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Learning the Basics ||

{ 🐍 } – Ja’far panted, once again thrown off balance by Sinbad’s much better parry. His arms ached, unaccustomed to wielding something as big as a sword. Sweat beaded across his brow, his white locks of hair matted against his forehead. Frustrated, he reached up and wiped the strands away, annoyed that they were constantly tickling his lashes.

“I don’t get-” He took in a breath. “Why I have to learn this.” Ja’far finished, leaning onto his sword, whose point was driven into the dirt. “Not to mention, we’re doing wrestling after this? Your fat ass is going to crush me.” Ja’far didn’t nearly cuss as much as he used to, but there were a few times when his tongue got the better of him.

“Why can’t I just stick with my darts and have back ups?” If he was the kind of boy who pouted, he would have. But the ex-assassin wasn’t like other kids, and often found them more annoying than relatable. There weren’t any similarities between him and the average twelve year old that he’d met so far.

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“You’re just wasting your time.” 

Ja’far’s words were harsh, similar to the ones he’d used before when Sinbad had started to crack under the weight of the consequences of his actions. There had been an angered fire in the boy’s voice then, but now there was only a firm yet solemn truth in them. As he approached the older teen he wore the expression of someone who’d seen such a sight a hundred thousand times within his short life. Once he got close enough he had reached out to grasp Sinbad’s wrists to make him stop rubbing his hands raw and felt the sticky wetness of blood on his own pale fingers as his grip tightened. 

“You’re never going to be able to forget. You’ll remember this for the rest of your life. But it’s up to you whether or not you let it consume you or you learn something from it.” As he spoke he couldn’t help but remember how vividly he could still remember slaughtering his own mother and father at the command of his chief. That was a day that was forever branded into his being and still caused him grief in the form of tightening pangs every once in a while. They had gotten easier to manage with time... but they’d never go away for good. 

“Come on.” Ja’far tugged harshly, insistently, wanting to make the other rise. “Let’s get you cleaned up before the others see you.” 

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“Enlighten you?” 

Ja’far parroted Sinbad’s words with clear distaste, his fingers balling slowly into fists at his sides as the anger he had struggled to keep under control as of late threatened to consume him. How could he stand there and talk as if he understood? So what if he’d seen something back in Valefor’s dungeon? Teeth gritted behind his lips as he spoke again. 

“So you saw a glimpse or two of what my life’s been like and that makes you an expert in all things me.” How sickening. “If you want me to enlighten you then you’ll have to experience every single fucking thing they ever did to me. You’ll have to go days without seeing the sun while learning how to kill a man in hundreds of different ways. You’ll have to slit your parent’s throats and do the same to other kids just like you, pitted against one another like starving dogs. If you’re lucky enough to live maybe you’ll get to eat. You’ll have to let them tear you apart and modify your body as they see fit without any way to ease the pain.” 

Such heavy words from a child so young. 

“Don’t. Ever. Talk like you know me.” 

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The first valentine he let slide, if only because he had happened to be in his office when it was delivered to him. This next one had been left on his desk while he was away attending meetings, meaning absolutely anyone could have stopped by to deliver something for his perusal and seen it!

“DON’T BE AN IDIOT! OF ALL THE THINGS YOU CAN SHOW THE WORLD THAT ISN’T ONE OF THEM!” Ja’far protested in a flustered frenzy as he grabbed the King’s shawl and shook him roughly. How could he say something like that?! He couldn’t be serious! He was just saying that to rile him up--

and boy was it working. 

[thechildassassin-blog]

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Here he thought Sinbad had come to turn in some of the work he had been neglecting for weeks; now that would have been a wonderful Valentine’s Day gift from his King. Finally rising to the occasion and doing his work! 

Instead he’s handed... this. The pride that had begun to rise in his chest sank faster than an iron anchor tossed into the sea.

“...Where do I even begin...” 

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           Talk happened in the palace, there was a strange visitor. A young man, one said, whom was around her eldest brother’s age.. She had more freedom to wander outside of her wing, but the servants and soldiers all spoke low of her, even her other half-sisters. They all were born royally, or so they say. Her being a lowborn was something she seemed to suffer forever. She stared outside of the window to her cousins..

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They knew it would be happening today, and none of them could wait. Not on a day like this, when Sinbad would come home again, Sinbad who had helped them all, Sinbad who had given up his freedom to save them. 

A few of them went to pick him up, his most trusted friends. Rurumu was sure that Ja’far would have given anyone a gruesome death that would try to hold him back from standing in the front line when Sinbad was released. So of course, he was the first one to greet his friend, then there was Drakon, Hinahoho, Vittel... alll those that had come to hod him dear. Rurumu herself was standing on the far back of the group, she didn’t want to push people to let her see her son already, even though he heart ached to have him in her arms again. But he would eventually come to her, she knew that much. 

“Sinbad.” When she finally held him in her arms, she felt tears pricking on her eyes, and she didn’t know whether it were good tears or bad ones. “My darling... you’re back” she whispered, leaning down to place a soft kiss on top of his head as she held him tight. He looked terrible, thin and tired, exhausted even. And then the marks left over from his chains... such a poor boy.

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▮ ₪┆He’s trying his best not to cry, to the point where the young boy’s desperately wiping tears away as they tease to roll down his cheeks. But, after the spill he’d taken down a nearby junk pile and the obvious series of scrapes adorning one knee from the fall, the pain is finally enough to break through. “T-That really hurt...!”