Hello all of my wonderful readers! It is now officially summer and that means updates will be coming in FASTER! So I hope you will enjoy this chapter as much as I have!
WARNING! THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR A REASON! ;D
DISCLAIMER! (because I seem to be forgetting about this, haha woops!) I do not own Ja'far or Sinbad or any material relating to Magi.
Enjoy
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"Let me go!" Ja'far seethed, his eyes finally showing his true fright.
Sinbad pushed his lips onto Ja'far's with his chest flush against the albino. Ja'far turned his head back and forth, desperate to disconnect his lips. Sinbad ignored this and continued to push himself onto Ja'far, moving his lips and sucking on the pick ones beneath his.
Ja'far bit down with all his might.
"Oww!" Sinbad whined, pulling his head away. "I was hopping for a better reaction."
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A better reaction?! Ja'far seethed at the comment. Taking advantage of the taller teen's confusion, Ja'far pulled his head back as far as he could before throwing it froward, causing a sickening "thwack" as is connected to Sinbad's forehead. The purple haired teen groaned at the strike, letting one hand off of Ja'far's wrist in order to hold onto his head. The pain causing him to stumble and take a small step back.
"Ahh, man that hurt." Sinbad laughed, looking up to see Ja'far huffing, his now free arm grasping hold of his trapped wrist.
"Did you expect me to just stand there and let you do whatever you wanted?! Honestly, do I look like I am so weak minded?!" Ja'far shot out venomously, the veins in his eyes popping out a beat red, his face a second sheet of white.
"Maybe not your mind, but it seems to me that your body isn't doing so well right now." Sinbad rubbed at his forehead, his voice muffled as he tried to dull the pain in his mouth, but his eyes were focused on the shacking boy in front of him. Ja'far glared at the piercing golden eyes, scoffing at the so called "concern".
Ja'far ripped his hands away from Sinbad, quickly turning the lock on the stall door and pushing it open and walked out of the stall. Sinbad mentally kicked himself as he watched the other teen walk away.
Ah, man I'm an idiot! Sinbad breathed a sigh through his nose before exiting the stall himself. Surprised to see that Ja'far had not left the bathroom, and was instead staring at his reflection in the sink mirror.
"Are you s-" Sinbad tried to get out before Ja'far quickly replied.
"If you finish that sentence I will not hesitate to bash your brains into the floor. Now I will say it one last time. Leave this bathroom." Ja'far huffed at the giant brute, anger rolling off his shoulders as he saw Sinbad turn to leave.
"I'm sorry." Sinbad said quietly before walking out of the bathroom, the door slamming shut, its echoes a painful reminder to the pale teen that he was alone; in every sense of the word.
Ja'far took a deep breath, watching as the pale figure in the mirror shook, his eyes bloodshot, and a cold air swept through his arms and legs.
I do not have my knives, but I am still strong without them. I am perfectly capable of surviving until I can get a replacement. Ja'far ran his hands through his hair for what seemed like the thousandth time that day, and it wasn't even noon yet. The pale assassin gripped the left handle on the sink and started filling the basin with hot water. Ja'far watched with steady eyes as the water flowed from the faucet and filled the porcelain sink, making a steaming pool of tap water. Grabbing a few more towels, Ja'far dunked them in the water and started washing his arms again, moving to his legs and back, shoulders and neck, and finally his face. If there was one thing that Ja'far enjoyed as much as reading and drinking tea, it was a warn shower. Too bad he was stuck in a boy's bathroom, otherwise he might have enjoyed wiping away the sweat and blood.
What should I do now? Ja'far sighed as he slumped up against the wall and slid all the way to the floor. For once in his life Ja'far wished that he had someone that could take charge and tell him what he should do next.
After a few minutes of silently questioning his future, Ja'far got up off the floor and decided to go back to class. Even if his mind was someplace else, he could still sit in the room and pretend he was paying attention. Maybe he would get lucky and could read his book while the teacher wasn't looking.
So with that in mind, Ja'far walked down the hallway and collected his notebooks that he threw away in his haste. As he reached down to grab the books, the bandage on his left arm unraveled, but luckily no one was around to see before Ja'far could wrap his arm again. Picking up his things, the pale teen walked off to his current class.
Online education is becoming more and more appealing.
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Sinbad resisted the urge to punch his locker, his hands gripping and ungripping on his shoulder bag strap. He had just forced himself onto another boy! And what is worse? Said boy rejected him, clearly extinguishing any hopes that he had of getting closer to him. What was he supposed to do now? He could no longer just ignore Ja'far, and he made it pretty clear that he wanted nothing to do with him. Should he just back off? Sinbad opened his locker with a quick jerk, grabbing his things and slamming it shut once again. I have to at least apologize better.
Sinbad wiped a hand down his face, pausing for a moment over his eyes, enjoying the little darkness he was gifted with. He didn't like to admit it, but he wasn't much of a day lover. He preferred the night time sky, the stars, and the cool winds. And with not many people roaming about in the night, it was quiet and peaceful, intimate even.
Better get to class before they mark me absent. Sinbad grumbled his way down the hallway, glaring at the walls as he passed. A sore cheek, throbbing tongue, and pounding headache put to the side as he focused on nursing his bruised pride.
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After grabbing his discarded things and retrieving a book from his locker, Ja'far found himself face to face with his third period teacher.
"¿Quieres explicarme por qué llegas tarde?" The harsh tone that she used was in no way rhythmic. Ja'far looked away, not wanting to look into her eyes for too long, they reminded him of his coworkers, and that was something he did not want to be reminded of at the moment.
"I was in-" Ja'far started, but was instantly cut off as the angered Spanish teacher slapped her hand down on her desk.
"En Español." She demanded, her deep brown eyes waiting. Ja'far had to close his eyes to resist rolling them.
"Yo en...el baño." Ja'far said, walking to his desk after receiving a nod. The students in the room watched as the teacher scribbled down a note before returning to the board and continuing the lesson.
"Ahora que parece que todo el mundo está aquí, podemos empezar."
Ja'far quietly pulled out the book he had been concealing beneath his folders and turned to the page he was on last. He let his fingers slide down the page, feeling the pressed paper and slight bumps made by the inked lettering. A content air formed around him, like a bubble, protecting his mind from the recent stress that has ripped a whole in his life. The smell was intoxicating, old yet new, and a mixture of ink and dry paper.
Suddenly Ja'far could see himself, middle aged, sitting on a plush blue couch, drinking a cup of tea and reading a book. He did not have to go to work, he did not have to worry about anything, he could just sit and read and drink tea. This was the closet thing Ja'far had to a dream or a goal.
Flipping a page with a slow flick of his wrist, Ja'far took the small second of pause to crack his neck, a popping sound that made the students around his desk flinch with disgust.
A small shine flashed across Ja'far's right eye, like a needle sailing through the air, his bubble was officially burst. With venom oozing from his pores, the white haired teen turned his head to see what it was that blinded him moments ago.
Golden hooped earrings had caught the light from the window as their owner brushed back a piece of hair that had managed to fall out of his pony tail. Ja'far went to turn back around, to try and ignore the fact that his heart had just about jumped out of his chest, but he was stopped as a pair of equally gold eyes turned toward him.
Ja'far wanted to turn away, to ignore the other teen and go back to his book, but he didn't. Ja'far was caught in the light and the glimmer of golden eyes. Ja'far blinked, his attention switching to the red cheek Sinbad was sporting, no doubt a product of his slap, and a small brown shadow casting in the middle of his forehead, most likely caused by the headbutt. The young assassin felt no regret for the abrasions, in fact he was proud. But the light in those golden eyes had not dimmed, even after the sun was blocked by the shifting clouds, they glowed brighter.
Ja'far frowned at the obvious signs of a recovered ego. Damn guy doesn't know when to quit.
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Sinbad raised an eyebrow as he watched Ja'far staring at him. Spanish had never been his favorite class, he was more of a History lover. The memorization of battles and geography, dates of wins and losses, it was simple. The only thing he lacked was the drive to write essays and take tests, they just seem so unimportant.
So after trudging into Spanish class, meeting a thoroughly disgruntled teacher, he was ready to just sleep on his desk and pretend he was looking at his notes. But not even five minutes later did Ja'far walk in, catching the attention of the entire room. His face didn't seem to be as red as it was before, his arms covered in the same white bandages as this morning, but his usually stoic face was clearly annoyed. Is he pouting?
Ja'far managed to escape the wrath of the teacher with a bored face, and slumped into his seat as silent as the dead. Sinbad turned back to his notes, not wanting to meet eyes with the teen just yet.
Damn light! Sinbad squinted in an attempt to block out the heated beams that were cutting into his vision. But in this he caused a few strands of his hair to break out of his pony tail. With a grunt he went to push them back.
Wait, is he looking at me? Sinbad turned and saw that, yes, Ja'far was staring at him. Haunted gray eyes smoothing over his face. He seemed slightly relaxed, a book under his hands, blinking at regular intervals. He seems so...content? Sinbad held in a laugh as he watched the other watching him.
I think I still have a chance. Sinbad smirked, inwardly laughing as the pale teen frowned and turned away.
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"Hey wait! Wait!" Sinbad laughed, running up to a fast walking Ja'far. Obviously trying to ignore the purple haired teen.
"And here I thought that I made it perfectly clear that I wanted nothing to do with you." Ja'far spoke evenly, looking both ways before crossing the street. Knowing first hand how chaotic the streets can get after school has ended for the day.
"Well, um yeah, I am really sorry about this morning, I was way outta line." Sinbad coughed, rubbing the back of his neck as he felt the sting of embarrassment.
Ja'far turned his head away, a small blush on his face as he remembered the kiss. With a shake of his head, and a readjusting the bag on his shoulder, the assassin turned back to face Sinbad.
"Being 'out of line' is an understatement." Ja'far glared. "You followed me into the bathroom when I told you repeatedly not too."
"Well, the bathroom is made for all students" Sinbad quipped.
"You climbed over the door into the stall I was occupying and proceeded to invade my privacy by blocking exit!" Ja'far spoke with a higher volume, catching himself as he saw a few pedestrians looking there way.
"I was trying to help and you were shutting me out." Sinbad said, a small frown on his face as the other's anger continued to rise.
"And I told you that I did not want your help!" Ja'far huffed out angrily. "You cannot just do as you wish or when you deem fit!" Ja'far stopped in his hurried walking and turned to face Sinbad, who seemed surprised by the sudden change.
"Well, I-" Sinbad tried to get out before Ja'far slammed his finger into his chest.
"And you have absolutely no right to kiss me!" Ja'far jabbed his finger repeatedly into Sinbad's chest, feel slightly better with each poke.
"I know." Sinbad said, his eyes boring into Ja'far's shocked orbs.
Ja'far sighed, turning once again from the purple haired teen.
"Don't follow me." And with that Ja'far was gone.
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Buzzzzz
Ja'far had just turned the corner, leaving a confused Sinbad to walk home alone, when he stopped in his tracks. Sweat manifesting out of nowhere. His chest suddenly hundreds of pounds heavier and his breath labored.
With a eerily practiced hand he pulled his phone from his pants pocket.
"You have a new target, Assassin."
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Curse the outside world everyone, for it calls upon me, an unwilling participant.
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