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Disclaimer: I do not own Magi: Labyrinth of Magic, nor its characters.
Warning: Major OOCs aboard. PWP. SinbadOC... AliMor... AliKyou... SinKyou... heck, this will probably end up with SinEverybody and AliEverybody. But don't expect too much yaoi.
Chapter 1
The King's Predicament
Aladdin and Alibaba were at loss for words. In fact, they had no idea what to say. How would they be able to help the forlorn King? Upon seeing the quizzical looks on the young ones' faces, Sinbad smiled at them cheerfully.
"Aa, never mind that. Why don't we check the rooms they had for us? I heard that the chambermaids are very lovely..."
With a snap, the two immediately lit up. It was women they were talking about.
That night, Sinbad found himself walking aimlessly (or staggering as Ja'far and Masrur would describe it) on the main deck of the ship with a bottle of wine – the strongest the ship had to offer. Ja'far had completely forbidden him from drinking more than he could keep himself sober with, but seriously – who would not want to drown in wine when he is faced with the predicament that became the form of a woman. His lips touched the bottle's end and drank from it. Why was it a must that he marries? He had been King of Sindria for fourteen years without much ado about getting a wife. His men had been pestering him to settle down since his age hit the mid-twenties, but as always he turned down every possibility to wed – from the Princess of Kou, to the Queen of Aktia, and to the 3rd Imperial Princess of Heliohapt.
He did not want to marry. Not when he was like this. Not when he could not even forget.
In fact, there were only two women who bore such significance in his life. His mother, Esla and... Sinbad took another drink from his wine.
The sky was clear and full of stars – he wondered what his mother would have thought of the sky tonight. Would she cry of happiness to see such beauty in this hopeless world? Would she smile lovingly at her son whom she showered with love despite her condition?
The King could not help but feel a sting in his chest as he was reminded of his dear mother. But he brushed away the thought as he took another gulp from his bottle of wine. Whoever discovered the how wine was made... Sinbad could not think of how many thanks he had given for the discovery of this liquid that washed his anxiousness and worries away.
Today was one of those days that he simply wished to be normal. But he had no choice – it was his destiny – his fate – that brought him to where he is right now. However, what was all the glory and praise when what he truly desired would never be within his reach?
How he would love to curse his life... yet he could not. It was frustrating. To be someone he never wanted to be.
The train of thoughts came crashing from its railings when Sinbad had the urge to pee. It was natural, as it was probably his fourteenth bottle of wine for the night. Surely, Ja'far would nag him fifty ways until Sunday once he finds out that Sinbad had practically drunk his night off. Again.
The King of Sindria staggered as he made his way to the end of the vessel. He could barely see the trail of waves created by the ship as it cut through the sea. His eyes immediately found the perfect place to let go of nature's calling.
As Sinbad whistled, he heard someone sniffle - perhaps the wine was taking its toll on him. Again, there was a sniffle. The King looked over to his right and saw a woman on the edge of the ship. She had her hands hold the railings on her back.
Before Sinbad could even do – or say – anything, she jumped.
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