JUST OCCUPY (1)
JAFAR x READER x SPARTOS
Summary: The reader is hired by Al-Thamen to assassinate King Sinbad in Sindria. After disguising herself as a new member of his harem she has Sinbad’s fate set in stone until he offers her an unexpected request;
“There is somebody I’d like you to entertain for me.”
CHAPTER ONE: Cute Bird
The door’s shut behind you much quieter than what they had when you had been inside the Fire Pit.
Having entered alone but now leaving with a small, fluffy companion cradled in your hands made you question the intent, but you enjoyed the idea of having something that was yours. Never once had you truly owned anything, the weapons you used in the combat arenas were shared and you were certain the very clothes on your back were always different every time they were washed. Why would they bother making sure you had the same pair every time when hundreds of others had the same perfectly durable wardrobe?
“Cute bird.” The bench you once frequented was now occupied by a yet another face you did not recognize. Allowing your eyes to roam the unknown, you found it was a young man dressed in white, with spikey blond hair and bright green eyes. His face, chubby and cheeky, did not take away from his toned biceps and multiple scars along his neck. Unlike the Master, his white cloth did not consist of blue ribbons to accompany it but instead looked just as ragged as your own clothes. “My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”
Unfortunately for him, he didn’t get to tease you for long. Frankly, you were uninterested and had bigger and better things in mind than playing into his funny little games. Whatever mission he was waiting for, couldn’t have held the same weight as yours.
And so, filled with pride and satisfaction, you turned your head to look down the darkening corridor, walking from him with a smirk and skip in your step.
Al-Thamen had found you and the Master had built you up; Failure was not an option. Any sense of it would simply manifest it. A good assassin always kept their mind focused on the goal. The moment you got back to your shared room; everything was already packed. As suspected, a no from you was not an option. Your room was tiny, only big enough to fit a single bed and a small draw which you could store your clothes, the book’s given to you by the establishment, and any other items that they wanted you to have on your person.
Just Occupy
“I suppose this is it then hm?” Placing the small bird on the brown dresser, you opened up the tan satchel pre-packed on your bed next to a lilac robe that you assumed was meant to be some sort of disguise for when you arrived in Sindria. You’d never really been much of a girly girl, how could you in this environment, so the thought of dressing up excited you. Rummaging through the bag, you noticed there were small little trinkets and oddities, adding to the idea that you were some sort of immigrant, and some pieces of plain paper and a pen. In confusion, your eyebrows furrowed. Was this it? No weapons? No advice? No documents? No nothing? You knew you were going to be on your own for this job, but surely this was some kind of sick joke?
“Tweet!!”You glanced over your shoulder, watching as the amber bird cleaned its fragile wings with its beak. So maybe you weren’t entirely alone but, in all honesty, how helpful was this ‘beast’ really going to be? As if hearing your thoughts, the bird looked to you dead in the eyes and chirped. Was he offended? “Okay killer, I take it back.”
Dressed in thin purple silk with a tiny red bird perched on your shoulder, you left the past behind you in the form of a black pointed tower and headed towards the Heliohapt port in a horse and carriage, prepared for the long voyage ahead of you.
The captain of the ship you had asked to voyage on was very friendly, easy to fall for your story about being a traveler from Reim who was now on their way to Sindria to make a new life for themselves as a migrant. He explained that he was a citizen of Sindria who worked directly for the King’s company shipping products from all the different countries which formed an alliance and now he was heading home.
“Nice to have you, onboard missy!” With an extended hand, the captain hoisted you up onto the deck, gesturing to the men that toiled and tumbled clumsily around the wooden ship, prepping for setting sail. “So, what’s your name?”
“You can keep calling me little missy.” You replied playfully. Your name wasn’t something you felt comfortable giving people, especially on a mission such as this. You never knew who was connected and who might try stabbing you in the back. With a boisterous grin, the captain nodded with a vigour that made you scared his head would fly off his body for a second.
“Alright then little missy. What about that little guy?”
Huh? Turning to meet eyes with the little bird on your shoulder, you rose an eyebrow. You hadn’t even thought about naming your new companion.
“…Beast.”
Just Occupy
It took roughly two weeks to arrive at the Sindrian docks and honestly if you had to describe the overall experience you wouldn’t hesitate to put it below the whole thrown into a terrorist organization run by cold, uncaring mentors who were constantly forcing you to fight to the brink of death.
The trip helped you to realize two things.
One, you were seasick. Only minutes after departing you had men patting your back and making playful jabs about how your living proof that it’s bad luck to have women on ships. You hoped to learn information about the country you were heading to but you only really got the chance to learn about the men themselves and a few customs in their homeland thanks to your illness.
Secondly, you weren’t built for social interaction whatsoever. You were awkward at best, silent at worse. The men, to their credit, were oh so caring, something you never expected from them. Part of you was grateful for your involvement with the sailors since it helped you come to terms with some of the slang and general atmosphere to expect. Hopefully, it would bridge the gaps and help you come across more natural in your environment.
Just as he had first helped you onto his ship, the captain helped you off, his calloused fingers gripping your waist and hoisting you down onto the concrete. It was unnecessary considering you could have just leaped down by yourself but now you had an image to maintain. “You going to be alright on your own little missy?” The captain asked after you’d dusted yourself down, swinging the satchel over your shoulder in preparation for whatever was going to come and challenge you next. “You can always tag along with me and my men until we leave in a week’s time. Help you find your feet?”
“I’d like to think I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself.” Was your answer.
“And Beast?”
“And Beast.”
“You sure about that?” Sending a glare his way, the captain hollered out a noise of pure humour before slapping a hand down onto your back. “Well then, until we meet again! Good luck, little missy.”
The goodbye was sort and sweet.
Just how you liked them.
It would have been appropriate for you to offer a thank you, but something told you he knew you appreciated everything he had done for you.
Waving one last goodbye to the men, you ventured down the docks of Sindria, grimacing at how busy everywhere was considering it was so late in the evening. You couldn’t walk in a straight line without somebody bumping into you, trying to sell you something.
Fortunately finding your way around Sindria was easy enough. Your goal was right in sight the entire time. The castle was beautiful and no matter where you walked the very top was always poking above high into the clouds, glinting in the rays of the sun. Your new attire and time in Heliohapt helped your resistance to the heat which was key to aiding you to blend into the country’s citizens.
Nobody really paid attention to you though.
What they did pay attention to however was Beast.
Children cooed, women begged their husbands for their own and men simply quirked an eyebrow in astonishment. You assumed that Beast wasn’t a familiar breed of bird around Sindria.
“You can’t sit on my shoulder Beast.” You eventually broke to the bird when turning the corner to face the palace gates. Currently, you were held up in an alleyway, peering around the crook to decide on the best course of action. “You’re drawing unwanted attention.” Unsure what to do with the bird, Beast made his mind up before you. Instantly, the red ball of feathers took flight, abandoning you in a foreign country where all you could do was yell at him.
“Fine then!! I don’t need you!! Good riddance!!” With a huff, you stomped your foot, crossing your arms angrily over your chest whilst grumbling incoherently to yourself. Seriously, that bird was out to get you.
“Um, Ma’am. Are you alright?” With a few blinks, it took you a moment to realize you had leaped from the safety of your hiding position right in front of the two confused soldiers who glanced back and forth to each other, debating to either laugh at you or feel worried for you.
“Oh, um yes. Thank you.” You needed to think of something and fast. “I’m one of the new maids.” Slowly walking up to them, you smiled charmingly, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. One of them almost fell for your sweet appearance, taking a step back and lifting his arm, ready to welcome you in but the other cut in immediately, scoffing at his partner before speaking to you.
“Documentation?”
“Excuse me?”
“We haven’t been notified about any new maid. Do you have any documentation?”
“Well, no.”
“Then I’ll speak to the faculty tomorrow and if they’re expecting a maid then, I’ll let you in.” Eyebrows narrowing, you sucked your teeth in frustration. Honestly, what were you expecting? They wouldn’t be doing their jobs right if you waltzed into palace grounds at the snap of your fingers.
“Alrighty then~” You sang, almost making yourself sick in the process. “I’ll see you boys’ tomorrow!!”
Sulking back to the alleyway you came from, you leaned against the wall with a sigh. It was clear you needed a battle plan. You had no money, no job, no friends, no weapons, no captain, no bird, no nothing.
“Tweet.” Maybe you could live without the bird.
Pointing accusingly over to Beast who perched himself on a nearby barrel you practically hissed. “Traitor. Do you like the idea of my head on a stick hm?” He simply fluffed out his wings and then flew over to another barrel a couple of lengths away, looking over at you as if waiting. For a moment you debated just turning around and being done with him, but the idea of parting was much too painful. You may have grown too attached to Beast for liking.
Deciding to give him another chance you followed Beast, who hopped from barrel to barrel and from place to place until eventually the evening sky began to darken even more and the only sources of light came from the starry skies and the soft illuminations of the lanterns.
Growing tired and weary of this little game between the two of you, when Beast landed on a table in front of what you assumed to be a closed restaurant opposite a rather lively-looking brothel, you were practically seething. “Beast…I’m seriously losing my patience with you.” He just chirped. Rather cockily too.
Before you could hazard a response, the doors of the brothel swung open, and out came tumbling a man who resembled a race you knew all too well. A heliohapt! One who appeared to have had too much to drink. “Fine!” He spluttered, lifting his face out from the mud with a sleazy grin. “I’ll just come back when you’re not around to spoil my fun! No biggie!” Out from behind him strode a race that you did not recognize, but you would have had to be stupid not to know. A fanalis. Big and broad, with tufty pink hair and hypnotizing red eyes.
“I don’t care.”
“Whatever!!” Stumbling to his feet (With the help from the fanalis who practically tugged him up by his collar) the heliohapt yawned, slurring out. “Where’s Spartos? Swear…” He hiccupped and the fanalis grimaced. His breath must have smelt of pure alcohol. “He said he was coming back…?”
“He went back to the palace.” Palace?
“Well, screw that guy!! He always ends up coming back here anyways when he’s not listening to the King’s orders!” King?
“You don’t give him a choice.”
“Not my fault the women here love me. Now come on. Let’s gooooooo…” Whoever this man was, he didn’t make it very far on his own, almost face planting again. Luckily for him, his friend, having enough of his sloppy demeanour for one day you assumed, grabbed him and hoisted him over his shoulder carrying him off into the night, his expression never changing from the moment he stepped out of the brothel, apart from a slight twitch of his nose.
Once their silhouettes were far off in the distance, the sound of Beast’s coo caused you to look towards him, face contorting into a look of confusion as he practically stared into your soul. “What?”
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