The Unbroken Promise {A Magi Fanfiction}

Chapter Six: I Have An Idea, Let's Fight Crime

Later that day, they met up with Sin, Jafar, and Masrur for dinner.

Sin had laid out a plate for them. "Help yourself," he said. "This is a Balbadd specialty!"

Aladdin looked hungrily at the fish in front of him and Morgiana drooled.

Mikha gagged and covered her mouth. "It's a...fish..."

"You don't like fish, Mi?" Aladdin asked, food in his mouth. She gagged again.

Rashil slapped the back of his head. "Come on, man! Talk when you've swallowed! We don't need to see your half masticated food!"

Mikha gulped. "No, no... It's okay. That's not really it, Aladdin. I do like fish, I just prefer it when they don't have faces. Or eyes... Or fins..."

She started wobbling and Rashil propped her up. "Okay, big sis. Let's get you away from the fish. We'll eat something else, okay?"

Mikha nodded. "Okay, but we have to get far enough away to not smell it."

"Understood." They both walked away. Eventually Mikha could walk herself, once they were far enough away from the wafting fishy smell.

"Ah..." Sin began. "Well." He cleared his throat. "I almost forgot, these are my subordinates--"

"Offensive!" They heard Rashil yell from the other side of the patio.

"Uh... My compatriots?" She gave him a thumbs up in the distance. "Anyway, my compatriots. This is Jafar." He gestured to the freckled white-haired man. "And Masrur." He gestured to the pink-haired man. "Also, it may interest you, Morgiana, but Masrur is also a Fana-"

"Mikha already told me," Morgiana said. "He is a Fanalis."

Sin threw his hands in the air. "Well, then! That's out of the way! I was hoping I'd be able to tell you something interesting but--"

"The clever one got to it first," Masrur said.

Sin sighed in defeat. "Yes. Yes, she did." His eyes shot wide open. "Wait, I should be offended by that!"

Soon, the fish was devoured and Mikha and Rashil returned to the table.

"Whatchya talking about?" Rashil asked Jafar.

"Oh, Sin just made a stupid promise," he said.

She crossed her arms. "Ugh, again?"

"Yes." 

Considering the ex-assassin and the brunette Dungeon Capturer both had freckles, short-ish stature, and a disapproving attitude when it came to Sin's plans, when they both glared at him (like they were right now), they looked very similar.

"I guess they call you 'Sin' for a reason, huh?" Rashil said.

Sin covered his eyes. "Please, stop glaring at me... You'll ruin what's left of my soul."

Mikha sat down next to Rashil with a cup of tea. "Ah, what'd he over-promise for now?"

Sin's jaw dropped. "Et tu, Mikha?"

Jafar explained what had happened earlier that day with the king of Balbadd while they discussed resuming trade with Sindria.

Rashil slammed her hands on the table. "You did WHAT?"

Mikha tugged her back into her chair. "You're too loud! Don't draw attention."

"So," Jafar began. "What's the plan? Making such a rash promise when we don't even have our equipment."