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JAFAR WALKED SIDE by side next to Rashida through the streets of Agrabah, they tracked slowly along the sandy path way of the bustling market.

'I should probably say something,' Jafar's thoughts chimed.

Jafar turned to Rashida, "I assume a thanks is in order."

"You assume?" Rashida scoffed, "Well, I guess that's a hell of a lot better than not assuming. Who are you and what have you done with the Grand Vizier?"

"Honestly, Princess. I'm trying to be the slightest bit tolerable here."

"Oh no, do go on," Jafar almost rolled his eyes to the back of his skull at how antagonising her smirk was.

So annoying.

That made her laugh even more, "Honestly, Jafar...you crack me up."

Funny, I didn't even say anything amusing.

She tried to smooth it over, "I just meant that you always make me laugh."

"Okay, well. What I was going to say was..." Jafar scratched behind his ear, "Thank you for defending my honour."

"Oh, so you didn't mind that it was a woman who defended you?" Rashida raised an eyebrow.

Hmm, a little bit.

"No," Jafar replied.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, certain," Jafar lied again, without ease.

"Sure," Rashida rolled her eyes, her glance then landed on his hands, the same hands he used to do unbelievable things - to her and others.

Why is she looking down there?

She looked at his eyes, wandering into the distance as she interlocked her fingers with his. Making sure to turn away when he noticed.

Oh.

"We could use a break from all this," Rashida said.

"All this?" Jafar's eyebrows creased, "All this...what?"

"Dances, suitors, Sultans," Rashida groaned, "All this Princess stuff."

Really? I'm trying to get into more of it.

"Right," Jafar answered, plainly, "Wouldn't you miss the riches? The power? Being Sultan-"

"Don't you see?" Rashida moved her hands to his shoulder, "All that doesn't matter. You have to be with people you love and who love you."

Sounds boring.

"Who would that be?"

"You know who that is."

Me?

"Yes, you," Rashida said absentmindedly, not thinking about anything else. Not even the fact that she had replied to his thoughts again.

This was when it all clicked in Jafar's mind, it all made sense. How odd she had been acting...

She was reading his mind.

Then, Jafar knew he had to get as far away from Rashida as he possibly could.

"Jafar!" She called after him as he continued.

He ran through the streets, knocking down women, children and carts as he came to an alcove, with yellow sheets ahead.

He noticed in the distance, Aladdin or 'Prince Ali' heading towards him in opposite direction, his face peeking through the the bright cloths.

He heard his voice as he came in a huff, holding his monkey pal on his forearm, "Who does he think he is? He's supposed to serve me. I'm the same as I always was on the inside, right Abu?"

Jafar raised the hood of his cloth, charging into the fabric scattered alcove, running into Aladdin as he brushed past him on the shoulder.

He slipped his hand into his pocket smoothly, as he turned around to continue on walking casually.

"Hey!" He heard the young impostor shout as he walked away, oblivious to what Jafar had just done and that it was Jafar.

Jafar waited until he had gone to open his cloth which he had sneaked the golden object under to hid from view, he slowly took down the hood of the raggedy thing and his eyes lit up with craze for power.

He eagerly rubbed the base of the lamp and it shone a bright blue, the magic glitter rising out of it's spout and into the air, filling it with the smoke. It rose onto the curved passage, where the large figure of the Genie appeared. 

"Are you kidding? Now why would you open it under the," The cyan-coloured giant rubbed the back of his head soothingly, not noticing who was stood before him until he looked closely, "Arch...way."

Jafar's face lit up with glee, he had finally gotten what he had wanted for so many years and he couldn't believe it was true. He had the powers of the extraterrestrial Genie in his very hands. The bazaar was filled with the sounds of his maniacal laughter as he finally got what he wanted. He would show them all. He would be Sultan.