Shiro: This is a short disclaimer ^^ in this chapter is a AU (not really tho) where Ja'far is female ^^

If u don't like don't read!!

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How it happened? You really couldn't tell, but you fell in love with a girl... While being a girl yourself.

How did this happen? You couldn't tell either, but Sinbad had been carrying a flower vase across the Sindria trading company and, without notice, tripped.

Yes, a glass vase was thrown across the room. Flying, it seemed to have accomplished. It was dramatic, hilarious and terrifying all at once.

Dramatic, because Sinbad fell in such way it seemed he had just been shot.

Hilarious, because he got his face hard and, moreover, because the vase was thrown in an almost artistic way.

Terrifying, because the glass object was directed to a certain one. One you couldn't allow get hurt.

But let's go back a little, shall we?

"Sin, I really don't understand why you need one of those in every corner of the building..." You sigh as the man carries, yet another, glass flower vase.

"Because they're pretty! This building is boring-" he replies with his usual careless smile. Poor fool.

Time stopped, everything turned black and white in the blink of an eye. It happened.

Sinbad was falling, his eyes slowly widening as he had tripped over nothing. He was falling, but the vase wasn't.

His face hit first, slamming against the floor in slow motion, purple hair pooling around the dead-looking man, as he had no self esteem left to stand up from his shame.

The vase.

You look up, eyes slowly following as the vase is thrown flying across the air, looking like a beautiful transparent bird with no wings to stop it's fall. Inevitable, was its fate.

Color, everything seemed to turn red for you, red as a warning, an alarm telling you something was wrong.

Your eyes trail, searching for the place where the vase is destined to land. You freeze.

Pale skin, freckled face, skinny body, snow white hair. She calmly stands there, green eyes not yet trailing after the meteorite-vase.

No. You wouldn't allow it. She would not be smacked by that vase. Not under your watch.

Run. Yes. Your instincts told you to run. And you ran.

Dramatic, hilarious and horrifying it was, as you extended your arm, your fingers slowly making contact against her back.

"Fuuuuckkkkkk"

The world goes back to normal speed

"Ouch!" Sinbad's face slams against the marble floor.

"Oh my God!" Mystras yells, the vase flying across the room.

"Move!" You crash against Ja'far, pushing the both of you out of the way.

The vase slams and shatters against the floor, the spot where Ja'far had been standing a couple seconds ago.

For the next few seconds, no one moves. Workers from the company staring in disbelief, Sinbad not daring to move, Mystras still pointing at the vase, Ja'far sitting in the floor, you sitting next to her and, not a single soul, knowing what to say.

"... Thanks" Ja'far ruffles your hair lightly, breaking the silence before standing up.

Your face turns red but then, you remember, and so does everyone else.

All eyes turn to a certain purple haired, who has yet to move from his shameful state.

"Sin... Stand up" Ja'far says.

"No" he replies blankly.

"Sin..." You mutter.

"Leave me here... My pride is hurt..."

Yes. Life was very weird, it still is. Some workers cleaned the vase, others checked you and Ja'far for injuries and, well, Sinbad stayed in the same spot until late at night.

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Shiro: I know.

I know.

I KNOW

This was weird. I needed to write this.

Thanks for reading.

SEE YAA!!!