Red All Over

Red. That's all that was seen. That's all that could have been seen.

A choked sound was heard, then silence. Pure silence. He loved it. Looking around at the blood splattered floor, he wrapped his wires back around his arms while staring at the man in disgust.

There was nothing left now. It was over.

He stepped forward, stopping when he heard a cry. It wasn't a normal cry, something like, a child?

Turning on his heel he went to the direction of the cry, gripping his wires just in case. He came to a room, and he was right it was a child. To his left was a woman slumped up against the corner of the wall. He padded to the woman and touched her arm, it was cold.

She was gone.

He stood up and went up to the child, observing it. The little thing was wailing its heart out, kicking and screaming.

He picked up the child as gently as possible. Never in his life had he thought he'd carry something so fragile and delicate. Something so small that could come to an end so fast. Where the child was a few pieces of cloths were next to it. He bent down and wrapped them around the infant, which made it settle down a bit.

He rocked the child a bit, which made it stop completely. Drawing his red hood over his head he headed out the now abandoned house, keeping the child close to his chest.

He had found a nice small house somewhere in the streets. He could hear voices and shouts of excitement from where he was on the roof. In a swift motion he jumped down, landing silently in front of the door. He looked back at the child, who was now sleeping, and gently placed him down. He knocked on the door and took off, scaling a few houses and jumping across roofs.

He stopped when he was a comfortable distance away and looked back at the house. The door was already open, a woman was holding the child now, looking around before taking it inside.

The smallest of the smiles crept on Ja'far's face before he headed to his home in the forest. He made it to the little place he called home. It was small in the inside. A bed, desk, a small kitchen and bathing room. That was all he needed. He took his red cloak off, shrugging out his sleeves and unwrapping his wires. This was the only place he felt comfortable without them.

He turned the red cloak inside out, which was now a cream color, and hung it on the coat rack. He undid the ties to his boots and sat them by the door. He sat down in the chair at his desk. He leaned his head back to look at the ceiling and draped his arm across his forehead.

He closed his eyes and drunk in the silence of the room. It was comforting and peaceful.

Moments later a heavy knock came at his door. Grey eyes opened and watched as a slip of paper was slid under the door. He stayed put for a few moments before getting up and picking up the slip of paper. He carefully scanned it over before putting it in his cloak pocket.

Sindria was known for its many festivals. People having a good time and having cherishing moments. It was all fun, but now was not the time.

Ja'far scanned the crowd, looking for his target. A slave trader, wanted for many and dare he say disgusting things. He narrowed his eyes, he wouldn't get anything looking for him like this.

He walked up the street, following the crowd until he spotted an alley way. he slipped in it and climbed the side of the building until he was on the roof. Getting in a crouching position her scanned the crowd once more.

There.

The man was sitting around a bunch of women, some of them looking miserable and others looking frightened. The man had long white hair which made him stand out. It didn't matter though,

Once Ja'far had his target he would never let it go.

He took off his cloak and turned it inside out, the crimson color now covering his body. Of course he couldn't kill him then and there.

Too many witnesses.

He clicked his tongue. He had to lead him away some how. He jumped off the roof and made his way over, calculating escape routes just in case. He made his way through the crowd, slipping past people.

He had done this a good number of times, so it should be easy.

He grabbed a cup of wine from a nearby serving table. He sampled it before licking his lips. It was sweet.

He reached in his cloak, for one of his inside pockets and tool out a small pouch filled with powder. He poured a small amount in it and shook the glass a bit to make it dissolve.

He made his way over to the man, taking a deep breath before wrapping his arms around the man's shoulders from behind."Hello ~" He drawled out, making himself sound and act drunk.

"What the- Oh." He said, a smirk playing across his face while he looked over Ja'far. Ja'far had to force himself not to kill him then and there. The man brought his hand up and stroked Ja'far's cheek. Ja'far put a wide smile across his face. "Why don't you come and sit. I'll hold your glass." The man said patting his lap. Ja'far hummed and wobbled over to the man and sat in his lap.

He leaned his head on the mans chest and watched the man drink from his cup. He inwardly smirked, this was too easy. He shifted in the man's lap and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"I'm feeling naughty, can't we go somewhere private?" He slurred. He now had his arms wrapped around the man's chest and waist area, searching.

Of course the man took the bait. He smirked and Ja'far stood up letting the man get up himself so he could follow. "This way." Ja'far nodded and they started walking. After taking a few steps Ja'far dropped the set of keys near a slave. He gave her a side glance, a small nod, before proceeding.

The girl hurried and tucked the keys under her feet. Ja'far heard her silent thank you.

He followed the man out the crowd, keeping a good distance. He could tell where they were going, a hotel. He had a map of this part of Sindria in his head and he knew it.

He wanted to hurry up and get it over with though. Currently this particular street was empty, and quiet. Perfect.

The man was still walking in front of him, his pace getting slower to the point where he was swaying, Ja'far slowed his stride and shook loose his wires.

Don't think.

Just do.

And he did.

He got the man perfectly at the nape of his neck. A choked cry came out as he staggered to his knees. Ja'far tugged on his wire and swiftly stepped in front of him, he slit his neck in seconds.

Then he froze.

He'd been caught.

A scream pierced through the air and Ja'far took no time to head to the rooftops. That was the fastest and undetected way for him to get home. So he thought.

He heard heavy footsteps behind him and he didn't dare to look back. They couldn't see his face. He heard shouts off in the distance and something flew past him, inches away from his face. He froze completely before looking in that direction.

Guards.

Too many of them.

"Shit." The heavy foot steps were getting closer and Ja'far forced himself to move once more-faster.

He jumps from roof to roof and make it to the edge of the forest, stopping and throwing his dagger at the person that had been tailing him. The figure jumped out the way and skidded to a stop. They put their hand up in a surrendering gesture.

It took Ja'far a few seconds to realize that the figure was small, almost child like small. He tugged and the dagger came back. The small figure shifted for a second. "Thank...you." Their voice was raspy.

Ja'far blinked. This child was thanking him? He'd never been thanked a day in his life. The figure lifted his hood to show a boy. Ja'far stiffened. A Fanalis. The boy had scars all over him and a swollen eye. But there was not time for that, the shouts grew louder. He gave the boy a nod before turning around and heading deep in the forest. Soon he heard him follow.

Sinbad had been down lately. Of course no one knew why, not even the generals knew. Not only that but he didn't even attend the current festival. That was a major red flag.

They assumed it was stress, but nope that wasn't it at all.

Truth to be told he was just bored out of his mind. He didn't want to go the festival because women would be swarmed around. He would try his best to let them off lightly without hurting their feeling though. Sighing and stretching from his position on the rail of the balcony, his eyes scanned the country.

He had a perfect view of Sindria right here, all the way down to the docks.

His eyes landed on a figure on the roof. White hair and pale skin, was all he could see from his position. But why were they on the room. The figure slid his cloak out and turned it inside out, which was a crimson red.

Sin was intrigued.

He watch them jump off the roof and land on their feet with the grace of cat. They made their way to the crowd and he watched as the man grabbed a drink and pour something in it and made his way over to a man.

Was he planning on drugging him? He thought to himself. Of course it is his job to make sure his citizens are okay, but when he looked at the other man, he could easily tell he wasn't from Sindria, he had slaves.

He watched as they talked and stood, he saw a faint glint of light drop down and one of the many girls scrambling to pick it up. Sin smirked, he was catching on now. The two went out in the streets and the little red did something he'd never expect.

Sinbad heard the scream, he didn't know where it came from though. Some of the guards on patrol were already on the case. Of course Sinbad wanted to go out and follow the little red, but he couldn't. He was half way across the city, jumping rooftops then he faded into the forest.

A knock came and a few guards cane rushing in. He listened to them, especially when they gave a description of the young man. White hair, grey eyes, and pale skin. Sin also remembered the type of cloak he was wearing and the type of weapons he used, he made a mental note of it. He had told the guards to keep a sharp look out for him.

Once they were gone, Sinbad looked over the city and smirked to himself

Me first SinJa fanfic. Yay! Um, I hope they aren't ooc you know, but this might be a long story. Anyway I do not own Magi!