"I will do my best to pick my three methods of repayment well," Aladdin promised before he looked around. "I want to help you right now though. You can just sit here while I try to find- Ah," he watched as Judal climbed to his feet, looking around as he slowly moved. The shirt wrapped around his arm was held against his chest as he stood on shaky limbs. The man looked around before looking to Aladdin.

"I have a pen with medicine in it for when I used too much rukh power at once." He felt around his pockets. "I know I had it on me."

"Was it like an actual pen?" Aladdin looked over at the shore, watching the pen sitting, slowly being covered by the waves and sand.

"Yes… Chibi, what did you do?" Judal glared over at him before Aladdin hurried towards the pen, picking it up and dusting it off. He brought it over to the man, stopping him from falling over and smiling sheepishly.

"I dropped it."

"I'm sure," Judal replied,holding the pen to his arm and pressing the end. He hissed, his muscles contracting a bit under his skin as he had the pen make a loud click sound. Aladdin looked at his face, watching him bite his lip. The man's face was filled with pain.

"I don't think you should be doing that."

"You know, just shut up for a minute… there we go." His body seemed to pulse as the darkness around him seemed to get worse. He pulled the end of the pen out and tossed it aside, turning the tube of the pen and shaking his head. "I have five more injections left. I should have refilled this thing."

"Why do you have that?"

"It's for when I use too much power." Judal looked around, turning his head this way and that. He looked at his hand and sighed. "We need to get this wrapped correctly."

"We should get a hotel room and take care of that."

Judal just replied by pulling the boy along. His grip was stronger than Aladdin expected. He was pulled along roughly by the water, the man using him as a crutch. He was stuck taking the man's weight on his own. He pulled the other to a bus stop and looked around as Judal sat down and coughed a bit.

"You look horrible," Aladdin told him.

"And you look like a girl. Do you really want to talk about this right now?"

"You know, this could count as a fourth debt you owe me-"

"God, shut up." Judal smacked him upside the head. "Sit down and wait for the bus, you soul sucking lawyer."

"That hurt, you're such a jerk." Aladdin sat down though, swinging his legs a bit as he brushed the sand off his person.

"My car," Sinbad cried at the sight of his car, the smoke billowing from the hood… or where the hood had been. His eyes were full of tears. "Ah, my baby. Ah, sweet Sindria. What have they done to you?" The man hugged his car, looking at the roof, seeing the rips in the roof. "You'll never drive the streets again, baby. Ah, my first love. What a bittersweet memory you are now."

"Sin, how can you think about something like that right now. Aladdin-"

Sinbad looked over at the man. "How can you be so heartless, Ja'far?! We made sweet love in this baby. Remember? All the times we drove through the drive thru? All the stops we made to the beach and when you kept giving me speeding tickets."

Ja'far could only sigh at the other's behavior. He looked over at Alibaba.

"I've already warned the police. They're all out searching." Alibaba shook his head. "I told Sinbad already."

"I see," Ja'far looked over at Sinbad, giving a small sigh before he walked over and looked at the car. "You only spent ten thousand dollars on it fortunately enough. With your earnings and your books, that is about a week's worth of work."

The man winced a bit. "Oh yes, let's worry over the finances right now."

"I will see to it that your Sindria is taken to a garage." Ja'far looked over at him and smiled a bit. "maybe… maybe they can do something to fix her. Your 'baby' was a nice car. It never broke down on us or had any real problems so to speak."

"I'm so happy you are telling me this," Sinbad wrapped his arms around the man. "I will just have to ride with you from this point onwards. Just a warning ahead of time, we don't drive the speed limit. I don't care how long you were on the force, we drive fast."

"You're such a child," Ja'far told him, but he wrapped his arms around the man and shook his head. "We should have thought of this happening. It was so obvious. Why would Judal be interested in Aladdin unless Aladdin was important."

"I warned you," Sinbad told him, making Ja'far wince.

"Yes, you did. However- Ah, Yunan." Ja'far smiled over at the man as he approached. The man shook his head, bowing to them.

"Forgive me."

Sinbad looked to Ja'far before he frowned at Yunan. "What do you mean?"

"I knew that Solomon had been experimenting on his son." Yunan looked at them with a morose expression. "I had thought that you had been told by the boy, so I had not spoken up about it. Aladdin was Solomon's favorite thing to discuss. I don't remember a day of experiment when I did not hear about the child."

"You knew that he was the lost one?"

"I knew that it might have been him. This evening, I thought that he was just very close to being like Scheherazade and myself. When you don't use the rukh, your vibes that you give off become like yours, Sinbad. I could not tell for sure that he was the one you were searching for until the moment Judal forced him to use his power. When I saw the two of them together, I knew for sure."

"You didn't know," Ja'far smiled at him. "We will find Aladdin and bring him home."

The yellow suited man nodded, turning on his heels after giving another slight bow.

"Why his own son though," Sinbad looked at Ja'far. "Why would someone do something like this to their own child? Could Aladdin have just-"

"If Yunan says it happened, I trust that it happened." Ja'far shook his head, looking at the destruction of the road. A sigh escaped him. "It's not the best news to have for the kid though. 'I'm sorry, but your father made you a weapon and now you are going to be fought over like a child's toy until someone dies'."

"We will find him," Sinbad smiled at him. "When we do, we won't be expanding our rein at all though. We'll solidify our home and we won't have to worry about magi anymore. There won't be a war for power in the underworld."

"Somehow, I don't see everything turning out so clean cut."

"Judal has been suspected of climbing on a bus!" Morgiana ran towards them, holding her phone up. "If we hurry, we can pursue it and get them."

"Yes, please." Ja'far looked at Sinbad and pulled him along. "Enough crying about your car, Sinbad. We will buy you another one if your baby cannot be fixed."

"Fifty thousand dollars wasted," Sinbad murmured, kissing his hand before he pressed it to the back of the car. "I will always love you baby. Never forget that, no matter what happens."

"So dramatica- YOU SPENT HOW MUCH ON THAT DAMN CAR?!"

Sinbad was out of his hands in an instant, leaping into Ja'far's car and starting it up. He sped off immediately. "Send me the coordinates," he shouted out his window as he left. The two were left standing as more police cars arrived. Ja'far looked over at Morgiana before he turned, heading towards the cars and beginning to speak with the first officer that spoke to him.

"Please be safe, Aladdin," Morgiana murmured, looking towards the road in front of them.

"CHIBI! THAT HURTS DAMMIT!" Judal smacked the kid again, lying on a bench outside the small convenience store as Aladdin walked out. The boy had poked at his hand once more, making him snap in pain.

"You fell asleep." Aladdin looked at him worriedly. "Do you feel sick? Are you sure we shouldn't go to a hospital?"

"Not unless you want to be captured." Judal sat up, pulling the bag over to him and fumbling through it, "Good, you got everything."

"Yeah, but I don't understand why you would need hair dye for your hair when yours is already black." The boy shook his head and began to pull out the bandages from the bag, looking at the instructions at the back of the box. "So I need to clean the wound and then cover it with this stuff."

"Come on, brat." The man pulled him to his feet, leading him along the road. They ducked through an alley, stepping over garbage and filth. They went down one street after another. Judal looking around carefully, he led Aladdin to another small business. They headed quietly through the small place, ducking into the bathroom and Judal pushing him into the bathroom.

"Ah, what are we gonna do in the bathroom?" Aladdin looked back at him as the man shut and locked the door.

"We're going to do a few things." Judal looked down at him a moment before shaking his head. "Take off your shirt and sit on the counter while I clean up my hand."

Aladdin pulled his shirt off, looking at the man when he saw the other unwrapping his hand. "Aladdin took the man's hand into his own, touching just around the edges of the wound. "We should close this."

"I'm going to sew it." Judal told him.

"There's so much blood." Aladdin looked at his hand, but Judal took it away, downing a few pain killers before he pulled out the bandages. "I'll wrap this for now and then we'll sew it up later. I think we can handle it later."

"You should have someone-"

"Chibi, we don't have a choice." Judal glared over at him before he began to wrap his hand up. "Lay your head in the sink."

Aladdin laid his head in the basin, looking up at him curiously as the other tied the bandages on his hand and pulled out the gloves Aladdin had been ordered to buy. He looked up at the other before he saw what he was doing. When he tried to stand to get away, but Judal held him down. All he could see was the other's serious face staring down at him.

"Don't move, Chibi."

"I don't want to do-"

"I'm dying your hair black. It's temporary. I had you find it yourself."

"I don't want black hair though!"

"Chibi, you need to shut up." Judal pulled the bottle out, beginning to mix the dye as he held Aladdin's chest down, making him remain in place. "Think of it like a fake tattoo. You've gotten one of those before, haven't you?"

"I don't like this."

Apparently he didn't care though. His hands pulled Aladdin's hair into the sink, beginning to dump the first of the black dye onto Aladdin's blue locks of hair. Aladdin looked up at him as he tried to ignore the darkness that was pouring over his hair. His hair made a loud slapping noise as it was lifted and smothered in the dye. He kept reading through the instructions, holding his hair up in one hand as he read carefully. "Sit tight brat. You're going to be stuck with your head like this for at least ten to twenty minutes. I want to make sure this stays in for a while."

"I don't want it to stay in." Aladdin looked up at him, pouting.

"Do you want something to eat while we wait?" Judal smiled a bit. "We're in a coffee shop. I bet they have something worth eating."

"I'm not hungry. I want my hair blue again."

"I want to not have my hand shot through, but I don't get what I want either. You're just going to have to deal with it for six to eight washes."

"I don't like this at all," he turned away from the mirror a bit, shutting his eyes.

The man leaned down, looking at him carefully before he spoke. "You know what we're going to do?"

"No, but I don't want to know. I don't even feel like me anymore."

"Stop whining and listen. I'm going to have you wash your hair and we're going to wrap it in the car towel you got. We're going to sit down in this place and get a cup of coffee, nothing fancy. Then we're going to go to the bus station. We're going to travel to Los Angeles and we're going to get four plane tickets, two to China and two to Europe."

"We'll be going to one of those places?"

"No," Judal smiled. "We're going to break into Sinbad's house and get the information that I've been wanting from him."

Aladdin stared at him for a while, watching him take off the gloves he had on and begin to work on his hand again. He pulled off the bandage and shook his head, holding up his hand again. "Damn, I'm going to need to cauterize this thing."

"What?"

"I'm going to burn it shut." He looked at it again before cursing. "Shit, it's bleeding out bad."

"How will you burn it shut though?!" Aladdin stared at him until he watched the other move. Judal flicked the lights off, moving to the counter and grabbing a light bulb from its socket and pressing the end that screwed into the wall against his palm. Aladdin could only hear him curse as he went to turn the lights on again. He set the bulb down and shook his head.

"Judal! You need to go to a hospital!" Aladdin watched the other look around again, wrapping his hand back up in the bandages.

"Ah, don't be a wimp, Chibi. I need to just find something hotter."

"You are going to hurt yourself worse."

"Worth it," He looked over before opening the bathroom door. "I think it's been ten minutes." Judal moved forward, pushing Aladdin's head back under the sink and turning on the water. "Time for you to wash this crap out of your hair so we can finish up with plans."

The stuff smelled, making his hair smell, he noticed as the black locks of hair fell over his shoulders. Judal wrapped his hair up in their towel and tugged his shirt back over his head, fixing it into place before he looked at him.

"I guess you'll pass off as my sibling. The hair is my color anyway."

"Your sibling? We aren't siblings though."

"You're really stupid sometimes, brat. Just shut up and let me do the thinking for a while."

"No," Aladdin glared at him as he hopped up. "I don't like this. You said I got three requests of you and we agreed we would-"

"I said three wishes and you haven't made a request." Judal smiled. "You don't even know what you are doing anyway so how about you take your little goody two shoe act and shove it where the sun doesn't shine. Unless you know how to run from three very connected people who know your name, your age, your damn favorite color and thoughts; then don't try to tell me what you think we should do. We're going to fry your little friends' computers, steal their information, get the hell out of this city, and then, we're going to do things my way." He knelt down so they were at equal height, resting his hands on Aladdin's shoulders. "If you have any ideas, then make sure they're good or shut the hell up."

"You suck."

The man snorted. "You wish I did, brat." Aladdin felt his arm pulled into Judal's hand, the man collecting their things into their grocery bag before he led Aladdin to a table. He went to the counter and ordered a couple drinks. All Aladdin could hear was the cooing that came from the baristas behind the counter as Judal spoke about his 'baby sister' wanting to have her hair look just like her big brother's.

"I am not your sister," Aladdin muttered as Judal came back with drinks. The man gave him a warning look before sipping his coffee.