Sorry for any oocness and such, I tried.

DISCLAIMER!: I do not won Magi.

Chapter 2

Ja'far walked briskly towards the lab(?) where Yamraiha was working on finding new spells as they readied themselves for the oncoming war. He sighed as he walked, he just hoped no-one would come out, as he knew it would make him lose focus and he would take a detour and end up back at his desk neck deep in paper work. Again.

Thankfully he wasn't stopped and he managed to get to Yamraiha's door and knocked, a soft 'come in' answered him and he opened the door and shut it behind him, suddenly finding his hands clammy. He turned around and came face to face with the blue haired woman. She only came up to his shoulder as she stood 5"2 and he 5"7, but she was just as intimidating and sometimes more then he could be.

"I've been expecting you Ja'far." She stood from her chair her feet making no sound as she moved to clear a space for Ja'far's tests.

"How?" Ja'far asked slightly ticked that she had deliberately waited for him to suffer enough before he would approach her. He sighed deciding that being on her good side would be of interest for him. He also noticed how she visibly flinched at his question and became slightly flustered. He tapped his foot. This was going to be interesting.

"W-well first I'm going to need a blood sample and a urine sample – if you don't mind." Ja'far's nose crinkled not exactly sure about handing his... urine to Yamraiha, the thought was unpleasant, but he held his bare arm out for the blood sampling. Yamraiha smiled and getting the right equipment quickly took what she needed before turning back to Ja'far.

"I'm still going to need that urine sample." She deadpanned her face blank and her blue eyes sharp. Ja'far gulped as she handed him a small cylinder container to pee in. Ja'far mumbled to himself how it was grotesque and unsanitary, but did it none the less at the cold blue glare he was getting from Yamraiha.

After finishing and washing his hands he gave the container to Yamraiha who put it to the side then pulled Ja'far to lay down on the space she had managed to clear. He grumbled some more but complied. Yamraiha raised her hands above his body, a soft blue glow to envelop her hands as she ran them up and down his body, only for her to stop and focus more on his midriff where he felt to his horror was no longer taunt but slightly pudgy.

A small happy squeal came from Yamraiha as she got up staggered a little and started doing something to his blood and urine. He waited for her to say something but was left in silence as she focused on what she was doing. Ja'far coughed. Yamraiha jumped and looked round smiling a smile that said she knew something, Ja'far raised an eyebrow expecting her to fill him in.

"You can go now, I'll have the sure results by maybe tomorrow lunch, think you can remember that?" She teased Ja'far huffed as he thought back on the kings duties he had to fill in, luckily it was just paperwork. He huffed and nodded adjusting his Keffiyeh as it was placed rather sloppily back on his head. He grunted and left closing the door behind him. Now to find Sinbad.

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He had looked everywhere for his stupid king had wondered off to; he had paper work to do. Ja'far gritted his teeth feeling unnaturally irritated, normally he would still be calm and collected about it but he suppose it had something to do with why he's been being sick this past week or so. Ja'far was about to give up when he saw a glint of white and purple, he locked on and ran towards it a sudden burst of energy propelling him.

"Siiiinbaaaad! Where have you been?!" Ja'far roared feeling what little patience he had leave at the sight of his dazed king. Ja'far took a wiff and nearly gagged; the idiot smelt of smoke, alcohol and women's perfume. The combined scents made his stomach flip and so that he wasn't sick on Sinbad he made a quick exit to the nearest place he could hurl; the garden. He wasn't pleased with himself knowing now that he'd have one of the gardeners complain about the increase of sick in the garden. Ja'far flinched as he felt a big warm hand rub soothing circles on his back.

"Hey Ja'far you alr'ght?" His words were still slightly slurred so Ja'far knew he was still drunk not quite sober yet. He nodded not being able to find his voice as he sat breathing through his nose deeply. He coughed and stood up only to stumble into Sinbad as he was caught by the drunkard.

"Hey now, should be you catchin' me!" He laughed at his own joke and Ja'far couldn't help a twitch of his lips which he hid behind his sleeves. He coughed again to gain his kings attention.

"Sin where have you been?" He had a smile on his face but his eyes did not smile, Sinbad's laughing died off awkwardly as he squeezed Ja'far in his grip before whistling as if he was innocent.

"Nothin' much. You seen Yamraiha about your throwing up yet?" Sinbad tried to change the subject, but Ja'far took it in his stride.

"Yes I have, but I have spent most of the day looking for you." His voice was icy and Sinbad could feel no way of escaping his wrath unscathed.

"I went drinkin' with Sharrkan. Tha's all." Sinbad pouted slightly arms folded. He was definitely drunk. Ja'far sighed there was no hope for this idiot.

"But anyway, what'd Yamraiha say about why your ill?" Sinbad was starting to sound less smashed but he would still most likely have a hangover tomorrow... and a mountain of paperwork.

"I have to go back in tomorrow at lunch." He stated looking at his king dryly, as his thoughts wondered off to that night.

After the night they had slept with each other Ja'far noticed that although Sinbad wouldn't treat him any different his eyes would linger on his body (much to his chagrin as he could feel it was mostly his butt) and make him all flustered. But Sinbad had not approached him or done anything besides the staring that would suggest he was thinking about that night. He sighed suddenly feeling very tired.

"I'm sorry Your highness, but I think I will retire early tonight." He knew Sinbad was shocked – the sun wasn't even down yet, it was still making its lazy journey behind the horizon. Sinbad nodded in understanding for he must feel terrible for Ja'far to go to bed this early as Ja'far was notorious for pulling all nighters to get work done. Ja'far turned away and was about to walk away when his king who seemed like he had completely sobered up called out his name. He turned and caught a brief glimpse of the turmoil going on in Sinbad's head before he shook his head and it was gone.

"Never mind, good night Ja'far I hope you get better." Sinbad waved a smile on his features. Ja'far shrugged and bowing to hi s king then left for bed. He was out like a light as soon a his head hit the pillow.

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Sinbad looked at the retreating figure, memories of that night flashing through his mind. He hadn't known how to act with the shorter male, but found himself lulled into acting like normal, even though he knew he would sometimes run his eyes over Ja'far's body. He had to stop it wasn't healthy for him to get in a one-sided love knowing that he would get jealous of any man or woman that would get near Ja'far. He pinched the bridge of his nose, he had a feeling that this was only the start of it.