I do not own Magi! Only Oc(s)
Muu was able to drag Myron and Lo'lo away reluctantly once I asked him to, promising to explain my relationship with Sinbad later. That only left Sinbad. He did in fact grow a few inches taller but his movements looked more fluid as his once lanky limbs gained muscles, filling his body, giving the overwhelming feeling that he was a true king in every sense. His jewelry was bright against the sunlight, but not too flashy with his simple clothing of mostly white with a hint of purple. At least his big ass eyebrows grew into his forehead.
Don't forget, you are a king as well, Leon murmured within my mind.
I smiled at the remind, thankful.
Sinbad was the first to start the conversation, "So, Muu, huh?"
I narrowed my eyes at him, his smirk playful but there was something in his tone- almost possessive.
"I'm guessing the other generals are nearby?" Ignoring his question and changing the subject.
There was hesitation, but a nod was all I needed.
"Let me to see old friends before we continue."
Walking up to the building had been impressive. Centrally located in one of the heaviest traffic areas of the city and close enough to the sea port for shipments to be easily accessible. People flowed easily in and out, most wearing the same uniforms representing the Sindria Company. No doubt Ja'far had planned it accordingly.
The building itself was impressive by its meer size. Towering over the surrounding buildings made it look out of place, but dominated the atmosphere.
Sinbad, walking next to me, stared at me the entire way to the building. Almost fixated. From my obvious observations of the building, Sinbad followed my gaze.
"It was hard, you know?" Turning towards him, I noticed his smile, but his eyes. He seemed to be remembering the past few years.
When I didn't comment, he continued. "Returning to the usual business. Having barely enough time to mourn our friends or family. Yet the world kept spinning. As if nothing happened."
We were entering the building when he commented, "I never stopped searching for you."
A pang within my chest shocked me. Sorrow? Regret? General panic?
Once Sinbad entered the building, those within the area greeted him friendly, a smile plastered on their faces. Ja'far was easy to find within the crowd, commanding attention to those he faced in the center of a circle of people, pointing in various directions as different groups hustled into that direction. He didn't look to appear that different expect obviously the growth that had occured, only slightly taller me. He wore the traditional Sindria Company outfit with long green hat that matched his eyes.
Walking towards him, a smile only grew on my face forgetting the previous pang. It wasn't only till he spotted Sinbad, then noticing me. He squinted at first, walking towards us with brisk steps till his eyes widen. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again, seemingly at a lost for words- well that's a first.
Hinahoho walked over to Ja'far, carrying a large shipment on his shoulders, balancing it with one hand. "Close your mouth, Ja'far. What would Rurumu think?" As he tried to close his mouth with a large finger only for it to open again.
Turning his head he finally noticed me beside Sinbad.
"Sage?" He mused.
"Sage!" A crash sounded around the room as Sharrkan raced towards me from the side of clearing with his arms open.
Nearing, I stepped only slightly to the side. He flew past me, falling onto the ground.
"Ay, that wasn't very nice to do to your mentor," he grumbled, pouting, as he glared at me from the ground.
The next one I saw was Marur. He clearly grew the most out of everyone, reaching past Sinbad's height. I gawked slightly before he saw me. The shipment he was moving on his shoulders, he put down where I supposed it was suppose to go before he walked calmly towards me with his cool slanter.
I ran the rest of the way, jumping up so he could catch me, "Masrur!" Gripping his Sindria uniform as he held me with one arm, clearly not surprised.
Those that were surprised, however, stared blatantly at her and the fanalis. Sinbad looked the most surprised at the scene they were creating, his eyes seemingly bulging out of his face.
Loving the look on their faces, I turned towards Masrur and whispered in his ear, "Wanna spar?" I smirked, knowing fully that I had no chance against him. Never did. Unless I used my djinns.
Sinbad's face dropped at the closeness between us, probably imaging what I had to say to him at such a close proximity, and Ja'far's mouth couldn't drop any further.
Masrur put me down, instead holding Tipu as he purred louding in his strong arms. Masrur eyed me cautiously, "You smell different."
"Good or bad?"
"Different."
I stared at him with slanted eyes, "Great. Thanks. After all these years of traveling and not seeing you once," pronouncing it loudly and having a pause for affect, "that's all you have to say to me?"
Masrur didn't say anything more as he looked down at me, taking in my full appearance.
"Traveling?" Ja'far finally questioned as he stared at her as if she were a ghost.
I nod, "Yep! Traveling here and there, visiting… just about everywhere!"
"Then why the emblem?"
"For protection, I suppose." Quoting what Muu had always said. Not like I couldn't protect myself.
"The Alexis family has asked for her hand in marriage." Sinbad said freely, staring directly at her, almost disappointedly.
A gasp sounded throughout the building, the employees long ignoring their work for the attention set on her as the generals appeared to be transfixed.
"Let me explain." I mumble, "But first, I want to know everything that has happened since I've been gone!" I smiled warmly at everyone. A long pause ensued.
Sharrkan was the first to respond, starting from when they got to Reim. How they had to basically rebuild from the beginning and after a year of building up the company again, they found another island. Within the Imuchakk territory was one that was essentially the same size, had a good climate, and most importantly, protected alongside the Imuchakk. The Rampaging Unicorn coming through that area and having a spectacle as well, similar to the last. That was where the other generals were as well, keeping it running smoothly. Mystras was replaced by his younger brother, Spartos, as a representative from Sasan. Hinahoho's children were growing up quickly. Sinbad, was as much king as Sage had originally thought.
When he was done, Sharrkan breathed quickly, running out of breath before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and offering her a night on the town for drinking.
"No thanks, I'm gonna spar Masrur." Even though I never got an answer.
Everyone turned towards Masrur and back to me. Clearly spectacle as to why, since Masrur was larger in size and strength. Obviously it was not gonna be much of a spar.
"That is, if Masrur will allow me to use one of my djinns?" I asked while turning slightly towards him with large puppy eyes.
A curt nod was all I needed before I squealed with excitement.
"One," placing more empathize, "of your djinns?" Ja'far questioned.
I nodded, "You'll see." I smiled slightly, "I'll explain that later too, that is, if I lose."
Seems like a little wager never killed nobody. Everyone was excited as I was lead to the rooftop by Sinbad with the generals on my heels and the rest of the employees curious as to what will happen. Tipu sat on his haunches next to Sinbad, Sinbad giving him enough space as if he was afraid of him.
Once centered in the middle of a large circle, "So, are you going to attack or should I?" I asked.
Without a response, I took the opportunity to attack first.
I held out one of my swords with both hands, "I call upon the Spirit of Deception and Mischief, Kitsune!"
The burning sensation within began to grow to my limbs, blurring my vision momentarily.
The crowd awed at what I knew they saw.
My fingernails growing sharper, looking similar to claws. The red stripes on my face only elongated with a new red stripe forming between my eyes, going into my hairline. Ears protruded my white hair as two tails whipped behind me. The garment was loose, covering the majority of my breasts, stopping halfway down with open shoulders and large, open sleeves that fell down to my fingertips. My stomach was mostly covered with slits on the sides. A white fabric hung around my hips with a thin bright red fabric hanging in front as thigh high stockings with red designs stopped where it began.
My sword transformed to jewelry around my hands that crawled up my fingers, a blackish tone of metal against my pale skin.
Floating slightly off the ground, I asked nonchalantly, "What are you staring at?" I laughed behind a wide sleeve at Masrur as his facial expression hadn't changed much yet his eyes were widen ever so slightly.
With my comment he stood in his usual fighting position that I remembered, a relaxed pose with his arms in front of him and him leaning back on his back leg.
Perfect.
Hopefully all that training with the fanalis corps set in. Regular strength training and being beaten was humbling. Tipu knows how much I got my ass handed to me on more than one occasion.
"Here I come!" I barked out, my excitement too much contain as I raced forward with my hand reaching out towards him. He never moved.
Instead he spun around and blocked my doppelganger's attack with his forearm. As I raced from behind him, I swung a well aimed kick at his side.
It struck. Masrur turned around quickly with a quick kick, but by then I was out of reach. Just barely. A well-aimed foot flying past her nose. I have to be careful.
From everyone else's view, I was invisible. The djinn's power of manipulating light and water was good for cover, if you were quite enough, and had the power to fool everyone's eyes. Majority of people relied too much on their eyes than their other senses.
Unlucky for me though, was that a fanalis didn't need their eyes. Learning that the hard way when training with Myron. Their sense of smell was overwhelmingly talented. But, until Masrur was able to figure out that little bit of information, then she will have the upper hand.
Several other doppelgangers appeared in the meantime. One 'ran' particularly fast, another coming into a sparring match against Masrur. Each one was like controlling a play within my mind, trying to control several actions at once, the strain making it difficult to other factors.
Another flaw in the djinn's power is that the figures made of light and water only had power when given it. Meaning, that as long as the opponent fighting the mirages didn't know they were being fooled, they had power. They materialized. Their hits were precise. And their actions meaningful. The instant they figure out they were being duped, they cease from having any physical affect. As long as they knew in that instant.
I smiled at Masrur's quick movements, fighting against several of the doppelgangers at once. His movements were deadly, and precise. From where I floated, I was at his back. No one's eyes on me as I looked around the crowd that was fixated on the scene. I looked on the other side of the crowd and spotted Sinbad's gaze where I was. His eyes seemed to look through me. How is that even possible? He shouldn't be able to see me. No one was able to figure out her djinn's power so quickly. As fast as it occured, his eyes drifted towards the fight once more.
I shook off the eerie feeling. It was nothing.
Turning back the spar happening, Masrur was still holding his own. When one doppelganger threw a punch towards his face however, he allowed it to graze his cheek with one movement of his head. He closed his eyes momentarily, his nose flaring slightly before he eyed the area where I was.
Well that was quick.
Even as he raced towards me, the doppelgangers attacks were still materialized, guess he still hadn't figured out that part yet.
I held up one hand, easing the strain of hiding my form from the crowd, aws sounding around.
All except Masrur could see me now, not that he really needed to as he got closer, his sense of smell was heightened with the proximity. The doppelgangers following.
I was the first to attack with several attacks aiming towards his stomach. On the last one, Masrur caught my wrist and held me higher into the air till my face was almost parallel with him. I released the doppelgangers and mirage on Masrur, allowing me to materialize in his view.
"Guess you caught me," I smile. Just like in the old days when we would race around the island. Of course he gave me an hour head start yet would always finish before me.
Masrur put me down once I released my djinn equip, sword back in hand, obviously accepting defeat.
Clapping sounds around the crowd slowly then growing into an uproar on the roof. Masrur patted me on my back, reassuring me that I fought well.
Not well enough, Kitsune growled.
"That was impressive," Sinbad walked towards me and Masrur, looking down with that damn smile he used on all women. "Now, are you going to tell us about your travels?"
Well I'm back? Lol
Sorry for the long wait everyone! I know it's been... a year? Since I posted anything on this story?
*Scratches head* Guess I also should finish up some other stories too while I'm at it...
Well, everything is going well for me though, got busy for awhile but I am at a better place then previously and with school still going on I will try and find time to write/finish up the stories I've already started.
As always, please review! I love any commentary and would appreciate constructive criticism!