Okay Dears here's Chapter 6. Sorry it took so long if your following my others stuff it'll be posted soon.
That morning had started out as a strange one for Ja'far. It started out with all the university classes that day being canceled until further notice, due to a freak power outage. His roommate had informed him of this early that morning by screaming.
"Fuck yes. No geography test for me- ha ha- take that Afghanistan. "cue more cussing and maniacal laughter, which was an odd way to wake up but the lack of classes was also kind of nice so he couldn't complain too much about Judar's methods. Especially when said very hyperactive and aggressive roommate decided to leave early that day to go annoy some poor soul who worked in the library. Ja'far actually felt kinda sorry for them, whoever they were, but he had managed finish two new novels and finish his last three essays. He was quite enjoying the solitary.
So yes he was having a wonderful day full of peace and fictional characters, and the French revolution before Yam had burst into his room.
"I would just for the record like to state that this is in fact a boy dorm. And as such would like to know how the hell you keep getting into said dorm." He asked dryly without looking up from his book.
"One I'm well aware it's a boy's dorm I mean have you smelt this place-ewww. And Two because I-am-a fucking wizard."
"mhmm." he mumbled skeptically before turning the page. They stayed like that for about ten minutes, him reading and her standing there, a new record before she sighed in exasperation.
"Come on is this really how you want to spend a free day, doing this." She gestured towards him and eyes his book disgruntledly.
"Yes I in fact really enjoy doing "he copied her gesture "this." And moved the book closer to him, offended on the behalves of all the novels out there. Yam flopped down next to him and huffed.
"Alright asshole, but I wanna do something. I unlike you cannot live solely on my rage against the world and books." Ja'far sighed, closed his book and raised his eyebrow in an unamused fashion before looking over at his best friend who was hanging at that moment from his dorm bed upside down, her long hair lightly touching the floor. He smiled at her despite himself, the familiar feeling of affection going through him. Despite his lack of showing and overall lack of emotions in general he really did enjoy Yam's company. Even if she constantly tried to push him into social interactions.
"Alright let's go. What do you wanna do?" Yamraiha looked at the clock then smiled in a way that was positively evil.
Yamraiha had decided much to Ja'far's chagrin and her utmost amusement to go with him to The Rise and Grind right around three o'clock. She had to all but drag the taller male inside and forced him into a booth.
"Ja'far, come on this can't be as bad as your making it out to be." She laughed as she took a sip of her macchiato and glanced around the room, "I mean he's not even here." Ja'far glared at her over his own cup of coffee huffed, she was obviously not taking his discomfort and hate of his stalker seriously.
Though Ja'far wasn't sure if two run-ins that he supposed could be explained in court as coincidences counted as stalking. But the white haired man was pretty sure they were in fact planned occurrences, after all Rise and Grinds Coffee wasn't that good and most self-indulgent assholes went to Starbucks anyhow.
"Well maybe I managed to finally disinterest him. Or maybe he's just waiting for me to get randomly assaulted again." He grumbled before leaning back in the booth not bothering to even look around and give his blue haired companion the satisfaction. Yam laughed again flipping her brightly colored hair out of her face.
"Aww is someone feeling rejected?" She questioned playfully. She was rewarded with her best friend choking on his own spit. He stared at her in horror. God she had thought He was so easy. Her poor oblivious cactus.
"No. what the fuck. Why would you even say that…?" Ja'far stopped midway through and stared at the door with a look of exasperation and annoyance before turning towards his friend and giving her a very pointed look.
Because, standing right there in the door way of the shop was none other than Ja'far's own stalker, yes three times counted, in all his purple haired douche bag glory. Yam however didn't seem to sympathy's with him at all in fact she looked all too pleased.
Ja'far studied Sinbad he looked well odd. He was clutching his large jacket tightly closed, he was taking small almost robotic steps and every now in then he would wince slightly in pin. He threw his friend a puzzled look but she seemed to be too busy trying to control her laughter to notice the larger male's strange behavior. Ja'far simply took another sip of coffee and steeled himself for another terrible confrontation with the other male.
-break-
Sinbad needed to remember that Pitsi should never be allowed to come up with seduction advice, ever. And that Drakon was a fucking troll. Never trust Drakon was now at the top of his personal things to live by right above no more tequila Tuesdays and under license check.
He was having a horrible day, all because he had decided to go with operation Cats?. Oh yes the horrible plan. First off finding a kitten in this city was apparently a lot harder than it looked. He had gone to the pets store first but they wanted a 100 dollars for one cat. No thank you. Sinbad didn't need to spend a hundred dollars on a seduction plan quite yet. Then he had tried the local pound aka puppy prison, but the lady had said she needed to do a bunch of checks and what not before he could adopt. So no to that plan. He was just about to give up, but luckily one of his frat brothers, sister's friend's cat had given birth a month ago. So he could check finding the actual cat off the list.
What Mathias had decided not to mention was that the kitten was in fact Satan's incarnate let lose upon the world. Mathias had brought him the kitten in a carrier and smiled sweetly saying that it was the only one that hadn't found a home before booking it out of there as fast as possible. That probably should have tipped Sinbad off.
"Well" Drakon muttered, "Let's take a look at the little guy." His roommate reached for the carrier along and a small black hair ball had walked out. Sinbad had to admit that thing was cute it had big eyes and little paws. Drakon had squealed in a very unmanly fashion, his roommate was a big cat person, and had reached out slowly to pet it. Only the mini Manson wasn't to having any of that, because the damn thing jump six feet in the air and attack the offending hand with as much malice and aggression as Pitsi playing Mario cart. Drakon dropped the damn thing and wished Sinbad well with his plan.
And now he had the damn thing in his jacket, where it was having the time of its little evil life scratching and biting him. He was forced to hide it since he knew that the rise and grind was not gonna enjoy kitty Caligula on their property, and whenever he so much as blinked the feline would scratch him to its little black hearts content. So here he was in rise and grind, with a demonic cat in his jacket walking like some kinda robot while the few scattered patrons and the object of his quest, Ja'far, looked at him like he was on crack.
This had better fucking work he thought angrily. And he sat down right next to Ja'far. The white haired male leveled a glare at him.
"Excuse me can I help you." The grey eyed man bite out not even hiding his anger, Ja'far's friend was looking at the two of them hand covering her mouth apparently trying to stop herself from laughing. Perfect he thought bitterly.
He opened his mouth to speak the plan was to make a cat pun and then unveil the kitten in hopes of getting a smile or if he was extremely lucky a laugh but instead of feline humor a very, and he would claim it was until the day he died, manly screech came out as kitty Khan bit him.
"Fucking hell, screw this." he yelled before opening his jacket and dumping the terrifying ball of fluff from his chest and into his lap. He herd an intake of breath from his right. He looked over to see Ja'far staring in disbelief at the small feline now in his lap.
"Is that a Kitten?" Then his friend began to laugh loudly while he locked eyes with Ja'far. Well that was the friendliest he'd ever spoken even if it was asked in complete shock. Aww what the hell he'd gone through all this trouble.
"It is. I am not kitten you right meow." that only resulted in the grey eyed males eyes to widen and the blue haired woman across them from making a strangled noise before gasping out in-between laughs.
"You're kidding me oh my god. This is just too good" Then Hannibal the Kittybal decided to scratch him. Sinbad growled but then the kitten was snatched away from him by the smaller male next to him. Ja'far began to coo gently and pet the angry little hair ball. Sinbad took a moment to stare at him he had long pale fingers and his hands looked artistic like they should be used to make music or paint canvases, And his face he was smiling down at the kitten with such a soft look, he looked so beautiful in that moment. He was suddenly very jealous that this angry little feline got that look and all he'd managed to get had been cold glares and blank expressions.
"Did that idiot hurt you aww poor thing." Sinbad tried to not look offended when the cat began purring like a lawn mower.
Ja'far continued petting the small black kitten as if he had completely forgotten Sinbad was there or that he had been the one to magically produce it from his jacket. He was actually quite sure he had forgotten, because Sinbad was sure he would not be caught baby talking to the little creature in front of him.
"So why the Fuck do you have a kitten." He bit out at Sinbad and just like that the softness was gone. The Larger man suddenly went from smiling to looking dejected. He thought it was actually kind of a shame that Ja'far but up such a high wall. He was hot, don't get him wrong, in that weird aloof kinda way, but in that moment he had been mesmerizing.
"Um my friend couldn't find a home for him…."
"So you just put it in your jacket." he growled, "what the actual fuck are you really that stupid." He opened his mouth to answer but was cut off, "actually don't answer that." Then Ja'far pushed him out of the booth motioned for his friend. "Come on Yam," and headed to the door.
"Wait," Sinbad yelled getting over his shock, "That's mine." Ja'far laughed mockingly.
"Not anymore the cat deserves to be cared for by someone with an actual brain and not a walking dildo." Then he was gone.
And Sinbad was left alone with everyone in the coffee shop staring at him. But he counted today as a slight victory. That last statement hadn't been nearly as biting as before and he had finally seen Ja'far show an emotion that wasn't anger.
"You brought a cat in here? "Asked Alibaba in mild shock, "man I'm so gonna lose my job."
So love it, Hate it? Let me know. Also sorry about any mistakes my beta is my roommate but were on break so I can't get my stuff to her. Also to you my roomy did you see my allusion to your own fic wink wink nudge nudge.