(The lyrics are from Presidents of the United States of America's "Kitty".
Yes, that's a real song. Also, the character perspective will switch
frequently, but I think its not too confusing. Once again, I do not own
"Aladdin".)
"Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
Meow, meow
Meow, meow "
Ahhmal listened faintly to the sound of Mama Shima tottering around in the
kitchen, pots and pans clanging, the sound drifting out of an open window
and onto the now completed roof.
Hands folded behind him, the muggy feel of the air cradled the night into a
content hum.
They guys had already left, doing their part to help put the finishing
touched on the patching on the roof, Hasshim, Shasta, and Lana going off to
their own lives, leaving Ahhmal to contemplate his own. Hands folded behind
his head as a pillow, he stared up at the surprisingly full moon sluggishly
hovering overhead.
If Ahhmal had been particularly interested in dates, he might have tried to
calculate how long Mozenrath had been gone, but he knew this;
It was too long since.
"Little bag of bones been out all night
Little bag of bones been out all night"
What did her highness say after he had fished himself free of the trash cans
he had landed in when that strange sorcerer magic- ked him from the Castle
and had went back looking for Mozenrath?
Ahhh yes,
He was off…training.
"But damn, Mozenrath, what's taking you so long?"
"Can you hear him, scratchin' at the screen door
Can you hear him, scratchin' at the screen door"
Mozenrath hissed in pain as the wall connected with his back, the impact of
his head on marble producing a faint ringing sound as he listened to Destane
berate him.
It was just his luck that Destane wasn't the sort to sleep late, much less
when he felt threatened by the loss of his favorite toy.
Any remnants of a good mood were filtering through the cut above his brow.
Destane had switched modes again; apparently Destane wasn't one for
constancy in terms of his moods.
Destane grabbed his apprentice's collar ruthlessly before he could slide
down the wall to the floor.
"Little bag of bones been out all night"
"Tell me little kitten, what in the world inclined you inside that pretty
little head of yours to go slinking off like that?"
"Nothing master". Mozenrath answered in what he hoped sounded innocent
enough to satisfy.
Destane smiled venomously, slamming Mozenrath's head backward into the
stone.
"Liar".
"He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his head
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his rain-soaked hide"
Ahhmal started to drum his fingers restlessly on the boarding's that
suspended him as a trickled of lukewarm rain slid down his face.
How long was he supposed to wait?
It was infuriating really; he invested his all into him and Mozenrath, and
just to have him plucked away at the whim of his mother.
All the catling would tell him was he'd be gone as long as it takes.
But damn, how long did it take?
"Do you even want to come back Mozenrath?" Ahhmal whispered to the velvet
overhead.
"He's circlin' around my ankle
He's circlin' around my ankle"
He had been beyond patient, his friends would testify to that as they
watched him circle the Castle day after day, suiting his posts also at the
city wall, silent as he watched the horizon, leg curled under him in the
higher perches of the gnarled tree that overhung it.
It came to pass that Ahhmal stopped his constant watch, returning to the
life he was expected to with his friends and routines, breathing and living
like always.
But Mozenrath knew where to find him when he would come back, he should.
But every other thought, every awkward fading of laughter was blamed to a
certain raven-haired prince, relentless in his preoccupation of his head.
The sudden separation was eating away at Ahhmal's resolve.
"He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his hide
Hey Kitty won't you come inside"
Destane held on tight to the struggling teen.
"Let go!" Mozenrath demanded, the position of the strong grip on his
shoulders unnerving and painful.
But Destane was not to be put off that easily.
It was quiet, save for Mozenrath's indignant noises, and then a slow vulpine
smile grew on Destane's face.
"Does little kitten miss his play mate?"
"Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it"
Ahhmal rubbed his temples, groaning as he banished reheated memories away.
They were old.
And fruitless.
What was pining like some abandoned mutt going to achieve?
He slammed his fist down suddenly, earning an annoyed yell form Shima below.
What do you expect me to do?
"Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow"
Mozenrath gaped up at Destane.
"You were reading my thoughts..?!?".
Destane didn't miss the note of incensed indignance in his student's voice.
"Watch yourself kitten, I thought we had already established where exactly
your privacy lies."
Content at the quick flash of faint caution, he continued, growing more
fervor as he went.
"Isn't that too cute? But then again, most futile things are."
"What do you mean?" Mozenrath asked suspiciously, looking up intently into
Destane's grin.
"Are you really that gullible kitten? How long do you suppose your little
friend is going to wait for you?"
"He's not like you." Mozenrath said in a moment of bold offense.
"I would hope so," Destane countered airily.
Amused at his students scowl, Destane added one last thorn to his trappings.
"Why wait for something he could easily get? He looked quite the charmer,"
Destane added with a smirk, "how long will it take for him to bounce back
with another fixation hanging off his arm?"
Instantly, an image of Shasta popped into his mind.
Pleased at the heavy silence he inflicted, Destane drove the point home.
"Do you really think you're that special, that unique that you hold an
significance importance?"
Mozenrath flinched at the tone, feeling a raw point wounded.
"Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied
Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied"
The venom of Destane's words seeped further in still.
"My what an ego you have, you truly believed in your candy coated little
fantasies. How sad."
"I'm Lost in his little yellow round eye
Lost in his yellow round eye
Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied"
Ahhmal was slowly working himself into a flurry of offense.
Could he not visit?
Was it that hard?
"Dammit Mozenrath"
"Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans
Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans"
Ahhmal remembered the injured feeling he got when he realized Mozenrath
hadn't said goodbye.
No, Ahhmal thought with a frown, didn't bother to say goodbye.
While Mirage had been brief, not willing to give Ahhmal the time of day, he
had felt the dismissive- ness, and was wrought with the possibility that
perhaps that what was motivating Mozenrath to be so careless, so flippant
with their relationship.
Mozenrath was defiant, almost in a childishly wavering manner.
"I don't believe you"
No reply.
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!"
Mozenrath's head snapped to the side with a slap to his face,
There was no mirth in Destane's manner now, a look of possessive madness
upon him in the way he leaned down to come face to face with Mozenrath who
hadn't even bothered to put a hand to his stinging face.
" Grow up. Your own naiveté is to blame. Your not living in a fairy tale
little kitten, there are no white horses, no princes astride them. Men will
be men and you would be well to realize how insignificant you are in face of
that." he word whipped across Mozenrath like tendrils of the shadows that
tugged at the back of his clothing now.
Destane now took the deflated and quiet princes wrist, tugging him in tow.
"Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night
Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night
Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night outside"
With a an irritated sigh, Ahhmal rose up and climbed down of the roof,
slamming the door behind him with an,
"There are better ways to reject someone Mozenrath"
"Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it"
Destane could not affect Mozenrath that night, who was drowning in the doubt
that had now flooded his mind.
"Kitty"
Dean