***Judal***

Life sucked. Just when things started to get better, interesting in a non-annoying way, life just had to come and bite you in the ass.

He had finally gotten better. No more drugs, relatively normal sleeping pattern, and healthier body.

And then there was now. For the first time in months he wanted to lose him self in the euphoric state the drugs used to give him. Drown himself in alcohol. He wanted to run away from the memories. And he almost did. Almost.

Those stupid memories were flooding through his mind. He couldn't sleep. It had been hours since he got to his hotel room. It was almost midnight. Yeah, life was a bitch. He gave up fighting the memories and just let them consume him, sure that he would have a headache when he was done strolling down memory lane.

Judal sat in front of his hotel room. His stupid manager was supposed to meet him here an hour ago with the key to his room. He strummed his guitar, singing the lyrics to an old favorite of his. He had no idea what time it was, his phone was dead. He was tired. He really wanted to get into his room. Damn his manager for making him wait out in the cold hallway.

A door across the hall and a little way down opened. There went the third girl he had seen whoever was in that room invite in in the past week. A few minutes later a purple-haired man came out. He walked towards Judal slowly, waiting for Judal to finish the song. When he was done Judal looked up.

"You're good." He waited but Judal didn't answer, just returned to strumming the guitar. "What are you doing out here?"

A pause. "My idiot manager never gave me the key to my room and since he reserved it in his name like an idiot I can't get another one from the receptionist."

"It's cold out here."

"Thank you for that enlightening bit of information captain obvious."

"Quite sarcastic I see. My name is Sinbad."

So this is the infamous Sinbad. His label hated the man who stood before him. He smirked, if Ithnan was going to make him weight then he was going to retaliate. "Judal."

"Come with me. You shouldn't wait outside."

Judal stood and followed the man to his room. Sinbad was quite the flirt, even with him. Sixteen-year-old Judal couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that. Men too huh, or is he just a flirtatious person. Somehow I doubt it.

They continued their little conversation of meaningless flirting and teasing, biting sarcasm and jokes, until Judal heard Ithnan in the hallway.

"Well, I guess I should be going then. See you around, Mr. CEO."

And Judal did see him around. Sinbad took him out to dinner, played music with him, and befriended him. Sinbad seduced the hell out of him, and though Judal hated to admit it, he had been innocent and gullible in regards to relationships and sex. He had fallen for Sinbad hook, line, and sinker before he even realized. And he had paid for it dearly in following years.

~~~Time passes in their relationship~~~

"You should come be part of my label. Sindria is nicer to its artists."

"I don't know. My contract with Al Thamen states I have to stay with them at least three years. It's only been two. I would have to pay a huge fee."

"I'll pay for it. Who cares. I want you."

Sinbad said those pretty words again, I want you. He had always wanted to hear those words, and Sinbad gave them to him. He felt the others lips on his neck. What if he just let Sinbad have what he wanted? He could do that couldn't he? Then he would be part of the Sindria Label and he would get more rights to his music and more choices. And Sinbad would be happy. Those thoughts lead to a lot of regrets. But, at the time, they had felt right.

So Sinbad got his way. He took Judal's innocence away. Several times actually. Judal thought Sinbad loved him. He thought that was what all the physical touches indicated. It sucked when He turned out to be wrong.

~~~A few weeks after the deal~~~

Life was a bitch. That was Judal's first thought when he felt something off. Sinbad had been warming his bed for the past few weeks. Little warning signs were going off in his hear. He stood up slowly, pulling the hotel robe on slowly, he was still extremely sore from the previous nights activity. He entered the living area of the hotel and found a note on the little table. He had been used. He had been played, then tossed aside.

-Judal, It's been fun. I'm going back home now. When that contract of yours with Al Thamen is up, come talk to me. You have a voice that would work well with several of my other singers. You could be a great back-up. Later—Sinbad

That-that-that disgusting, shitheaded man-whore had used him. He had been fucking played. Son of a bitch! Who did this asshat think he was?

Judal broke down. He actually cried. He sobbed for days. He raided the mini-bar in the hotel room, and when that wasn't enough he paid someone to get him more alcohol-screw underage drinking laws. Screw everything. He was broken. He didn't want to move. He was miserable. Sinbad had broken their deal. Judal was more then pissed.

He healed in his own way. He went on a dating streak like mad, models, actors, singers, artists, celebrities, non-celebrities, anyone who looked good for the cameras. He improved his image, while behind the scenes he drank alcohol, and eventually did drugs. He coped in a bad way, but it was coping. He healed. Slowly.

And now he was better. It had been roughly three years since then. Judal had healed and moved on, then healed from his chosen healing method. But today, seeing Sinbad had been like a slap in the face. It really sucked. He ignored the emotions that wanted to escape. He wouldn't return to the emptiness and the feeling of betrayal. Fuck that. He was better then that. He had vowed to become more popular then Sinbad, vowed to ruin the man. He still planned to. The man was going to pay dearly for the misery he had caused.

With scrambled thoughts of the woman he had crushed on before Sinbad, Sinbad himself, and Aladdin he slipped into a dreamless sleep.

Hello!

And yeah, there's a look at Judal before the drugs. Haha. Not sure how I feel about this chapter.

There is a poll up so please take a minute to look and choose the relationships you want to see. I'm leaning towards a certain set but I want to know what you think! I may or may not change who I want together. We shall see.

Anyway yeah. What do you guys think about Sinbad now?

Personally I don't really like Sinbad in the anime/manga, but I don't really know why. He just bugs me I guess. That's why he tends to end up as a bad guy or in opposition of the main characters in so many of my stories. I feel like most people write him as the good guy and Kouen as the bad guy, but I am so much leaning towards the reverse of that. I love Kou way more then Sindria, again, I have no idea why but it is what it is. What about you guys?

Ahhhh. Kouha. What do I do with you? I want to make him a major playboy but I also want to pair him with someone. I have no idea guys someone tell me what to do!...I like the idea of him being better with girls then Sinbad (smirk) :D

Anyway yeah. Make sure to vote while the poll is open pretty please.

Until Next Time!

-Kizuna