Power was important, as important as gold and treasures. Jafar glowered down at the scene before him. Jay was racing past a bunch of older boys with a bunch of loot in his hand. "Get back here you street rat!" The fattest teen yelled. "Yeah, you piece of scum!" The rather scrawny one called. "Heh, I bet even your father hates you for how low and worthless you are!" The last of the bunch teased as they teamed up on Jay.

Jafar growled as he watched his son freeze before turning around to face the trio. Jay stuffed his loot in his pocket. Jafar watched as a smile slid up his son's face yet a hurt look stayed in his six – year-old eyes. These fools had no idea what they were talking about! His son was extremely useful, and he had his worth. His son did all the physical work and how dare they call Jay a street rat! Aladdin was a street rat, and Jay was nothing like him!

"If I'm worthless than you must be garbage and if I'm low you must already be in the underworld. I pity Hades, to have to deal with you every day, that would be worse than being stuck here on the Isle," Jay called back, and Jafar smirked. Then the boys started throwing punches at his son. Jay dodged most of them, but one landed on hiss jaw, and he stumbled back.

Jafar hissed, and he knew that if he still had his powers, he would have turned into a snake. Jafar marches downstairs, and Iago follows after him. When Jafar gets to the scene, he sees marks on all the boys there. A small smirk lies on the corner of his lips. "What a great haul Jay," Jafar states with an evil gleam in his eyes all the boys jump and Jay looks at his father with slight shame.

"You can go inside Jay; I'm going to see if I can get anything more out of these goods," Jafar stated, and Jay sighed. Jay knew his father was upset with him. Especially if his father thought that he could steal more from someone that Jay already stole from. Jay went onto his carpet and closed his eyes. They were wrong or at least he really wanted them to be wrong.

"Jay!" His father called as he stormed into the room. Jay looked up at him. "Come on," Jafar insisted. Jay slowly got up and went to his father's side. "Power is important, Jay. Whoever holds the most gold makes the rules. If you don't have power, someone else will just take the gold from you! Tomorrow I will show you how to use power so that you won't be so weak!" Jafar shouts before storming away.

Jay creeps back over to his carpet. Slowly he breathes while trying to swallow and blinking his eyes. His father does… doesn't hate him. Jay would not cry. He was not that weak. He wasn't.

Three boys stumbled out of an alley. One had a crooked nose that gushed blood, another had a limp and a swollen lip, and the last carried his dislocated arm as tears trailed down his cheek. "I hate him!" spat the man with a broken nose. Jafar watched them from the window and cackled with glee. Street rat! HAH! Jafar didn't buy that!