MAGI Oneshots

Sobakasu (Freckles)

The lad with grey hair sighs, he supposedly enjoying this beach vacation with his friends but he couldn't do it at all.

"Jafar!" one of his friends' calls. Running towards him is his friend with white hair and dark skin. "Hey, how long will you stay there? C'mon, we came here to enjoy!"

Jafar smiles at his friend although this is a mix of loneliness that he couldn't figure out.

"I'm really sorry Sharkkan..."

Sharkkan sit next to Jafar,

"It is about that something you longing for?"

"Longing for... that's kind of too much to describe it."

"Then how would describe those feelings? You said it yourself, it's like you were waiting for something you don't know, yet you always looking for it."

Jafar stays quiet. Indeed, what he feels for that thing is longing, but why is he feeling it? He has been waiting, looking for that thing to show itself, but how will he tell if that thing is already in his grasp?

These feelings even get stronger when he is staring at the vast ocean. It is like the thing he waiting for is connected to the sea.

"This is the first time I see you here, are you new?"

Long purple hair tied in low ponytail dances at the soft blow of wind as the man smile at the elder lady.

"Yes."

Sinbad is a traveler, not just by the whole world but time as well.

Since he came back, he can no longer die.

Once, he tried to stab himself in loneliness, hoping he would die, but he woke up, alive and kicking.

He travels around the world with only one aim; to meet his family once again, to meet that certain person again.

Sinbad, the former high king of the seven seas, is fascinated by how the world tends to change every thousand years.

He is happy that real peace has finally been acquired without using the same strategy he once used.

He also witnessed how the magicians slowly disappeared into this new world, and those only remains are fortune tellers.

During his travels, he meets his generals several times, but only seven of them. For some reason, he couldn't find the person he longed for the most.

Sindria, Sinbad established a company and he named it after his kingdom. He uses it to become a place where they will be gathered by fate. But Jafar never once shows up.

Hundreds, thousands, millions, or even after billions of years have passed and yet no grey hair man with freckles enters the Sindria or his life.

Sinbad sighs. He misses his generals, and his family but he longs the most is his right-hand man. The nagging mother of everyone in Sindria.

He travels around the world hoping to find Jafar but with no luck.

He suffering so much.

He always misses his family.

He cannot keep them to his side, or else it will rise confusion and fear seeing, that he doesn't age, and never dies.

Every tenth generation, his family, his generals would always be coming back, all of them but Jafar.

But Sinbad went into total shock after observing and having a perfect view of the person that pulled him.

Jafar saw a man, he didn't know but he felt like he must go to that person, hold him and never let go.

Jafar pulls the man and their eyes met.

Both have wide eyes,

Tears started to come out of Sinbad's eyes. He really looks a lot like his lovable right hand.

But just like everyone else, Sinbad bet that this Jafar doesn't have memories of him.

Jafar smiles at him and utters the words that Sinbad never, no longer expects to hear from anyone.

"Welcome back Sin!"