One little push is all it takes

Chapter 1

Sinbad hated it when Jafar became too serious. Of course, he knew that Jafar was a serious person, and there was nothing he could do about it, but when he became too serious? Yeah. That attitude needed to change.

And that was why Sinbad was charging over to Jafar's office. It was only like- 5 in the morning- ok no. It was actually 2am. Sinbad had heard from a maid that Jafar would often be asleep at his desk in the early morning hours due to exhaustion. That's another reason Sinbad was coming to his office so damn early. Jafar really needed to get more sleep too.

So, as any other best friend would, instead of knocking, Sin just barged into Jafar's office. The door made a bang noise, but fortunately for others sleeping, this part of the palace didn't have any bedrooms and no one was crazy enough to stay up this late to finish work. Unfortunately for Jafar, who looked to be almost passed out, was awoken and bolted out of his seat then readied his wires.

Sinbad sighed. "It's just me, Jafar." He assured to ex-assassin. Jafar let out a relieved huff as he sat back down. But Sinbad could see the tension rising in his shoulders. He shook his head before sitting down across from Jafar at his desk. "Is some thing wrong? You've been serious lately." Jafar gave a dead stare.

"I'm always serious, Sin. Question is, what are you doing awake?" Sinbad huffed. Jafar was trying to change subjects.

"'What am I doing awake'? What are you doing awake!? A maid informed me the other night that she's been catching you passed out at your desk at around this hour!" Jafar groaned, slumping his head into his arms. The bags under his eyes showing just how much he was needing some actual sleep.

"I just needed to finish some extra paperwork... that's all. Then I got caught up in it that I lost track of time." Jafar was making a pouty face, not looking Sin in the eyes. But Sinbad could see that look in Jafar's eyes. He was hiding something.

"Are you sure you're not sick?" Sinbad asked. He knew what his answer would be, but just in case, he at least wanted to know how Jafar was feeling. But of course, Jafar was only feeling "fine." This explanation got him nowhere... Sinbad sighed mentally. "Then answer my question from earlier: Why have you been serious lately. Like, I know you're serious, but you've been way too serious. I could barely even got you to smile before you acted this way, but now it seems like you aren't even trying to even muster up any joy or smiles. I didn't create this country with you just so that you'd work yourself to death and not enjoy yourself, you understand?"

Sinbad had grabbed Jafar's cheeks to make him look at him straight in the eye. Jafar just glared at his friend, not making any moves to pull away or anything. Instead, what happened was what made Sin almost choke. Jafar, doing a glare/pouty face was blushing. A tiny tear prickled at the corner of his eyes before he quickly wiped it away, probably coming back to reality, and pulled away. "It must be because of my lack of sleep. I'll make sure to get more rest, and I am very sorry that I made you worry for me..." Oh god. Did Sinbad actually make Jafar- the Jafar!- sad?

Sin just scratched the back of his head, chuckling. "I-if that's what it is, then I order you to take tomorrow off!" He declared. Jafar was definitely not himself right now, and if it was from the lack of sleep, then he should get some more. If fact, Sinbad could see how sick Jafar was. Sweat was running down the side of his head, his sleeves were falling off his shoulders, and he kept on rubbing his head. (For a better understanding, look at the picture I put up at the top)

Jafar turned to glare at Sinbad again. This time, his blush was gone. This was a true glare. "I will not take off a day just because I am sleep deprived, your majesty." Oh-oh!? 'Your majesty!? YOUR MAJESTY!?' Jafar never spoke like this when the both of them were alone, but now. Something must be up with him, and it's not just because of his lack of sleep. Regaining his composure, Sinbad cleared his throat.

"That is an order from your king, Jafar. I hope you will not disobey it." Jafar, again, made his pouty face including his glare. But he soon sighed and mumbled to himself something Sin couldn't hear. Then he turned to him.

"Very well." He stood up along with Sinbad. "I will take the rest of today off on your order. But I will be making sure everyone is doing their jobs while making sure I am healthy. Is that enough?" Sinbad nodded, although he'd prefer Jafar to just stay in bed all day, this is the best he could get with the ex-assassin.

Time skip: lunch

During the early morning hours, Sinbad had only seen Jafar come out of his room for breakfast. He was probably planning on staying in there to get some rest until after lunch, which Sin was alright with. As long as Jafar didn't find out about him sneaking out to go hit on some girls and drink. Now it was lunch, and Jafar had come out of his room to eat. The bags under his eyes were a little less noticeable now, which was good, but just the way he was being more introverted towards everyone, including Sinbad, was strange.

Of course, Jafar was always like this with everyone, but he'd at least try to speak with everyone. Right now, he was looking around the room, eyes darting to every corner and every crack in the walls. It gave Sinbad the chills. That's decided, there was definitely more to this than just being sleep deprived.

Sinbad had caught Jafar right as he was about to leave the dining hall. Making sure Jafar wouldn't leave, Sinbad gave an excuse that he needed help getting something and Jafar reluctantly accepted to help. Once they were nearing the closet Sinbad supposedly needed something from, he grinned to himself.

Jafar opened the closet door he looked around inside. "What is it you need again?" He asked. Sinbad, not answering, pushed him into the closet and shut the door behind him,  and used his body to keep Jafar from running out. "S-Sin!? Let me out! What are you doing!?" Jafar pounded on the door, but Sinbad just hummed, ignoring his calls. After a few minutes, Jafar stopped and sighed. "I've been resting, so what." This wasn't even a question, it was an order. Jafar was pissed. Should make this quick. Sin thought.

(This is important: the door has wholes in it that are large enough for someone with small hands to fit their hands through)

"There's something bothering you." He said. Jafar huffed.

"Now there is." He retaliated. Sinbad chuckled.

"Yea, sorry bout this, but it was the only way to get you to listen to me. I'm talking about how you keep on looking around frantically, like you're waiting for something to happen." Jafar moved around in the closet, which was pretty small. It seemed like he was looking for something in there. It was silent for a moment before he spoke up.

"Gotta scroll?" He asked. Sinbad was kinda shocked. He expected Jafar to say he was fine and nothing was bothering him, but now... Quickly, Sin pulled out a small scroll and pushed it through the gaps in the wall. "Thanks." Jafar thanked. For another moment, it was silent. Then the scroll was pushed back through the gap. Sin caught it and read it. As he did, his eyes widened.

I can't talk about it out loud, but you need to trust me. I've come across someone I know and they're not friendly. I thought they were dead, but apparently they weren't, and they threatened me. That's all I can say about the topic except it doesn't involve Sindria, you, or any of the generals.

Sinbad turned back to the door, eyes scanning the inside of the closet. He threw the scroll to the ground but before he could speak, Jafar did so before him. But not before his hand came flying out from the gaps holding his dart. Sin noticed his eyes, which were piercing green. "Mind letting me out now?" He asked. Sinbad lowered his eyebrows.

"What happened to the real Jafar?"

There's chapter one. This is just a random story I'm doing before I go back onto my other stories so let's just see where it goes.