The continuation of the 2nd part of the series of What?!

 Forgive me for any spelling mistakes, I'll later edit this.

 Maybe I should make a 4th part? This part doesn't seem, complete, if you ask me. I guess that I wanted to write it as a fluff, but it kinda got mixed up.

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  "She had used this Djinn Equip only once. And even now, it amazes me." Fenrir whistled, as his knives shined from the magoi that radiated around them.

 "W-What is this?!" Ja'far shrieked. 

 "This is..." Fenrir sighed as he spun around, facing the Household members of Sinbad. "This is Dolores, the Djinn of Pain."

 "She sure has some fetish towards painful characters." Someone mumbled from behind. 

 "(Y/N) has some complicated relationship with that Djinn, if I have to be honest. Usually, when (Y/N) uses her Djinn Equips, she can make the world explode into two. That's why no one actually sends her on missions, ehehe..." Fenrir scratched his head nervously. "She's strong enough without using the Equips, but I guess your King decided to test the things himself, huh?" 

 "Complicated relationships?" Aladdin raised his wand in the air as if he was trying to chant a spell. 

 "Don't. That Djinn can kill whoever he wants. Many have tried to wield him in that Dungeon, but no one has succeeded. (Y/N) is the only one that can suppress his anger. At least for now. Dolores wants a body so that he can cause destruction, that's his nature." Fenrir gulped, glancing that the silent figure that soared in the air. 

 ..... 

 You've summoned me to give yourself to me? The Djinn chuckled in her mind, making (Y/N) grab her head. 

 "I'll never... Give myself to you...!" She yelled. 

 Sinbad watched as the two personalities fought for domination. Underneath the mask that (Y/N) wore and the hood that covered her shining (h/c) hair, he couldn't find any emotion, but he knew she was in pain from the way her body moved. 

 The cloak danced with the air that passed around her body, giving the impression as if she was the demon of death. 

 The chest plate continued underneath her breasts, and the black cloth was serving as a shirt until the waist. Her legs were covered with silverish plates, much similar to her chest plate. There were black cloths tied around her arms and legs, covering her small figure. Her weapons, although this time not a big as her scythe, were held tightly in her hands. 

 "Chains and sickles...." He murmured. 

 Submit to me and my desires, (Y/N)! The Djinn roared from inside her mind, making her body freeze from the pain that came as waves crashing in her body. 

 "N-Never..." She mumbled, her glowing eyes glaring at the King of Sindria, who readied himself for battle.

 She charged herself as the speed of light at Sinbad, who had a rough time blocking her power that was sent at him. 

 "Nice one..." He said, pushing her away. He felt her smirk underneath the mask she wore. 

 The battle was intense. Neither side gave their domination, but it was clear that (Y/N) was beginning to lose her magoi as her Djinn Equip flashed a few times. 

 Sinbad knew that it was time to settle this, once and forever. 

 "Sinbad!" Fenrir roared from underneath, pointing at (Y/N). "She's losing it!" 

 The King quickly glanced at the woman, who fell down on the rocks, screaming in pain as her body started to glow in the radiance of dark and silver. Her body trembled as it started to change into more warrior-like appearance. The third eye on her forehead, that was closed all this time, opened suddenly. 

 (Y/N), or no, Doroles chuckled, as he glanced to the air at the King. 

 "She finally submitted to me." He chuckled, kneeling down, suddenly disappearing. "It's time for the nuisance like you to die. This is my time!" Sinbad felt Dolores' breath behind him.

 .........

 "Stubborn girl, stupid, stupid stubborn girl." Fenrir fell on his knees, his weapons bouncing around him. "All I ever wanted her is to use the god damn Equips as less as possible." He felt his body burn with rage. 

 "Why did she capture these Djinns? More precisely Dolores?!" Yami-san stood next to the Household wielder. 

 "It was to prove herself..." He cried out, smashing his fists in the ground. "I've accepted to be a Household member only to protect her. No one else wanted. Everyone are scared of the Djinns." He mumbled. 

 "This is not the time to lose to the sadness. We have to help both Sin and (Y/N)!" Drakon roared, his household shining. 

 "Yes!" Morgiana raised her fist together with Alibaba. 

 Fenrir glanced at the group that nodded with agreement at him. He smiled at the hope they gave him. 

 .......

 Sinbad had switched his Equips from Baal to Valefor in order to slow Dolores' movements as much as he could. Although he wished to use more power against the Djinn of pain, he risked hurting (Y/N). After all, she was his vessel at the moment. 

 Suddenly, a flash of light passed by him, hitting Dolores in the shoulder, causing him to hiss. 

 "Who dares to interrupt me?!" 

 "We do." Sin glanced at the group that now stood on the higher parts of the rocks, glaring at the Djinn. 

 "More people to kill. Seems fun. For me." He disappeared again in the air, crashing the chains and sickles a the rocks, making the surface unstable for the Household members. 

  Hurt them and I'll make you suffer! (Y/N) screamed inside Dolores, making the Djinn gasp. 

 "You're still here?!" He talked to himself. "Good, then you'll see your friends suffer."  He laughed. 

 This Djinn was the devil itself, and (Y/N) fought as much as she could to regain control of her body. 

 Every time Dolores tried to dodge someone's attack, (Y/N) pushed him right at it, so that he could start to lose the energy that was dwelled inside him. 

 You'll lose and I'll make you suffer. You are my Djinn. You will listen to my will! (Y/N) used all her energy left to push her consciousness back inside the body that Dolores had possessed. 

 The Djinn froze in mid-air, grabbing his head with both his hands, his chains and sickles swinging lifelessly in the air. 

 "S-Sin!" (Y/N) felt her chest burning from the pain that Dolores used against her. "U-Use your Extreme Magic! Now!" She yelled. 

 "Are you crazy?!" Both the King and Fenrir yelled. 

 "Trust me... P-Please." Her smile was innocent and sweet even if it was for just a second in the flash of the magoi that was on it's limit.

 Although exhausted and trying not to hurt her, Sinbad obeyed. He used the Djinn Equip of Baal for this purpose. 

 (Y/N) felt as the light pierced the flesh of her body, the pain growing ten times more. 

 But that didn't stop her to smile in satisfaction. Dolores had his own card taken from her. 

Using the reverse magic spell, she transferred all the pain inside of her Metal Vessel, making the Djinn scream in her mind. 

 "This will teach you not to defy me!" (Y/N)'s voice boomed. 

 I give up. No more! No more pain! Dolores screamed, leaving (Y/N)'s body. 

 "Obey me!" The woman said and felt the Djinn disappear entirely, her Djinn Equip vanishing as well. 

 As the Extreme Magic had stopped, (Y/N) felt her body slowly falling down. A pair of strong hands had taken hold of her weak body. Opening her (e/c) eyes slowly, she could see a blurry image of the man that rescued her just now. 

 "T-Thank you." She whispered, before the darkness got the best of her. 

 ....... 

 (Y/N) sighed as she gazed at the waves in the horizon, drinking the cup of tea that was brought to her this morning. 

 She glanced at the two weapons that she wielded, trying to think of something. 

 "My options aren't that much. With the scythe - Magoi Manipulation, with the knife - Djinn control... Damn me..." She whined, grabbing them and running to the training halls of the Kingdom without being seen. 

  (Y/N) brought the knife up, the same height as were her heart was. 

 "Become one..." She whispered, feeling the magoi and the presence of the Djinn flowing inside her body. 

 "Dolores." She growled, focusing her strength in the wave that she knew was sent by him. 

 I do not wish to cause any more quarrels, (Y/N). You earned my approval as my wielder. Losing something strong as you wouldn't be in my plus, after all. Dolores spoke calmly, letting the energy he holds flow in the veins of the woman. 

 "Is this some kind of joke from you?" She glanced around the hall, then at the target in front of her. 

 Whether you believe me or not depends on you. I promise my part. You promise your part as well. The Djinn said. 

 "My part?" 

 Don't die. (Y/N) felt his smirk as he said that, but decided not to speak any further, releasing herself from the Equip. 

 (Y/N) sighed in relief. 

 "One problem done. Another one is on the way." She chuckled as she tried to move. 

 The battle with Sin and the others and the magoi she had used was so much that she had to recover ages, and using her Dolores Djinn Equip just now was not something she thought about as magoi drainer, but here she was - kneeling down as her two weapons fell with a loud cling, catching the eyes of the guards that came to check up on the training hall. 

  Afterwards there was a commotion as the generals, Fenrir and Sin, accompanied by the trio - Alibaba, Aladdin and Morgiana, came running to the hall. 

 "(Y/N)?! Don't tell me you used the damn things again." Fenrir came closer, grabbing them before the woman had the chance to do so. 

 "Those are my weapons, Fenrir! My Djinns! And you will not tell me what to do with them!" (Y/N) hissed, her eyes darting in the direction of her comrade, sending jolts of anger at him. 

 "I will, as of now. Think of it as a punishment for pushing yourself so much." The male spoke, smirking. 

 "Dolores wouldn't approve your actions and might take place again next time I use him." (Y/N) was the one to smirk now, crossing her arms as she stood up from the ground. 

 "You say it like you have a friendship with that... demon." He retorted. 

 "In fact, we do now. That's why I was here now." She protested. 

 Watching the heated conversation between the two Kou warriors, Sinbad sighed, pushing himself between the two. 

 "Now, now. Let's give it a break, shall we? It's better for you not to use the Djinns while you're recovering." The King glanced at the woman on his left side, who only pouted in disapproval. 

 (Y/N) had enough of this and slowly started to walk away, glaring daggers even at the wall.

 "Give her some time. For now, keep the weapons with you." Fenrir nodded at the purple-haired. 

 .....

 (Y/N) kicked the small rocks outside the Kingdom Palace, trying her best to keep the anger inside herself. 

 Her (e/c) eyes caught the glimpse of what destruction she had caused around the Palace, making her feel slightly uncomfortable. 

 "I am also surprised that someone managed to do such damage, to be honest." Someone spoke from behind, making the woman blush in embarrassment. 

 "King Sinbad... Once more, my apologies... I hope it will not affect the list I gave you when we first came with Fenrir." She tried to protect the coming of the two children of Kou Empire, or she risked her head to be chopped off. 

 "It will not affect them, don't worry." He smiled reassuringly. "Why don't you relax a bit?"

 "I have never relaxed, nor I have the intent to do so. My only purpose is to fight and serve Kou." (Y/N) said coldly. 

 "If you ask me, beautiful women like you shouldn't fight for someone. In fact, they shouldn't even use weapons, especially yours." He spoke quietly, making the female choke her breath. 

 "And look who says it, the Lady Killer of the Seven Seas." She smirked, making the King cough in surprise. 

 Although his golden eyes were wide for a second, he relaxed and pressed his back against the nearby tree. 

 "I guess that my name is well heard even outside Sindria, huh?" He closed his eyes, sighing. 

 "Yup." 

 He laughed, glancing at the woman, whose attention was caught by something else. 

 The horizon. 

 "I can never stop glancing at the horizon. It's beautiful as the colors always play on the surface of the water every time." She admitted. 

 "Something cute said from a woman with a dark, cold heart, I'm impressed." Sin mumbled. 

 "What's that supposed to mean, you Stupid King?!" She pressed him against the tree with her fist raised high in the air, cheeks red from both anger and sadness.

 Sinbad did not say anything. He only pulled  the woman against his muscular body, his tight grip around her making (Y/N)'s escape a total zero. 

 "S-Sin??!" She squealed, trying to move away from him. She felt his heart beats against his chest, which calmed her down somehow. 

 "It's good to be embraced sometimes." He said, looking at the woman, who had pressed her face against his chest, hiding the embarrassment from this moment. 

 Mumbling something like 'sometimes' underneath her breath, (Y/N) pressed herself more against him, her hands on each side of his hips as she tried to 'hug' him as well.

 For (Y/N), cuddling and stuff like that was not in her list of priorities, so this feeling was new to her. She used to escape from stuff like that whenever there was a purpose, but it felt nice to be in someone's warm embrace, just for once.

 Maybe she'd start to open up to stuff like that, seeing that the King isn't going to give up soon. 

 The thought made her mouth crack in a small smile as she inhaled the scent of the King, who rubbed his hand against her back slowly.