Mistoffelees curled up is his den in a dark corner on a black pillow. Tears swirled down his pale white face and he did not try to restrain them. He only snuggled into a small ball, trying to chase away his pain. After many failed attempts of telling himself he didn't need her and that he was doing what was best for them both, he buried his face into the pillow. He began to dream.
Suddenly, a streak of light blurred past. Before young Misto could react, Victoria pounced on him. They tumbled around, giggling and play growling. She was pretty fair at wrestling, but he never would have admitted that to her. Slipping his paws underneath her, he was able to gently push her off. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he quickly pinned her to the ground. She beat her little fists on his arms.
"Get of me, Misto! Get off! That's not fair!" she giggled between hits.
"What the magic word?" he grinned over her, enjoying the upper-paw he had.
"Presto," she mumbled in a pout.
"What?" he asked, a little louder.
"Presto!" she yelled, thumping the ground with her fists.
He slumped off of her and sat a few pawsteps away, licking a paw and bringing it over his head. Victoria came to him and swiped her tongue over his ears. He returned the gesture and they began to groom each other. Jellylorum, the brown and white splotched kitten-caretaker, soon came over to them and began to lecture them on the dangers of running out from under her supervision. Both kittens blamed the other for persuading them to and she grabbed each by the ear and led them to a cavern of junk. Other kittens were already taking a nap and she odered them to do so as well. Misto yawned, complaining he was not sleepy. Victoria just giggled when Jellylorum bluntly told him to rest. For laughing at him, Misto pushed her down. She escaped his grasp and brushed herself of, quickly sticking her tongue out at him. He ignored her and scanned the floor. There was Pouncival, a usually bundle of energy tom-kit with a brown dash over his eye and brown and gold stripes and patches on his white fur. Next to him was his older brother, Tumblebrutus who was a patched brown and white tom. Etcetera, their sister, was sleeping souncly with her friends Electra and Jemima. Etcetera was a white queen-kit with pale brown and gold stripes down her sides. Electra was a mottled brown tabby with orange patches in her headfur and her sister Jemima was a small black and red streaked kit with a white bib, white patched forelegs and forearms. Plato , a dark ginger patched tom, and Admetus, a gray stripped tabby, had once slept with the kittens, but now they were to old to nap. Tumblebrutus was also too old to sleep with the kittens, but to Pouncival he was a security blanket and he would never sleep without his brother or "bubby" as the young kit called him. Misto settled a small distance away from the other kits, though he wanted to curl up with them badly. They treated him differently, so he usually stayed out of their path. Especially Plato's, for he was a terrible bully to the poor tuxedoed tom. The other kittens would also call him strange, because of his powers and the fact he spent many hours honing these skills with Coricopat and Tantomile, who where the phsycic Siamese twins.
He rolled over with a sigh, wishing that he wasn't so different. He was small, had magical powers, was shy and above all, he had no parents. These things always made him so upset. Just when he thought he was about to cry over these things again, he felt Victoria curl up next to him.
"Why are you sleeping with me?" he asked her, usually she slept with the other girl kittens.
"'Cuz you're my friend. You always sleep alone and I want you not to be lonely," she explained, nuzzling into his side.
"Thanks," he purred, nuzzling her back.
"Besides, we're best friends. And we'll always be. We gotta stick together," she said with a yawn.
"Yeah," he answered with a yawn.
Their conversation stopped for a moment. With her warm body next to him, he began to doze immediately. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Vicky spoke again.
"Misto?"
"Hmm?" he answered in reply.
"Promise you won't ever leave," she begged him with a sound of worry in her voice.
"What?" he asked her opening his eyes.
"Promise me we'll always be together and that you won't ever leave me," she said, fear and worry sparkling in her eyes.
"I won't, never ever," Mistoffelees promised.
"No matter what? Cross you heart?" she asked, anxiety still sparkled in her eyes.
He took a claw and moved it in an x over his heart. She hugged him afterwards and they soon setlled back down and fell asleep.
Mistoffelees shot up from his pillow. He had forgotten that promise, it had been so long ago. It suddenly dawned upon him that he had broken it. He had promised never to leave her, that they would alway be together no matte what happened. He ran his paws over his face and through his headfur.
"Oh, great. What have I done?" he asked himself.
He dashed out of his pipe to find the junkyard empty. There was no possible way he could tell Victoria that he really did love her and could not live without her. She had become a part of his life. He searched the junkyard, but in vain. He sunk his head down in defeat and headed to his humans home, hoping that he would devise a plan to get her back.
There is the next installment. This is so much fun so far! Those who haven't joined should or at least, should next time. So, there is regret on both sides. Will they go back to each other? Who knows? Oh, wait! I do! Anyway, for those of you reading. Hope you all enjoy!