I write the WEIRDEST oneshots. I'm not sure why I thought this up either, but as I was watching the Prince Ali number in Aladdin, I for some reason started having all these human rights thoughts about the dancers. And so came this short oneshot.
She smiled and danced. She had no thoughts, no personality at all. She was only a hollow shell of a pretty face. Her eyes only saw the people who cheered for them, moving in and out between them. She transfixed men around her with her delicate features, tiny waist, and flirtatious manor, but she knew none of this. No, all she knew was where to step and when to sing, as the Genie created her for.
But as her shallow eyes scanned the crowd, something caught them. It was a strange sight; it stood out from the others. Her eyes that only know to seeing the ordinary were now seeing something new. For, as you see, it was a boy. And not just any boy. This boy had large, bright eyes, soulful and deep. Very different then hers, who had no soul behind them. His dark hair was short and messy, but it complemented his lean face.
He noticed her looking and smiled. For the first time in her life (a matter of two minutes) she had a feeling, an emotion. She had an odd instinct to break away from the choreography that she was designed for and approach him, as she did.
"Hey." He said as she walked closer. "Wild parade."
"Yes." She said in a flat tone, as she was not an expert in emotions yet. He nodded his head, feeling a bit awkward. Here was this gorgeous girl standing in front of him, and all he could say was hey.
"So…" The boy continued. "A few of my companions and I were going to the market tonight to see a fire show. Maybe you could join us."
"Yes." She said in the same flat tone. She didn't know what a fire show was, or a market, or a companion, for that matter, but she would most certainly like to see him again. She liked whatever was happening to her spirits when she saw him.
With a quick glance to the continuing parade, she realized she was far behind the others. Her design overruled her feelings, and she said a quick, flat goodbye to the boy and ran to meet them.
The boy watched her go. He had never seen someone so beautiful, so interesting. And he was to meet her tonight! Smiling to himself, he prayed to Allah that he could build a much stronger relationship.
But alas, with one wave of the Genie's hand, she was gone, never to live again. For you see, dear reader, she was only a spell. Why would she matter?