疑惑と不安 || Sinbad x Reader

||15|| 消える

消える|| to vanish, to go out.

Sharrkan's eyes darted about, taking in his surroundings as his eyes attempted to adjust. It was dark, foggy, and borderline blurry. Confusion began to creep up into his chest as his body struggled to get up. His legs wobbled weakly as he slowly lifted one foot up at a time to begin moving. His eyesight began to improve the more that he limped forward, it felt as though he was searching for something but he didn't know exactly what or who it was. 

Far into the distance there was a silhouette clad in long, traditional robes. The clothing dragged slowly and heavily across the cold, grey, concrete ground. Sharrkan could hear the sound of the fabric rubbing against the rough flooring, his attention being drawn towards the silhouette. He picked up the pace, now jogging towards his destination. 

The silhouette shifted its attention towards the sound of footsteps. Their head snapped back to look over their shoulder, curious on who was causing all the commotion. The closer that the white haired man inched towards the silhouette, the easier it was to make out who it was. 

The fog that was surrounding the area seemed to disperse as he neared the person clad in traditional clothing, his eyes widened as he reached out for the person.

Please don't leave me. 

"Please!" Exclaimed the swordsman as he tripped over his own foot, landing flat onto his stomach as he lifted his head to look straight up at them, "[Y/N], please!" 

The said female smiled gently, tilting her head a bit to the side before she turned around and disappeared into the dark grey puffs of fog. 

"[Y/N]! No!"

Sharrkan thrashed about in his bed, cold sweat dripping down his body as he yelled for the female. The general jolted up and panted heavily as his heart pounded. His head followed the same pattern of the pounding his heart made, causing him to feel dizzy as he adjusted to the bright sun beaming in through the window. 

His nails dug into the palms of his hand as he gritted his teeth and punched the bed angrily. 

"Sharrkan," Said a voice from next to the bed, "Calm down, I understand why you're mad and upset." He directed his attention towards the voice and smiled a sad, weak smile. 

"Thanks for being here, Yam." Replied back the man weakly after a minute of silence. The female could only place her hand on top of his and send a gentle smile towards him. Her thumb rubbed affectionately across his skin as he continued to beat himself up over the incident. 

It's been three days. 

Three days without [Y/N] and three days full of nightmares for Sharrkan. It's been three days of stress and planning for the generals and the king himself. 

The long haired male was angry that they couldn't make a move any sooner but he understood why. It was possible that this was a trap to capture the king or maybe any of the others; however, he remembered that Iksun was coming specifically for the Mastinian female. He remembered the words he spat out before taking hold of [Y/N] and the words he spat out before knocking out the other male. 

Sharrkan scoffed to himself before moving out of bed. He turned to look at Yamraiha and signaled with his head he was going to leave to train. 

The magician got up and followed after the swordsman, staff in one hand as they walked in silence down to the training grounds.

It was true that the other generals were beginning to feel the stress and anxiety from losing one of their generals to the Mastinian Kingdom. [Y/N] believed that she would never step back into Mastinia and yet she was taken right from their hands and back to where she came from. It was something she didn't want at all. And while they felt an incredible amount of pressure and worry about bringing her back to Sindria, both Sharrkan and Sinbad felt the most pressure. 

Sharrkan continued to beat himself up, calling himself weak and incapable. He was upset that he wasn't able to do anything for [Y/N], wasn't able to protect her. While [Y/N] was capable of protecting herself, he didn't do as much as he could to lend a hand during such a serious situation. Sinbad had a similar feeling at one point but it turned into worry. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to see her again, wouldn't be able to touch her again, wouldn't be able to hear her soft laugh or see her radiant smile again. 

Sinbad knocked some sense into himself though. 

He knew she was strong, independent, and quite intelligent. She could protect herself. Their priority for now was to track her down and bring her back safely before she crumbles and crashes. 

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"Beautiful as always," Echoed a man's voice, footsteps bouncing off the stone walls as he circled around a chained up female, "I am so glad that I was able to bring you back to where you  belong." He cooed lowly, voice hushed as he whispered into the female's ear. 

He tucked his index finger under her chin, directing her attention towards him as his tongue escaped his lips and lapped at her cheeks. Her eyes were dark and empty, lips left agape as the man smirked to himself and let her head drop down rather roughly. The chains of which her arms were tied up with rattled about as her head dropped down. 

Iksun crossed his arms and continued to circle around her. 

"If you hadn't argued against me and disobeyed me, you wouldn't have been in this situation." Said the man to the unconscious female. He recalled the events from a few minutes prior to now. The Mastinian male remembered the dark look in her eyes, the furrow of her eyebrows as she sneered at the man as he told her what he had planned out for her. 

He chuckled lowly to himself and grabbed the female by the scalp. His faced inched closer to her face as he smiled wickedly.

"Oh my dear little [Y/N], you're just so precious." 

 Her eyes began to regain it's life as he inched closer to her face, she rolled her eyes and spat in his face. 

"I dare you to move closer."