One push is all it takes

Chapter 4

TRIGGER WARNING: um... dunking? drowning?

I forgot to say this last chapter but HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!🎊

"Jafar, please calm down," Sinbad pleaded. Currently all the generals were inside the meeting room, including the servant who had seen the criminals.

"Calm down?!" Jafar raced around the room, pacing, acting as if he were in thought but in reality everyone knew he wasn't. He was just panicking, which wasn't the best for the circumstances. "How do you expect me to calm down? Shaka's back and it's only a matter of time before he fucking goes berserk for magoi."

"Maybe it would help if you told us who Shaka is," Hina stepped in. Sinbad mentally thanked the rukh. Jafar would always listen to his adoptive father-

"That isn't going to change the fact that he's back," Jafar yelled. Oh. Okay. He turned to the servant, who flinched. He held up the drawing. "Are you sure this is who you saw?!" The girl nodded, and Jafar groaned loudly.

"Jafar, you have to stop your tantrum," Yamuraiha scolded, clearly getting frustrated. That was a bad move on her part, as she's the only person Jafar didn't know in the room- apart from the servant girl. Jafar turned to her, eyes slitted like a cats.

"Shut up, shell breasts." Before, Jafar used that to describe Yam, now it was an insult. A clear contrast to Jafar's bluntness was his insults. They'd almost seem to be the same thing, but clearly... they weren't. Yam gasped while Sharrkan irrupted into laughter. Jafar then groaned again, grabbing his hair. "This is all so FUCKED up!" He ran to the door, flinging it open. "I'll go think of something. Just- just stay here." He eyed Sinbad.

"I don't think it's a good idea to-" Jafar slammed the door before Spartos could finish. "Go alone..."

Sinbad sighed, rubbing his temples. He swears he's getting new wrinkles everyday.

"You need to get him under control," Yamuraiha reprimanded, glaring at Sinbad.

"It's not my fault he's acting this way," Sin defended, refusing to make eye contact. When no one said anything, only stare at him, he sighed and stood up. "You know," he started, grabbing the door handle, "it would help if you guys talked to him rather than judge him." With that, he closed the door.

Sinbad found Jafar on the roof and sat down next to him. The latter sighed, pulling his legs closer to his chest.

"I thought this was supposed to be a place to get away from everyone," Jafar mumbled, not mentioning how Sin defied his order to stay put. Sin chuckled.

"Yes, but you intruded my place last time. Only fair." Jafar sighed again, turning his head the opposite way of his friend. "I'm sorry about Yam. She can be... well-"

"Don't apologize for her. Besides, she was right. I was throwing a tantrum." Sinbad frowned, resting his hand on Jafar's back.

"Don't force yourself to believe something that isn't true. Just because someone said it, doesn't make it-"

"-True. I know, I know."

There was a long down out moment of silence.

"I just," Jafar started, sitting up and raising his hands while he talked- or, well, ranted. "I just feel..."

"Scared?" Sinbad leaned forward a little to see Jafar's expression. The latter stared down at his feet, eyes wide but brows pressed down. Pupils dilated as if he were on edge, mouth pressed to a line. He then snickered a bit.

"Scared? Yeah, I guess you could say that." When Jafar didn't continue, Sinbad opened his mouth to, only to get cut off by the former. "Did I ever tell you I started regaining memories?" Sin's eyes widened, hand slightly moving away from Jafar's back. "I'll take that as a no. Sorry. Last night I had a dream about fighting Shaka with Vittel and Mahad. At first I thought it was just a nightmare, with what happening to them and all, but when I remembered how you mentioned how they died, I knew it wasn't a dream."