Old Souls

A/N: And now here is a chapter completely devoted to Myrddin and Barak together. I hope you like it. Ah, also this fanfic is going to end differently to the Magi ending but also slightly similar. I want to redeem Sinbad so he will not be a bad guy in this fic. As a matter of fact in most of my stories he will not be the bad guy. I think I like his character too much to do that in any of my stories. Anyway, on to the story.

Chapter Song: King and Lionheart - By Of Monsters and Men

'Cause You're My King And I'm You're Lion-Heart

"Owww…" A whine came from the large dirt cloud that was kicked up as the two boys smacked hard into the baked earth around a large crevice that spanned some hundred to two hundred miles. Barak coughed hard as he groaned out loud having inhaled some of the dust and dirt from there sudden landing. Myrddin who had landed first just wheezed as he tried to get air into his abused lungs. It took a moment for the cloud to dispel revealing two boys laying sprawled in the packed dirt with one atop the other. The white-haired boy had been unfortunate enough to end up on the bottom of the two while plum haired boy ended up sprawled across his friend in a rather improper way.

"Barak… Please get off my crotch." Myrddin managed to get out in squeak when he realized just what was causing the slight pressure on his privates. It was not really all that uncomfortable and that was perhaps the problem. The white-haired boy flushed brightly as he cracked open an eye and still saw the darker haired boy flushing as he tried to leaver himself up but his hair was pinned underneath Myrddin himself. Barak's face was so red he looked like a stoplight from their old world as he glanced up at Myrddin and caught his aqua eyes with his own gold.

"Erm, I can't." He breathed out a stuttering breath when something twitched underneath him. Myrddin flushed even brighter and tilted his lower back up as much as he could with the other boy still laying on him. Barak quickly yanked his hair out from underneath the other boy ignoring any strands that got caught and yanked out. The slightly smaller boy sat up beside his friend and looked anywhere but at the other boy when Myrddin sat up. Myrddin bit back a curse as a certain part of his anatomy refused to comply with his wishes and go down.

'Think about something disgusting… Something…. Gah! I can't think of anything.' He quickly covered his lap with his overcoat note ing as he did so that Barak was looking away with a slightly dazed look in his bright eyes. 'I wonder how he would look if…. Damn It! Not Helping!' Myrddin made a slightly distressed noise and covered his mouth with one of his hands.

Barak meanwhile was trying not to think about what he had accidentally copped a feel of when he had hurried to get off of Myrddin. 'Holly crap,' The purplette thought to himself. 'He's huge.' the smaller male whined internally as he tried to banish that thought to the deepest pit he had in his mind, He really did not think he liked going through puberty if that is what this was.

"S-So where do you suppose we are?" The gold eyed boy asked in what he was hoping to be a nonchalant tone but he missed it by a mile. Myrddin still flustered glanced about before a frown overcame the blush on his face. His aqua eyes scanned the landscape around them before he let out a slight gasp seeing the large rift not ten feet away from them. His mouth fell open and flounder for a bit before he closed it with a snap turning to look at Barak who was now staring at him with a worried look on his fine-boned face.

"I- I think we are by the great rift… but that would mean…." He froze as he felt someone set down beside them lightly and the two whipped around to see a twenty-five or so year old blond male in green clothing standing not a foot away from them. Barak shot up and slid in front of Myrddin in a defensive stance with one of his blades out in front of him and the other pointed slightly down and to the side. The blond just gave them a small smile, his light blue eyes lingering first on Barak's face and then on Myrddin himself.

"Yes, This is the great rift. You two have traveled far from where you were." The male stated in a calm tone. He bowed slightly making sure that his hands were always in sight of the plum haired boy who held the twin swords. It would do no good if he were skewered for a perceived intent to harm.

"My name is Yunan and I wish to speak with the two who Solomon has sent as his hands in this world." Myrddin gasped again lightly before quickly coming to his feet and grabbing Barak's shoulder in a light grip.

"It's ok! He's a Magi, Like me." The white-haired teen whispered softly to the tense boy. Barak glanced back at Myrddin for a few moments before sighing deeply, lowing his blades as he exhaled. He gave the man one last searching look before he slid the blades into the scabbards resting against the small of his back.

"Ok." He grunted giving Myrddin a baleful look that turned into a weary one as he glanced at who he suspected was the Wandering Magi he had heard about while reading that ridiculous story that Alibaba adored. Hey now that was a thought, he could ask the man if Sinbad really had bedded half the world's population of females. He gave a slight chuckle as he turned to look back over the great rift, for a moment just taking in the astounding sight. Yunan cleared his throat and Barak looked back at the man who was gazing at him with some kind of half-hidden wonder.

"My home is not all that far from here but it is in the rift. I can use a transportation spell to get us down there if that is alright with you two. Ah, I have almost forgotten, just what are your names?" Yunan asked in a pleasant tone still making sure that he was not seen as a threat. Surprisingly enough he felt that the most danger would come from the white-haired boy if he was to try anything to them. Though he glanced at the Rukh surrounding the magi boy and hid a flinch, The boy was surprisingly possessive of his King. The blond just barely caught the sickly sweet smile on the boys face before he shuddered and looked back at the other boy who he was fairly certain was his idiot Kings child. The hair and eyes were telling enough as it was, but the face he had made when he stood in front of his own Magi was the same one Yunan had seen on Sinbad's face when he was protecting something important to him.

"My name is Barak, This is Myrddin my… er…" He had started out fairly confident but floundered as Myrddin came up from behind him and wrapped a possessive arm around his shoulders. He began to turn red again sputtering as Myrddin pulled him close and smiled at the older man.

It was rather frightening.

"I'm his lover." The white-haired boy stated with a totally straight face. Barak meanwhile looked like he was a school girl getting confessed to by her crush and flushed while stuttering out strange things.

"L-Love-Lover… Huh… No Touchy…." The two Magi ignored him for a moment while they sized each other up and Yunan hid a chuckle as well as a slightly evil little smirk. The older Magi wonders just how Sinbad was going to handle that bit of information.

"I see. He is also your King correct?" The blond man asked receiving a nod in return. "How about this then. If you stay with me for a while, say a few months or so, I will help you raise two dungeons for your little (The indignant shout of "I am not Little!" was ignored once more.) King to go into. You, however, do need to be trained. Even with the small amount of control you have now over your Magoi you are a force to be reckoned with Myrddin, think about how much stronger you will be with the proper training." Myrddin looked interested and glanced down at Barak who had quieted sometime after his last outburst, catching the gold eyes looking up at him. The plum haired boy gave him a slight shrug indicating that he did not care much and it was up to the taller boy to decide what they were going to do next.

Myrddin sighed and gave the older magi a nod before holding up a hand when the other began to gather his magic to transport them to his home.

"I agree on one additional term," Myrddin said after Yunan stopped what he was doing to look at him. Seeing that the blond was listening the teen continued. "You transport us to Aladdin and Morgiana after the second dungeon."

Yunan for once did not act like an idiot and gave a small nod back.

"That's acceptable. You two will be needed there anyway."

And so for the next few months, the two teen's spent most of their time training until one day.

"This is the Twelfth Dungeon, Sitri. I warn you now the djinn in this one is particularly manipulative so be careful you two." Yunan warns as he stands outside a dungeon he had risen on a small bare outcropping of rocks that just stuck up from the sea outside the dark continent. Myrddin who was now wearing the same black pants but with a white shirt and black silk vest over it along with a long white cloak over that snorted and gave the man a deadpan look. Yunan had put him thru a training regimen straight from hell, so he was quite sure that he was prepared for whatever lay inside the tall spire.

Barak (who had been pushed into the more fitting clothing of tight navy pants along with an only slightly looser black tunic that went down to the top of his thighs and had no sleeves or shoulders but a high collar. The only thing saving him from some major sunburn was the cropped navy jacket that came down to just below his rib cage with metal plating sewn into the shoulders and elbows.) snorted as well shooting the blond a rather annoyed look as he himself remembered the man dumping him into several dungeon monster nests and leaving him to come back to the great rift alone. It had not been fun at all.

"I think we can handle it." They chimed together in unison.

Yunan smiled and then without any kind of warning slapped his staff against both boys backs sending them flailing all the way into the dungeon. He let loose a small cackle of glee as he heard them both curse his name as they fell into the dungeon's entrance. Really they should have known by now to never let their guard down around him. Of course, he thought as he absently rubbed his butt with a pained look on his face. They gave back just as good as they got. The last prank he had gotten them with lead Myrddin to changing something into a snapping turtle while Barak distracted him and shoving it down the back of his pants.

He shuddered and gently sat down. It would likely take awhile for them to complete this dungeon.

A/N: This did not turn out exactly how I wanted it but I also did not want to waste time explaining exactly how Yunan trained Myrddin while tormenting Barak. This chapter ends about two months after the dungeon Amon was captured. I will try to go into better detail with the dungeon's now as this is Barak's turn to capture one. By the time they meet back with Aladdin and Morgiana (Who will be on the road to Balbadd) Barak will have captured two dungeons. This, however, does not mean that he has a whole lot of power because unlike Sinbad he went into one dungeon right after another an had only perhaps a month or two to train with the djinns while on the road to Balbadd. He will only be capable of using one Djinn equip fully by the time the Balbadd arc rolls around. Even then he will only be capable of it for maybe thirty minutes total before completely exhausting himself. So he will not be all powerful or anything. As a matter of fact, he and Alibaba will only be a little bit apart power wise. Barak will just know how to use his time better. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter (in all its fanservice moments) and thank you for reading. Please favorite and review.