If it was one thing she could say about these dungeon-like cells, she would call them unimpressive.

The Torture and Interrogation unit back home was much, much more intimidating, and they even had beds. Not comfortable beds, but beds all the same. In this cell, there was no bed, but the ground was made of soft, supple earth, not hard rock, and the air was pleasantly warm and moist, not cold and dry. She was wearing her own clothes, though dirty, but they were still soft and comfortable. They had allowed her water to wash up, and the food wasn't half bad.

Now, she had to at least acknowledge that they tried to question her, but they had given her absolutely no incentive to comply with their demands. In that regard, she gave them a failing grade.

Even how they were holding her was substandard. Attached to each of her wrists and ankles were thick chains, the manacles not loose, but in no way tight. Her legs had a lot of free movement, which was a mistake, and though they had chained her arms above her head, the chains that bound her ankles did nothing to stop her from standing up to rest her arms. The chain that connected her ankles was longer than was standard, still short enough to keep her from running, but the links in the chain were rusted in some places, and just looking at them, she could tell that they hadn't been serviced in a while. That was sloppy work.

Sakura tested the chains, making sure to that they made almost no sound that would give away what she was doing. The chains were of good material, but they would break if she tried to break free with her chakra enhanced strength. It was made to withstand very strong human, but not a Fanalis. And she was stronger than the average Fanalis. Much stronger.

The stone itself was even weaker. One small punch would break the stone into large pieces; one good yank would pull the chains' moors from the stone itself. And the iron bars on the cell definitely wouldn't be able to withstand her.

Sinbad and his people were smart, making sure that spells that stifled magic were in use everywhere; on her clothes, the walls, floor, ceiling, even the bars on her cell had the runes etched deep into them. It was ingenious, really, stopping people from accessing their magic, from influencing the rukh around them.

There was just one small flaw in that plan.

She didn't use magic. These spells didn't affect her chakra. She just had to use a drop more.

In a way she was a little disappointed. For all that he considered himself to be smart, he obviously either thought that he had her all figured out, or he was looking down on her because she was a woman. While she liked neither option, she would be really upset if it was the latter. But either way, it caused him to take her lightly, to not lock her down like a hardened criminal, to not regard her as a trained killer and have eyes on her at all times. The guards were out of sight, though she suspected not out of earshot. And that was a mistake.

Ibiki would have smacked her over the head and made her go through a round of pain resistance training if she had done such a poor job.

They were underestimating her.

Sloppy.

And some of the generals were versed in the art of information gathering and breaking a person's spirit. She knew this to be true, but from this performance, you wouldn't be able to tell.

Sakura was wondering whether Ja'far had stopped being an assassin due to the fact that he was no good at his job or whether this lack of common sense was due to Sinbad's influence when she was pulled from her thoughts as a loud yawn wafted towards her from the cell next door. She grinned. "Have a nice nap, Tenten?"

She could almost see the smile on Tenten's face. "Are you kidding? This is the best sleep I've had in months, even with my arms chained to the wall behind me."

"That bad huh?"

"I have slept on a slab of rock for the last few months, or at least I think it was a few months. This is an improvement. I seriously miss sleeping in my bed, though. Or any bed."

Sakura was about to laugh and give a witty retort when she heard the door to the outside open in the distance. She grinned. "They're back." She sang softly.

Tenten snorted. "Great, more interrogation through flirting by the king and his generals. Do you think he is in love with himself as much as he wants us to be? Doesn't he know he'll never catch a girl that way?"

Sakura couldn't help it, she giggled. "Coming from the girl who fell in love with the man whose pride was higher than the sky and whose hair was the silkiest amongst us?"

Tenten laughed back. "Oh, that's rich coming from you. If I recall, you fell in love the most popular boy in the village who was an antisocial, elitist bastard who didn't care about others."

Sakura bristled slightly. "Hey that's not fair, he's gotten a lot better these last few years; he's just not a people person and not a talker."

"Hey, no judgement. Neji was the same way. I am surprised he could walk straight with how far that stick was up his ass." Sakura stifled another giggle as Tenten continued. "As for this King Sinbad, I've heard of him before. You know that he is called the Lady-Killer of the Seven Seas, the King of the Pleasure Quarter, the Pervert of the Century, and those are his nicest titles. I heard that he has bedded, or attempted to bed, women of all ages, stations, and walks of life. What kind of a fool country supports a king that will get distracted by anything with breasts?"

Sakura was trying very hard not to laugh out loud, but she couldn't quite keep the quiver of laughter out of her voice. "He became famous by not only being the first dungeon capturer, but also by conquering a total of seven dungeons, creating the world renowned Sindria trading company, and establishing his own country that is open to all and is situated in an area of the world that was once considered to be uninhabitable. He is also considered by many to be a good author."

"If he did all of those impressive feats, why do I only hear of Sinbad the lady-killer? Unless...author... you mean that crummy children's book, the Adventures of Sinbad? That was about him? He's that King Sinbad?"

"What do you mean 'that'? Did you think there were two?"

"Well yeah. How was I supposed to know that the world's most famous dungeon capturer was also one of the world's greatest lechers? I thought that book was just that, a story; a really bad story, I mean the plot was terrible and the embellishments were so outrageous that Guy and Lee could have written it. Wait a minute... this king doesn't...sparkle... when he talks, does he?" Sakura couldn't help it, she snorted. "I'm serious, Sakura. When he talks to people, does a sunset or crashing waves appear behind him?! Does his smile give off a single bright flash like a star?! Well, does it?!"

Sakura lost what little control she has left and broke down. "S-some...sometimes!" She choked out through laughs. She could just imagine the blood running from Tenten's face.

"No, no, no! I can't deal with more people like that, I can't! I'd sooner be eaten by a sea monster, hell I'd sooner marry a sea monster! I'm going to go mad; this world is conspiring to make me mad!"

Sakura laughed harder, knowing that whoever had started down the stairs could hear everything, which made it all the more funny. She gasped for breath as she imagined the look on Sinbad's face if he had heard them. What she wouldn't give to see that. She laughed harder as she voiced her thoughts, Tenten joining in wholeheartedly.

Ja'far and the other generals didn't need to imagine it, they saw it all. They had accompanied Sinbad down to dungeons, expecting another long interrogation where they would take turns questioning them, and the two women doing nothing but glaring, smiling or raising their eyebrows. Last time, they had dozed off during the interrogation, right in the middle of Spartos' questions. But what they didn't expect to hear from them was playful banter, gentle teasing and girlish laughter. What they really hadn't expected was to hear the two prisoners making fun of Sinbad.

And it seemed to be getting to him. Sinbad had turned an interesting shade of red that was stark against his pale, blood drained cheeks.

"A sea monster!" Sharkkan said through quivering lips, visibly straining with the effort it took to not break out laughing. "She said that she would rather marry a sea monster than talk to you!" He covered his mouth with his arm to muffle his partially contained laughs.

Spartos gave a small smile. "They really know how hit you where it hurts."

Pisti grinned slyly. "Especially since Yamu-san and I would share stories with her when she was pretending to be Ana."

Sinbad and the other male generals stared at her and Yamu. "What?" Yamuraiha asked. "She was a friend, and we thought it was amazing that she had resisted your advances so far, and we liked her, so we told her all the old stories."

Drakon rubbed his chin. "I believe that Sahan did the same." All the blood then did drain from Sinbad's face; Sahan knew stories about him that he would rather stay is his past, and hidden, from everyone.

Ja'far was not so impressed. "You shared intel about our king and country with a spy?!"

Pisti glared at him. "Like we knew it at the time. She didn't do anything that seemed out of the ordinary and she tried not to pry. She fooled us all, even you Ja'far. So don't go looking down your nose at us."

"That's right." Yamuraiha agreed. "Besides, it not like we told her how to take you down; we just told her the old stories that used to float around about Sinbad and whether or not they were true. And if I'm not mistaken, you still haven't found Grandma Yaya, or whatever her name really is. Not even my spells can locate her, and given her history of disappearing right before people's eyes, we are not likely to find her that easily. Though I never really sensed either of them using magic, they do have some."

Hinahoho nodded. "We also have to be careful that they have no metal vessels or household vessels. What they can do... it's not normal. They either have magic, or they have dungeon tools, djinn or no. We have to be on our toes, since Grandma Yaya is most likely in possession of at least one item."

Pisti nodded, her eyes thoughtful. "If I had to guess, I would think it would be her torque necklace, or her cane."

"But isn't her cane made of wood?" Spartos asked.

Spartos shook his head slowly. "It always seemed much harder than wood. No matter what she did, it never cracked or broke, and I can tell you that when she hit you with it, it was like being hit with a thick metal pipe or a rod of stone." They heard the two prisoners laugh some more, as if they were gossiping with each other on a beach, not chained to a wall and waiting to be interrogated. "They do not act as if they are being held here against their will."

"What did you expect, that we would just break down and cry?" That made them jump. They hadn't realized that the two women had been listening to them. In their defense, the way that they had been carrying on, the two had seemed wrapped up in their own conversation.

"You can stop hiding around the corner; we know that you're there. Honestly Sinbad, if you all are this noisy when you are peeping on girls, it is a wonder that you can still walk. You haven't exactly been quiet."

Sinbad blushed at that as Pisti and Sharkann tried not to laugh. That pink girl could really get under their king's skin.

Sinbad swallowed, shook his head as if to clear it, then squared his shoulders and swept around the corner towards the prisoners. His generals followed him, unsure of how this session would play out.