My famous cliffhangers strikes again!!

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That sounded wrong for some reason.

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"As in, if you have a feeling your going to bite Manny after having a dream about biting Manny…Your probably going to bite Manny."

Frida sat up and looked at him. Her eyes were wide and she looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"Now you see why you have to tell him."

Frida looked down at her knees, which she still had pulled up to her chest. "But…Rida…"

"Screw what Rida said!" Django interrupted. "I already told you, you don't have to listen to her!"

"Why do you want me to tell Manny so bad?"

He rubbed her shoulder with his thumb. "Don't you think it would be better for him if he knew? Here, let me give you an example. Let's switch you two, let's say your La Tigressa and he's El Gatito. If he knew he was going to bite you, wouldn't you want him to tell you? I know I would."

"You're dead."

"Whatever, you see my point?" He pulled her closer and she leaned her head on his shoulder again. "Look, why did you get mad at him earlier?"

Her previous anger bubbled up again. "He asked me if I was okay and I told him, plain and simply that I was fine. Then he gets all 'I know you're not so stop telling me you are' and just…"

"Frida, he's just worried about you."

"Well, you and I both told him not to."

Django chuckled. "You can tell him not to worry all day long, but he's still going to… Frida, he loves you."

Frida looked over the water. "I know he does."

"So why won't you tell him?"

"Because I don't want to!" Her voice was filled with a sudden and unexpected sharpness. She sat up from leaning on him. "An I'm not going to. Just drop it, Django."

"Well, you should."

"I said drop it!" She shrugged his arm off.

"How many times do I have to tell you, it doesn't matter what Rida-"

"Just leave Rida out of this!" she yelled.

"Well, I bet you a million bucks that if Rida hadn't told you not to tell him, you would've already told him by now."

Frida thought for a minute. That was true. She would have already told Manny if Rida hadn't told her not to, but she was not going to lose this fight. "So what? What do you want me to tell him anyway? That I died, or that I know I'm going to bite him?"

"Both!" Django said. "You need to tell him what's going on."

"What's it matter to you, anyway?"

Her question sort of took him by surprise. "I'm just trying to help."

"You mean you're in love with me."

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Manny lay on his bed, thinking about Frida and hoping that Django talking to her would do more good than harm. Now that he thought about it, they had been gone an awfully long time. He assumed it wouldn't take that long, considering Django's knowledge of La Gatita. What was keeping them?

He pulled himself up, deciding he would go check on them. He wouldn't let himself be seen, assuming that Frida was still mad at him. He wouldn't spy, he would just… check on them. Make sure Frida hadn't killed him yet…sort of.

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Django blushed. Had it been anyone else, he would've denied it, but he knew better than to try and lie to a Gatita. "That too." He blushed harder and looked down, suddenly finding his lap fascinating. "You sure know how to put a guy on the spot."

"Yeah, I'm really good at that." Frida was obviously not feeling the least bit awkward.

"Anyway," Django said, desperate to get off this topic. "I still think you should tell him."

"So what if I don't?" There was a lot of sass in her voice.

"Well, if you don't…" He paused before saying, "I will."

Her head snapped around to glare at him. "I swear to God, Django-"

"You might take orders from Rida, but I don't."

"Take orders fr…? I'm not taking orders from anyone!" Her voice was starting to get loud again.

"Yes, you are. The only reason you're not telling him is because Rida told you not to!"

"So what? She's my other half! So, Duh, I'm going to trust her when she says-"

"Frida, she was banished for the first one hundred years of her death!" Django yelled.

Frida froze. "What the hell does that mean?"

Django slapped his hand over his mouth. "Oh my God, I wasn't suppose to tell you that."

She perked up with curiosity. "What does that mean?!" She said again.

Django sighed. "Well, I already told you, so… It means that for the first one hundred years after she died, she was sentenced to exile. She was totally alone. She wasn't allowed to be reunited with her family or anyone else until she learned to control herself. One hundred alone will do that to you. That's why she's so calm and level headed." He stopped and let it all sink in.

Frida stared at him. She wasn't sure she had understood it all. "So…what does that have to do with me telling Manny?"

Django sighed loudly. "Frida, I hate to be so blunt, but… Rida's insane! She's just plain screwed up! She might be really good at hiding it, but she's messed up in the head! Look, she's my friend, and I love her like a sister, but-"

"How dare you."

Django looked at her. She had said it so quietly that he wasn't sure if he heard her right. "Sorry?"

"How dare you say something like that about her!" Frida's face was plastered in pure anger. "I can't believe you would actually say that!"

"Frida, honey, I'm pretty sure I know Rida a smigde better than you do. The truth hurts."

Bad choice of words.

"Excuse me?!" Django saw her anger surfacing.

"Kitten, take it easy."

"Take it easy?! You hound me about telling Manny something I don't want to tell him, and then you call my soul sister 'messed up in the head'…you're really starting to piss me off, buddy."

Django held up his hands defensively. "Okay, okay, just calm down, Frida. Niiice kitty."

"Don't you 'nice kitty' m-!" Django placed his finger on her lips and held her face in his other hand.

"Frida, listen to me. I can tell by looking at you that if you don't calm down right now, you will go into the Cat State!" There was urgency in his voice. She thought about his words. He was right…again. She could feel her angry start to get out of hand. The last thing she wanted to do right now was be in the Cat State. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just…" But a thought came to her. Why was she apologizing? He was the one who was trying to pressure her into doing something she didn't want to do. He was the one who had just talked trash about her ancestor, and now he was just going to tell her to 'calm down'? What the hell?! She bent her head down, letting her bangs shield her eyes from his view. A low growl escaped her lips.

Django's eyes widened at the sound. "F-Frida?"

She looked up at him, her eyes cat-like.

Oh, she'd show him a 'nice kitty' all right.

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No, I haven't forgotten about Manny. He just hasn't got there yet.

I'd still like to know what suggestions for the story you guys have. I might not use them, but I'd like to hear them.