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Chapter 6

Genies Unleashed

(Aladdin)

I wasn't believing my luck.

For one, this could all be a dream. I fervently wished for that not to be the solution to how I was sitting on Sorrah's former bed next to the Grand Vizier and across from the Princess, also known as the former love of my life. It was an uncomfortable situation to be in for one: sitting in a room with your dumpee and the man who wants you dead more than anything else in the world.

But that wasn't my miracle. By some unknown force, Jasmine had managed to rescue me from the dank chambers of the prison cells, where Razoul eyed me with eyes that looked like they were constantly on the verge to turn red. I didn't like the eerie glint of sunlight on his sword every time he shifted. I also suspected that he angled the hilt like that just to torture me: hour after hour after hour.

When you're alone like that with things like the stuff that I have to think about, it would be enough to drive a normal man insane. However, I am no normal man. Besides the fact that I was still in the pink woman's attire, I had a certain Genie to help me, and I had almost become Sultan of Agrabah.

Now, the minutes seemed to tick by in eternities. Jafar wanted an explanation, I could feel it radiating off of his very robes as they rustled slightly next to me. The burden of the secret that me and the Princess shared weighed down on the room and seemed to stifle the very air that I breathed. Suddenly, I wished for the company of somebody that wasn't hostile to me, and right now, the only two people who seemed to fit into that category were Genie and Adwin.

At last, Jafar spoke.

"Well, are you two lovebirds going to tell me what exactly is going on, or will I have to take you to the torture cells?" he asked smoothly, as if asking about the weather. Jasmine flinched, but glared at the Grand Vizier. "You have no right to torture me." Jafar smirked. "Not physically, no, I do not. I do, however, have the power to torture your little friend here," he motioned to me, "And torture your heart as you watch."

Something flickered in Jasmine's eyes, and she fell silent. I felt the hands of guilt squeeze my stomach. It was obvious that she still cared for me, though I couldn't say the same truthfully about her. My sigh was surprising into the silence, but I felt like I was letting out all of the pressure.

"Alright, I will tell you," I said, not daring to lift my eyes. I could feel Jasmine's sense of betrayal and sorrow. "Aladdin, no!" she whispered brokenly. I did not dare to shift my eyes off of the floor, though it was tempting to see her expression. "Don't do this to me." It was in the same broken whisper, and yet this time I found something different: was the Princess of Agrabah begging me?

I took a deep breath. This wasn't right, I had to tell somebody. This was the whole reason that I no longer loved Jasmine, and not entirely because of Sorrah. I felt the need to lift the blame off of her head, to insure her safety.

"Jasmine…she has a genie, as you know," I began abruptly. "And…she is not the real Princess. Her first and only wish for the genie was to make her Princess of Agrabah. Before that, she was but a street rat like myself." I felt the Grand Vizier's body stiffen next to me. The turban shaded his eyes, so I was denied the privilege of reading them. This must have been a great shock for him.

"Then, the Sultana…?" he trailed off. I shook my head. Jasmine had already explained this part to me. "The Sultana is the rightful ruler of Agrabah." Jafar seemed to consider this, and then he nodded haltingly. "Well, this was…unexpected," he murmured. I continued to stare at my toes, poking through my shoes and dared not to utter a single sound as the taller and much thinner man next to me mused, and my former true love crumpled with a broken heart sat frozen in front of me.

…………………………….

Jasmine and Jafar had seemed to work out a deal, and if it was mutual, it was not for me to judge.

The deal was: if Jafar was not to tell anybody that Jasmine had wished herself into the throne line, then nobody would be told about Jafar's genie. "Under the condition that you don't do anything like you tried last time with it," Jasmine warned. "We will see if I choose to follow your conditions, Princess…and if I don't, then there is nothing you can do about it, for I will expose you for what you really are," Jafar retorted silkily.

This was all happening too fast for my brain to catch up, so I gave up trying to update it, and instead just became five senses, storing away information for later to calculate when I made my escape out of the palace. The plan once out there was simple: survive, and find Sorrah…if she's still alive, said a small, pinched nagging voice at the back of my mind. I purposefully shut it away.

Things happened quite fast after that.

Jala and Haillie, apparently, had not seen each other for decades. Their reunion was less than happy, as Haillie continued to babble on about some girl who picked the wrong genie to fall in love with, and Jala mainly sat by and looked annoyed. It was easy for me to tell that she still loved her wayward sister, even though she was special. Jala was not the type to hate anybody for being annoying. Jafar, however, was and soon gave up trying to be in the same room for longer than ten seconds with the hot-pink genie.

The day after my confession of Jasmine's fete of wishing, I sat down in her chambers. She had gone out for an afternoon walk, and Jafar was absent. It was just me, and two very bored genies.

I was curious as to how their world worked, as I had never really questioned Genie about it. "How does somebody become a genie?" I asked curiously. Jala shrugged. "Well, either a person wishes to become a genie, or one is just formed in a long-forgotten lamp." "How?" I asked, fascinated. "Well, the number of genies in this world never increases or decreases," said the green genie. "When a genie is destroyed, another is formed. When a genie is formed, one is destroyed." I was starting to get the logistics of it.

"Our magic only works on ourselves when we don't have a master that we're bound to," giggled Haillie. I was surprised to hear her talking sense. Jala looked pretty amazed too. "Jasmine hasn't made a wish in over seventeen years!" she said, sounding delirious again. I looked to Jala for advice.

Her sister sighed. "You see, being bound to a master for too long without them making wishes can be…unhealthy to a genie." She gestured pointedly toward her sister, who was once again talking to thin air. I nodded slowly, eyeing Haillie oddly. "I see what you mean." Jala gave an odd sigh, with emotions mixed up into it that I did not quite understand. "Jafar is not a good master for me. He does not make wishes." I was relieved to hear that Jafar was postponing world domination, but it was fishy all the same.

"It is uncomfortable for me, to be able to grant wishes but with nobody to wish them. It's like getting a toy that you've always wanted, yet you cannot play with it until a certain time that is determined by the person that you hate most." Jala subsided into silence, and I didn't mind. It gave me time to digest what she had just explained to me. Jala's green orbs were far off, foggy. She was thinking about something, but what?

Right now, I was very confused. I wanted to find Sorrah, I wanted Jasmine to forgive me, and I wanted to make sense of the world…and most of all, I wanted to get out of the pink tutu and the woman's underpants.

Was that too much to ask?

A/N: Please review! I did the best that I could, considering that I've got something big planned for next chapter, hint, hint. It will be slightly disturbing…in a good way I suppose. Sorrah's point of view will have to wait for a little while, because it will be either in Jafar's point of view or possibly one of the genies.