"HIYAH!" I yelled as I swung my blades at Sinbad with incredible speed, which he easily deflected. I gave a frustrated sigh as I turned away and pouted. My arms and legs were in dijin form and so was my sword.
"You're going to have to do better than that (Y/N)~" Sinbad gave me a teasingly smile as I glared back. I was beginning to get annoyed by him not even trying. He was in his dijin form with Baal again which showed off his chest pretty damn well.
"Sinbad, why don't you ever try when you fight me!" I spun around and shouted at him and continued. "Could it be you don't take me seriously...?" I said in a more quiet tone.
"It's not that (Y/N)..." He looked at me with an apologetic frown. I hated when he looked at me like that; I wish he would smile at me instead of give off such an obvious expression of emotional pain. He was going to continue his sentence, but I cut him off.
"You and I both know that you could easily conquer the world with the kind of power you possess!" I always showed my weak and insecure side to him...It's not fair...but...I...
"(Y/N)," Sinbad said in a stern voice as he gripped my shoulders in place. He leaned down to my level of height to look me in the eyes before continuing. "It's not because I don't see you as a warrior, but right now you just aren't strong enough to face me head on as a true opponent." He returned back to his normal position as I just pouted slightly to his truthful, yet stingy remark. "Besides, I wouldn't want my woman to get hurt!" He said abruptly. I shot my head up to Sinbad's face to see a smirk, as if he was anticipating my blushing face to stare up at him.
"W-w-whatever! JERK!" I shouted at him trying to cover up my own embarrassment. Sinbad just chuckled and complied with my constant bickering and judgement. The rest of my training ended with no progress worth mentioning. Sinbad came over and held a bottle of water out. I looked up to him and gave him a lopsided smile. He placed the water beside me and sat down. I took the water and started slurping it down.
"Hey (Y/N), have you ever been in love before?" Sinbad asked me, to which I spit the water out and started coughing like a old man. I turned into a blushing mess and jolted my face towards Sinbad, who was staring intently at me; watching my every move.
"L-love?" I asked, trying to avoid his eye contact.
Sinbad nodded his head firmly and gazed into my (E/C) pupils with his golden ones.
"Well....I don't think s-" I stopped mid-sentence remembering a relationship with one foreign boy who visited the capital of Simawi; my home.
flashback 10 years ago
"Hey, (Y/N) you should stop being a little slut. Your mom's going to die anyway!" a few of my peers were sneering and jeering, while throwing rocks and pebbles.
"You, stop!" A young man came to defend me. All I remember was that he had a handsome face, though I can't remember any of his distinct facial features or anything for that matter. I looked up at the boy with discontent and disgust. Why would he even bother? He must want something out of me, because there is no other reason to defend a young thirteen-year old. The older boy turned and looked at me.
"Hi'ya cutie! I'm ...... , Nice to meet ya'!" Why can't I remember his name, ugh how annoying. "Anyway, do you have any idea where I could possibly find the king?" The boy asked me.
"Yes..." I pointed towards the castle and found myself frowning. "Why do you need to know?" I asked with my eyebrows beginning to knit together.
"Well, I wanted to have him join my alliance! You see. I come The ............. company-"
"Listen, I did not ask to hear your whole damn life story pal." I cut him off and began walking away to my agency. At the time, I was a singer and dancer. I was a much better singer than dancer, but I got stage-fright more often. When I'm a dancer I'm too busy spinning to notice the people staring anyway.
"W-wait miss! Don't you need any help? Aren't you in distress?" he began chasing after me through the bustling streets of the capital. I stopped abruptly which caused him to run into my back.
"No, I'm not! Ever heard of the term unwanted help, huh?!" I yelled at him as I saw him gulp. I huffed and turned away.
no there has to be more...ugh...my head hurts. Why can't I remember anything else?!
end of flashback
"Um...(Y/N...?" Sinbad began waving his hand in front of my face as I was staring off into space.
"H-huh..?" I looked around confusingly.
"You spaced out for like, five minutes; is everything ok?" Sinbad asked me
"Y-yes...I was just remembering an old friend of mine..." I held my head in my hands, trying to digest what just happened and why I had such a sudden migraine. So many questions filled my head and Sinbad seemed to be the center of all of them...
"Sorry (Y/N), I shouldn't have asked that question...." He looked to the side, feeling guilty about the awkward outcome. I waved my hand in dismissal to his apology.
"It's fine, I really haven't had that many experiences when it comes to love even though I read so many novels about it. In fact, you were my first kiss!" I turned to smile at him.
"So that's why you were so upset in my office....I've truly become devious..." Sinbad grimaced with a gloomy aura.
"Idiot," I flicked him on the fore-head as he turned and looked at me. "What's done is done; the best way to live life is to keep moving forward!" I gave a big broad smile to cheer him up. I really have changed over the years, haven't I? It's weird how the things and people in your life can affect your outlook on the world. "Anyway Sinbad, why did you ask?"
"Huh? About what?" He looked to me with his mood going back to it's same routine.
"Y'know, about the love crap!" I shouted, thinking he already forgot it.
"Oh, that. I was just curious about it, that's all." And with with that Sinbad left without giving me a chance to answer. So wait...HE ISN'T IN LOVE WITH ANYONE?! I'm not sure if I should be happy or upset! I pouted on the bench while Sinbad hid around the corner of the wall, gripping the clothing that covered up his heart area with deep huffs and a crimson blush covering his face.
"Damnit..." He said trying to regain his composure.
_________________________________________Heya, it's been a while fam :3 Sorry for not updating. This was a lot of fun to write and I wish I updated sooner. I kinda just got a good idea of where I want to take the story with the reader's brother, Sinbad, and the golden haired maid. Oh also leave your guesses on who the mysterious first love of reader-chan is. I kinda made it blatantly obvious on who it is, but just for shits and giggles guess lol anyway I'll be updating more now.
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His Private Dancer (Sinbad x Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) is a dancer who works for money to buy her mother the medicine she needs for her illness, when a dugeon mysteriously appears out of nowhere. Now, (Y/N) fights hard for what she feels is necessary for her people, with a certain man by her side.
