People ask me often why I hate Plato so very much and soon wish they had not when my reply can be pages long – there are many reasons why I hate Plato. People who agree with my hate of Plato always asked me for my Ideas of why Mistoffelees did not do the mating dance with Victoria. One of my friends on here challenged me to write a one shot story on why Mistoffelees did not dance with Victoria, so here we go.
Everyone began to slowly scatter away from the dance floor, leaving only me and Victoria in the light of the moon. I looked around nervous than stared at the white queen in front of me. 'I am not ready for this' I thought. I looked into Victoria's blue eyes and whispered the words 'No, I'm sorry'.
I left after that. I cannot believe said no to her. She was forced to dance with Plato. It seemed like hours before the other jellicles began to quiet down in the time between the ball and when someone goes to the Heaviside layer. I just sat alone listening to the music slowly begin to fade into the night.
I lay curled up in a pipe in the next clearing along from the main one. I waited. I expected her to come looking for me as soon as the ball ended but she didn't.
Victoria's Point Of View
"Oh, Demeter why wouldn't Mistoffelees dance with me and become my mate. " I cried. The golden and black queen held me close as I shook with the tears. Demeter was always been there for me; she was like a mother figure to me.
"I know that Plato is not now my mate, but he was the one that helped me come of age. I wanted Misto to do that, I wanted Misto to become my mate at the end of the dance."
"Oh sweetie. There must be a valid reason. We all know that it had nothing to do with him becoming your mate; we all know that Old Deuteronomy approved the mating. There must be a reason." Demeter said wiping away my tears. "You should really do find Mistoffelees, you should tell you why he ran away"
I left Demeter in her den to go find the Magical Mister Mistoffelees. Demeter was right, I knew she was. There must be a perfectly valid reason why Misto chickened out at the last minute.
Mistoffelees Point of View
I can hear footsteps. Hurrying footsteps. Is it Victoria?
I un-curled myself and turned around in the pipe. I watched the entrance to the clearing for the sight of the white queen. I watched. I watched.
"Mistoffelees" It was Victoria. I better get my story straight.
"Misto, why did you run away?" She asked, tears still in her eyes. "I don't deserve you"
"What?" She asked walking towards me. "What do you been you don't deserve me"
"Oh please, look at me. Look at you!"
We were starting to get angry at each other, and I don't know why. Vicky turned away, trying to control herself.
"When I look at you, I see an incredibly handsome tom. A handsome tom I love, and a tom I wanted to dance with, I wanted to be my mate."
I can't stand to see her crying. I stepped towards her and put my arms around her. We sat down in the middle of the clearing, not letting go of each other's hands.
"When I look at you, I see an amazingly beautiful queen that deserves a strong, brave and plain better tom then me"
"Mistoffelees don't be ridiculous. I don't care if you are small and not that strong, and you are brave. In my eyes, there is no tom better than you"
I felt so foolish, I should have told her all this before the ball instead of ruining the dance for her. I will make it up to her, I will.