first found her. The moment she told him her name, he instantly turned around and shortened it for his convenience. He would always smile like an idiot to himself whenever he pronounced his "special" nickname for her. Not long after that, everyone else followed suit after Sinbad, calling her Kita instead of her given name, Kitai.
"Nice to know that that part of you will never change, along with your other quirks." Kita lamented, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Sinbad smiled to himself, happy that he had Kita's full attention on him, finally. Whenever he found himself around her, he had always gone out of his way to grab her attention like a child with its mother, but this need was different than that. He has always wanted her attention to focus on him, as selfish as that sounded, to the point she could not think about anything else but him. But with Kita it was always a different reaction than all the other women he spent his long and pleasurable nights with. Kita was sharp minded about most subjects, like war strategy, but she was really clueless when it came to admitting or displaying affections and feelings for another. Kita is utterly, simple minded when it came to that arena. Sinbad has always had a difficult time with her, but he never worried about her because she could never tell when another man made advancements or flirted with her.
"Back to the task at hand." Kita interjected. "The reason I came here in the first place is to warn you that the balance between darkness and light is more delicate than we had originally anticipated, Sinbad."
"Yes, we have always known that." Sinbad stated casually.
"Not as delicate as we thought though. Do not go extinguishing every evil force out there, Sinbad."
Sinbad tensed immediately. He did not like where Kita was headed in the conversation, nor did he enjoy the fashion she was starting talk in. "What makes you think I will? Explain."
Kita's eyes widened a moment from surprise at Sinbad's reaction to what she was trying to explain and get across to him. Kita quickly picked up on the disapproval Sinbad was displaying in his penetrating amber eyes toward her. Kita regained her composure, her posture turning stern. "Sinbad, the future of this planet will be extinguished if we were to get rid of Al-Thamen. If we made a world of peace, the people will forget about the lessons of suffering and will inevitably become corrupt!"
What had Sinbad just heard? Sinbad's eyes widened at Kita's exclamation. The only sound Sinbad could hear was the deft ringing in his ears, washing out Kita's voice. What happened to her?