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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I'm so, so, so, SO sorry that I took so long to update. Gooommmeeennnaassaiiiii!

Morgiana didn't know why she'd chosen stayed with this runaway rich-boy. She could've ran the moment she stood up; going at half of her actual speed, she could've ran to the next country in a blink of his golden eyes.

She sighed, for what seemed like the millionth time, as rich-boy blabbed on beside her. She knew he was trying to make small talk, trying to bond over the tiny coincidence of them running away on the same night but there were no similarities between the both of them. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to listen to what he was saying. If anyone asked, at least she'd made an effort.

"I was locked in my room all day. There was nothing to do, and they'd only talk to me when giving me food. All I could do was just lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I wanted to live my life, so I decided to run. What about you?"

Morgiana couldn't help it. She was disgusted to hear that anyone would run away from a nice comfortable life where they had everything. She wheeled round to face him – as she was a few paces ahead of him – causing him to stop abruptly. "I just hate people like you," Morgiana hissed. "You have everything anyone could ever want! You have food, shelter, a comfortable place to sleep, and you get all of this with no work. And yet you complain. You complain, while others have to work extremely hard just to get a small cup of water and a slice of bread by the end of the day." She spun on her heel and returned to walking, knowing that he was shocked and had stopped walking.

She heard the sound of muted footsteps running towards her and turned around to see the rich-boy. She was a little surprised, as she had not expected him to recover from her comment so quickly. Morgiana stiffened as a pale, un-calloused, hand was placed on her shoulder and took a large step backwards.

"I'm sorry," he said in between pants. "I wasn't thinking… Of course my reasons are unimportant compared to yours… Sorry."

And then she found herself feeling sorry for him. "It's fine. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have judged you so quickly."

He blinked, seemingly surprised at her sudden apology, and then smiled his million-watt smile. Morgiana could feel her heart literally skip a beat, and heat rush to her face. "Th-the n-nearest town is th-this way, I think… Alibaba-san."

Alibaba yawned. It was nearing night now and the weather was getting colder. Morgiana stood in front of him, scouting for possible enemies and danger, while he stood behind her, dagger pulled out of its sheath. He hacked at the surrounding weeds, just for something to do, to get feeling back into his tingling arms. A passing weed brushed at his nose and Alibaba sucked in a deep breath, about to sneeze when a loud hiss distracted him. "What is it? Danger?"

Morgiana shook her head. "False alarm," she said, eyes flitting down to her feet.

Alibaba peered down and saw the problem. Her ankles, already rubbed raw, were surround by the plants and weeds around them, all of which had sharp thorns protruding from their leaves, no doubt to prevent animals from eating them. Pulling the towel slung over his shoulder out of the knot of the other towel, he used his dagger to cut it jaggedly in half. Alibaba bent down and wrapped the halves around each leg, tucking the top and bottoms securely into the sides of the towel. "There," he smiled and said. "It won't be as bad now."

He looked up from his kneeling position and saw her face, almost as pink as her hair. She turned her head to the side and nodded slightly. "Thanks."

She tugged on the short, ragged hem of her dress. It appeared it had once been white and longer, but it was now dirtied and torn. The white of the towel looked out of place, falling softly and following the curves of her legs.

Alibaba stood up and grinned. "Shall we continue?"

Morgiana's eyes widened, she turned on her heel and started walking without a word.

Alibaba's eyes were watering as Morgiana finally set him down on the ground. He stumbled slightly to the left before regaining his balance and leant against a mud wall.

As soon as they'd got out of the patch of thorny weeds, the blinking lights of the town had been visible. Morgiana had told him that she could get them there faster, and without a warning, had picked him up and jumped. His stomach had leapt into his throat and he hazily remembered that he had wrapped his arms around Morgiana's neck tightly. It had only taken two or three leaps to clear the distance to the town, which would've taken them a few days to get to.

"H-how?" He panted. "How did you do that?"

"Did what?" Morgiana answer was a little airy, and she was looking around the town sharply.

"Jump like that."

"It is in the genes of the Fanalis."

"Fanalis?" Alibaba cocked his head to the side, as Morgiana didn't answer. "What is a Fanalis?"

She turned her head to him fleetingly. "My race. I will leave you here now. Master Bon might have workers here and I do not want to be brought back now."

Alibaba scrambled up from his spot on the dusty floor and grabbed her hand. "Wait, what do you mean 'leave me here'?"

Morgiana looked at him as though he was stupid. "I mean what I said. You can start your new life in this town. I will head farther away, maybe to the next country or kingdom. I cannot take any chances and stay here." She looked down and gave him a nod. "Goodbye."

He tightened his grip on her wrist. "Wait, you can't just go."

"And why not?"

"Well… aren't we a team?"

She looked at him, a little disdainfully. He had helped her with the thorns, but in her eyes, he was still the same spoilt, pampered, rich-boy. "We just walked to the nearest town together. That doesn't make us a team."

Alibaba seemed at a loss for words, and his previously tight hold slackened. Taking the chance, Morgiana gave him a last nod, bent her knees, and leapt. Alibaba raised his head to follow her as she passed through the sky in an arch, her hair flying behind her.

He didn't really know why he had gotten attached to this strange girl, but he was and now she was gone it felt just a little bit, well, weird. Deciding not to dwell on it, Alibaba stood up and dusted himself off. He followed the loud sounds of people and ended up in what seemed like a market. He had some money in his bag but since he still had food he didn't want to spend it yet. Pulling out a hunk of bread and cheese he pressed it into his mouth. The bread was stale, and a little harder, but the cheese had been warmed in the sun and went well with it.

He was just finishing up the last bite when loud music caught his attention. Dancers waved and weaved and leapt, acrobats flipped and tumbled, clowns juggled and balanced on their colorful unicycles. And then something caught his attention: a glimpse of shoulder length pink hair. Alibaba broke into a run. "Morgiana!" He yelled out, sprinting to catch up. And then he saw the hair slip, revealing normal, plain, brown. It was a wig.

His sprint slowed to a walk, which slowed to a stop. Alibaba sighed. It wasn't Morgiana.

Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait, guys. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! ^_^