Alibaba P.O.V 1st person
We arrived in Qishan as I guided Aladdin through town to my place. I offered him to stay with me for saving me from the desert hyacinth. We walked through the market, eyeing fresh fruits and other goods. I bought the two of us kebabs along the way. We laughed and talked, enjoying ourselves as we went our way. Like two friends normally would.
Lighting a lamp I showed him my home as he looked around with wonder. "Whoa! It's my first time at a friend's house!" He exclaimed, blue eyes smiling up at me. I went ahead and made us some tea, slicing up an apple I bought not long before to accompany the drink. As I served the drink I watched as he offered some to his flute.
"By the way, what's that flute?" I stared the boy down, seeking out an answer as he seemed a bit nervous.
"This is just a flute." Not what I was expecting.
"Yes, but what's inside? Something came bulging out!" (Oof save me from this gutter I call my mind)
"Oh, you mean Ugo? He's my friend! Some people call him a djinn." 'I knew it!' Now I was curious as to how he got it. He didn't know what a dungeon was and after asking hadn't been to one either. As soon as I said djinn's metal vessel he perked up.
"Yeah, that's it! That's what I'm looking for!" He lit up, nearly jumping from his seat, "You know where I can find one?"
"Huh? But you've already got it?" I'm confused now, isn't that what that flute is?
"No, not this!" He replied as if I was crazy. I just sat there in shock.
"So the djinn's metal vessel is in one of those dungeons?" I nodded, wondering where the boy was going with this. "Well, then take me to one!" 'Wait, what? I mean, that was the plan, but-'
We were interrupted by the thumping sound of my boss arriving. "Alibaba!!"
"Crap, it's my boss! He runs the wagon team I work for..." When he enters the older man's face is plastered with panic.
"Alibaba, what have you done? You ruined Master Budel's wine! He's asking one thousand dinars to cover the damages!"
"Yeah.. I was gonna talk to you about that.." I said nervously, avoiding his eyes. They were filled with disappointment and I just couldn't face them.
"Hey this isn't funny! They'll make you a slave!" I paused, realizing the price for my actions was worse than I thought. "He was delivering that wine to the feared lord of this town. He's twisted and torments slaves just to see them suffer. If you anger him, you'll regret it! And my business will be done for!" The man let out a long cry as he buried his face in his palm.
I was feeling bad about all that happened, but I would fix this. I would. I couldn't pay that off. I knew it, but I knew what I was gonna do. "Don't worry boss, I won't be a slave. I'm gonna capture a dungeon to pay the damages!" He seemed to disagree so I turned to Aladdin. "Hey Aladdin, you wanna go to a dungeon, right? I'll take you, in return show the boss your djinn!"
"Boss, this boy's name is Aladdin. He's a great magician! And he's my very, very best... servant!!"
Morgin P.O.V. 1st person
Back against the wall, we listened in. "So this is the boy to blame for the wine the Master ordered? How pathetic to think he can escape the clutches of slavery when they've come so close." I said to (y/n), quiet so that those inside wouldn't hear.
"The Master's right, all these people do is chase after dreams," they muttered, lifeless (e/c) eyes avoiding my red ones.
Picking (y/n) up, I rushed off back to the master, we would tell him the situation of the wine, and most likely take a beating for this boy's wrong doings.
*Time Skip to next Day*
Alibaba P.O.V. 1st person
"Hahaha, wow, the boss sure was surprised!" I exclaimed, stretching my arms up into the air as we traveled out of my place. "He looks after me, so I can't hurt him. But now..." I pulled out some money, "let's prepare for the dungeon!" I failed to notice how the small boy tiredly dragged behind me.
"We need food, a map, and a new knife!" I started listing things off on my fingers, "An adventure sure gets the heart racing! Right, Aladdin?" No response. I paused looking back to the gloom surrounding the small boy.
"What's the matter?" I asked, but he was quick to turn his head and make it clear he was ignoring me. 'Why's he acting like this all of a sudden? Things were fine before.'
"What're you mad about?"
"Nothing." Yep, something was definitely wrong.
"Why're you sulking? Don't you wanna go to a dungeon?" I thought long and hard, what on earth could it be? "Ohhh, I know! We haven't decided how to divvy up the spoils! That's important, I can see why you're mad. Don't worry, we'll split it evenly! You get the djinn's metal vessel, and I get the rest! Okay? So don't be angry."
I patted his shoulder as his fists clenched, "I'm not angry!" Okay, so maybe I was wrong. He was definitely pissed.
'This is a problem, if he doesn't go with me, I'm in trouble. Dungeons are no easy task, and I don't have any money for equipment. His mysterious power is my only chance. Think, Alibaba, how can I fix his mood. Oh, I have an idea!'
Morgin P.O.V. 1st Person
It was getting to be evening as we followed the two boys. One arm around (y/n)'s waist and the other under their knees, I hopped across each roof. 'Where could they be heading this late at night? They had that debt, didn't they?' Seems men would always be fools. The Master wouldn't be pleased with this. Not at all. Gripping the lovely (h/c) haired slave closer to my chest, we arrived in front of some disastrous place. A sign at the top presented a woman dressed in a revealing outfit with a drink in her hand.
I clicked my tongue as I approached the entrance, setting (y/n) down and dragging them along by the hand. Immediately, I noticed the flurry of women who waltzed around in silly get up. Their clothes were way too revealing for this era. As I searched through the crowd I managed to find where they had hidden themselves. I wasn't in the slightest distracted by these women nor by the food served. The only distraction here was the person I tugged along behind me and possibly the idea of (y/n)'s.. nevermind! Back on topic. I wasn't allowed to think like that. Nor would I let myself stoop to the level of these perverts.
The blue haired boy was lying on the couch, looking depressed, and his friend next to him was trying to grab his attention. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but it seemed irrelevant. I rolled my eyes as they called for a hostess.
"Stay," I ordered (y/n) at an empty couch. I approached the duo to get a better look. The small boy seemed to have let go of his grudge, now giggling as he rubbed his face in the breasts of a girl. I muttered to myself something about them all being the same, but only because I knew I could never behave this way towards (y/n). Mostly because (y/n) was my Master's slave, but also that I, being a slave, had no right to want anything.
I turned back to find a man with an arm wrapped around (y/n)'s waist. My red orbs sent a glare in his direction which he failed to notice. "Who knew a cutie like you worked at a place like this?" His hand slid down gripping their thigh. Their empty expression was just as irritating though. "I haven't seen you here before, your first time?" I stormed up to him and gripped him by the shirt sending a glare into his soul. "S-sorry!" He stuttered, "Didn't know she was yours!" I enjoyed the sound of those words hitting my ears, but my moment of triumph didn't last long. He was quick to notice the chains on my feet.
I felt his hands grip through my red locks, "You little shit!" At that I knocked him off me, grabbing (y/n), and rushed out the door before anyone could stop me. It's not like anything more could come from staying here to watch the two.
As I sprinted down the streets, clutching (y/n) in my arms as before, I couldn't stand their expressionless face. That same one always painted mine, but sometimes I wished I could free them from the chains that held us both. That (y/n) could refuse the way they were treated moments before, and any of the things our master demanded. It ached that there was no chance of this. I 'tch'ed at the thought of those commoners laughing around so happily when they could become slaves any day now. How unfair life could be. But I guess they'd be joining our little coop soon.
Entering our Lord's estate, I stormed in setting (y/n) down gently only to tug them into one of the empty rooms. Slamming the door behind me, my fists dug into the wall next to them as I pressed them against it. I looked down but away from those eyes, I felt their warm breath mixing with mine. "Why.., why did you let him treat you like that?" They responded with silence, making me growl as I looked up at their eyes. They stayed expressionless, eyes empty as they watched the pained look on my face. "Answer me," I demanded but it was more of a plea.
"You know why." Is this sorrow? It's very bitter. But I can't listen any more. I just want to cry, but the tears never come. If tears could stain my face, I wish they would, to wash these forbidden thoughts away. That with them I could forget the pain I felt for the lives we were forced to live.
"Why are you like this?" I muttered to myself letting out a heavy sigh. (y/n) seemed confused, as I ran my fingers through my hair. "I want to know what you're really thinking, what you truly feel about all of this... and about me." I muttered the last bit to myself so that she couldn't hear. I brought my hand up to their face, their (s/c) skin was soft to the touch, yet any tint of emotion was absent. I tangled my fingers through their (h/c) locks leaning till our faces are just centimeters away. "(y/n), I," I couldn't find my words, "I-I.."
We were interrupted as the door came swinging open. I swung my head to see our visitor, when green eyes met my red gaze I froze. Eyes widening as our Master recognized me. Not as scum or a mindless slave, but as an intruder. His expression quickly turned into a smirk as he sent daggers with his eyes. If the color of my orbs could turn a brighter shade of red I'd say that he'd managed to stab into my soul and that the blood was pouring out in place of tears. This would've been the second time I'd kissed (y/n) had he not shown up. I was getting greedy. Both times facing my punishment as he caught me again. He wouldn't follow through on his threat to kill me. (y/n) though, would serve my punishment.
"(y/n), come with me," he grinned. I stepped back as they followed, but he seemed to glance back at me on the way out. After he was long out of sight, I closed the door and pounded my fists against the wall letting out a frustrated sigh.
"Shit," I whispered, 'What was he gonna do to me?' I slumped back against the wall as I curled up against it. Time seemed even longer as I waited. Curiosity wanted to chase after them and find out if they would suffer for my mistake, but I ignored it. That would only cause more trouble. Besides, he's my master, what on earth could I do anyway?
Soon there was a knock on the door, I swung it open only to be disappointed when one of the new slave girls answered the door. "Lord Jamil has requested to see you." I nodded and pushed past her. 'What could he want? Was (y/n) still with him? That was quick. Was he done with her for now?' My mind was scattered as I walked down the hall, drawing nearer to the entrance of his private bedroom.
I stopped at the door about to knock when I heard a moan from the room, it sounded like Jamil. I froze in my place for a moment before knocking. "Who is it?" Jamil yelled irritably.
"Morgin, my Lord," I replied, hiding the nervousness in my tone with emptiness.
"Ah, come in!" The sudden change in tone was surprising as I gently pushed the door open. I choked on the air the second I took in the sight playing out in front of me. Not used to seeing my master undressed, but even more surprised by the familiar head of (h/c) that stood out between his legs. I didn't see their face, only the back of their bare (s/c) body and a mess of (h/c) under Jamil's hands.
I sent a cold glare towards him as his green eyes smirked back at me. "Why did you call me here?" I asked, putting on a sarcastic smile to which he snickered.
"What's with that expression, you wanna join?" He joked, before his expression turned serious, "To show you what privileges you don't get." 'That's it?' I wanted to scream, 'I'm certain it's true though. That's just how childish and self-conceited he was.'
Before I could leave he called out to me, "I'm thirsty, get me a drink." I stormed off getting a bucket of fresh water while trying to forget what I saw. My mind continued to wander off though, thinking of her perfect form. She did have a nice body... not that I hadn't already noticed. I knew there wasn't anything I could do about it, but I wish I could've been in his place. Shaking the dirty thought off I rushed back to the master. Reaching the doorway I was about to turn in when I heard her moan out his name. Dropping the pail it hit the floor upright, luckily only spilling some before I ran off yet again. I wasn't going to put up with this, even if it meant a beating later.