"Misto?" I call softly, spotting the tuxedo tom a few feet away from the Junkyard gate the next morning. His shoulders are shaking, but he doesn't make a sound. He doesn't even seem to notice that I'm here.
I quickly walk over to him, kneeling beside him and ignoring the fact that mud- a mixture of last night's rain and the Junkyard's dirt- is sticking to my knees and paws.
"What's wrong?" I question quietly, raising an eyebrow. "We're back at the Junkyard now, we're accepted, and we're safe… so why are you so upset?"
"I wonder," Mistoffelees snaps suddenly, lifting his head up to glare at me. "Maybe it's because everyone else in our group seems to be pairing up right now and finding their happy endings… except for me. I mean, you and Jemi are finally getting along with the ever-so-charming Protector, Electra's somehow dating Pounce, Cetty's with Tumble… makes a tom feel kinda like a third wheel, y'know?"
I frown, resting a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, it'll get better," I tell him comfortingly (at least, I hope it was comfortingly.)
"How can you say that?" the tuxedo tom cries angrily, shoving me away and standing up as raindrops begin pouring from the sky yet again.
"I can say it because I have hope," I reply firmly, crossing my arms.
"You didn't seem to have much hope when Tanto died," he retorts, and I step back slightly, shocked that he would even try to go there. "Did it ever occur to you that I might have loved your sister? We never told anyone, because we were always afraid of your reaction. And now she's dead, and it's all your fault, Coricopat!" He seems to run out of steam towards the end of the sentence, and his head droops, tears mixing into the pouring rain as they fall from his cheeks, like dew dripping from a tree's leaves.
Dear Bast. I sound overly poetic today, don't I?
Sorry, sorry- ignore my above comment if you're reading this, Misto. It's insensitive. Forgive me, O Great Sparkly One.
Ignore that comment, too.
"Listen, I miss Tanto, too," I tell him softly. "And I would have accepted you guys being together, you should've known that." I decide not to remark on his finishing sentence.
Misto looks up at me, wiping away his tears.
"Well, it's sort of too late now," he states bitterly, before turning and walking away.
I sigh, but don't follow him. It seems like I make up with one cat just before having another one hate me…
~SK~
Once again, this wasn't great. But I was kinda stuck on what to do for the Heartache chapter, and this was all I could think of. -_-
Poor Misto… and Cori…
The next chapters probably won't be as angsty!
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