SmileRen - Maybe I was too harsh on her? :p

kenegi - So you mean May should insert her Magoi after the transformation or before? Thank you! :)

voidharpy - I'm glad you live in a good neighborhood, safe and well. Yeah, I like to mess with Judar, and don't you find it rather adorable seeing the two of them throw insults towards each other. Very cute! Yeah, as for the Household Vessels, I'll pm you about them before I post them. And of course, for the Magnostadt Arc, Sitri and Aim will be both flirting with May, arguing as to who can have her and whatnot. It will be an arc to never forget! :)

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Guest - I'll do my best to show her nice personality and looks, you guys still don't know how she looks like. :)

Sinbad's age: 29 years old

Ja'far's age: 25 years old

Masrur's age: 20 years old

May's age: 19 years old

Judar's age: 18 years old

Kassim's age: 18 years old

Alibaba Salujas age: 18 years old

Morgianas age: 14 years old

Aladin's age: 11 years old

Dear readers,

I would like to know your honest thoughts about this chapter. I don't know why, but it had been a pain in the ass to write. So, please, review, and tell me whether to change certain scenes or not. You would do me a great favor by doing it.

Thank you!

And lots of love,

Angelbloodlover

Pride of the Fanalis Clan

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By Angelbloodlover

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~ In every phenomenon the beginning remains always the most notable moment.

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Thomas Carlyle

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Chapter 18: The Moment I Had Been Waiting For

Balbadd.

Also known as the Great Oceanic Nation, the home country of Alibaba Saluja, third prince of Balbadd. It's part of the Northern Oasis Countries, located near the seas and therefore marking it as a great trading nation. Sindria and the Western Partevia were one of those countries with which Balbadd traded goods and so on. Unfortunately, the country had a big ego and a low creativity since the capital was called Balbadd City.

Although, it's a monarch at the moment, the Saluja clan the ruling family of the country for many generations, in the future it would turn into a republic under the Kou Empire's control. Of course, with it, it will bring forth advantages and drawbacks, but there will be no choice but to follow its Fate.

I was standing on top of the cliff, where in the near future, Sinbad, Morgiana and Aladin would stand on. To say that the view was magnificent would be a major lie. From here on, I could literally smell the rotting core of the city-poverty, murder, famine, huge mortality rate and the list keeps going on. Scrunching my nose at the smell of desperation and sweat, I strolled further, the excitement rushing through my veins. The moment I had waited for was getting closer and I could almost touch it, I could almost see it. From the jubilant happiness, I squealed in joy, twirling around.

Morgiana, here I come!

For months I had stayed in a hotel, searching for Morgiana and her crew, but nothing, no appearances, not even from Sinbad. This sucked and my excitement was dwindling down as months passed like flies. Of course, time wasn't always depicted perfectly in the manga, but not knowing when she was coming was rather frustrating and it pretty much showed on my face.

As for passing my time, I helped out the locals by buying them food. I had enough treasures with me and not to help out these people was an insult to all things I stand for. The suffering and agony were printed in their face and it hurt me in any ways just watching them shuffle through life, wanting to die and never see this despicable word ever again. I didn't know how the King could watch his people decay, their desperation leaking off. But the most that annoyed me, was the Black Rukh surrounding the city, hell, I felt suffocated. So, that was my second motivation to help out these people-the Black Rukh.

The feeling of it was awful, like slithering snakes constricting and squeezing out your very life.

Day in, day out, I saw small smiles decorate their faces. Of course, I was one person and all my efforts were for a small portion of the population. However, I didn't let this deter me from helping them out. Giant carts of food filled and distributed between them was a huge way of helping them out. Ugly sneers coming from the rich classes were sent my way, especially when they saw my red hair and eyes, labelling me as a Fanalist. But I didn't care one bit-for my part they could all choke in their gluttony and greed, Hell their only salvation. So, after that day, I started donning my hair into a dot and using a scarf to hide it. It wasn't because I didn't like their stares, but more about the fact that they would gossip and from that it would lead to more trouble.

Something I wasn't keen on.

Luckily for me I had brought all my treasures with me, using them as a source of money. Although, I kept the prettiest ones for myself, I was still a girl and shiny things had always been my favorites. And some of them were kept for Morgiana as a gift.

"Little one, did you had enough food yesterday?"

The small boy glowed happily, bobbing his head up and down as he bit an apple like a hungry wolf. Once he swallowed, he smiled widely, "Yes, thank you onee-chan!"

I giggled at the face he was making, "Don't mention it. Now, go back to your mother with this sack of fruits. Little children of your age should have enough fruit to grow into strong men."

He was such an endearing boy-he took the sack and ran away, screaming a loud, "Thank you!"

From him, White Rukh fluttered happily, destroying the entirety of the Black Rukh and surrounding me. I sighed in contentment, remembering that I had more people to visit. My agenda was very full-what a busy person I was!

I screamed in frustrated rage. It was already four months later I hadn't seen hide nor heard about them. To say that my frustration was rising was the statement of the year. I mean, I loved helping out the people in this city, but for once I wanted things to go the way I wanted. Was it really that hard to wish?

"Fuck!" I punched the wall, cursing when the wall cracked, "Oh great, another wall to pay!" Groaning, I walked out of the house, wanting nothing more than to stroll and cool off in the evening's wind, smelling the sea breeze. Of course, I had heard about the Fog Troupe, I would be blind and stupid not to. Seeing them had been refreshing-whenever they would leave, together with the fog, an explosive of White Rukh came from their hideout and the city in general. I certainly didn't blame their actions, it was only human to do so.

When the King was neglecting his people, then the people would stand against him-and this way was their form of protest against the King's ruling.

But since I feared that Sinbad or Masrur would find me before I found Morgiana, I hid my hair outside, trying to keep my identity a secret until further ado. No need for any unwanted attention. Smiling in contentment, I watched as the starry sky illuminated the rotting city, the breeze of the wind playing with my hair.

I watched with curious eyes as once again the fog descended upon the city, which would lead to another robbery of the rich folks. I had seen those pigs stuff themselves while outside were starving people, dying babies, sick elderly. Nauseating and disgusting. Sometimes I felt ashamed of being a human. If this entailed being a human, the I'd rather be an animal, at least they have compassion towards their kind.

Staring towards the place where the fog started to thicken, I walked towards it. I had done this a few times and several times I had seen Kassim or the hidden Alibaba, but never did they attack me, though they had noticed my figure. It amazed me, at times, when I saw the confidence in their eyes and then I remembered that these people were fighting towards an honorable goal. Even when the rich people called for my help I didn't intervene, instead watching neutrally as they got robbed from their money and dignity. They deserved that all, and even more.

I frowned, seeing the scarlet color of the fog and jumped on top of the building. The sword was giving off a red mist and when people inhaled it, it magnified that person's hopes and uneasiness, causing hallucinations to occur to them. But once a person had a firm will, it couldn't be manipulated. This was a Dark Household Vessel, getting its power from Kassim.

Soon, I heard the screams of fright from the soldiers, but I didn't bother myself with it. The Fog Troupe never hurt the soldiers physically, they only took what "rightfully belonged to them".

But today there was much more commotion than usually. So, hurrying up I leaped from building to building, having an inkling that tonight I would be doing more than watching. Heart beating fast, I clenched my fist tightly, trying to keep the sweat at bay. Licking my dry lips, I hurried even faster. Maybe, maybe, I would be lucky. Who knew?

Then the entire world froze, time seemed to stop and I stared at the people underneath me with wide eyes. Because really, no one would blame me-there was my sister, my dear sister, the one person I haven't seen for more than ten years. My breathing became ragged, sweat dripping off my forehead, my heart to the point of bursting out of my ribcage. But all that was forgotten and all I could see was swirling red, violent and boiling. Kassim was using his black smoke to apprehend Morgiana, but even then she was using her willpower to fight against it. Unfortunately, her willpower alone wasn't enough.

Time for me to reveal my true identity had finally come. No more hiding, no more struggles, no more cries and pleads for forgiveness. This time I could do everything I want, this time I could be with my family and friends.

Using my Fanalis strength, I jumped off the building, shattering the ground in the progress and with a strong dash I kicked Kassim harshly to his abdomen. The kick had been too fast for him to dodge, too strong to block; my martial arts had been honed to the point where I could beat most of my enemies. I smirked in satisfaction when he gagged painfully, choking on his spit and blood, probably.

Panic long forgotten about meeting my sister, I flipped backwards, standing in front of Morgiana who was standing on shaky legs, the black fog receding from her. Unfortunately, Ja'far wasn't lucky enough, Kassim had regained quick control over his fog, which was most impressive. I stared right at Kassim, "Normally, I don't intervene, but when you're hurting a fellow clan member of mine, it becomes personal."

Someone behind me gasped in shock-Morgiana, duh!

Next to him, the bandaged Alibaba screamed in outrage at my sudden appearance, standing protectively in front of him, "Show yourself, coward!"

"What if I won't?" I challenged him, crossing my arms as if to emphasize my statement.

Kassim spit out blood, rubbing his stomach in agony, but I had to admit that he was hiding it well. To receive a kick from a Fanalist meant instant broken ribs and bleeding, ruptured organs, the injured person would be crying in pain, screaming until its throat would become hoarse. "You are hiding your injuries quite well, but if you won't receive treatment soon, you'll die." Maybe I was exaggerating a tiny bit, but there was truth to my words.

He chuckled dryly, wiping off the remaining blood speckles, "I-I know who y-you are. You are that girl distributing food to the starving people from Balbadd. You of all people should understand the importance of the Fog Troupe."

I raised my eyebrow, not caring about the consequences at all. "I understand that you guys are fighting off King Balbadd's injustice, but I won't stand by and let you hurt my precious sister." The moment that statement left my lips, everyone in the environment stiffened, "I have searched long for her and finally I have found her. No way will I let you or your group hurt her." Shifting my feet and readying myself to fight off anything, I took the Fanalis stance.

"Then I'll have to beat you up too." Alibabas muffled voice reached my ears and I lifted my chin up. "Hurting my friend isn't something I can easily forget either. I also protect those precious to me." he took a step forward, but Kassim stopped him, shaking his head negatively.

I didn't dare to look behind me, knowing that Morgiana was watching the scene enfold with wide eyes, "Onee-chan.."

Those small words made my heart flutter madly, my entire body becoming warm. "Don't worry Morgiana, no one will hurt you again."

Thankfully, Aladin woke up from his slumber, directly calling out his friend, Ugo. And then a giant mass of muscles appeared, the headless Djiin materializing from the flute. Most of the Fog Troupe screamed in fright, eyes widening to the point of popping out of their skull. I didn't blame them, I would have had the same expression. "I won't let you pass!" His Djiin lifted his arm, blocking their path.

Deciding to help out Aladin into scaring them shitless, I called my Djiin out, "Demon of Passion and Sensuality, hereby I call out to you, embody my will and bring forth power beyond imagination, Aim!" Fire engulfed the entirety of my body, power surging into my veins. Maybe I was overdoing it but I wanted to leave a good impression on them. Instantly, I felt the changes: wins erupting from my back, the famed star from Aim on my forehead, revealing, chiffon dress with risky splits on both my sides and many jewels decorating my frame, my hair remaining the same color with the slight change where the ends became a burning fire, but most the important off all was my precious humongous sword where the hilt took the form of angel's wings, many sapphire gems crafted within and gracious, elegant curves carved within the metal. In contrary to people's belief, the sword was far from heavy, in fact, it was feather light.

Said Magi stared at me with twinkling eyes, drool coming out his mouth. "Thank you for helping us out, Morgianas sister!"

"You're welcome!" I decided to ignored his creepy attitude towards boobs, which were well-proportioned, a trait I inherited from Mother. Unfortunately, Morgiana wasn't that lucky.

Eyes popping out of their sockets, Hassan shouted, "First we get a Metal Vessel user and now a blue giant?! What next?!"

"It's a monster, both of them, created by the military to wipe us out!" Zaynab replied anxious and fearful, sweat dripping off her temples.

More and more screams came forth, "We can't win!"

"No, Wonder Man Alibaba can bring us victory!"

And so on, and so on. People started to flee, some of them remained loyal to their group, standing guard. But all in all, a commotion within was unavoidable.

I smirked confidently at their scared expression, "Now, whoever dares to hurt my sister has to go through me!" I admit, revealing one of my Djiin equip may seem reckless and stupid, but for once I wanted to be selfish, for once I wanted to show my sister that I hadn't been doing pointless things, I wanted to show her that I was training to get stronger. To get the needed strength necessary for protecting my precious people. "Besides," I stared at Alibaba, "Weren't you planning on beating me up, Wonder Man Alibaba?"

Startled, he jerked his head backwards, and even Kassim regarded me with resentful bitterness. "Are you a spy?!"

Shrugging my shoulder, "Not really, I'm just well-informed."

"We should retreat, we can't fight them both!" Zaynab screeched, her voice trembling at the end.

Alibaba shook his head, "No, we can turn this to our favor, I know the master of the blue giant. And the girl will only hurt us if we hurt her sister, if we stay away from them, we'll be safe." With slow movements, he revealed the bandages and there was Alibaba, staring with cold, hard eyes-a stare that might scare off the strongest men.

Next to me Aladin froze, whispering, "Alibaba...?"

Aladin remained a frozen statue, unable to grasp reality. I watched him closely, remaining my position as Morgianas protector, even though she was strong enough to take them all out. True to my words, I would only attack if one dared to attack my sister. As for the rest, i remained neutral.

"Aladin, it's been a long time! Can you keep Ugo-kun back? You're scaring my friends." The blonde-haired King Vessel raised his hand, his eyes shadowed by his bangs.

Ja'far cried out in anguished anger, "No! Don't listen to what the thief says!" He turned his attention towards me, "Don't let him do anything stupid."

"I apologize but the only reason as to why I'm here is to protect my sister." I glanced towards Morgiana, ignoring Ja'far's incredulous look and walked towards her, "Morgiana, are you alright?" I helped her up, smiling softly at her flustered face, finding her blush endearing and adorable. Even she forgot everything around her, too focused with her magically appeared sister, which infuriated Ja'far even more.

"..are you really my onee-chan?"

Offended, I decided to un-equip, not finding it worthy to continue fighting. Besides, no one was going to attack us, too afraid to do so. At that moment, Ja'far screamed in irritated failure, wondering why he was surrounded by useless and idle people. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alibaba sigh in relief and talk to Aladin, passing him heartlessly. I clicked my tongue in disappointment, shaking my head. "O-onee-chan?"

I blinked, returning my attention on Morgiana, a bright smile plastered on my face, "I see you believe me now."

She nodded, tears welling up her eyes, her fingers moving to my ribbon, which was used to keep my hair in a high ponytail. That had been something Mother had given to us. While hers was red, mine was black. Mother had also embroidered both our names in it. She sniffed quietly, her breathing becoming loud as she wiped the tears away, unable to believe it all.

Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her, swallowing quietly as the people behind me started looting the entire place.

"Y-you h-have changed, onee-chan.."

"So do you, Morgiana, so do you." Ever since I had come to Balbadd, I had changed my outfit complete. The heat making it too difficult to wear thick clothes, instead I opted to wear thin, light clothes, which consisted of nothing more than black, puffy pants with golden lines on the side and a black bra, revealing my midriff, a thin, golden-colored chiffon jacket on top of it, no footwear, only barefooted, golden bracelet strapped to my forearms, with my Metal Vessels (scythe, sword, head piece, collar, earrings and chain bracelet). But when I went out, I used a scarf to hide my hair, donning it in a knot.

I soothed her, stroking her hair as she sniffed, sobbed, fingers clutching the fabric of my clothes tightly. "I promise, from now on, I won't leave you alone."

And that would be a promise that I will never break.

Omake - What if May had found Sinbad sleeping in the desert?

I whistled a happy tune, thinking of Morgiana. The rush of excitement was making me giddy and I still couldn't believe that soon I would see her again. Soon, I would be able to hug and even train her. Right now, I was strolling calmly towards Balbadd, hands in my pocket.

Sure, the heat was annoying, but nothing would destroy the happiness bubbling within me. Continuing my path, I found something lying on the ground, but upon getting closer, I noticed that this was a person, more precisely Sinbad! "Wow, I must be pretty lucky!" And then an evil plan popped up. Ticking my fingers against each other, I imitated a mad professor, evil laugh included, "Now little Sinbad, you'll wish you never slept here..."

Taking out red paint and black kohl, I started putting make-up on his face. I took off his clothes, yes, even his underwear and smirked devilish, placing a leaf on his private parts. Once, I was done, I leaned backwards, admiring my handiwork, "So, this is how a female Sinbad looks like. He could even go out like that and people will mistake him for one. Creepy.." I shuddered at that, having many bad thoughts already. Deciding to increase my evilness, I took out two apples and another black bra, strapping it around his make-shift breasts. Even after all of that, he didn't once wake up. He sure as hell was drunk not to feel any of these touches. For the finishing touch, I draped a silky, chiffon blanket over him, the image immediately becoming much elegant, his female side bursting out. Collecting all of his Metal Vessels, I stuck them in a small chest I had with me for the occasion, and together with the clothes, I closed it, knowing that the three brothers would steal them, even tough she was a "woman".

..but I did feel a small trickle of guilt.

Which I pushed away with a quick mental push, I stood up, dusting my hands. One by one, I picked up my equipment and hid behind the bushes, waiting. And waiting, until the three brothers would come.

After half an hour, I heard loud voices and shuffling of feet. Then, the three brothers appeared, all wearing longing expression as they eyed Sinbad, mistaking him for a female, "Isn't she a beauty?" The other two brothers nodded and their eyes moved to the chest filled with jewels, "But unfortunately we'll be taking this. We are thieves by heart." So, they stole everything, leaving him there. It was a good thing they didn't molest him-imagine that...

The horror!

With the stolen goods, they ran off, leaving the poor man behind.

Thieves gone, Sinbad woke up groggy, stretching his arms until he noticed his lack of, or should I say sudden change of clothes. "Huh?" Then his eyes popped out his sockets, hilariously so, and he touched his entire body, trying to hope and find his clothes. No matter what, his possession had been stolen and he was turned into a travesty. Sulking, he pulled of the bra and the uncomfortable apples, together with the silky blanket, glaring at the palm trees, "However did this will regret it!"

He pouted childishly when a single leaf fell slowly on the ground and to his mortification, he didn't even have underwear! "Oh c'me on! Weren't my jewels enough! You had to strip me off my dignity too!" He rose his fist dramatically in the air and shouted to the sky. "Ja'far will kill me!" No reply. His brooding became evident by dark clouds appearing above his head and I had to raise my brow at that strange phenomenon. I knew that a single cloud could form above someone, but that was purely scientific explained. Cloud formation started with evaporation, from water areas or moist ground areas, as the air was heated by the sun. Warmer air contained water vapor, which rose into the air until it cooled and started to condense onto dust particles. The tiny droplets of water grouped together and became clouds.

This, however, could not be explained. Sometimes, I forgot that I was in a magical world where everything became reality.

Freakin' hell, even lightning struck the ground!

Unexplainable.

And yet I understood it perfectly.

..weird, how my perspectives and personality had changed. Before I had been sheltered, most of life I was. Especially, my personality had changed completely. Somehow, I was glad with the changes, they were certainly welcome and a freshness I had longed for. Since, I had nothing stopping me from becoming whatever I wanted, I felt alive.

I suppressed giggling like a schoolgirl when Sinbad placed the leaf on his private parts again. But unfortunately, he heard the female sound and his head shot up, towards my direction. Such a stupid move and I was even stupider for letting it out. It had been too funny to ignore. "Who is there?"

Trying to sneak off quietly, I held a girlish scream when Sinbad was standing in front of me in all his naked glory, looking freakishly like a woman and yet not. "Y-You?!"

Recognition filled his eyes and I winced when he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Did you do this?"

I shook my head, "No, three men passed you by and took everything."

"And you just let them?!"

Pushing my legs in a standing position, I smirked, regaining my composure, "Yes, it had been your fault in the first place. Who sleeps in the middle of the desert!"

He glared in dismay, "A bit of help wasn't too much to ask, you know!"

Shrugging, "You should have thought of the consequences."

He spewed out a few curses, not meant for any childish ears. I giggled, seeing him this peculiar state since normally he was cool and calm. "I'll describe you who stole me, that's the least I can do for you."

Incredulous, he stared at me, "Are you crazy or are you just like that?"

"I'm always like this!" I chirped happily, eying him up and down, "But I have to say, my dear Sinbad, you look very sexy."

Manly pride filled him, "That's because I am!"

"No, I don't mean it like that, I mean you look very gorgeous what with that make-up."

"Huh?" He tilted his head to the side, touching his face, "What make-up?"

I motioned to his eyes and lips, quietly taking out my magic turban. Good thing he was occupied by it because I used that moment to advantage, jumping on top of the carpet, smirking devious and blowing him a kiss, "Before you say anything, you're welcome!" Realization was written in his eyes and before he could reach me I was high in the air, "And without your dear Metal Vessels you can't even reach me!"

"I'll kill you!"

I tapped my under lip, "You know, lately I get that a lot. First Judar and now you. I wonder why...?"

Outraged and furious, he answered, "Because maybe you're a hateful person!"

Giggling, I chided him with my fingers, "Don't be mean Sinbad, I know you don't mean that."

His reply was in the form of a rage-filled scream as he tugged on his hair. Well, I only had to wait for Morgiana to appear and then I would scoop her up and fly the hell out of here!

This omake is purely for the humor-it had absolutely nothing to do with the real story. Just enjoy it and review! :)