#of course this is not to say i condone his act of exploding the golden cave. its just something to look at and feel pity for
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#its so sad. he's giving it his all in everything he does. 20 years even#he's such a tragic character to me. that's one of the reasons why i like him a lot#i will continue to say this - he always gave his kindness and perseverance to others yet nobody ever returned it back to him#and that's why he snapped. can you blame him when nobody cared?#~ rambling#of course this is not to say i condone his act of exploding the golden cave. its just something to look at and feel pity for
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Underpaid Security Guard
Word Count: 2929
Characters: Majid, Jamil, some mentions of Kalim
TW: None
Some Notes: An explanation on how Majid became a âsecurity guardâ of Scarabia; basically the boi is a stubborn first year brat and Jamil is taking no shit smh
Majid lay upon the pavilion located at Scarabiaâs entrance, gazing at the stars that peeked out from the awning above him. The coolness of the marble against his back pleasantly numb his stinging muscles from the accidental impact he had with the floor just a few moments ago.Â
In other words, Majid had fallen and couldnât have cared to get up.Â
Besides, it was a nice night to be outside. It wasnât unbearably hot (as the dorm could sometimes get during the day) nor was it too cold. There was a bit of wind that picked up once and awhile, but it only passed as a light breeze, ruffling through Majidâs already unruly blonde hair.Â
The night sky, or at least the part he could see, was lovely that evening too. Despite there being no moon in sight, the multitude of stars that he saw made up for its absence, putting even the finest of gems to shame in their brilliance. Majid was almost tempted to reach out and snatch a handful of them from the sky just to add them to his collection of wealth. Surely no diamond on Earth could compare to these glittering lights so far beyond his reach. He wondered how many constellations he might be able to hold within his grasp, how the celestial bodies would look scattered and eternally dancing between his fingers.
It must have been getting really late in the evening for him to have such sentimental thoughts.Â
Unfortunately, his perfectly sentimental evening was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Majid lifted his head as much as he could from his place on the ground to see who it was. Upon catching a glimpse of sleek black hair pulled back into braids and a disapproving expression, he just as quickly lowered his head and shut his eyes. Darn. It was the vice dorm leader. He was definitely going to get scolded by him.Â
The footsteps stopped a couple inches away from him and was followed by a sigh. âItâs you again. You do realize we have bedrooms back at our dorm, correct? Or perhaps you got âlostâ and ended up passing out from exhaustion again? That trick will only work once, Majid. It was troublesome to carry you back to the dorm, and Kaiden still complains of back problems to this day.â
âWell, it wasnât as if I asked him to carry me in the first place,â Majid mentally protested, keeping his eyes closed. Maybe if he stayed still long enough, Jamil would give up and go away. That would be the best case scenario despite having to listen to his reprimands. Worst case scenario: Jamil somehow manages to convince him to get up by his own accord, but that was even more unlikely than the first option. Simply put, the odds seemed to be in Majidâs favor for the night.
âThen if itâs not that, could it be⌠ah, yes. You were waiting to stick your arm out the entrance mirror to scare students on the other side. As much as I respect your determination to wait until the morning to do so, I cannot condone such childish behavior. Iâll have no choice but to put you on dish duty for a week-â
Knowing how many parties Scarabia normally holds in a few days and feeling his arms already begin to ache, Majid shot up to a sitting position, casting a scornful glare at Jamil. âI only tried doing that once, okay? The rest of those times were just Amir and his stupid group of dumbass friends,â seethed Majid.Â
Jamil, however, didnât seem fazed by the younger boyâs irritation. In fact, he looked bored. A first yearâs minor offenses were nothing compared to the shenanigans Kalim got up to. He placed a hand on his hip, slightly lifting up his chin as he noted, âOh? Seems like you were awake after all. If thatâs the case, why donât you go back to your dorm room, Majid? With your own two legs of course.â
Majidâs expression soured at that last comment. So in the end, Jamil ruined his plans anyway. He even managed to get Majid to fake wake-up. How annoying.
But he wasnât going to give up just yet. Majid laid back down in a childish act of rebellion. âIâm graciously sorry, Jamil-senpai, but Iâd much rather prefer to stay out here for tonight. I promise I wonât pull any pranks with the mirror-â
âThat I canât allow,â Jamil immediately shot back, causing Majidâs brow to twitch. Well there goes his âbe overly polite and maybe heâll let you do whateverâ plan. âAll members of Scarabia must follow their curfew to prevent any student from sneaking off to places they shouldnât be in. Not only that, but youâre also a first year, so I canât possibly trust your promise not to cause any trouble. Furthermore-â
âAaaaa, I GET IT, I GET IT,â Majid groaned as he slowly sat back up. Geez, how did Kalim put up with this guyâs constant nagging? Majid felt if he spent even a second longer listening to Jamil that his head would explode.Â
Actually⌠his head exploding seemed much more preferable than having to listen to his senior. He wondered if it was possible for oneâs head to explode from constant nagging and what that would feel like if the moment ever came.Â
Wait, no, he was getting off track.
Although he had been caught and pushed into a corner, Majid decided to try this again one last time, still refusing to stand up. He confronted Jamil with narrowed eyes. âWhy are you even here in the first place? Shouldnât you be following that all important curfew too?â he bitterly remarked.
âOf course. But since one of our first years decided to go on a late night stroll and leave one of their personal belongings behind in the lounge, itâs not as if I could,â responded Jamil.Â
Personal belongingsâŚ? What could he possibly mean by that? It took a couple of seconds before Majid realized that his left arm felt lighter than usual. In a panic, he grabbed at his wrist and upon feeling only a beaded bracelet, he quickly got to his feet. He extended a hand towards Jamil, trying (and failing) to keep his countenance under control. âPlease give it back, Jamil-senpai,â he requested in a steely tone.
Jamil studied Majidâs face carefully before folding his arms against his chest. Oh? What an interesting reaction. âDoes that bracelet hold some sort of significance to you?â he inquired.
Majidâs face twisted and turned as he tried to think of what to say next. There was always the option of lying, but he wasnât exactly fond of that. Plus, he had already shown too much emotion to hide anything now. But to tell Jamil the truth wouldnât give him much of an advantage eitherâŚ
The junior grit his teeth, agonizing over these options before stiffly bowing to his senior. â...Please give it back. I promise I wonât come out here again after curfew,â muttered Majid, his words just barely audible as they left his mouth.
Unfortunately, Jamil remained unmoved. âYou didnât answer my question, Majid. Is this bracelet important to you or not? We donât have all night.â
â...â
âGlaring at me like that isnât going to help.â
Sighing, Majid closed his eyes and irritably ran a hand through his hair. So there goes the good olâ intimidation tactic. Now what? Refusing to explain wasnât getting him anywhere. His hand found its way to the back of his neck, gripping at the hair that grew around there as he worked his brain to the max. Well, there was always the option of using magic, but starting a fight against the vice dorm leader seemed like a bad idea. Physically knocking him out would be even worse.Â
If only he hadnât panicked when it was first brought up!
âItâs⌠important to me, yes,â was what Majid decided to answer with, speaking as vague as he could possibly be.Â
âHmmm⌠I seeâŚâ Jamil mused, bringing one of his arms in front of him as if checking the time.
But Majid had never seen him wear a watch before. His eyes widened when he recognized the familiar golden glint of the scarab beetle bracelet around Jamilâs wrist. When did he-?!
Majid almost felt his heart leap out of his throat as he watched his fingers alight upon the two separate halves of the beetle. There was a strange expression on Jamilâs face as he did this. A mixture of disgust and curiosity. âI could have sworn this beetle was whole before. Did I break it orâŚ?â
Seeing him begin to slide the halves toward each other, Majid instinctively lunged at him with an outstretched hand. âWAIT-â
The scarab beetleâs parts came together with a satisfying click of the metal. The entire bracelet began to glow with an intense golden light, and the little beetle beat its wings twice, as if preparing for lift-off, before Majid promptly dissolved into a flurry of sand.Â
It took much too long for Jamil to register what just happened. For a good chunk of that time, he thought he had killed Majid and genuinely worried over how he was going to explain this to the headmaster. To say that he was just messing around with some bracelet and somehow ended up murdering his junior in the process probably wouldnât be a sufficient explanation. There was no body to recover either.
Trying to keep calm, Jamil looked back down at the bracelet. Ah. The scarab beetle had come apart again. He placed his fingers upon the two halves once more. âMaybe if I do this again-â
He was quickly startled out of his thoughts upon hearing a raspy âNOâ followed by a series of dry coughs.Â
Jamil turned to see Majid kneeling on the ground behind him, his hand gripping at his chest while he continued to cough, hacking up some sand from his throat as he did so. This caused the former to look upon the scene with alarm. âAre you alright?! Did the sand make its way into your lungs? Iâll call for Kaiden to take you over to the infirmary-â
âNOT KAIDEN.â Majid looked up at Jamil with a scowl and a hand twisting even harder at the fabric of his shirt. Anybody but Kaiden. âIâm fine. Just swallowed some sand when I shouted at you earlier. It tasted awful, but Iâll live,â he grumbled.
After making sure that he was mostly okay, Jamil relaxed his shoulders. Ah, good. He didnât kill him.
But what exactly happened at that moment?!
âMajid, do you have an explanation for this?â he asked, gesturing to the bracelet around his wrist. Seeing him begin to say ânoâ, Jamil placed his hand on the beetle once more. âIf you refuse to explain, Iâll continue to do whatever⌠this is, â he added.
This caused Majid to shut up and actually try to come up with a better response. A full minute passed until he finally decided to tell the whole truth.
âIâm cursed.â
â... Come again?â
âItâs not that serious, itâs justâŚâ Majid gave a pained expression, seeming as if he really, really didnât want to talk about it, before letting out a heavy sigh and standing up. âWhen I helped out this one guy, he gave me that bracelet along with a couple of other things as payment. Turns out by doing so, he passed both the ownership and the curse that it carried onto me. Whenever you join the two parts like that, I teleport to whoeverâs holding the bracelet,â he explained.
âThen the reason itâs whole when itâs with you..â
âWell, I canât teleport to myself, can I?â
âOf course.â Jamil examined the bracelet more closely, twisting and turning the bangle in the light of the pavilion. The metal was in stunningly perfect condition, showing no scratches, dents, or anything else that would indicate wear and tear. âDid this happen recently?â
âIt was⌠six years ago, I think? Around when I was ten or eleven.â
âSeriously?â Jamil muttered to himself, now removing his hand from the bracelet in an almost fearful astonishment. If he didnât know any better, he wouldâve thought of it as new. It seemed way too unlikely for Majid, whose dorm room floor was littered with similar pieces of jewelry, would have been able to maintain such a flawless condition for the item over the years. This must have been an effect of the curse.
His suspicions were confirmed when Majid spoke up again, noticing how much attention Jamil was giving to his bracelet. âI tried getting rid of it at first. Burning it, throwing it away in the garbage. But then some dumb kid got ahold of it while he was digging through the trash and accidentally summoned me. Had to punch him to get it back. Ah, but we were both kids when that happened, so it wasnât as bad as it sounds.â
â...Yes, of course,â replied Jamil after a moment of hesitation. He looked over at Majid to see how he was feeling about all of this. Compared to before, the boy seemed unnervingly unconcerned when talking about this part of his past. With his hands casually placed in his pants pockets and a glazed look in his eyes, any outsider could have thought they were talking about the weather rather than a potentially dangerous object. âYou seem awfully calm for someone whoâs cursed.â
He received a shrug in response. âLike I said, itâs not that serious. The only reason I freaked out so much at first was because I didnât want you to get any weird ideas about it, but I guess weâre past that now. Besides, itâs not the worst thing thatâs ever happened to me.â
âAnyway-â Majid reached out his hand with his palm facing upward. âThatâs why I keep it with me at all times. Can I have it back now? You know what it does, so it canât be that useful to you-â
âNo, I believe that I can think of some use for this, though.â
âWHAT.â
Jamil smiled at Majid, sending a chill down the latterâs spine. This guy⌠There was no warmth in his expression. So he really did come up with some weird ideas after all. âThis is still your bracelet, so the curse wonât transfer to me, correct?â
Although Majid didnât quite understand where he was going with this, he nodded in response. âYeah, but does that mean youâll give it to me?â he asked.
âNo.â
âBut you said-!â
âNot yet anyway. I wonât claim ownership over this; Iâll simply borrow it for a while.â
Narrowed eyes. âAnd how long is âa whileâ?â
Jamil pretended not to hear his question and continued to prattle on. âIâll allow you one benefit, though. You can stay out here provided that you watch for any intruders and immediately report back to me. After all, this bracelet makes tracking your movements much easier.â
âIntruders?â echoed Majid.
âThieves, for example. Or assassins.â
âAssassins?! At school? I can understand keeping out guys from other dorms, but isnât that too extreme?â As soon as these words left his mouth, something else clicked in his head. Scarabia was a dorm known for its resourceful attitude and, even more notably, its wealth. This wealth was provided by none other than the famed heir to the Al-Asim family: Kalim Al-Asim. Considering how generously the boy distributed his riches, it wouldnât have been hard to get to it, so murder was unnecessary. No, the only thing more valuable than the wealth itself was-
âIs this about Prefect Kalim? Do you really think things will ever get that bad?â
There was a beat of silence before Jamil responded, his hand moving to rest on his chest. âKalim is the eldest son of a multi-billionaire household; it would only be foolish to assume nothing bad could ever befall upon him, especially at this point. My family has served his for many generations, so it is my duty to keep him safe at all costs. That is all.â
Majid didnât say much after that, simply agreeing to the rest of Jamilâs terms before walking back to his dorm room for the night. This silence could have been mistaken as a sign of him finally becoming obedient or perhaps moved by Jamilâs loyalty.
However, it was quite the contrary.
Unbeknownst to his senior, he had used his unique magic on Jamil as he was speaking about Kalim. Majidâs Measure of Worth had given him insight into what the vice dorm leader was truly thinking in some notions. As far as Majid could tell, Jamil was telling the truth about his duties and his responsibility for Kalim.
But his intentions were a different story. There was a brewing resentment in Jamilâs carefully chosen words. It wasnât the first time Majid had felt Jamilâs utter frustration with the dorm leader (really, any normal person would have picked up on it as well), but he hadnât realized how deep it had truly become.
And it wasnât pure malice that solely ran through Jamilâs veins either. There was a surprising amount of conflict going on within him, almost as if there was something far greater than basic etiquette and ingrained responsibility that held him back.Â
For now the boyâs feelings lay coiled like a sleeping viper deep inside its den. When he would finally come out and strike, however, was a day he hoped would never come.
#also that word count number is just *chefs kiss*#didn't really have a specific tone i was going for here#just had this interaction going around in my head and finally got to write it down#hnnng the curse thing isn't supposed to be that angsty tho so thats why i had majid act like that after jamil found out his secret#its more like a mild annoyance than something life threatening#besides he always kept to himself so he was at low risk anyway :')#lol majid comes up with so many plans but b/c of our one brain cell none of them get to work#also this dork only speaks politely with his seniors when he wants something#but sometimes he overestimates his politeness and ends up coming off really weird and obvious lololol#twisted wonderland oc#twisted wonderland#jamil viper#Jamil#Majid#writing#fanfic#twst oc
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