疑惑と不安 || Sinbad x Reader

||11|| それら

それら || Them.

Judar was notorious for the crimes that he committed all over the place. Whether it be from attacking innocent bystanders or just fucking with the heads of important people.

Or maybe even trying to steal the heart of some beautiful young lad—unintentional or not.

Whatever the case, he was still someone that was incredibly unpredictable and took the side of no one—he was always doing whatever he felt.

As for [Y/N], she was known for her lack of reactions towards the black haired magi. The female had avoided falling into each and every trap and advance the male would make.

It wasn't a secret that the fallen magi wanted [Y/N]—the reason was unknown. People believed that it was her beauty that had captivated the ruthless man but others believed that it was her incredible strength that she hid within.

Whatever it was, the swordsman didn't care much for the male. She didn't think much of it, only moving to tempt him even more. Not to get a reaction out of Judar—but out of Sinbad.

However, Sinbad did not react accordingly. Better yet, the man didn't have any reaction whatsoever. There was no display of jealous or smugness. The only reaction she got was the look of content, a face that said that [Y/N]'s actions were predictable.

But when did all of this begin?

The [H/C] haired female wasn't even at the age of fourteen when she came across the young magi. The outside world that she traveled about along side Sinbad was still something new to her and she didn't know that there were people who could willingly float.

Out of curiosity, the young female asked the mischievous child about his abilities to "walk on air," as she put it. The red eyed boy was shocked by her question but only smirked before replying with, "It's called flying."

After their first encounter, they seemed to only run into each other constantly. Sinbad, after two weeks of traveling endlessly, finally met the notorious "Black Haired Runt," that little [Y/N] raved about daily.

The purple hair teen was obviously aggravated by the talk of the mysterious man. The other paid no kind to it, however.

As the three grew older, it seemed that Judar's intentions became more wicked and wrong.

But his interested for [Y/N] never dwindled, only growing as they became stronger and had more reasons to fight and live. Judar realized that his object of interest was absorbed into something—someone. That didn't matter much to him though.

He was superior.

"Why would you waste time on someone who doesn't even look at you for longer than two seconds?" Asked Judar at the age of eighteen. The young warrior only raised her eyes, ignoring the sting in her heart.

"Because I can see the good in him." Is what she replied with, still trying to find closure with her emotions at such a young age. That left the other teen in shock, his eyes wide that the other was thought to be superior over him.

The persistent chase traveled into the present, the prey now playing along with the predator. It was a little innocent game of cat and mouse, somewhat.

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The quill in the hands of [Y/N] smoothly wrote sentence after sentence. The paper work assigned to the said female dwindling down as she continued to read over and organize the stacks of paper into two more stacks.

The open window behind her allowed the sun to enter and act as a ray of light to aid her with the work laid out in front of her.

Of course, it was like any other boring day. Both Ja'far and [Y/N] would throw themselves into the endless piles of work for the lazy King of Sindria. The peaceful day was filled with nothing but the sound of the ink scribbling down on the scrolls. Of course, in their respectable offices.

The peaceful silence was interrupted by the sound of someone coming in through the window, the pen in the eighth general's hand halted at the sound. Her eyes closing in irritation.

"What?" She spat out, her body slowly turning to look behind her. Her eyes met with those that had a color resembling blood and murder. The man chuckled lowly, smile stretching across his face  as the female gave him a disdainful look.

[Y/N] rolled her eyes and turned around, facing the paperwork once again, "You're not suppose to be here." She pointed out.

"I know, I just wanted to pay a visit." He spoke finally, she rolled her eyes again in response.

"I saw you yesterday. There is no reason for you to," she paused and exhaled, "come pay me a visit or whatever."

Judar made a soft whiny sound before he walked around the table, waving his little wand around with a look on his face. [Y/N] did not look up once, her hand going back into the same motion she was displaying before the appearance of the magi.

A frown tugged at the end of his lips, upset that the female wasn't looking at him. "[Y/N]," He whispered lowly, voice full of unknown intents, "Pay attention to me, dammit."

At the sound of her name, she looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. Judar finally smiled again as he now had her full attention. He didn't say anything though, only looking at her face with a smile.

"If you're not going to say anything then I'll—" Judar grabbed her by her chin, raising an eyebrow as he looked into her eyes with a dark smirk.

"You'll what?" Questioned he, hands gripping at her face roughly. She stared at him back, eyes unwavering. The warrior gave no reply, only staring into his deep, red eyes.

Judar frowned at the lack of reaction, wanting more. The female slowly smiled, cocking her head to the side at him mockingly. The magi growled lowly, tightening his grip.

[Y/N]'s smile dropped, "Stop, you'll leave a mark on my face."

Judar scoffed, his face contorting into many expressions. "Then they'll know you're rightfully mine." He muttered as he brought his lips to her own.

Her eyes widened in surprise, hands coming up to push the male away. Judar's body didn't move however. Soon, he pulled back and smirked at the now flustered woman. She hadn't planned for any of this, her heart pounded against her chest loudly as she looked up at the black haired man.

Judar chuckled again, leaping towards the open window that he came in through. He waved a goodbye and leaped our happily, leaving [Y/N] alone and a mess.

Just moments later, there was a knock at the door and in cane both Sinbad and Sharrkan. Her eyes looked up at the both of them with horror, her flushed face now being covered her her dainty hands. Tears threatened to spill as the two looked at each other in confusion.

"[Y/N]—"

"Please leave! You can come back later!" She exclaimed as she shooed the both of them away. They looked at each other again, confused before finally leaving as requested.

As soon as the door closed she broke out into a sob.

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HELLO! You know how I said I was going to start a Hisoka fic? Well, I posted the prologue a few days ago. I would appreciate if you guys would check it out! It's called Peculiar! Anyways, I tried a different style of writing. Do you guys like it?