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TReneeM: Indeed, I kind of pair them. Sinja is so cute and so awesome. However, sexual things are a no-no for me, I don't like them (since I'm still a minor XD) Anyways, if shipping, I only write about platonic relationship and nothing more - Fluff, you know? :)

So! Here's the next chapter! Enjoy!

Sinbad's P.O.V.

Today was such a beautiful day. I wasn't woken up at seven a.m. and got to sleep in for two hours. While I was a bit suspicious or even worried as for why Ja'far hasn't came yet, I wanted this moment to last forever so I did not question that matter anymore.

Such a shame no such thing as peace exists in this castle.

"King Sinbad," there was a knock on my doors. It surprised me that the one speaking was Hinahoho.

Anyway, getting up was too much of a pain so I stayed in the bed, not answering.

"King, there are many things for you to do. Please go out, the situation is dire." And I sighed, knowing that resisting was futile. Hinahoho would be calling me for the whole day if needed and he was right - for a king to be still asleep while the others worked would look ridiculous. If I was up but pretending to be working - that was a whole different matter.

Having dressed up, I left my chamgers and greeted the Immuchak. Then I voiced out what has been bugging me since morning: "Where is Ja'far? Why hasn't he woken me up by now?"

The giant however shook his head: "We have no idea where he could be. No one has seen him since yesterday evening."

That information made me a bit unsettled. Could it have something to do with the Al-Tharmen?I shrugged at that thought. It couldn't, right? Ja'far was strong, he surely wouln't be- But then again, he didn't seem in the best condition yet lately and he was injured, wasn't he?

Damn, I was indeed getting worried: "Let's search for him. I have a bad feeling without Ja'far around,"

And with that, we started to look for my second in command, asking everyone in the building about his whereabouts.

Ja'far's P.O.V.

It was cold.

My head hurt, this time the way like it has been hit, not split open. And indeed, it seems my face decided to superbly land on the grass.

Opening my eyes, the bright world greeted me together with the damp and hard ground I have been lying on. It took me a while to remember how exactly I ended up passed out on one of the palace's most secluded gardens. Ah right, I must have overdone the training with my household vessel and weapons.

But really, couldn't I have fallen on my butt instead of hitting the floor face first? Thanks got there were no bruises or cuts, everyone would surely make a fuss about it.

Suddenly, I overheard two voices. The realization that they could see me lying like this hit me and I forced my useless body to stand up and escape. No matter how much I wanted to though, the shivering was too strong and I staggered with every step. The two who I now recognized as Sin and Hinahoho were nearing and I used all of my strenght to use the wires, hook them on one of the turrets and jump up there.

It worked. Though I immediately had to relocate and go down since this time, the fall would earn me at least three broken bones and screwed brain. And I needed my brain. So in no time, I returned down to a completly different part of the castle where currently was no one. It wouldn't do to be spotted in this pitiful state after all.

Catching my breath, I leaned on the wall. My magoi was probably completely drained - my limps felt heavy like lead, eyes closing every while and the trembeling hasn't ceased. I struggled with staying consciouss as the amount of oxygen I was getting felt nowhere near enough. Or at least it seemed so, in reality I must have been somewhere between panting and hyperventilating.

I just needed to get myself into my office or chamber. Office was situated closer to my location so that was the destination. Then, I could lock the doors and lie down without having to worry about others seeing me. Perfect.

Or not.

"Ja'far?" Someone called from behind, making me flinch in surprise for I have not heard them come.

That deep and silent voice belonged to Masrur. I immediately let go of the wall while he walked up next to me, slightly bending his head to see my face.

"Hello, Masrur. What is it?" I forced a smile, carefully and slowly going without any support.

"Everyone's worried," he answered plainly, just as always.

"Why is that so?" I feigned confusion, tittling my head.

"No one has seen you since morning," he explained "King Sinbad looked worried,"

So heavy

"Then go tell Sin that I was taking care of what he had ditched,"

So painful

"Are you okay?" the younger one suddenly asked and I noticed that my legs had stopped.

Give in

"Yes, why?" I couldn't look up. If I did, he would notice my unfocused gaze, hear my laboured breathing. He would know I was lying.

But it hurt. My head, my chest, everything. It felt as though there was something crushing me. Masrur, the ground, the world - it spinned and spinned, leaving me clueless as for where it is that I was. Any longer and I might even forget who I am.

"Masrur? And Ja'far?!" Another person came in and I knew right away who it was - Sinbad. Why did he have to find us now? Why did he have to choose such a bad time.

I couldn't go on anymore. It was meaningless anyway, both of them must already be suspecting something. If not because of my silence, then because of the fact I was leaning to the wall and desperately pressing my temples with eyes shut.

They were saying something but I couldn't hear them. The only thing I was aware of was the darkness.

Sinbad's P.O.V.

"Ja'far! What's wrong?!" I called out again and again but the latter no longer seemed consciouss. The white haired man fainted into my arms and now that his face was burried into me, I noticed that he was burning.

"Masrur, call Yamuraiha and the doctors. I'm taking him to his room." carrying him bridal style, I ordered. The Fanalis just nodded, concern clear in his eyes and ran.

I also rushed. First of all, the fever Ja'far had was way too high, fourty degrees celsius at least, and yet he was shivering real bad. Except for his flushed cheeks, the complexion resembled a paper sheet, white and lifeless. It scared me.

"Ja'far, you idiot!" I cursed, running faster.

After few minutes we arrived to the place. I laid him into the bed and immediatelly found a towel, drenching it in cold water and putting it on Ja'far's forehead before removing the keffiyeh. His clothes and wires with darts were going off as well, leaving him in his single shirt and pants. He looked so defenseless and vulnerable like this.

In no time, Yamuraiha and other doctors came. I was to wait outside.

There all the remaining generals stood, confusion and worry apparent.

"What happened?!" Sharrkan was the first one to ask, his expression bewildered. "Masrur suddenly came for Yamuraiha, saying that Ja'far collapsed!"

I myself was just as shocked as them but seeing them like this, there just had to be someone to calm them down. Such a shame that someone couldn't be me.

"Sinbad, is he hurt?" Hinahoho took over, his tone calm despite his frown. The elder was just protective as me after all - he might have even thought of Ja'far as of his own son. But he managed not to freak out.

I shook my head: "It doesn't seem so. I found him and Masrur in the halls when he suddenly keeled over."

And this time the attention was on Masrur.

"He seemed fine until then," the man said before anyone could speak up. "But his steps were hesitant."

Out of blue, the doors opened and there stood our magician, her face uneasy.

"Yamu, how is he? Is the workaholic going to be fine?" Pisti crashed into the bluenette's dress.

Yamuraiha sighed and I got a bit scarred about the reply. She must have sensed my fear and gave us a smile: "He's going to be okay," and the smile slipped: "but fine is not how I would describe his state now."

She leaned on the door frame, looking at us: "He's extremly exhausted and stressed to begin with, seems like he hadn't slept in ages. His magoi is messed up - has he been overusing the household vessel?" She directed the question at me. I however had no recollection of that, excluding the case with an intruder, but he didn't use Bararaq Sei so much that time. And Ja'far didn't have that little magoi.

The woman carried on: "Anyway, the problem is - he neglected his health, hadn't been eating properly apparently and now came down with a cold. In my opinion, it would be the best to keep him in the bed for a few days."

And with that, she told everyone to return to their work with a soothing voice. I however, did not. Was it my fault? Was I burdening him too much? He was already sick yesterday - I shouldn't have overlooked the situation. I should have made him rest more instead of drowining myself in alcohol.

I could have prevented this from happening.

"I'm so sorry, Ja'far."

Ah, this was so hard to write... I hope it wasn't bad.

See you guys later, love ya!