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Arabian Moons	By : Lynnore Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers Views: 3589 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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III
"I'll do it." Jasmine said quietly when the captain next visited her. His eyes went wide in astonishment, they then softened into worry.
"I understand this is difficult. I can't say anything else as the walls may have ears." He replied, signaling to her that he was on her side but couldn't outright say it.
"You don't need to say anything, Razoul. Thank you." Jasmine replied as the captain unlocked her cell. He smiled as she stepped out of her cell, she had not called him by his first name since she was a toddler. She followed him obediently up the stairs of the dungeon and across the palace courtyard. The daylight felt nice on Jasmine's skin, though she had to squint in order to see as she followed. They entered the throne room and Jasmine noticed the decorations more vividly now. The throne looked like a giant coiled cobra, with the back of the chair coming up like the cobra's head, at the top the cobra's mouth was open revealing its fangs. There were still many naked women chained to the throne, but Jasmine didn't recognize any of them. Jafar was sitting there on the throne, fully clothed and stroking his beard as he watched the captain lead Jasmine.
"Well well, long time no see princess. How have you been?" Even now he was still mocking her. "I would have you know that I am delightfully ecstatic that you have come to your senses. I want to make this entirely official. A delicate flower as yourself needs to be handled with care." He was smiling happily as he rose up from his throne and stepped towards Jasmine. When Jafar reached her, he stretched out his hand to hers and took hold of it, bowed his head and kissed the back of her hand. Jasmine tried to keep all thoughts out of her head.
Jafar released her hand then raised his head and their eyes met, this was as close as they had been in a very long time. "Princess Jasmine, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, my queen, in holy matrimony under Allah?"
Jasmine took a very deep breath and lowered her eyes to the floor. "Yes."
"Excellent, we will begin preparations for the wedding immediately. I'll send the orders for every person in Agrabah to be present to witness our union. You may retire to your own bedroom now, my fiancee. I will send your handmaiden to discuss your wedding gown and anything else you want. My Jasmine, if you want your wedding on the shores of an ocean, I will create one. If you want the stars to align, they shall." Jafar was intoxicated with excitement.
"Thank you Jafar, I will take my leave now." Jasmine retreated to her room.
Her sky blue pants and top had become tattered from the dungeon. She drew a hot bath and cleaned the filth of the dungeon from her body then replaced her attire. Shortly after her handmaiden entered the chambers and started discussing the news with Jasmine, feigning excitement as she asked Jasmine about how her wedding gown should look. It took a few hours for Jasmine to finally answer all the questions to satisfaction and be once again left alone in her room.
Still in meditation and keeping her thoughts as deep as she could, she stepped out onto the cold balcony and breathed deeply the cool night air into her lungs. She looked up to the clear skies and pondered the stars. She noticed one of them directly above her twinkling. A sign if she ever knew one. She leaned onto the balcony railing and peered over the edge. The drop that used to be a few stories now stretched far below from a sheer cliff on the mountain. Jasmine kicked off her slippers and stepped onto the railing.
The plan, becoming the wife of a monster, lulling him into a false sense of security and finally reverting this madness, would take years. The abuse she would endure, the rape and torture. The innocent lives she would see killed and be forced to kill. That much Princess Jasmine knew her soul could not bear. She struggled to maintain her balance on the ledge in the bitter cold wind. One last step.
A flash of light coming from above Jasmine startled her. She tilted her head up and saw the twinkling star was now a bright light descending from the heavens, very quickly. Something came slamming into the balcony behind her. Her life flashed before her eyes. Time seemed to slow. In a split second she had unconsciously turned to see the object, noticed it was an intricately designed, glowing sword with its blade buried into the floor of the balcony. The impact of the sword sent a shock wave which knocked into Jasmine who was still in mid-turn on the balcony ledge. She was now falling backwards off the railing.
A figure materialized next to the sword and seemingly in an instant was next to the balcony railing, grabbing Jasmine's hand in mid fall. The figure pulled Jasmine safely back onto the ledge. Jasmine fell forward off the ledge and was caught in a warm embrace by her rescuer, instinctively she closed her eyes.
So warm, was her first thought. She realized she was embracing another woman. Jasmine opened her eyes and looked to see the woman embracing her lovingly, with a gentle expression on her face.
She had dark complexion, yellow eyes and purple hair. All at once Jasmine felt relieved and safe. She found herself melting into this woman's embrace. Jasmine squeezed and nuzzled into the woman's shoulder. The woman responded by placing one of her hands gently on Jasmine's head. She had never been in an embrace like this. Even the few times Aladdin hugged her he seemed hesitant and rigid. She knew now that it was because he was lying, but this. Jasmine started to cry, the walls of emotion came down and she for once in her life felt… love?
"You're safe now." The woman said softly, and with the hand she had on Jasmine's head she moved it to her face and wiped the tears from her eyes. Jasmine was a bit shorter than the woman, so when she looked to meet her eyes she had to tilt her head slightly upwards. Jasmine showed a sign of relief and happiness for a brief moment on her face, and in that moment, the woman bent her neck forward, moving her face closer to Jasmine's. Their faces were less than an inch from each other, and the woman stopped for a brief moment. Jasmine's lips quivered, and the woman moved forward, kissing Jasmine's lips tenderly.
Jasmine's eyes went wide in surprise, she was overwhelmed, but she didn't back away. She then closed her eyes and allowed herself to kiss back. The kiss only lasted a few seconds but it felt like an eternity to Jasmine. She felt a longing for more as their lips separated. The woman smiled at Jasmine. "We must leave this place, Princess Jasmine."
"Actually, I'm not a princess anymore, it's just Jasmine now." Jasmine felt intoxicated by the kiss. She briefly recalled her first kiss stolen by Aladdin, and how awkward it felt. This was so different, the kiss had such passion and meaning behind it. She thought about how their bodies were pressed against each other, how the woman's large breasts cushioned into her own. She felt her body becoming warmer and her breath getting deeper. Her face was flush.
"Alright then, Jasmine. You can call me Yoruichi." The woman revealed her name. Dressed in all black, her clothing was tight against her fully revealing the curves and swells of her highly toned athletic body. Her black top only covered the front of her chest, with her back exposed. She wore a white sash around her waist and a white scarf around her neck. Her hands and arms up to her elbows were wrapped in white cloth, though her fingers weren't covered. She also wore white knee-high boots. Her long purple hair was tied in a ponytail save for a few locks that came down along the sides of her face, roughly chin length.
"Yolu-" Jasmine didn't quite understand the pronunciation of the woman's name, tried to repeat it but was interrupted.
"Come along now, we don't have much time to move." She released her embrace of Jasmine, turned and started walking briskly toward the sword stuck in the floor. Jasmine caught herself staring at Yoruichi's backside for a brief moment before her words took root and she snapped to attention, slid her feet into her slippers and followed.
Yoruichi gripped the handle of the sword as she walked by and with a swift action removed it from the floor. Pieces of the stone floor broke off and tumbled aside with the extraction. Never stopping her forward movement, Yoruichi swung the sword through the air a few times to remove pieces of dust, quickly ran her fingers across both sides of the blade then slid it into the scabbard hanging from her sash. As she approached the doorway to Jasmine's bedroom she struck the air in front of her with the open palm of her right hand. The sound Jasmine could describe as similar to someone slapping a stone wall.
The doorway immediately filled with red light, and Jasmine could no longer see into her room. The red light was moving around in different shades in the doorway, as if it were alive. Jasmine watched as Yoruichi stopped a few feet from the doorway and turned to look at her. Jasmine continued forward, cautiously approaching the lighted doorway.
As she stepped side by side to her savior, Yoruichi said, "It's a portal, go ahead I'm right behind you. Don't be afraid, I'll hold your hand." Yoruichi took Jasmine's left hand with her right, and Jasmine squeezed tight. Yoruichi smiled and stepped forward. She gently pulled Jasmine forward and led her to step through the portal. Jasmine hesitantly stepped into the portal. Yoruichi held on to her hand until it was the only part of her visible on this side of the portal and then released her grip. She waited a few moments then stepped into the portal herself. It closed immediately behind her.
Meanwhile…
Two cloaked figures appeared in the palace courtyard, walking casually towards the main doors of the palace. Their hoods came down in front of their faces so far that one might wonder how they were able to see what was in front of them. No features could be made out from them save that they were neither obese nor tall. One was about five and a half feet, the other shorter at about five feet even. As they neared the palace doors the guards made a move to halt them, only to immediately lose consciousness and fall to the ground. The figures passed by their lifeless bodies and entered the palace, the doors opening by themselves. More guards toppled over on their way to the throne room. A few guards became frozen in fear, unable to make any move and they were spared as the cloaked figures passed them.
Entering the throne room abruptly as they did surprised Jafar, though he sensed their presence moments earlier. "What is the meaning of this? Who dares lay siege to my palace? Make yourself known!" Jafar shouted as he stood from his throne. The cloaked figures in unison brought their arms up and flipped their hoods back, revealing their faces. Two women stood before Jafar.
They both were of caucasian complexion, with the shorter woman having slightly darker skin. The taller woman had long dark brown hair which was tied tightly in a French braid, save for two short locks on either side of her forehead. She wore black eyeliner and black lipstick. Her eyes were a glowing amber color. The shorter woman had lengthy, bushy, fiery red hair which she kept out of her eyes with a golden tiara. She also had black eyeliner and black lipstick, her eyes were a deep red color.
Jafar was taken aback at their appearances. He had not suspected that the intruders were women, nor that they were foreigners, looking to be from western Europe. Additionally, their beauty was stunning to him, perhaps even more so than the princess. He was momentarily pleased to see such gorgeous women before him and fantasized about what he could do with them.
The taller woman spoke with a British accent, "You have no need to know who we are or where we come from. All you need to know is we have taken your beloved bride-to-be as our hostage, and she'll not be returned until our demands are met."
"Outrageous!" Jafar grabbed his staff and casted a powerful projectile spell at the women. The shorter woman put up her hands and a translucent bubble was conjured around her and the taller woman. The spell slammed into the bubble with a loud bang and both women were blown back towards the doorway. They both held their footing and merely slid backwards across the floor, the bubble moved with them. The spell ricocheted off the bubble and into one of the walls and exploded, rubble fell into the throne room and the adjacent room came into view.
The shorter woman still held her hands in front of her and began whispering to herself, she then pointed at Jafar's staff and it melted from his grasp into a molten puddle at his feet. "I don't need my staff to deal with the likes of you!." Jafar formed a fist with his right hand and punched downward in front of him, his arm disappeared up to his elbow. The fist appeared above the two women coming from the ceiling, greatly expanded hundreds of times larger than normal. The giant fist came crashing into the floor where the women stood and they appeared to be crushed beneath it. Jafar retracted his fist and as it rose he saw there was nothing underneath it. The women had vanished.
As soon as Jafar's hand fully reformed on his body the short red haired woman appeared only a few feet from the throne.
She looked up at Jafar and finally said, "You risk us losing our patience with these cheap parlor tricks, fool." Her voice was deeper than the taller woman, had a different accent and Jafar could feel genuine hate in her tone. "If you'd like us to kill your fiancée we will, there will be no shed tears from us. When you are ready to hear our demands, turn the moon blood red, and we will arrive."
She then crouched down to the floor, and moments later burst upward, in an inhuman leap. The velocity allowed her to crash through the roof above the throne and continued upward into the sky. The leap turned into flight and in a second she zipped away from sight. She was heard screeching through the air over the city of Agrabah as she left. Rubble from the ceiling was falling around Jafar and he had to swat a few pieces away. The chained maid servants were dodging the debris.
"Impossible." Jafar muttered then repeated in angry exclamation, "Impossible! Where are my guards?!" He moved forward like a man possessed, his rage sending him to the princess' bedroom. "Where is she!" He didn't sound like a human when he questioned Jasmine's handmaiden.
"She was here only moments ago, I swear I only left to fetch her some food. Please my liege I-" She was interrupted by flames erupting from her body, She screamed in agony and fell to the floor burning alive. Her screams only lasted a few seconds, the hellfire from Jafar had consumed her quickly and left behind blackened charred remains.
Jafar continued searching Jasmine's room, he turned towards the balcony and noticed the disturbed floor. He bent down and touched some of the debris. Jafar could feel powerful remnants of magic in this location. "JASMINE!" Jafar screamed with magically fueled rage, so loud that the ground beneath Agrabah shook, the heavens trembled and the echoes were heard for a thousand miles.
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