Chapter 3

29 2 7
                                    





"Well..." Jafar started, walking around the scene of the crime. He was currently looking at the wall that he had been thrown into the nights prior. "Seems to me that whoever attacked me didn't want information." Sinbad walked up behind him, glancing from the rubble to the white hair of his friend.

"Why do you say that," he asked, hands on his hips.

"Because I'm still here. They wanted me alive, not injured, but still unable to do anything about the attack," Jafar pressed his brows together into a thin line. "This isn't an attack to me, it's a threat to you." He turned to Sinbad, who's lips copied Jafar's brows.

"A threat? Hah," Sin kneeled down to the rubble, picking up a fragment of the wall. "Yeah, that seems likely. Unfortunately for them, they don't know that little Jafar is a master at investigation!" Jafar huffed, putting his hands on his hips and favoring his right side. A small grin formed on his face.

"Are you indicating that old me is not?" Sinbad chuckled, wrapping an arm around the smaller's shoulder. He didn't answer. Jafar frowned and turned back to the rubble. "Either way, Sindria should be on lockdown- or high alert. All trading must be checked-"

"Lucky for you," Sin cut him off, standing up. "You were in charge of trade, so you can handle that." Jafar crossed his arms. "Whaaaaaaat?"

"You are just as capable as me to deal with trade," he scolded, "You just want to goof around with ladies," he then turned away and walked down the garden. Sinbad ran after him.

"Hey. Hey. Heyyyyyyyy," he called, waving his arms about. Jafar was fast, he'd admit. "Just because I don't have my- um- partner right now doesn't mean the first thing I'll do is go hang out with girls."

Jafar stopped in his tracks, giving Sinbad a cold glare that could only measure up to saying, don't lie to me. He pressed- more like pointed- his finger into Sin's chest, as if accusing him. Well, he was, technically. "You can't lie to me Sin. I know you. Sure you'll go to the bars not intending on hitting on woman, but once you're drunk you'll be to stoned to understand what you're doing. Like a monkey fucking a coconut or some shit like that."

Wait. Was that a jab at Sin's looks?

Jafar continued, "then Hina and I will have to drag your sorry ass out the bar in the morning while you throw up all over me." He sighed, resting his hand over his forehead. "How'd I ever fall for you in the future? Like, I really don't see the appeal right now."

You see, sometimes Jafar's bluntness was a blessing, while other times it was like a harsh truth being thrown at you at high speeds that you don't see coming. Sin felt his world shatter instantly.

"I-I honestly don't know either," he played it off with a smile and a chuckle. "Anyway, I suppose you're right. I'll handle the trade stuff while you and the others figure out who did this." Without waiting for a reply, Sin walked off.

However, he didn't go to his room, his workplace (that had also became Jafar's- before he turned small) or his meeting room. Instead, he found himself on the rooftop, watching the waves from far away crash onto the sand. Listening to the birds chirp as they flew over the palace. Watched the sun hit its peak. It was peaceful, and eventually he rested his head against the roof and closed his eyes.



He opened them, only to see that the sun was setting. Did he really sleep for that long? Everyone must be worried.

Before Sin could get down from the roof, however, a silhouette appeared behind him.

"That's where you went," Jafar's voice- older- said. He sat down next to Sin, and that's when he knew this was a dream. Why was Jafar older again? It wasn't like it's happened before, and he's been child-sized for a few days now. "I miss the ocean." His voice brought Sin back to reality- or, well, the dream.

One push is all it takesWhere stories live. Discover now