I swear I think I'm being biased.

Disclaimer: I don't own Magi

Watch out for typos. Unedited, and rather short.

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Poison. It was what she was.

Ever since he decided to join Sinbad, Ja'far promised himself that no matter what happens, he'll never kill again. But what can he do, if the king asked for it?

Ja'far was having second thoughts. 'Was this really the girl Sin wishes to be murdered?' The white haired man asked himself as he observed a girl, no more than the age of 20, playing innocently with squirrels while singing tunes that reminded him of a peaceful, breezy night back at Sindria. Ja'far found himself sinking deep within her beautiful voice, and he subconsciously leaned against the nearest pillar, groggy eyes slowly closing themselves for a short nap. However, he was snapped back to reality by a slight nudge on his right shoulder. Ja'far turned his head and saw the girl he's been watching earlier already beside him. The puzzled expression contorting her face made her irresistibly cute, it made him blush lightly.

"Are you okay, Ja'far-kun?" She asked. Ja'far composed himself and easily flashed a normal smile. "Yes. Thank you for asking, Lady (Y/n)." He said, bowing his head a little.

"Are you sure? You don't look so fine to me." (Y/n) said. The white-haired man might have to agree with her on that. Indeed he didn't look good, but since when did he appeared any better? Heavy, black bags pulled his weary eyes down his cheeks, and his face was paler, if that was even possible. Ja'far, of course, wouldn't mention it in front of her, and so he just curved his lips upwards into the most reassuring smile he can manage.

"I appreciate your concern for me milady, but someone of your rank shouldn't be bothered by a mere servant's state of health." Ja'far stated. (Y/n)'s face fell. She held out her hand and intertwined her soft fingers with his.

"Don't be like that now Ja'far-kun. It is also a master's job to look after those under him, am I right?" She smiled warmly. A sharp pang of guilt thundered in the white-haired man's chest. 'This girl... This girl somehow... Resembles Sin a lot.'

The way she speaks, the way she reaches out to him- Ja'far never felt out of place whenever he's near (y/n). The air surrounding the girl gave him the feeling of home's comfort, as if he'd never been far away from Sindria. But he knew better than to be relieved in her shelter, for he is a traitor, and she needs to die in his hands.

(Y/n) let him rest his head on her lap, and she began combing his wild white locks with her fingers. The girl started to sing another song. Ja'far closed his eyes while contemplating on every sweet word that oozes out her tiny pink lips like honey. He made sure that he memorized every note, because after he's done with his mission, he'll never hear her beautiful voice anymore.

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