A large calloused hand rubbed my shoulder gently, I leaned away from Kouen's touch glaring at him stubbornly. "Was I too rough?"
I was in so much pain when I first woke up; it was pleasant, at first, and I noticed Kouen watching me as I stirred- painfully obvious discomfort in my lower backside.
Right now we were in bed, my naked back against his chest as I give up on ignoring him. "Idiot. Its your falt." I grunted.
"It's a good thing we showered last night." He laughed, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck. That's right, we made love last night.
I blushed covering my face. It was so embarassing to admit that.
As if reading my thoughts he chuckled, the low sound coaxing me to look.
"What?" I raised an eyebrow, cautiously lifting my sore body to face him with a wince.
He helped lower me back into the matress pullling me into his chestchest as he sighed. "I could get used to this."
"How can you say such embarrassing things?" Flustered, I had stuttered the inquiry aloud. I resigned to looking at his bare chest- studying the smooth skin and running my hands along his massive torso I kissed his collar bone.
"Alibaba-" his breath hitch, "If you do that I won't be able to..."
"Okay." I curled up, my head in the crook of his neck. "We have to go to Sindria Inc. don't we?
"Or we could stay here." He offered.
"No."
"I don't want to go." He whined. "Sinbad's annoying, and I'm sure he banging Ja'far in a-
"Get in the shower." I groaned not intrested in hearing Kouen's vuglar rant.
"Does it still hurt?"
"Well since apparently my physical condition has changed in the five minuets after you first asked, yes I'm walking on sunshine, and dancing unicorns." I sighed.
"Take the day off." He suggested.
"No, I'd rather not let you two start world war four." Sitting up and stretching my acheing limbs: Kouen scooped me into his arms carrying me into the bathroom he started the water, balancing me on his legs and shoulder; I dipped a finger into the warm water. "It's fine." I wiggled, attempting to crawl out of his grasp.
A cry of surprise echoed off the walls and the water shloshed out of the tub onto the floor, Kouen sat behind me, reaching past me to grab a bottle of shampoo. Working his hands through my hair he kissed my neck, tilting it to give him more access as he nibbled on the skin. Washing out the soap he repeated the process until I motioned for him to turn around with my finger.
Folding my feet underneath me so I could reach his head I cursed, "damn it why are you so tall? You should wash your hair better..." I fussed, occasionally treating him to angry pecks on his cheeks when he leaned into my touch.
Abrubtly he spun around, water falling down onto the floor his like crashing down on mine, my quick breaths and the sounds of our feverish kisses caused a burning heat in my cheeks. "I couldn't help but think-" another sloppy kiss, "how Alibaba-kun is so cute..." He began speaking in Kou in such a way that made my stomach feel warm and light; "Alibaba-kun's hair is soft, like a girl's- even down here." His hand traveled down, between my legs.
"Kouen- don't!" I choked out feeling lightheaded; even so I instinctively my nlegs around him- I was so sure the room was spining that I barely registered the sound of a door opening, causing us both to jump, glancing up Kouemi started down at us stunned, mouth agape in surprise.
He cleared his throat, covering his face with his hand and said; "Should I let Sinbad know you were occupied?"
"Yes." Kouen chimed a satisfied smirk on his lips.
That bastard.
Pushing Kouen away I crossed my arms over my chest. "Actually we'll be ready in a few minuets- and could you please get my bag from Kouha?"
Kouen frowned, "No fair." He grumbled.
"Well brother, that's what you earn for trying to use underhanded methods to avoid that man- however ludicrous your methods may be." Kouemi rolled his eyes, handing him towels. "Do hurry, I would hate for you two to start world war four."
Kouen snorted. "Don't you mean world five(1)?"
Kouemi and I glanced at each other with raised brows. "Brother there's only been three wars."
"I was sure I'm more awesome that that..." He mused in deep thought.
"You're stupid goatee doesn't make you look cooler." I growled. He was definitely thinking about his facial hair. "Goatees went out of style fifty years ago."
In three quick strides he made his way to me, crouching down and lifting my chin with a finger- should I had not said that?
A gentle kiss on my lips distracted me from my thoughts. "It works for me, doesn't it?"
I let my eyes wander for a moment. "Nope." Another kiss. "...no..." What the hell was that weak response!? Well it kind of... "...Does...suit you..a little." I concluded.
A triumphant smirk that almost caused me to shiver.
"Go get dressed, damn it!" I managed to push him away.
After Koumei left to receive my clothes -if half of them weren't burned to ashes by Kouha already- Kouen leaned against the doorframe tying a knot into his tie. "Stay away from Sinbad."
"Huh?"
"Don't go near that guy."
"Why not? He seems like a good guy- he even looks after Aladdin sometimes. I don't get why you dislike-" I stopped when I noticed him glaring holes into the wood. "Kouen-sama?"
He walked over, stroking my hair affectionately. "You ask too many questions." His gaze softened. "I like you like this." He nodded, with a terrifying smile. "I hope Kouha burned all your clothes."
"Huh!? Is my wardrobe that bad!? And why do you want that, jerk!?" I stuttered.
He buried his face in my neck. "Alibaba-kun should stay here with me and stay naked all day." He almost sang.
I gritted my teeth so I could bite back what I had in mind. "You're going to give me an aneurysm." I sighed.
I guess I could live with this.
When Sinbad greeted Kouen with a punch to the face all I could do was stand next to Ja'far, the both of us smiling like idiots.
I'm going to shave his beard while he sleeps! Why did it have to be him!? Screw you too life!
While I internally cried, a green haired man snorted.
"Hi uncle Drakon!" Aladdin waved, pulling me over as he began to introduce us. " This is my friend, Alibaba!"
"Pleased to meet you." I rubbed the back of my head nervously. I wish Kouha had picked out clothing that was colored so darkly, but I figured it was too late since I had managed to convince him to not wear the coat since I would've died of heat stroke.
"Likewise." Was all he said.
"Sinbad, that was expensive! Don't throw it you'll miss!"
"I've got better aim that can't throw a punch...oh shit..." Was all I head as a heavy weight crashed into the back of my head and stars exploded before my eyes.
"Alibaba." Kassim called with a wave.
I grunted, closing the door behind me.
"How was your day?" He frowned, already knowing the answer.
I rolled my eyes. What was the point in asking. Reim in general sucked enough anyways.
"Miriam wanted you to tuck her into bed tonight." He growled.
Oh...right. "Is she sleeping?" I finally spoke.
"Yes."
"I'll be quick then." I ignored the sound of protest Kassim gave, quietly creeping into my little sister's room- wait, I couldn't call her that anymore. I gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead, turning to leave.
"Brother. Please don't leave." She cried.
If you do that I won't be able to leave. I looked back, solemnly.
"You'll make big bro cry again..." She sniffled.
Please don't say that.
"Its so lonely without you brother."
I chleched my teeth. "I'm sorry." I left.
Olba glared at me as I entered the dimly lifted den. I glanced around, noticing three suspicious people that could cause me trouble. "Oi, you got it?"
Wordlessly I held the chip between my fingers.
He scoffed. "Just hand it over."
I jerked my head towards the door.
"No way, I won't forget how you tricked me last time." He growled.
"Then pick a new spot." I spat, starting to walk out the door.
"Wait right there!" A black haired woman shed her hood, pointing her sword at my back.
Snorting I continued walking. "Toto said stop!" She shouted again. The bar clearing out.
I reached for the handle but the door opened, and a Fanalis with long red hair smiled down at me. "Hey, Alibaba."
"Mu."
"Let's sit, Myron there's no need to glare." He assured his sister,
"But, he drew blood-"
"A little scratch won't kill me." He assured. "Lo'lo, watch the door."
The large fanalis grinned his Glasgow, "okay, so I can get the kid if he runs, right?"
"How's your nose?" I was curious, I hadn't ment to slam his face into the bars so hard. For the most part.
Taken aback he grumbled. "Fine." He stomped over to the door.
"Alibaba."
"M'hm?" I tilted my head, the usual way I let him know I was listening.
"Do you know who Rashid Saluja is?"
I awoke to an unpleasant tang lingering on my tongue that tasted horridly metallic. "Ow." I groaned.
"Oh your awake!" Beside me, Sinbad let out a sigh of relief.
"Did I get hit by a truck?" God it feels like Morgiana kicked me again.
He chuckled. "No, that's my fault, I hit you with a vase- by accident of course." I noticed the bruises and bandages on his skin.
"Did Kouen..." My eyes widened. "Oh god-" I yelped when I tried to sit up, the room beginning to swirl. I felt sick.
Sensing this, Sinbad held out a garbage can that I emptied the meager contents of my stomach into.
"Sorry." I mumbled.
"Don't worry about it, I did hit you with a vase after all." He patted my shoulder as reassurance. "His actions were certainly justified." He folded his hands under his chin. "I'd never thought you'd be his lover, though."
"What?" I sputtered.
"Well, no offense or anything, he unusually goes for a different type; not to mention I thought he was still sleeping around." Sinbad explained.
I couldn't help but feel bad at what he said. I didn't notice Kouen had a type. I want to go back to sleep.
"Anyways-" he stopped mid-sentence. "What's wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're crying."
Oh.
He sighed. He muttered something, handing me a tissue- which I thanked him for.
"I'm going to get some more sleep, is that alright?"
"Of course. I'll call Kouen and let him know."
"Kay."
I curled up in my bed. This sucks. School, ha, more like cruel and unusual punishment. The door opened, and I sat up immediately.
Rashid frowned at me.
Please do look at me like that.
"Alibaba. Never forget the importance of an education." He began as he sat down. "It gives a man more power than what's in his fist."
What do I say to that?
"I won't tell you what you did was wrong; just know there are other ways. Please reflect on what you have done." Without another word he left. I quickly left after, feeling the walls grow smaller in that cramped room.
"Don't tell me you're running away already." A famailar voice laughed. I glanced back to see Lo'lo in a suit, smoking.
"You cleaned up." I noted.
He scratched at his beard. "Can't walk how I want to in these parts...man how I hate Kou." He groaned.
"Its sucks." I agreed.
"Come one kid. It would bad if I dragged you."
I had the feeling he would do it anyways. "How courteous of you to give me a warning." I sighed.
"Wow, an actual conversation, I'm touched kid."
"You're easier to talk to than Myron." I admitted.
He laughed at that.
I laughed with him. It felt nice to laugh again.
I was guided to an empty café, that was dimly lit.
"Hi, Lo'lo." A blue haired boy waved wildly next to a blue haired man I recognized.
"Headmaster Ugo." I raised an eyebrow at Lo'lo, who was patting the boy's head rather roughly in greeting.
"Hello Alibaba, have a seat."
Wordlessly I sat down across from them.
"This is Aladdin, Aladdin this is Alibaba, he's only seven years older than you."
"Hi." Aladdin waved.
Who is this kid?
"You see, your father and I agreed that during your detention something...additional would be necessary for a suitable punishment." Ugo paused to see if I would respond. "So every day after school, you'll be helping Aladdin with his math homework."
What? I looked down at the smiling child. Then back at Ugo.
"Sit back down." Lo'lo barked, shoving me back into the booth. "Be grateful, it was that or suspension."
"I'll take the vacation- I mean suspension..." I grew quiet under the Fanalis's glare.
"Alibaba, please understand that were only trying to help."
You seem to forgotten that the brat had punched my in the face first.
As if Ugo understood exactly what I was thinking he replied; "you dislocated his shoulder."
It was very deserved. And his family could afford the surgery for his face too.
"Alibaba, we're serious. You're walking on thin ice.
Wow, haven't heard that one since that meteor killed my dinosaur.
I lazily blinked away the sleep still lingering, my eyes struggling to adjust in the dark lighting. Shuffling could be heard. "Is someone there?"
"Sharp ears." The lights flicked on and my shut my eyes tightly. Asmall woman with blonde hair carried a tray, placing it on the desk by the bed. "I'm Pisti. You must be Alibaba."
"Nice to meet you." I forced out.
" No need darling," she sat at my feet. "It's kind of funny- Kouen and Sinbad argue just like they used to." She giggled.
"How long have they've known each other?"
"Well I think it was when Sinbad was twenty- oh, he had thought Koumei was a girl. They ended up fist fighting. Until Ja'far scared them stiff." She laughed. "He was kind of like your, from what Aladdin tells me. Always asking questions and passionate about his work. Shame poor Lisa died."
"Was that her name?" So that was his wife's name.
"Yes, beautiful girl. "She sighed. "Horrible thing though." She wailed; "she said I had no butt and my nonexisting greats were sagging!"
I felt rather awkward after she said that.
"Its so unfair!" She continued to cry.
"Um. Miss Pisti..."
She stopped in an instant. "Oh now I remember, Kouen didn't have a beard at the time."
"Really?"
"Yes, I think he said it made him look more respectable." She laughed. "I have to say it's impressive he pulled off such a look."
"Hey, old woman, stop gossiping its annoying." Kouen stepped into the room.
"Kouen-chan is so mean." She exclaimed.
"Don't call me 'Chan'." He grunted. He pulled a chair over, reaching for my hand. "You're cold."
He's warm.
"I'll give you some privacy Kouen-chan, I like this one!" Pisti chimed, running out of the room.
I couldn't tell with the indifferent expression that usually inhabited his face, but I could have sworn his ears were a shade pinker. "Kouen, are you okay." I fiddled with the bandages around his knuckles.
He snorted. "I'm not the one in a infirmary bed." Kissing my forehead he leaned back. "Why were you crying."
"So you are friends." I teased. A glare quickly chased those feelings out of me. "I was a little worried that you would eventually grow bored of me. " I admitted. This was embarrassing. "I thought it was really sad, because I realized I was just being stupid."
"Got that right." He headbutted me lightly.
"I love you."
"I love you too. Can we sex now?"
"I'm going to shave that stupid beard off while you sleep!"
"What?"
"Nothing."