Magi: The School of Magic

Rewind (Sinbad x Ja'far)

Jafar settled a pile of papers to his desk after walking a long distance from his class. "Morning, Jafar." Sinbad greeted the lad with a smile, two cups of coffee in his hands. "Here, to get you settled." Sinbad reached out a cup of coffee. Jafar took it and said "Thanks, Sin." "I'm always here to help you." Sinbad grinned and rubbed his head playfully. "Get off me!!" Jafar pushed him away, blushing.

"Well would you look at this piece of shit." I groaned.

Behind the school walls was a vandal saying "SCHOOL IS SHIT". Seriously, if you're going to say it, why not say it to yourself?

My name is Sinbad, 14 years old and a scholar in Magi Academy. Things have been going well here, and not to mention I am really popular with the ladies, hahah~

I crossed my arms, biting my lips. I was given a task to find out who was the culprit of the vandals here, and I haven't made much of a progress, not to mention this task was given to me months ago. I can't make up a decent excuse now, couldn't I?

That night, a party was celebrated at the school.

Some of my drunk friends pushed me to drink, but all I could handle were a few glasses. After all, I wouldn't want to be drunk and have a bad reputation at this school, plus I can't handle that much alcohol. I mean, come on, the ruler of the seven seas is 14. I don't think I'm legal even to drink.

After the party, I went straight to my dorm and fell of the bottom bunk, feeling myself melting over the bed.

Crap. I was so tired lately, from all the dancing and stuff, not to mention we have a test to take the following days... I felt myself being consumed into sleep, my vision blackening and fading away—

A crash from the windows shook me wide awake.

"Who's there!?"

But then I felt someone tackled me down to the floor from behind.

Crashing down, I hurt my head. I groaned, and surprisingly saw a young boy, predictably an assassin, on top of me, with bandages covered his whole body, and a dirty pale skin. His green eyes were like snakes about to sting poison, and a red string of wire bound in his arms.

"Who are you!?" I groaned, his wires strangling me. "You're about to know." He whispered.

I fought back, flipping him over and getting back to my feet, while he slides down across the room, huffing. "Aren't you a bit young to do this!?" I exclaimed, pitying the young lad.

"Shut up!!" He gritted his teeth and advanced towards me, pinning me down again. He held out his dagger, ready to stab my chest—

Fortunately, Hinahoho and her sister, Pipirika, held down the boy and tied him up before he got to me.

"Who sent you?" Normally, it was the first thing to ask when a situation like this happens. Meh, you can never be not cliché at times."Nobody, fuck off!!" Ok wow, how old is this boy, ten?

"Watch your language." I spoke with a harsh tone. He silenced, yet he didn't say anything about his sender. I stared at the young boy. He was probably one of Parthevia's troops, and probably the one vandalizing the school walls. I pitied the boy. At such a young age, he was taught how to murder, vandal, even cussing...

I sighed and lowered my feet, meeting the assassin's eyes directly.

"Why are you doing this?" "Why do you care?"

"Don't you think your parents will be worried? Disappointed? Look of what has become of you."

The young boy closed his eyes and shook his head violently.