Ja'far was running. Panting. His legs hurt but he couldn't slow down. Throughout the castle he could hear them. The generals. Sinbad. Crying. Screaming. It wouldn't stop. He needed to find them.

*****

Judar smirked at the seven generals plus one King in front of him. "Heh. This is what happens when you deny me of my right."

Sinbad groaned as he held a hand to his rib cage, "Denied you of what right? You being my Magi, don't make me laugh." He sneered.

Judar's glare hardened. "You dare mock me?" He hissed, he rose his hand and the eight people in the room groaned and cried with pain.

"A-ugh! S-Stop this...! Judar!!!" Pisti cried, tears burning her eyes as she laid on the floor writhing in pain.

The magi smirked. "No. You know why? I want to know who here has felt the most pain." He snipped, flitting his eyes around the room.

Sinbad sighed. He was thankful Ja'far wasn't there. He knew Ja'far had felt the most pain. He didn't want to make his advisor to relieve it... Much to his dismay, Ja'far was searching for his friends. He didn't realize what was happening.

It was as if Judar read the king's mind. "Speaking of which... Where's the pretty little assassin?" He smirked seeing the purplette flinch at the mention.

"Don't-"

"Ha! Don't even try begging, I won't find him, but," his smirk widened, "He'll find us."

Hinahoho looked to his king in worry, and slight pain in his chest from almost drowning once now he had to relive his past physically, he knew Ja'far had a troublesome past. He did not know the whole story, only Sinbad knew, but he was there when Sinbad rescued Ja'far all those years ago.

Judar looked around, seeing them all relax a little bit once the pain started numbing. He 'tched' and threw his hand in the air, renewing the spell.

"AIIEE!"

*****

Ja'far wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was close. The sounds of pain were coming closer and closer with every step he took. Sin... Please be okay... He thought as a silent prayer.

The ash haired beauty turned a corner and saw a room. He silently cheered to himself before rushing into the room. Once he did he gasped. "What-"

"JA'FAR! RUN!!" Sinbad screamed from his place against the wall.

Just as Ja'far was about to speak, Judar appeared in front of him. "Ah, Ja'far, come in." He smirked.

"Wh-What did you do?" Ja'far stammered as he looked on in horror at his friends panting and wincing in pain.

The black haired male hummed and leaned against the wall, "You know, I was having a contest. Who has been through the most pain in their lives. Physically and mentally. So far, none of them matched up to my expectations." He said.

Ja'far's eyes widened once realizing what Judar was about to do. "Judar! Leave him be!" Sinbad begged.

Judar snapped his fingers, "Let's see your reaction." He purred.

In an instant a rushing pain boiled through Ja'far's body. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth, releasing the most haunting and blood curdling scream any one in the room had ever heard.

"AAAAAUGHHHAAAAAAAH!!!!!!"

Ja'far fell to his knees, gripping and pulling at his hair as his body shook from the tremors of pain, "AGHAAAAAAH!!!!"

Sinbad watched on with a look of regret. The seven other generals stared in shock and sadness. Ja'far. The one who was always cool-minded. The one who never dared to show too much emotion for he feared the worst. The one who cared deeply about his friends, was now screaming and crying out for everything to stop.

Judar grinned in amusement. "Wow, this was better than I thought~ Your screams are the best." He mused menacingly.

Ja'far wasn't listening to anything. He couldn't hear anything besides his heart and the blood filling his ears. His body shook and pinched at every corner. Burning and burning, filling with pain and agony. It was awful to watch.

Tears slid down Ja'far's cheeks as he cried and cried, begging to be released from the awful memories and horrible wounds being relived. His thighs hurt the most. That was where the base of the pain was. His punishment for failing a mission. His punishment for embarrassing his higher ups. His regrets.

"NO! NO NO NO NOOOO!! PLEASE!!!" Ja'far was wheezing and bawling so much he felt like he could die at that moment and be glad. It would release him from the pain.

Pisti hid her face in Yamraiha's arm, Drakon curled within himself, Masrur flinched and looked away, Spartos and Hinahoho hiding their heads in their hands, and Sinbad.... Sinbad was crying out for Ja'far... Trying to tell him he'd be okay. That he'd live.

Judar laughed melodiously before turning to Sinbad, "Do you hear that? We have a winner." He crossed his arms, "Who knew it'd be this easy-" his eyes widened as he heard the screaming stop. He turned around and everyone gasped.

Ja'far had stabbed himself in the leg with his blade. His hand shook as he stabbed his leg over and over and over. Soon he was a bloody mess and he stood up with a furious amount of pain.

Judar was too shocked to say anything. He stared on at Ja'far as the advisor slowly lumbered his way over. He fumbled for footing but still looked intimidating. The viper was going on a hunt. He would not lose.

Ja'far rose his hand and his wires streamed across the room. The walls, the floors, the ceiling. They all aimed at Judar, ready to pounce and claim their kill.

"Die."

With one swoop he pulled on the wires to make them shoot forward, barely missing their opponent.

Ja'far hissed in annoyance as Judar shot a panicked look at Ja'far's face. "This isn't over." He made a motion with his hand and he was fading away, but not being being impaled in the side by a stray blade.

When Judar disappeared, Ja'far fell to his knees before collapsing on his side. Sinbad scurried over and pulled his love's head into his lap, "Ja'far... Oh my god... Please be okay... Please..." He whispered.

Ja'far winced and smiled up at Sinbad, "I'm okay... My king..." He whispered as he place his bloodied hand on Sinbad's cheek.

Sinbad gave a small smile before kissing Ja'far's forehead. "As always... You're the kindest one of us all..." He murmured against the other's silver hair.

Hinahoho motioned for Yamraiha to take car of Ja'far's wounds. She grabbed her staff and got to work. Hinahoho smiled in relief at his friend. Thank god everything was okay.... For now.