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Idiot! Ja'far scolded himself. Really, what in the hell was he thinking. He let himself get caught, and brought a complete stranger to his home. The only place where he could actually feel safe. He sighed and gripped his hair, a bad habit he got when he gets frustrated.

A noise from his right brought him back to reality and he looked over to the boy he had taken in. Now that they were in some light he could all the damage that was done. He went over to his dresser, pulling out the last drawer and taking out some bandages, plasters, and disinfectants. There was no use in just looking at it, and he needed to take his mind off things.

He went toward him, sitting in front of the boy. The boy kept his head down- it was if he was scared to meet eye to eye with the man. Then it clicked, Ja'far clicked his tongue.

"It's okay to look at me, you're not a slave anymore." He informed. The boy slowly rose head, and Ja'far got a good look of what he was working with. His eye was swollen shut, and he had a lot of scratches. Ja'far cleaned them and went on to his arms, which weren't that bad.

His back and legs were a different story. Long gashes decorated his back and the back side of his legs, and his feet were bloodied and scared. He cleaned them, getting an occasional groan every now and then, and took the boy to the bathroom to clean up.

Ja'far never thought he would be taking care of anybody during his time living, other than himself of course. It didn't seem that hard taking care of the boy, it was just way out of his comfort zone. He was used to being by himself.

He gave the boy an old shirt and the smallest pair of pants he could find that could fit. He was now in his small room of a kitchen, looking for something to eat. Since he had another mouth feed food would go twice as fast now. He grabbed two pieces of fruit and went back in the main room. He handed one to the boy and sat down at his desk. He took a bite and drunk in the silence of the room, it was easing his headache.

A few seconds later that silence was broken when the boy sniffed the air and let out a low growl. Ja'far's eyes opened and looked the boy over. Just a second later there was a heavy knock on his door and the boy almost jumped. Ja'far put a finger to his lips in a silent motion. He walked to the door and opened it. He looked down and saw the small pouch of coins before scooping it up and closing the door. He sat the pouch on his desk.

The boy continued eating his fruit in silence. Since Ja'far wasn't alert he figured what had happened was normal.

"What's your name?" Ja'far asked. The boy stopped mid bite and stared at the fruit in his hands.

"I don't have one.." He said quietly in a whisper but Ja'far heard it. He hummed. "Well." He finished eating his fruit and put it in the trash. "We're gonna have to think of something for you." He stated. The boy shifted in his spot. He was now nibbling o the core of the fruit that had long been ate.

"You don't have to do that, there's more- here." He gave him another one.

"We'll think of one tomorrow. It's time to get some sleep." Ja'far was sure it was well past midnight. His bed was big enough for the both of them so they didn't have any problems sleeping.

Sindria, being an island was a tropical place. Which meant it was hot mostly. But the worst time to be out would be in the morning and midday.

Seriously, who the hell told the sun it was okay to make it this hot?

Ja'far had no choice, when he woke up this morning he realized he needed some more food, and clothes for Rune. Yes, that was name they agreed on. The boy had no problem with the sun and heat, but Ja'far being as pale as he is, was ready to jump in the nearest place of water. His skin that was exposed was starting to turn red, and he didn't like it. He pulled his hood up and continued down the bazaar scanning any people who sold food so he could hurry and get home.

Rune pulled on the sleeve on his cloak, gaining his attention. Ja'far looked in the direction the boy was pointing and walked over to the stall, Rune right behind him.

"What can I do you for?" The woman asked. Ja'far sat on a stool and Rune sat beside him. "A weeks worth of food and some clothes for him, if you have any." The woman blinked before going to the back.

Ja'far took out his pouch from his inside pocket of his cloak. The woman came back with a basket full of food and some clothes. "You don't have to pay for the clothes, just the food." She told him. Ja'far took out four gold coins and sat them on the counter. He took the basket and Rune grabbed the clothes. They both headed off, not seeing the gawking women on the other side of the counter because of how much money he just gave her. The women came to when she heard a baby's cry. She took the money off the counter and went back inside.

There were many things Sin was supposed to be doing at the moment.

Of course he was going to do it. Just not right now, besides there was something that kept nagging his mind.

More like someone.

Of course the guards said that they were going to be on lookout, but Sin wanted to see this person himself. Besides he knew that the person wouldn't be wearing that red cloak, he'd try to fit in. Sinbad had seen it when he had flipped his cloak inside out. It shouldn't be that hard to find him, looking at his appearance either.

Pale skin, white hair, gray eyes, how many people looked like that in Sindria?

It didn't matter though, because right now he had found who he was looking for.

Of course it took a good eye to spot him out but the second he saw him he knew for a fact it was him. The figure looked around and flipped the hood of his cloak onto his head and Sin could the bit of crimson red in the inside of the hood.

Yes it took a good eye indeed.

From his spot on a window seal his watched as the person made their way through the crowd, another small figure following. He raised an eyebrow, so they had a partner? But why a child.

His train of thought was taken away when he saw a few dark figures in the crowd. They weren't that far away from him, but close enough to keep an eye on their target if needed. Sinbad hummed to himself and smiled. That paper work can get done tomorrow.

Ja'far's nerves were on high gear at the moment. He was aware of somebody tailing him, whoever it was had friends too. His eyes darted from place to place, looking for routes and mapping out the area he was in. He slowed his stride so Rune could keep up and he tapped the boy's hand twice.

Before they had left Ja'far taught him a few gestures- this one being, retreat- and Rune nodded slightly, if you didn't look at him you would not have noticed.

Ja'far turned to his right, heading to another street as Rune kept going in the other direction. Ja'far got a glimpse of what he was up against, four at most, they weren't that built so it should be easy. He continued walking and scaled the wall, crouching on the roof of an abandoned house and watching as the four made their way. He grabbed the hood of his cloak and pulled it down over his face. The reason why he usually flips it inside out was so that the blood wouldn't stain the cream colored side, it was hard to get out.

But he had no time to think about that right now, he could either kill the four people under him or just walk away from all this unnoticed.

That was until he felt something cold and sharp against his cheek. Ja'far mentally sighed, Damn, he'd been out of it the past two days, hasn't he.

Looks like he'd have to go with the first option.

Before the other could even move, Ja'far grabbed the others arm and thrown him off the roof, gaining the others attention.

He shook his knives loose and jumped, taking at least two down during the process. They weren't dead but close to one that was thrown staggered up and the other two charged. Ja'far took note that they were fast but not fast enough.

He took them down without batting an eyelash and headed to the other one. The man stood there and braced himself and Ja'far jumped back before his head was smashed in.

How in the hell did he move so fast?

The man was now across him, hand against the wall where Ja'far was a few second ago. And for a second he would've been between that man's hand and the wall of he wasn't fast enough.

The man was having trouble getting his hand loose so Ja'ar took this chance and sent a dagger his way-

Only for it to get caught between the man's teeth.

And he bit down, shattering it. He pulled Ja'far forward and a shiny glint flew between him before he was cut a loose. He jumped a few feet back, and noticed it was a sword.

Ja'far would've never thought he's see the day someone would save him, especially someone like this.

"You okay?" The man questioned. Ja'far nodded and the man in the wall was no longer there. Like he just vanished, no trace what so ever.

Ja'far kept his head bowed to keep his face hidden in his hood. He turned around and was bout to leave when a hand gripped his arm. His hand twitched, then he was reminded that his weapon was literally eaten by some man.

"Now, I can't have you running off, now when I've just found you, Little Red."

Ja'far didn't know who this man was, because his hood was covering his eyes at the moment, put he was about to flip him over and run.

"White hair, gray eyes-"

Ja'far froze at the description, then yanked his arm back. "What do you want?" The man simply chuckled. "Nothing, I just need you to come with me to the palace to clear a few things up. Be happy it was me and not the guards." The man informed. Ja'far peered up to look at the man and mentally faced palmed himself. The king of Sindria himself stood before him, smirking at him and Ja'far wanted to wipe that amused smirk off his face.

Yes, these two days were not his at all.
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Hi, um I apologize for oocness truth is I don't know Sinbad's character that much so yea... Um, Bye!