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Focalor's vessel sigil began to glow brightly as Judar looked up, a weight off his shoulders, as he sat up straight. "I love High King Sinbad, my King, and I want him back." Focalor's Djinn form wisping from the seal to bow to Judar before looking at the General's he helped Sin to fight aside.

"I want my champion back, I have seen a majority of this fool's story personally," a shudder ran through his shoulders as the blue male gave a cocky grin at the frowning Magi above him, "what he speaks is truth. Get your King." With that the figure receded into his vessel.

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"Judar…" Hakuryuu paused with his mouth open contemplating his next words carefully, a deep sadness filling his azure eyes, "I… You…" Tears began to slip down his cheeks as lowered his head in regret from not protecting his friend. What good am I if-

Judar floated himself up so that he could drape his arms around his young Prince's shoulders, his forehead resting on the top of Haku's head. "Don't. It's done, and I'm almost free. We just need to rescue my King. Okay?" The Magi felt a small nod as his answer before he let go and settled his feet back on the ground, walking to the head of the table crimson eyes scanned the somber figures staring at him with understanding. "Now that that's out of the way, and you all understand what I didn't want to share, let's decide how to get our King back home."

Everyone's expressions morphed from abashed and sullen to determined, the fire that burned in them all for their King igniting audibly as they called out their agreeance before diving into strategies.

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Murmuring and intense pain is what Sin awoke to, discombobulated he tensed his muscles getting a feel for what was causing him so much agony, several sore spots along his ribs, cheeks, and a heavy metallic taste in mouth brought back the King's memories.

Kouen had brought him back to the Kou Empire ship upon landing on the deck an intense electrical current ran through the King's body, Baal's energy trying to combat it but failing as the sensation intensified. "Release your equip, King Sinbad." The dead voice of the sorceress of Al'Thamen spoke from behind him, continuing to pump electricity into the King's body.

"What is this, Kouen!" Sin cried out as he staggered forward, as he clenched his fists in the robes of the red-haired man, agony and betrayal running through Sin's mind.

"You're my prisoner, a defiling scumbag, release your equip." Kouen barked at the violet haired male hanging off him, pulling his right arm back before slamming his fist into Sin's solarplexius.

Air! Sin couldn't breath as the oxygen in his lungs was forcefully expelled by the raging man towering over him now, more punches raining down along his ribs, the flurry of blows forcing the Sindrian King to stumble back. The electrical current still mauling his system enough to prevent Sin from recovering enough to block or dodge the hits, his half-closed eyes widening as he watched in slow-motion the knee coming straight for his mouth. Managing to move his head backwards with the hard boned slam Sin narrowly avoided losing his teeth, but could feel the blood pouring from his split lips as his head cracked against the hard wood of the deck. Baal's equip releasing just as darkness overtook Sinbad's consciousness.

"Ah," coughing and groaning from the pain Sin spoke out loud to himself, "it's been a long time since I've had my ass handed to me so badly." Aside from my lovable maniac...

"Serves you right, for what you did to our Judar," the rare voice of Koumei added from his side as the prone King tilted his head towards the man.

"Oh, you're here, too." Struggling to pull in enough oxygen to breath and talk Sin continued, "Funny, all I ever saw or sensed was Kouen, but Kouha, that sorceress, and now you managed to infiltrate my Kingdom."

"Actually, you are in Kou, King Sinbad." A glare from the one visible pale red eye was clear in the near dark room, "Do not forget you're of no equal standing with us, use our proper titles, or we will insure that you rot to death instead of being trialed." The second oldest Ren prince called out as he dropped a tray near Sinbad. "The empress wants to see you later now that you've finally woken, so a guard will be here within an hour to collect you."

Finally…? "What do you mean "finally woken", Prince Koumei?" Sin spoke with a soured expression though confusion colored his tone.

"You have been asleep for a fortnight, King Sinbad. Again, the Empress demands your visit, you have an hour to be presentable." With that said Koumei walked from the darkened room, leaving Sin to haul himself up gingerly into a sitting position by leaning back heavily onto his palms. Learning in the transition that all his jewelry had been removed, even his hoops had been taken, as well as his distinguished robes and shoes. He was left with only a thin robe that just reached his mid calves and was without any footwear, groaning he dropped his head forward at the lack of respect.

Shifting his weight Sin brought one palm to rub down his face, before slicking it through his tangled hair, carefully surveying where he was being kept. With his eyes having been adjusted to the pitch dark he could tell it was a small room that seemed to have been designed with the intention of being used as a holding cell. There were no windows, a silhouette of a candle caught the King's eye, in the lackluster room. He wasn't on a bed by any means, it seemed to just be a hay-filled roll with a scrap of cloth as a makeshift blanket of sorts, pulling his legs under his aching body Sin managed to crawl toward the candle.

A sigh of relief escaping him as he felt for and found a few scattered matches, with the ignition of light Sin was momentarily blindsided, fumbling to catch the wick and shake out the diminishing flame. Settling back with a wheezy sigh the captured King glanced at the mess off 'food' thrown on the tray, a thick yet runny mixture with chunks contaminating what may have been stir-fried vegetables and the burnt shred of bread. The only think from the tray that Sinbad found appealing tugged a smile on his cracked lips; even as he knew that the golden rouge fuzzy fruit wouldn't satiate the hunger churning his stomach Sin wiped off the grime on Judar's favorite sweet. The sweet nectar from the peach quenching his thirst and soothing the jagged cuts in his lips as the purple-haired man hummed in appreciation to the familiar taste.

I needed a reminder of you my love, Sin thought to himself as his Rukh danced lightly rather than hanging glumly in the air as they had been, I hope you're being cared for… Sin knew and trusted Ja'far, the man had pledged his loyalty to him decades ago, but he also knew of the animosity between the silverette and ravenette. Munching absent-mindedly as he worried over his trouble-maker and advisor the time quickly escaped him. Just as he finished sopping up the grool the door was thrown open and in walked a rapidly apologizing guard as he fidgeted behind the blazing tower of a man. The damning glare that was boring into Sinbad's hardened gold orbs could've melted a weaker man, but Sin merely glared back with a set frown on his face. The despise and illwill from Kouen tainting his Rukh a sickly grey, the sight deepening Sin's frown as he eyed the Prince before him wearily.

"Sire, the Empress requested I retrieve him, I'm sorry. You shouldn't be dirtying your hands anymore, the Empress wishes for me to tend to him." The guard straining his hands in his nervousness to speak against his Prince's deeds.

"Leave." Kouen demands without turning from Sin and the guard quickly complies, "Rise."

Sin sighed before gingerly lifting his body, cradling his ribs with a scowl pointed at the gruff man before him, "Where are you leading me."

"While you may be filth to us, you will not present yourself as you are to the Empress. We aren't savages like you, we'll permit you to have small dignity before your death, even though you stole Judar's." Kouen ground out with each step they took, the way he spoke silently conveying he disagreed with what he had to say.

Seeing how he was close to snapping Sin chose to remain silent as he thought to himself, If only you knew who really stole Ju's dignity, but it's not my place to tell. I promised him I'd take his secrets to my grave if he requested it… I also promised I'd always be there for him… My Rukh counts, right? His thoughts turned to question the glittering birds trailing around him, their answering bobs letting him breathe just a bit easier.

The scarlet man from head to toe lead Sin to a washroom of sorts, the room severely lacking in the things his own had, there was a tiny wooden tub with only a few buckets of lukewarm water. At least he had an entire bar of soap and wash cloth to scrub with, as Kouen shut the door Sin got to disrobing and washing himself. Using minimal water to wet his body, quickly spreading the soapy rag over his frame until he appeared as a walking bubble, then efficiently pouring the water over himself the care he took allotting him plenty of water still to cleanse his hair. Tipping his head forward, a wince as the motion compressed his ribs, Sin soaked his head hair and scalp in one bucket while bringing the soap to his oil and water sodden strands. Vigorously scrubbing the cinnamon scented soap into his hair and head, using his nails to cut through the grease and tangles that had formed in the two weeks he'd been out of it, finally when he could rake his fingers through without catching knots and the bubbles appeared white he rinsed it all out in the other bucket. Standing up from the floor he walked toward the wooden tub and dipped himself to fully remove all suds just as the impatient knocking began followed by a gruff command to hurry up.

The privilege of washing the blood and dirt from his body allowing Sin to see the damage that Kouen had wrought on him. His torso was a sickly green and yellow color meaning that he had quite literally been blue and purple after the beating on the ship. Drying off before donning a fresh robe Sin looked around for something to tie his violet locks with, a heavy sigh escaping him as he didn't see anything, the door slamming open telling him he'd taken too long just like the hard hand that grabbed his hair to drag him out.

"I CAN WALK! STOP DRAGGING ME!" A hard fist to his already bruised jaw left Sinbad spitting blood as he cut a glare up at the eyes of fire boring down at him. The hit had knocked Sin to a knee, but the fist in his hair kept him up.

"Shut. Up." Kouen ground out his teeth clenched with a unsettling red color painting his face with the strain he felt from his own self-restraint. "Mother would be mad if I killed the only link she had to OUR Oracle."

Sin remembered exactly why he hated being the underdog, why he fought for equality, and why he never wanted to force someone into following being apart of him… Spartos and Pisti's parents don't count… That was playing around. He thought to his chirping Rukh as he felt as though they were scolding him. I spend too much time around Ja'far if I feel as though I need to explain myself to my own Rukh… Lost in his thoughts the Sindrian King hadn't realized he'd been dragged the whole way until he was thrown to his stomach before a platform and the nasally chortle of the Empress infested his ears.

Drawing to his knees without bowing, blatantly disrespecting her power, Sin scowled deeply at the vile snake before him. The weight of her venomous glare covered by the disgustingly sweet act she put on only festering the hatred in his heart toward her. "My, my, dear Sinbad, King and Conqueror of the Seven Seas; I've heard some truly distasteful thing about you. What have you done with my sweet, little, Magi?" She questioned as though she hadn't pillaged the boy she spoke of herself, as though Judar was actually someone she cherished.

"I loved him, unlike you, I loved him." Sinbad spoke daring to glare at her, silently conveying that he knew what she did, who she was.

"Oh," the lilting voice inquired as she giggled chastising behind her fan, "that's not what my sons tell me, Sinbad. They speak of you forcing him down, into submission, and crying for you to stop as you ravage him on a forest floor. How many times has that happened? How many time did you break my to-, my treasure?" She corrected herself without anyone noticing, aside from Sin as his glare hardened in response.

"I have never forced him into anything. I have always erred on the side of caution for him, letting him have the control that was stolen from him."

A hard hit to his head forced Sin to catch himself on his palms least he crack his forehead into the wooden slats under him. "LIAR!" A swift kick to his already bruised ribcage left the King coughing, blood mixing into the droplets leaving him, "Manipulative bastard!"

"Judar had plenty control, he could create all the chaos he wanted, and venture wherever he willed so long as he returned. So long as he fought for us, he was given everything he could ever want." Gyokuen smiled pleased as Kouen continued to bombard the thief before her, even as some of Sin's blood splattered the front of her kimono, droplets of his pain sliding down her cheek to paint her lips.

The pink of her tongue swiping some of the crimson from her lower lip, Gyokuen laughed wildly as Kouen finally stepped back from the bloody wheezing mess sprawled in front of the elevated platform. Sin's lungs burned from the continued pummelling, his muscles tense from the lack of oxygen, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been in so much agony because he'd always been able to retaliate without consequence, but this time Sin knew he couldn't. Sure he could go fist to fist against Kouen Ren, he could even use his Magoi Manipulation, but Judar willing protected this man at his own sacrifice and Sin didn't want to hurt someone the broken Magi loved. Sin just went with it, a feeling blooming in his gut that something good was going to happen, laying on the floor in pain he began to laugh along with the Empress herself.

Curling in on himself more as the full bellied laughter caused a flash of pain each time his ribs moved, "What's so funny?" The Empress stopped mid laugh staring at the mad-man in question.

His laughter dying down Sin gingerly sat up, a light burning in his eyes as familiar Rukh flooded around him startling the other others in the room, "Let him choose then." Black and White Rukh swallowed Sin just as the roof came crashing down in pieces as an array of magics bursts the barrier that had been in place. Three figures descended into the room behind the loudly chirping mass, vermillion eyes tinged darker with a deadly intent locked with grey-blue over the mass, Judar, Aladdin, and Alibaba stood in a triangle formation. Judar at the foremost point raised his left hand toward the pile, the pulsing Rukh swirling up and toward him, Sin being lifted and held up near him as Judar's magoi leached out into HIS King's body. The violet haired male sighing in relief as his ribs painlessly reset and the other injuries quickly healed with the influx in his system.

"Judar!" "My sweet, little Magi!" Both members of Kou Empire exclaimed once the surprise cleared their systems. Kouen taking on his fire Djinn, Gyokuen slowly rising up as two Al'Thamen priest entered from seemingly nowhere, all taking in the sight before them.

"My, you two have grown!" Gyokuen cooed at the younger King and Magi, eyes flitting between Aladdin's veined cheeks with his Rukh at the ready and Alibaba's blazing appearance, the look in her eyes unsettling both boys. "And you, Judar," the ravenette's jaw clenching as her eyes raked down his form, "you seem to be under that vile man's spell. Don't worry dear, if you just hand him over I'll make it to where he won't taint you anymore." Her smile deepened as fear flashed over Judar's crimson gaze, momentarily deadening his gaze, before Sin reached out and looped their fingers together.

"Ha, like we'd ever let you kill King Sinbad." Alibaba called out before a snarl caught all their attentions, dragging them to the flaming red-head, just as Kouen launched a fireball at Sinbad. The attack bursting around the King and his Magi in a puff of grey smoke dissipating to reveal Judar's Borg. Sin had also moved to block the attack, not realizing that his Magi has erected a barrier in the nick of time, the older turning his back to the attack and cradling Judar against his broad chest. The sneaky snicker answering Sin's internal question of why there wasn't immense pain or the smell of burning flesh, his golden gaze peering down at happy crimson peeking through stark bangs.

"Think I'd let that hit me, Moron?" The ravenette whispered before raising on his toes to press a kiss to the slightly parted lips of his King, surprise written clearly on his face, the giggle from Aladdin bringing them back to the situation at hand, separating in response. "Here." Judar said as a familiar silver bracer flew at his head Sin catching it and setting Focalor back in place just as another fireball erupted around them.

"What is this! You have him so fucking entranced that he thinks he HAS to save you!" Kouen shouted as his sword smacked into the Borg, the structure fracturing, a growl tearing itself from his throat as Sin djinn equipped.

"I do it of my own volition, you tempermental jackass." Judar quipped with a roll of his carmine eyes, a fond smirk hidden in their depths, twirling his wand skillfully as he took a step forward. Sin making a sound in his throat in opposition to the action, but the curt finger the ravenette blindly, yet successfully, pressed over his lips cut him off. "You think someone as open-armed and passionate like King Moron would force their will on me, on anyone?" A sharp brow rose as Judar rested his wand hand against his jutted hip in response to Kouen's taken-aback expression. "When have you ever heard of him actually forcing someone to bow to him, to confirm for him, or his beliefs?"

A stutter of flames as expressed Kouen's confusion along with his lowering of his sword before Gyokuen interjected, "Kouha informed us of what happened in the forest. How the man behind you pinned you, and forced you into submission. My poor little Ha still says he can't get your cries for him to stop out of his head." Sin coughed slightly against the finger to lips in surprise at her detail, while Judar's eyes narrowed on the woman acting like she wasn't guilty of far worse.

"Don't pretend you don't off on your misconceptions, Bitter Bitch." Tears pricked at Judar's eyes as the years under her thumb flashed through his memory, his shoulders shaking as his Rukh surged in response to his distress. Sin stepping closer behind the shorter male, loosely draping his arms around the other's slim waist in comfort. "Breathe Judar. I'm here." Sin whispered quietly as he narrowed his flaxen gaze with the grey slits on the stage.

"What are you trying to say, Judar?" Gyokuen spoke, a hidden threat under her words, the effect no longer bringing the desired effect from the lost Oracle. Her one thing against him no longer viable since the children she held over his head were no longer potential victims and the years of abuse gradually healed by the very man at his back, so Judar had no reason to back down. He could finally inform his protectees what was once lurking in the dark, who actually preyed on him, he could finally turn the tables and end Al'Thamen, end Gyokuen.

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This is not my best work and not my most studied fandom, but I did want to add something here so I hope you all like it enough to overlook any wrongdoings on my part.

I have never written a scene like this, I'm sorry if it fell short of expectations or if it's shoddily done I tried my best to be accurate so that it seemed believable. Please let me know if I can work on it, or if you have any input to make it more sound.

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