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Hey! Yep, it the sequel to 'Was It Really So Horrible?' Thanks to all the people that reviewed my other Aladdin story, and my beta for putting up with all my mistakes! I hope to see all of you all throughout this story, as well!
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Well, I hope you enjoy the first chapter of:
Long-Forgotten Loves (Randi's P.O.V.)
I walked to my room after dinner, excited about going on another raid. Al and I had been living in the palace for 2 months now, and after the first month, Al had finally started to come out of the happy stupor he was in while with Jasmine. After two days of doing nothing but living the terribly dull and boring palace life, Al had finally become fed up, and needed to...stretch his legs, so to speak.
I, on the other hand, had become fed up a week in. Al, after he too became restless, noticed and thought up something we could do that would pass the time. We were used to stealing and dodging guards, but we could get in trouble with Jasmine if we bothered the palace guards...intentionally, of course. I always smiled at the disgusted look on Razoul's face whenever he had to bow or listen to orders from us 'former street rats.'
So, something that involved stealing, dodging guards, and being good? Stealing from thieves, of course! We had been doing this for a while, and had been chasing a certain thief. Whenever we'd think we found his lair, it was another trap. After a couple of weeks of searching, we had finally found the supposed 'real' hideout for this thief.
Abis Mal.
When I had heard the name, I had gotten more excited with each trap. Al didn't understand it, he himself was getting slightly discouraged from so many dead ends. I, however, knew that with each dead end, we were coming closer to Abis Mal and the start of the second movie. Of course, I could tell Al that, so I said that it was 'female intuition' telling me we were getting closer.
He had just shook his and laughed.
I had no idea how much time was in between movies, but an entire year had passed since I came to this world. Tomorrow would be my second birthday in this world. I smiled at the memory of Al freaking out when I told him the day after I met him. Al had forgotten now, which downhearted me a little, but I guess it wasn't that big of a deal. I would bring it up on the way to the hideout. Speaking of which...
I entered my room, now closer to Jasmine's. We had become very close in the time she spent away from Al. I had no chance when she was with him, I would have to walk away, trying not to gag at the romantic atmosphere. We were always competing for Al's attention, she using her 'we're going to be married' bit, and me using my 'you haven't spent any time with me' bit. Despite this, we had managed to become close. Not nearly as close as myself and Jaimie...I shook myself out of my thoughts. I had made my decision, and I was sticking to it.
Coming back to the present, I threw open my huge dresser and grabbed my old street rat clothes. We only wore them when going out on raids. We had a nicer pair of our old clothes made for us, both cotton trimmed with silk. I threw off my way too fancy dinner attire, and pulled the rough material on, laughing at myself about how I now subconsciously cringed at the lack of silk.
I pulled my now shoulder-length hair-I would have to cut it again-into a ponytail at the back of my neck, then grabbed a black cape and pulled in over my shoulders in an over-dramatic sweep. I then walked over to my balcony. We had agreed to meet here for every raid so that Jasmine couldn't see us leave. I sat down on the railing, allowing the cool night air to clear my head of all thoughts for a moment.
I focused on scent first. I smelt the garden; the un-realistic roses, the tulips, the water fountain, the grass and shrubs. I could smell the city, the stench of sweat, sand, food and jewelry. I stopped myself before I got any deeper, knowing some of the more...unpleasant smells that were there at night. Instead I focused on my hearing.
I heard the soft sound of wind blowing through all of Agrabah, rustling of curtains and the shifting of sand. I heard the steadily quieting laughter of children as their mothers sang lullabies to them. I heard the slight clink of the guards swords as they made their rounds, their annoyingly noisy steps across the polished marble floor.
I heard the rustles of Carpets fabric in the wind and the excited sound of Al's breathing while he was trying to sneak up on me.
"I hear you." I said simply, smirking slightly as I heard him jump, then huff in annoyance.
"I think you're faking the deep thinking to freak me out." He said, slowing Carpet down to hover in front of me. I opened my eyes, then rolled them.
"Haven't I told you yet? I'm not thinking, I'm emptying my mind so that I can sense better." I tried to go to a normal level, so as not to confuse his sometimes dimwitted mind. He raised an eyebrow.
"Whatever." He said, then grabbed my hand and pulled me up on Carpet. We took off, ducking as we passed by the guards. Not that they would see us anyway, the brainless idiots. After a minute of quietly flying through Agrabah, we were finally speeding across the desert to the next supposed hideout. I cleared my throat.
"Hey, Al." He looked at me, signifying he was listening. "It's been a year since we met." I said conversationally, and he blinked.
"That's right!" He said, grinning at me and giving me a hug. I rolled my eyes and hugged him back. "You know, I told you that we would live in the palace!" He said to me, bringing up the conversation we had many times during the year we lived as street rats.
"I guess, but can you blame me for not believing you?" I turned to him, raising an eyebrow. He grinned boyishly.
"Yep." He said, and my face was now in full 'Oh, really?' mode. "You should know by now that I'm always right." I snorted.
"Oh really? Then what's tomorrow?" I asked, staring him down intently. He looked panicked.
"Umm...the day after the day we met?" He asked nervously. I turned away sadly.
"And what did I tell you after the day we met?" I asked him, and he looked absolutely terrified. He apparently knew how females were with holidays... God, help him on his anniversary if he can't even remember his own sister's birthday. I sighed annoyingly loud. "Since we're almost there, I'll give you until after this raid to think of it." I then turned towards the front.
"What does your female intuition think about this one?" Al asked me, and I rolled my eyes.
"It says: this is the one." I usually said maybe, but this time I was positive. This was it.
(Third Person P.O.V.)
Jaimie and Achit had lived in prince Emir's palace for two months now, the prince's younger brother, Azlaan, having let them stay as long as they wanted to. Him and Jaimie has become good friends, connecting better with each other than with anyone else because of their losses. Jaimie had lost Randi, and Azlaan had lost his parents.
It was all good, but Azlaan started to get more and more depressed, convinced it was his fault his parents died, though no-one knew why. His depressed mood had gotten worse and worse, until Emir had decided that he should leave this palace to visit his cousin, Jasmine. They had always gotten along as children, and and through their teenage years as well, so Emir thought that visiting her and his uncle would be beneficial for Azlaan.
The prince had also decided that Jaimie should come with him, since they had gotten do close. He had said that it might help both of them get over their loses, visiting or re-visiting a new place.
Now Jaimie's first thought, having had a friend who was in love with Disney, was princess Jasmine from Aladdin.
Her second thought was that that was absolutely ridiculous.
Her third thought was that it was also ridiculous that she was transported to a different world with her old friends husky. So, she decided to keep her eyes and mind open for now.
The caravan for Agrabah was almost ready to go, Achit was sunbathing, and Azlaan was moping, looking out onto the miles of sand. Jaimie walked over and sat down next to the prince in his carriage-like thing.
"So, what's Jasmine like?" She spoke, trying to distract him. It worked, and he looked at her while smiled boyishly. She raised an eyebrow.
"You'll find out!" He said in a sing-song voice, and Jaimie rolled her eyes. He was such a kid. Randi and him would get along so well...She shook herself out of those thoughts, refusing to allow herself to get sad when she was trying to get Azlaan in a happier mood.
"Alrighty, then" She said, then shifted in her seat as the caravan started off. She then once again caught the boy staring at her hair, which was beginning to show golden roots. She never brought any dye with her, and she was beginning to wish that she had natural violet and blue hair. Enough people had called her a 'dumb blond' before Randi convinced her to get it dyed. Nobody had been able to say anything when she came back from the hair salons with deep purple hair with electric blue tips. Except Randi, who had simply smiled and said, 'I knew you'd go all out. Trust me, you and everyone else'll learn to love it.'
And she was right. After a while, everyone who had made fun of them admired her for her choice in hair color, and she had even made friends with a lot of them. None as close as Randi, but friends all the same. Her best friend had brought her out of her shell and taught her not to listen to what other people say, because eventually you'll end up meeting their expectations.
"How did you get your hair that color?" He finally asked, and Jaimie was drawn out of her thoughts(like a certain someone was the entirety of the first story)and looked at him.
"You know how you dye cloth?" She asked him, and he nodded. "Well, it's the same concept, but a little bit different." She explained it in the best way she could, aware that he, like Randi, could get the most complicated of mysteries and baffle everyone around them, but couldn't get the simplest of things even three or four explanations in.
'Wow. Him and Randi would get along great... They're almost exactly alike, yet different enough not to fight.' She thought to herself, and once again noticed that, even after two years, the great sadness that overtook her whenever she thought about her hadn't decreased in the least.
She then, once again, shook her head to get rid of the painful thoughts.
"I shall have to try it sometime." He said, and Jaimie's head instantly snapped up to look at him.
"No!" She said, horrified, and Azlaan raised an eyebrow. "Only people who don't like their hair color do it! You have awesome hair!" His other eyebrow raised, but his face broke out into a grin, just like Randi would've...
"Alright, if you say so." She raised an eyebrow at how easy he gave way to that. "But you have to play a game with me on the way to Agrabah!" He said excitedly, and Jaimie rolled her eyes. She hated all his games, but was good at all of them, and Azlaan loved the challenge in trying to beat her. She sighed as he began to set up a horribly dull game, and looked out the window.
'Well, here I go. To Agrabah, away!' She thought half-heartedly. As Azlaan started the game, she allowed herself to drift away in fantasies about how Randi could've been sucked into the vortex, and was in Agrabah, greats friends with Aladdin himself. 'She always loved him, even though we both often wanted to smack him for most of the first movie.' She knocked one of the princes pieces away, winning the game, and Azlaan cried out in dismay.
'Hopefully it'll be interesting, at least... maybe.'
Hope you all enjoyed, and I would love to see all my old reviewers, and some new ones during this story!
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