Title: Heartache
Author: Ryoko
Email: RyokoVenus@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
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Heartache
(Part 3)
He's left before. He often went running. But everytime he tried to run away, his desires and love for her would make him turn around and stay. It was something he couldn't ignore, something he couldn't get over. But this time it was conquered. He was gone for good...right?
Then, there it was. Beautiful as ever before and shining with beaming radiant gleams of the sun off it's golden domes was the glorious Palace of Agrabah ...his ...home...? Well it used to be anyway. Maybe everyone would be accepting...but 'everyone' was not going to get him in ...JASMINE was the only one who could determine if he stayed or not.
Ahhh Jasmine. His former wife, his princess, his love. She was his everything. His life practically depended on her. If it weren't for her he would still have been a worthless streetrat...of course right now that's all the more he was feeling. Worthless. And a rat for sure. Then his mind coasted back to Esmeralda. She was a child of the streets too. Maybe that's why he got along with her so well. They did have so much in common. With Jasmine, everything between them was different.
And now...now would she take him back? After what he's done to her he didn't think she would. He didn't think she should. His mind was racing with questions. Some he didn't even want the answers to. But he continued on his path. He slid down the sand dunes, the warm grains around his feet making him smile. He headed towards the big palace gates with no fear of the guards letting him in. After all he was still the Sultan of Agrabah...or was he?
He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the huge doors. One of the guards stepped forward.
"Sir...Sultan Aladdin, is it you?" he said. Aladdin smiled and tried to look royal...whatever that was.
"Bahsheer! Good man!" He said patting his shoulder. "Why are you working out here in the sun? I made you a Palace Servant for a reason! You're no Gate Guard!"
Bahsheer removed his hat and bowed. "Sir, Sultana Jasmine has made me a Gate Guard now. She also fired many servants. I was one of the lucky ones to be kept on the squad!"
Aladdin's eyebrows narrowed. "SULTANA Jasmine??? How did she get a name like that???"
"Sir, she is the only current ruler of the kingdom. She didn't want your eldest son to take over while she was still in position so she deemed herself worthy of the spot." Bahsheer began to fan himself with his flimsy hat. Aladdin scratched his arm with a puzzled look on his face.
"Why would she kick out so many servants?" He questioned, stepping into the shade of the arch.
"Sir, I believe Jasmine went through a strange depression state while you were gone. She was very angry and rude and sometimes she would just break down and cry!" Bahsheer said confused. Apparently none of the Agrabanians, not even the guards and servants, knew what really happened. "By the way, how was your trip to Egypt? And where are all your baggage, sir?"
Aladdin's eyed widened. "Trip to Egypt???" Yep he was right. Jasmine made up a lie. That was very unlike her, but Aladdin could understand why she did it. He put his hand on his forehead and looked up to the Palace. He suddenly had a strange feeling. His heart was thumping in his chest and he became slightly shaky. "Well uh, thanks Bahsheer, I think I will head in now." Bahsheer bowed and put his hat back on while opening the large gates for Aladdin to enter. Aladdin saluted him and headed in.
He walked through the streets of Agrabah. He closed his eyes and just let the rocks under his feet guide him. The kind people in the city were saying hello and welcoming him back from his trip. Aladdin finally reached the big stairs leading up to the beautiful Agrabah Palace. He just stared at it for a while. After a big sigh, he walked up the steps and opened the doors. There were two guards directly inside across from each other. Aladdin nodded at them both and they saluted him back.
"Excuse me, sirs, can you tell me where the Princess is?" One of the guards eyed him funny for calling her 'princess' when she was his wife.
"Sultan Aladdin, you are back! We will find your wife for you right away!" he picked up his radio and began saying some code names. Aladdin scratched the back of his neck and stood dumbfounded, staring at all that was before him. The other guard continued to stare at him strangely. He put out his arm towards the huge hall in front of them.
"Sultan, you may walk around..." the guard had a sarcastic grin on his face. But Aladdin felt too weird to move. It was like he was just a street rat again. Just a dumb old street rat who didn't belong in the Palace, who didn't deserve to see the Princess...he felt shameless and continued to pace while the guards searched for Jasmine.
"Sultan, here she comes." Aladdin grew more and more nervous. Jasmine began to slowly follow two guards, walking with the grace of a queen; holding her head high. Her eyes were closed, but she knew her way around the Palace so easily. And she wasn't in her usual attire. She had on an elegant lavendar gown. Adorned with golden jewels. Her golden slippers shined as she headed toward the doors. Aladdin felt horrible in his ratty clothes. She stood in front of him, her eyes still closed. Then, they opened.
She just stared at him. There was definately pain in her eyes...and it was looking right into Aladdin's painful glare. He stepped forward. He wasn't sure what to do...it was all too awkward.
Jasmine's expression was in such a state of shock. The guards continued to stand there and stared at the two lost souls. Jasmine gave one of them a certain hand motion and they all left. She quietly stuttered some unknown words and her breathing was heavy and uneven. Aladdin could feel his heart pounding as he wanted to embrace her. But his feet held him still. It was as if he was glued to the ground.
Jasmine's eyes grew slightly teary. Her distorted breathing continued and every now and then she extended her arm as if to touch him. But it would quickly recoil again. Aladdin took another small step to her. Neither of them blinked. Aladdin wanted to touch her face and dry the tears now runnning down her cheeks but he was too shy. His arm extended toward her also. He held it out to her and continued to look into her eyes.
Jasmine eyed up his hand. His dirty little hand that was reaching for her. Just then, she slapped him across the face. Aladdin kept his head turned. He was shocked beyond belief. Jasmine was never violent. He peered out of the corner of his right eye and drew back his hand. She was still crying and now making sobbing and sniffling noises too. He saw her clutch the hand that slapped him close to her face and close her eyes, now crying even more.
He turned his head to look at her and rubbed his wounded cheek. Her eyebrows were down and even though she was crying, she had an angry look in her eyes.
"You bastard...," she started. Aladdin was utterly stunned. Jasmine NEVER cursed. "How could you do this to me?" she continued. Aladdin didn't know what to say. He was so at a loss for words. She buried her face again...as if she couldn't bare to look at him. Aladdin suddenly got such a longing,...for her embrace, for her touch, her kiss, to run his hand on her silky smooth hair... But it was not the moment for that. Never before had he felt so strongly about her.
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*One more part! Read on for the conclusion!*
Author: Ryoko
Email: RyokoVenus@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
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Heartache
(Part 3)
He's left before. He often went running. But everytime he tried to run away, his desires and love for her would make him turn around and stay. It was something he couldn't ignore, something he couldn't get over. But this time it was conquered. He was gone for good...right?
Then, there it was. Beautiful as ever before and shining with beaming radiant gleams of the sun off it's golden domes was the glorious Palace of Agrabah ...his ...home...? Well it used to be anyway. Maybe everyone would be accepting...but 'everyone' was not going to get him in ...JASMINE was the only one who could determine if he stayed or not.
Ahhh Jasmine. His former wife, his princess, his love. She was his everything. His life practically depended on her. If it weren't for her he would still have been a worthless streetrat...of course right now that's all the more he was feeling. Worthless. And a rat for sure. Then his mind coasted back to Esmeralda. She was a child of the streets too. Maybe that's why he got along with her so well. They did have so much in common. With Jasmine, everything between them was different.
And now...now would she take him back? After what he's done to her he didn't think she would. He didn't think she should. His mind was racing with questions. Some he didn't even want the answers to. But he continued on his path. He slid down the sand dunes, the warm grains around his feet making him smile. He headed towards the big palace gates with no fear of the guards letting him in. After all he was still the Sultan of Agrabah...or was he?
He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the huge doors. One of the guards stepped forward.
"Sir...Sultan Aladdin, is it you?" he said. Aladdin smiled and tried to look royal...whatever that was.
"Bahsheer! Good man!" He said patting his shoulder. "Why are you working out here in the sun? I made you a Palace Servant for a reason! You're no Gate Guard!"
Bahsheer removed his hat and bowed. "Sir, Sultana Jasmine has made me a Gate Guard now. She also fired many servants. I was one of the lucky ones to be kept on the squad!"
Aladdin's eyebrows narrowed. "SULTANA Jasmine??? How did she get a name like that???"
"Sir, she is the only current ruler of the kingdom. She didn't want your eldest son to take over while she was still in position so she deemed herself worthy of the spot." Bahsheer began to fan himself with his flimsy hat. Aladdin scratched his arm with a puzzled look on his face.
"Why would she kick out so many servants?" He questioned, stepping into the shade of the arch.
"Sir, I believe Jasmine went through a strange depression state while you were gone. She was very angry and rude and sometimes she would just break down and cry!" Bahsheer said confused. Apparently none of the Agrabanians, not even the guards and servants, knew what really happened. "By the way, how was your trip to Egypt? And where are all your baggage, sir?"
Aladdin's eyed widened. "Trip to Egypt???" Yep he was right. Jasmine made up a lie. That was very unlike her, but Aladdin could understand why she did it. He put his hand on his forehead and looked up to the Palace. He suddenly had a strange feeling. His heart was thumping in his chest and he became slightly shaky. "Well uh, thanks Bahsheer, I think I will head in now." Bahsheer bowed and put his hat back on while opening the large gates for Aladdin to enter. Aladdin saluted him and headed in.
He walked through the streets of Agrabah. He closed his eyes and just let the rocks under his feet guide him. The kind people in the city were saying hello and welcoming him back from his trip. Aladdin finally reached the big stairs leading up to the beautiful Agrabah Palace. He just stared at it for a while. After a big sigh, he walked up the steps and opened the doors. There were two guards directly inside across from each other. Aladdin nodded at them both and they saluted him back.
"Excuse me, sirs, can you tell me where the Princess is?" One of the guards eyed him funny for calling her 'princess' when she was his wife.
"Sultan Aladdin, you are back! We will find your wife for you right away!" he picked up his radio and began saying some code names. Aladdin scratched the back of his neck and stood dumbfounded, staring at all that was before him. The other guard continued to stare at him strangely. He put out his arm towards the huge hall in front of them.
"Sultan, you may walk around..." the guard had a sarcastic grin on his face. But Aladdin felt too weird to move. It was like he was just a street rat again. Just a dumb old street rat who didn't belong in the Palace, who didn't deserve to see the Princess...he felt shameless and continued to pace while the guards searched for Jasmine.
"Sultan, here she comes." Aladdin grew more and more nervous. Jasmine began to slowly follow two guards, walking with the grace of a queen; holding her head high. Her eyes were closed, but she knew her way around the Palace so easily. And she wasn't in her usual attire. She had on an elegant lavendar gown. Adorned with golden jewels. Her golden slippers shined as she headed toward the doors. Aladdin felt horrible in his ratty clothes. She stood in front of him, her eyes still closed. Then, they opened.
She just stared at him. There was definately pain in her eyes...and it was looking right into Aladdin's painful glare. He stepped forward. He wasn't sure what to do...it was all too awkward.
Jasmine's expression was in such a state of shock. The guards continued to stand there and stared at the two lost souls. Jasmine gave one of them a certain hand motion and they all left. She quietly stuttered some unknown words and her breathing was heavy and uneven. Aladdin could feel his heart pounding as he wanted to embrace her. But his feet held him still. It was as if he was glued to the ground.
Jasmine's eyes grew slightly teary. Her distorted breathing continued and every now and then she extended her arm as if to touch him. But it would quickly recoil again. Aladdin took another small step to her. Neither of them blinked. Aladdin wanted to touch her face and dry the tears now runnning down her cheeks but he was too shy. His arm extended toward her also. He held it out to her and continued to look into her eyes.
Jasmine eyed up his hand. His dirty little hand that was reaching for her. Just then, she slapped him across the face. Aladdin kept his head turned. He was shocked beyond belief. Jasmine was never violent. He peered out of the corner of his right eye and drew back his hand. She was still crying and now making sobbing and sniffling noises too. He saw her clutch the hand that slapped him close to her face and close her eyes, now crying even more.
He turned his head to look at her and rubbed his wounded cheek. Her eyebrows were down and even though she was crying, she had an angry look in her eyes.
"You bastard...," she started. Aladdin was utterly stunned. Jasmine NEVER cursed. "How could you do this to me?" she continued. Aladdin didn't know what to say. He was so at a loss for words. She buried her face again...as if she couldn't bare to look at him. Aladdin suddenly got such a longing,...for her embrace, for her touch, her kiss, to run his hand on her silky smooth hair... But it was not the moment for that. Never before had he felt so strongly about her.
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*One more part! Read on for the conclusion!*