A/N: It has come to my attention that I have abandoned Compromised Reality. However, I wanted to take it in a different direction-I might just tell the whole series out from Alibaba's perspective, but I will shift back and forth, from third person to first person, though the majority of the story will be told from Alibaba's perspective, as he is the "Hero" of this story, though not from his viewpoint. The title of the story comes from Broken Iris's song "Where Butterflies Never Die.

Don't own the song, nor do I own the series of Magi. I don't want to make this version too close to the original series. I wanna do this my own way, so prepare for an interesting turn of events. This Alibaba is smarter, more emotionally conflicted, less heroic, more tsundere and more complex than he is in canon, so expect a Darker! Alibaba here. I won't reveal everything about him at once, rather piece by piece.

Alibaba X Morgiana or Alibaba x Mikado. I am not doing Alikou. Never. Due to bad experiences with the fandom, I will not do the pairing.

This is a Durarara! crossover with Magi, though the DRRR influence is very slight at best.

Edited: August 7th, 2017, for conciseness, cleaning up of bad sentences, and more detail added.

Chapter One: The one called Alibaba

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This was it.

He was going to die.

This wasn't even remotely fair!

How could this be happening to him?

He was inches from death, feeling it grasp at his very being.

He squeezed his eyes shut, as desperate thoughts raced through his mind:

'This can't be the end. It just cannot be. No way, I refuse to believe it's happening to me. I'm going to wake up and this will just be a bad dream. I'm not going to die like this. I'm not going to go out like this. No way, no how. This just isn't possible.'

Denial, disbelief, confusion, all were understandable emotions for the boy to possess, even so, the situation happening before his very eyes was nothing more than real. He was plummeting, through the air, at a very fast rate, to his doom.

His eyes went down to the endless stretch of water flowing out before him. Up above him, there was everything he needed. He needed to go back. Now.

"N-No..." The boy stammered, as he continued to fall.

His arm grabbed onto a nearby branch. But his grip faltered, and before he knew it, he was falling, his screams all that he could hear, filling his whole heart and mind.

"I don't want to die! Someone save me!"

The water consumed him with a huge splash, as he frantically bobbed at the surface, trying to swim. Why had he never been taught to swim-why now, of all times?

But it was no use, the water was dragging him down; sucking him in.

This was surely the end for him-his end.

The end of his life.

He tried to breathe, but instead, water met his lungs and then...then all was darkness.

Much later, or whatever felt like later...the boy opened his eyes slowly, in time to feel himself covered in something.

That something...felt like...sand?

'S-sand? What the fuck?' He thought, shaking himself off, and slowly, but surely, opening his eyes. He got to his feet and looked above him.

The sky he saw was a brilliant blue, as shiny as it had ever been, but something was desperately wrong.

Where were the buildings?

The city?

He glanced around, desperately, but finding nothing before him but vast pillars of sand that seemed to stretch out for miles and miles.

The sun was awfully bright as well.

The boy swallowed, before screaming his next words.

"WHERE THE HELL AM I?"

5 years later

The motion of this...thing was, interesting, to say the least.

Every time the driver pulled, the thing moved along, too, and the odd people in strange cages huddled closer together, as though by doing so, they could forget that they were in a cage at all.

Of course, he wondered why people were even in a cage to begin with, as that felt awfully weird and wrong to the young boy. Shouldn't they be let out, along with everyone else?

It was an odd thing to do, the young boy thought, as he gazed down at his golden flute, which his friend dwelled inside. His best friend. The one who had led him here.

Blue eyes as bright as the sky above scoured over the seemingly endless golden brown desert before him. "Wow, what is this called?" He asked, indicating the sand. He'd never seen such a thing before, being locked up down in that room he'd been in with Ugo-kun had made it so the young boy was totally unaware of anything most people knew about.

A woman near him chuckled, "It's called the desert, little boy."

"It's so big!" He shouted.

The woman's little child laughed and shouted.

"What's with the flute?" The little child asked, reaching out to touch it, but the boy pulled it away from him.

He was unaware of a pair of golden eyes watching the both of them and their interchange with curious eyes before their owner turned back to doing his job as the cart driver, deciding not to get involved.

He would, unfortunately, get involved.

The boy smiled mysteriously.

"This is my friend!"

"But it's only a flute," The child stated.

He shook his head. "Like I'm saying, it's my friend."

He continued looking around, studying all the golden lights circling around the people, noticing the children playing and smiling. He liked seeing all the positive lights bouncing around people, they all seemed so happy. But the lights of those people in cages seemed sad and lonely, they were all droopy. Perhaps if he touched those lights, they would cheer up?

"Hey, keep those brats quiet back there!" The person being transported, a rather obtuse noble ordered, snacking on some apples.

He glanced over at the driver, staring with cold hatred at the person he seemingly found to be in the wrong for everything.

"Hey, driver, do your job better! Let these people know they're not to make noise and disturb me while I'm eating!"

"Yes, sir, I'll be sure to inform them."

The boy, Aladdin, looked up.

He'd never heard such a flat, monotone voice before.

Aladdin noticed some golden lights circling about the driver, but there were odd dark ones, crackling quietly and circling him in an odd way. For some reason, he didn't like the dark ones, they gave him a bad feeling and he could tell Ugo-kun didn't like them, either, from the sounds he was suddenly making.

The children continued to play, regardless of the driver's commands for them to be quiet.

"You do a shitty job, worthless driver!" The fat man bellowed.

The young man driving the cart winced a little, before he turned back and chuckled, "It's all right! I know that, sir! I'll do better next time...asshole."

Aladdin tilted his head. What was an asshole? What did that word mean?

The cart stopped for everyone to eat.

Or so he thought, but the fat man was the only one eating. Everyone else was just looking away, as though they were used to this. The driver looked unsurprised, too, and was just looking down at the ground.

Aladdin was puzzled.

Why weren't the other people being given food, too?

Why was the fat man ignoring them as he ate all the food?

His hands reached for an apple, but the fat man slapped his hands away.

"None for you, you filthy commoner. Commoners can't eat refined nobles' food! They only eat shit from a pig's trough, right, driver?" He guffawed at his own joke and turned his piggy eyes onto the driver, who remained strangely still.

The driver remained silent, his head lowered.

"Driver, didn't you hear me?"

The young man lifted his head, smiling again, cheerfully. "Of course you're right, sir."

Aladdin knew at that instant, that this young man was...fake.

That smile was fake. Why did the fat man believe it?

"Yes, of course, sir, everyone knows the noblemen are the wisest in all the kingdom! No one has a greater amount of knowledge than you!" The boy sounded disgusted, but the nobleman laughed in response.

"Good brat you are, you know your place! You should learn from his example! You're all going to be worthless scum for the rest of your miserable existences on this planet!"

The parents hushed their children and drew them closer to themselves upon hearing that remark, and the boy tensed slightly upon hearing that, though his face remained impassive.

"You're wro-"

Suddenly, a hand was over Aladdin's mouth, silencing him.

"Shhh," A voice hissed in his ear. "Don't draw any attention to yourself."

Then, Aladdin felt something cold in his hands.

He opened his eyes, in time to see one of those odd, red foods in his lap.

How had it gotten there?

Surely Ugo-kun didn't move it.

He turned to see the young man, the driver, who was not looking in his direction, while he himself was taking a bite out of something. It was the same fruit as before, Aladdin noticed.

He glanced up and then around before quietly taking small bites of the food, and chewed so slowly it was as though he were a giraffe, he just quietly ate. This boy was way too quiet and Aladdin did not like it.

"Did you-" He began, but the boy shook his head at him before turning away and continuing to eat his food.

Aladdin approached the other boy as he was eating.

The lights around this boy were very unusual. They fluttered toward him, but at the same time, the darker lights around him backed away from the Magi and burned at his touch. The darker lights didn't seem very nice, Aladdin thought, as one seemed to blaze with anger upon him being near it.

"Hey, mister, why do the lights around you look so sad?" He spoke up.

The golden-eyed youth looked at him, his eyes wide.

"Huh? What are you talking about, kid?"

"The lights around you, the golden things."

Something came across his face for a moment, before his gaze shifted back into an awkward smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Now just shut up. You're lucky I covered for your ass back there. Don't piss that prick off."

He didn't sound very nice anymore, now he just sounded angry and irritated.

Aladdin wondered what he'd done wrong. Why had the angry boy smiled, then, if he wasn't happy at all? Was he faking it?

His gaze went over the odd-looking boy.

The boy had hair that was the color of the sun, in an unusual hairstyle, with odd things hanging off his ears, it was messy and hung in his face in a weird way. His skin was more tanned than most of the other people. He wore a long, red scarf around his neck, and a long white shirt, with a green shirt to match. There was an odd object around his waist. He had odd, white earrings on his ears.

As he gazed into the young man's eyes, he paused. The eyes that peered back at him seemed to read everything about this world. The young man before him was smart-very smart, Aladdin realized-or, was he? Some of his behavior seemed a little stupid, like the whole smiling when he wasn't happy thing.

He felt like he was being glared at when he stared at the boy for too long, though the look on his face was friendly and welcoming.

Aladdin shuddered at the creepy aura emanating from the teen. But despite that, the one thing the lights told him about this boy was: he was lonely. A very palpable loneliness resonated throughout the lights and came to him.

The boy continued eating his food and ignored Aladdin.

'He's lonely? But why?' Aladdin asked himself, watching as the boy dug into some food, his gaze not even resting on him. 'He seems satisfied being by himself, I mean, he blew me off earlier. Clearly, he's not wanting of any friends.'

The teen's golden eyes (what an unusual eye color, he'd never seen anyone with that eye color before. It reminded him a lot of the sun. Warm, but cold. However, his eyes narrowed as he'd clearly realized Aladdin had been watching him.

"Would you quit fucking staring at me?" He snapped, glaring at him fiercely, golden eyes blazing like flames.

"I'm Aladdin! What's your name?" He asked, approaching the other boy, who backed away.

"Leave me alone. I don't care what your name is," He snapped back, folding his arms.

"Are you grouchy by nature, mister?"

The boy's eyebrow twitched.

"Look, I just want to eat in peace. Now, Aladdin, was it, kindly shut up. You don't want to deal with a man like him, okay?" He said, "He's a huge jerk."

"So are you." Aladdin replied.

The boy twitched, but didn't say anything, instead he continued biting into his fruit.

"Did you steal that fruit for me?"

The boy nodded before turning back to his food. "Kids shouldn't starve." Was his explanation, apparently.

"What is starving?" He asked.

The boy choked on his apple. "You must be new here. Real new. It's when you can't find any food to eat. It's not pleasant. Now leave me alone."

Like that, the blond teen slid over, away from Aladdin.

He slid closer to the blond teen.

The blond teen slid away.

Aladdin followed.

"What is your issue? Quit following me!" He snapped.

Aladdin wilted. "I just wanted...I wanted to thank you for giving me the fruit! Thank you!"

The boy's face flushed slightly before he turned away. "Don't make it out like I'm a nice person or something, kid. Food is just an essential. Don't mistake it for anything personal."

Aladdin wondered what it meant when your face turned red.

But the mysterious boy wouldn't answer any more questions. He was lost in himself.

They arrived at the place, but somewhere along the way, Aladdin snuck into the back of the caravan to snack on some other food since he was hungry.

"MY FRUIT!" The fat man screamed, upon seeing Aladdin snacking on all of his fruit.

"You need to learn to share, mister. Hi, mister! You want some?" He said to the shell-shocked boy, whose expression didn't change, before he let out a dramatic gasp.

"You little rascal! I just don't know why he acts that way, boss, I'm really sorry!" The blond teen grabbed Aladdin and dragged him out by the hand, shooting him a mock chiding look before turning to the man and apologizing.

He started pretending he knew Aladdin, for some reason. Why was he pretending? Aladdin looked at the odd person. Why was he content with being dishonest?

"You're a liar, mister." He said.

"All people lie. So what of it?" The other replied dispassionately, looking at him in sheer boredom, "You're gonna screw everything up for me, you know."

"What do you mean?" Aladdin asked.

"Nothing," He said, shooting another fake smile his way, "My name's Alibaba, by the way."

"Ugo-kun tells me you're lying."

The boy jumped.

"Why would I be lying? That's my name. That's what you can call me," He said, smiling. "By the way, what's that flute for? Practicing for band practice?"

"What's band practice?" Aladdin asked.

"It's a group of people who play things known as instruments together. So, where are your parents at, kid? Or are you an orphan?" Alibaba, apparently, drawled, looking at him in feigned interest. Alibaba didn't seem like a very nice person. But he gave off a different aura now, one of warmth.

What a confusing person. Not even Ugo seemed able to completely read him.

"I don't know." He said, shaking his head, "I don't know my parents. What about you?"

The boy's eyes widened. "I didn't know mine, either. I raised myself." He said, "By the way, kid, do you know about dungeons? They're supposed to have mystical powers and treasures inside. I want to conquer one."

"Why?" Aladdin asked.

The boy's eyes narrowed. "Enough questions."

"But I was just-"

"I said, enough questions, kid, oh, fine, Aladdin. I don't know where you came from, but you're just coming along with me now, and then-"

"I can come live with you!"

The boy jumped ten feet in the air. "N-No, you're not. You're going to be somewhere else. I don't have time to babysit. I've got more important things to accomplish."

"Like what?"

The boy's eyes glinted. "It's complicated. Now, are you in? I saw what you did earlier, with that giant. That was pretty cool."

A/N:Sorry, I can't write fight scenes well, so I skipped that part.

"His name's Ugo!" Aladdin chirped.

"So, would you be willing to let me talk to that giant? I need to ask him something." The boy's eyes were suddenly burning with determination.

"He doesn't feel like coming out right now."

The boy grunted in frustration. "To think I spent all that time looking for another one of these djinns, and the only one I find isn't even willing to look my way! Great." He mumbled.

"Mister, why are you so mean all the time?"

The boy gave him a strange look.

"I don't know what you mean, kid, but this world is a fucked up one. You just gotta deal with it as it comes. I have...my whole life." His eyes flickered.

"Alibaba...kun?"

"Eh?" He said.

"I can call you Alibaba-kun, since we're friends, right?"

The boy paused, before his gaze trailed to the ground. "Yeah, we are. You can call me that, if you want."

Alibaba swung his legs back and forth as they sat at the brothel. How entertaining this was. He could flirt with all the sexy chicks he wanted to, and no one would say a word. It was fun playing the role of the innocent, naive youth and then turning the tables.

Ah, yes, pretending to be an idiot had its advantages.

Alibaba frowned at the wine that had been set out and pushed it aside. He didn't care for alcohol. He wasn't a drinker and besides, that just reminded him of the old days...

'Enough,' He told himself sharply, narrowing his eyes.

He couldn't allow himself to be caught off guard for even a moment.

And yet, he'd been slipping up, all over the place, with that boy.

Was it because he looked like -him?-

His heart quickened its pace, beating rapidly in his chest as his face flushed.

Bright, pleading blue eyes, calling his name, calling for forgiveness..

Masaomi...

"Mikado..." He whispered, before shaking his head furiously.

"Keep a cool head." He muttered.

Alibaba had led an interesting life. He was a liar who was pretending to be someone he wasn't. He had previously been living in another world, until an accident happened and then he'd woken up in this world.

That was five years ago. Now, at age seventeen, he was working to attempt to leave this world.

Not that he would ever tell anyone those secrets. Some secrets were meant to never, ever be told, and "Alibaba" had sworn he would never trust anyone ever again. Not even this kid.

People would use you and you would use people. As much as it hurt to do such things, Alibaba had pledged to never be hurt again.

"Here comes the host of the house!"

Oh yes, there were some nice-looking girls here. Not bad on the eyes, some with very nice legs, some nice breasts...he scoured over them before he felt someone sit next to him.

"Hello, young man. Are you enjoying yourself?"

Alibaba took a sip of the wine, shuddered before pushing the cup as far away as possible, and said, "Could I have some water, instead? I'm not one for drinking, myself."

"Of course." The woman said, pouring him some water. "There you go."

\"Thank you very much-" Alibaba said, freezing as he took in the woman.

She wasn't exactly...what he was expecting.

But she was pretty, in her own way.

Though "Alibaba" was many things, a liar, a thief, a jerk, and a coward, there was one thing he wasn't, and that was judging by the looks of someone else. He would rather judge by actions.

"Hello." He said politely, smiling.

The woman looked surprised. "Most men cringe at the sight of my face."

The women beside her looked sad.

"A lot of people are very shallow and only see what's on the outside. But I see that on the inside, you are a sweet, charming angel. I'm certain of that much just by looking at you." Alibaba purred, starting his pick-up lines.

The woman crooned.

"How charming!"

"What a gentleman!"

"Hey, Aladdin, come over here and let me show you what it's like to attract girls-" He paused, and then his eyes widened in horror.

"Hi, Alibaba-kun, I'm busy right now!" Aladdin chirped...and he was...he was...

It took a total of five seconds for Alibaba to gently push the women around him away from him before he sprang up, and stormed over to Aladdin, with fury present on his face.

"Alibaba-kun, did you know that I love breasts?"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" He roared, his fist colliding with Aladdin's head.

"Ow, that hurt, Alibaba!" Aladdin whined.

"It's fine!" The woman said.

"Rest assured, madam, he won't be assaulting you again. That wasn't very polite of him to do." Alibaba said, sparkling. He glared at Aladdin before dragging him over to the corner.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Didn't you know you're supposed to ask before doing that to a girl?"

"Why?"

"Because, you dimwit, she's a person. And if you want to do those things with girls...you've gotta make sure they're okay with it, first! Second, it's utterly revolting to do. Keep your hands to yourself and your rocket in your pocket. You might be a man, but you need to not act like a sex fiend, okay?"

"What's a-"

"I'll tell you when you're older." He said, "Look, this shouldn't be stuff for you to imitate yet. You're too young."

"You're a boring prude, Alibaba! I bet you're a virgin." Aladdin huffed. "You're just trying to prevent me from having fun!"

"I'm not a virgin." Alibaba hissed. Annoying little brat...

"So, what are you supposed to do?" Aladdin asked.

"What do you mean?"

"After you kiss the women, then what?"

"Well, first..."

After telling him only that it was something gross and that people got tired doing it, Aladdin looked horrified.

"I don't wanna know." He moaned.

"That was fun!" Alibaba chirped.

"Alibaba-kun, how did you get so many women to come to you?"

"I just have charm."

"And why were you with the ugly lady?"

"Hey, she wasn't ugly, she was very nice. Appearances aren't everything, okay? First thing to know when trying to attract a woman: never insult them, you'll get punched. And it's not okay for anyone to hit anyone, but if you make the moves first on her and she says no, that's assault. So next time, don't do the...thing...unless girls say yes. Okay?"

"Okay..." He muttered. "You're such a spoilsport, Alibaba-kun."

Alibaba facepalmed.

'What the fuck did his parents teach him?' He wondered.

That night, as Alibaba slept on his bed, he woke.

He swore he heard footsteps. Quiet footsteps.

He instantly woke, quickly tucking his parchment and quill back in his second "scarf," which actually had an opening in the middle safe for tucking things in it.

"Hey, who's there?" He snapped.

His eyes widened as he saw Aladdin.

"Alibaba-kun, you were calling someone's name out in your sleep."

"Was not." The boy snapped, his cheeks flushed red.

"It was someone named...Micah...? Mika-"

"Get out." The boy snapped, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"But I-"

"Listen, Aladdin, let's get one thing straight. You don't need to know everything about me. And I don't need to know everything about you. I know enough. Just know that sometimes, I don't want to answer certain questions, so just drop it, okay? Now, go back to sleep." Alibaba said.

Aladdin was silent, looking at Alibaba, before he spoke, "Who is that person?"

"I just said-"

"I wanna know who they are, is all." Aladdin asked.

"An old friend. Don't worry about it, and go back to sleep." Was the curt answer he got.

Alibaba lay back down on his bed, glaring up at the ceiling. "Do you think I was too hard on him...Dark?"

He laughed. "He's a what? Why didn't you tell me this beforehand? Idiot. How am I supposed to react to that, knowing you could be hurt by him! Yeah, I know all about your hatred of white "rukh" stuff, whatever the hell that stuff is, but you don't need to fear him. He's just a kid."

"So were you so long ago, Alibaba." A deep voice said from within his mind, as dark hands embraced his side.

"That's not appropriate for now." Alibaba muttered, falling asleep while the figure in his mind watched on emotionlessly.

-The Next Morning-

"ALADDIN!?"

So the morning began with a loud shriek emitting from our protagonist.

Alibaba flew at him. "Where did you put my sword?"

"Alibaba, it was cool! I just had to see it!"

"Give it back!" Alibaba snapped.

"Geez, here it is," Aladdin whined, "You're so mean."

"Goddamn it, don't look at me with those eyes." Alibaba muttered, folding his arms and turning away. 'Anyway, once I figure out how to get to this dungeon place, I'll just ask whatever creature is there if it can take us back to my world...or maybe you will talk to it?'

'Not on your life. You know the others don't like me.' Dark answered.

'Whatever. We're going there, anyway.' Alibaba sighed.

"Alibaba, what are you thinking about?" Aladdin asked.

"Nothing." He muttered.

"You're a really weird guy, but I like you. Even though you're a jerk-"

Alibaba twitched.

"A liar who smiles when he should be sad-"

Alibaba twitched again.

"A weirdo who doesn't like it when I do the thing with women-"

Alibaba sighed.

"Shut up, kid." He said, suddenly patting Aladdin's head.

"Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden? Are you gonna use me for something?"

The smirk on the other's face told him his answer, and he shuddered.

"You're gonna have to guide me around this dungeon thing. I can't do it alone. I have never been in one. That giant of yours-"

"His name is Ugo."

"Okay, that Ugo dude should be able to help. Oh, and also, does he make jokes? Does he do impressions of people?"

He knew he'd said too much, judging by the clueless look Aladdin was sending him.

"Ugo doesn't joke around much. What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, nothing." He had to mentally make a note to avoid talking about future references. People wouldn't get TV show, movie, or music jokes here.

How disappointing.

Still, a part of him was excited to do this, a little bit.

After all, the sooner he could leave this odd, freaky world, the better.

After they'd bought their things at the supermarket-goddammit, it's not a supermarket, it's just a bazaar, he ran into the first incredibly cute girl he'd ever met here.

That's when he met...her.

A pretty red-haired girl with red eyes.

She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

It was at times like this that Alibaba cursed his being bisexual.

"Hello there, young lady, you sure are beautiful!" He chirped.

The red-haired girl looked away.

It was then that he noticed the chains around her feet.

"Oh..." He muttered, "I'm sorry."

She looked at him. "I don't need pity."

Suddenly, Aladdin had cut the red-haired girl's chains free.

"Now you can run without hiding your legs!"

Alibaba frowned as he watched her run away.

'She might be someone's slave...I'll have to keep an eye out and see if anyone's going to try and pursue us. I mean, who knows what this kid might do-'

The kid was already pulling him in the direction of the dungeon.

"Hey, I don't wanna go in here right nowwwwwwww!"

Before he knew it, he was dragged into the portal.

Many colors passed around him.

It felt like the lights were trying to push him back.

"It's an anomaly...' An odd voice whispered.

"An anomaly! Make it leave!"

"Alibaba..."

Dark's voice...

His eyes snapped open, in time to see himself lying in...water?

Instantly, Alibaba screamed and jumped backwards, in time to see Aladdin was already ahead of him.

"Aladdin, wait!" He yelped, struggling to get through the disgusting stuff without cringing.

"Do you not like water?"

"I fucking hate it." He growled. "Always remember, Aladdin, water is out to murder you."

Sure enough, the water exploded seconds after that.

"Goddammit, I hate being right." He muttered.

"Come on, Alibaba-kun, let's go!"

"Yay." He said in a deadpan tone.

"Are you gonna be this grumpy the whole time? You're my friend, now smile." Aladdin stretched out Alibaba's jaw, causing the displaced time traveler to back away.

"Fine, I'm smiling."

"That's a fake smile."

"I'm smiling!"

Despite himself, he laughed.

Perhaps he could forget about everything.

Who was he kidding?

"So, Alibaba-kun, why do you want to get this dungeon so badly?" Aladdin asked.

"That's personal, but I can tell you it's complicated. I also do want to meet this djinn person or whatever and ask him for a favor!" He said, laughing to himself.

"Alibaba-kun is a sneaky person."

"What's wrong with that, goddammit, Mikado!" He snapped, then stopped. "Just a slip of the tongue."

Why was he slipping up around this boy?

This boy was annoying, stupid and above all, just a replacement for...Mikado, right?

Then why was he starting to care about him?

'Don't get attached,' He warned himself, but it was already too late.

As they dodged some traps, he had to think to himself that this was kind of exciting. A smile crossed his face.

Let danger come his way.

He was a former gang leader, after all.

His foes would never know what was coming for them.

"Are you certain you saw a brat, Morgiana?" A black-haired man asked his servant, who nodded.

"Yes, he went in this place with a blond-haired boy." Morgiana said.

"Good girl." He caressed her cheek, oblivious to how she backed away.

"You will obey only me, right, Morgiana?"

Morgiana remembered the blond boy's words for a few moments before she shook her head.

She had to do as Lord Jamil commanded. She was just property.