Misto and Jemima
By: ME!!!
~A/N: ok we're winding down! There's only one more part after this!! And that's the ----- (don't want to give it away now, do we?) ok now um, read. Thankz!~
Jemima stood in her room, facing her father. She had never seen him so angry. He was reading her the riot act.
"Now, the wedding is tomorrow," he said, circling her, "you will marry Tumblebrutus and like it! You hear? I have some other arrangements for little Mistoffelees."
Jemima looked up. "What are you going to do to him?"
"Nothing that concerns you," he said. "I'll just see to it that he DOES NOT appear at this wedding."
"Father, please reconsider -,"
"NO!"
Jemima looked down again.
"And, if, for some reason, I wake up tomorrow and I don't find you here, I will hunt you down. And if you are with Mistoffelees, I'll make sure that he is killed."
"Father!"
"Hush! Now remember that. Go to sleep, you have a big day tomorrow." And with that, he walked out and closed the door.
Jemima stared after him. She always knew that her father loathed Misto, but she never thought that he wanted him DEAD! And the funny thing was, she had actually thought about running off with Misto. There goes that getaway plan. Now onto Plan B. There was no Plan B! Jemima burst into tears. Could life get any worse then it already was? She cursed herself for ever loving Misto. Sweet, smart, shy little Misto who wouldn't hurt a fly.
She walked onto the balcony. The stars had always given her hope. Little lights of encouragement that never let her down. Now it was cloudy, and the stars were hardly shining. Stupid, fickle, inconstant stars, she told herself. Now to her, all they were little balls of gas burning billions of miles - no, astronomical units away. She smiled to herself and remembered that wonderful night when Misto had said that to her. It seems like a gazillion years ago.
"Pssst! Hey! Jemi!" whispered a voice.
Jemima looked down. There was Misto. Jemima's eyes grew wide.
"Misto! What are you doing here! If Father sees you he'll kill you for sure!" this Tom was crazy.
"I know baby, I just wanted to say goodbye!" he climbed up the balcony so he could speak to her face-to-face. This was how they first kissed.
"Goodbye?" this couldn't be true. "Where are you going?"
"I...I dunno," he said, looking down.
"Why are you leaving?"
"Jem, I don't belong here! Your father's right! I am a freak! You deserve better! Ever wonder how I'll be treated after this wedding?"
Jemima was furious. "You're listening to what HE says! Misto! You're not a freak!"
"Yes I am."
"No you're not! Don't listen to him!" Misto was on the verge of tears he looked down. "Hey," said Jemima, taking his face in her hands. "Don't run from your problems! Look, a smart tom once told me that you shouldn't let yourself get bossed around. 'Stick up for yourself', he said. And I did."
"And look where it got you! In trouble! You shouldn't have listened to me!" he said.
"No! I'm glad I did. Misto, I found my courage because of you! I found the guts to speak up! And I have you to thank for it. And now, I'm not afraid of anything. Please, think it over."
"No," he said, "I can't stay."
"But -,"
"Hey, c'mon. Do want me to face your father after he saw me kissing you today? Do you think he wants to face me? I don't belong here."
"But-,"
He kissed her. But she didn't kiss him back.
"Misto, I'm not letting you leave."
"I have to. Maybe we'll see each other again someday. But I promise, I won't EVER love anyone else, besides you."
Tears streaked down her face. "And I won't love anyone else besides YOU." She kissed him quickly. "I'll never forget you, Magical Mr. Mistoffelees," she said as she stroked his hair.
"Goodbye," he whispered. He started to descend. She didn't let go of his paw until she could reach anymore. He blew her a kiss, then turned and walked away into the deep, black night.
~A/N: awwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::Author gets a hold of herself, and remembers the happy ending and continues writing::~
=^..^=
Macavity ~yes, I had to throw ole Mac in here~ was pacing the floors of the warehouse that he called his home talking to his rat henchmen.
"You are under strict orders," he said, "I will get the girl. Then the magic cat will most likely come after her, then I'll have him for good!" Macavity never forgot the last Jellicle Ball when the magic cat brought back Old D. and ruined Macavity's brilliant scheme.
"Right!" said the rats.
"Now, she's getting married today. I will grab her when there's nobody around. Those kitties will never know what hit them!" he made a violent gesture in the air and laughed hysterically and evilly at his plan.
=^..^=
Jemima was walking on the path toward her so-called wedding. She wondered what Tumble was thinking right now. Plus, she couldn't belive that Misto was leaving! She heard a rustle in the leaves and stopped. Something didn't feel right. She felt like someone was following her. She turned. Nothing. She kept moving forward. Rustling again. She stopped. The rustling stopped. She quickly advanced to a slight jog, then a run. Whoever was following her was running too, then without warning, she heard an all too familiar laugh, a quick flash of ginger fur, then everything went black.
Macavity ran, carrying Jemima on his back, pleased with himself. Oh, he couldn't wait until she woke up.
Misto was walking on the same sidewalk, heading towards Macavity when he saw him running towards him, but he didn't see Jemima on his back. Misto quickly hid in a cardboard box and watched Macavity run by with Jemima on his back. Phew! That was almost too close.
Wait a second...
JEMIMA! ***Ahhhh! ~:- O***
Misto was ready to go after Macavity, but he was already too far ahead. He would never catch up with him. There was only one thing to do...
=^..^=
Munkustrap was pacing the floors at the alter. So were Old D, Tumble (who looked "happy") and everyone else.
"Munkustrap, where is your daughter? She should have been here ten minutes ago!" said Old D.
"Hmm, I don't know sir." Munku was getting mad. If Jemima didn't show up in about three seconds...
They heard someone running toward the wedding set up. Thinking it was Jemima, Munku turned. But instead, was Misto.
"You! What are you doing here? GET OUT!" he exclaimed.
"Munkustrap, sir, its Jemima! Macavity's got her!"
The tribe gasped.
"Macavity! Where?" asked Demeter, "come on, I have to do my little 'Macavity' thing!"
"Demi, we don't need that now," said Bombalurina. "Save that for the Ball."
Munku turned to Misto. "Why should I belive you? How am I supposed to know if this isn't a lie?"
"Why would I make up something like this?" asked Misto. "Munkustrap, I SAW Macavity running off with your daughter. It's true! You have to belive me!"
"I don't!"
"Well where else could she be?" asked Misto, speaking loudly. He'd never spoken this loud in his life. "She's obviously not here is she?"
"You know what? The little runt's right!" said Tugger.
"Tuggy dear," said Bombalurina, "shut up."
"I'm just saying baby -,"
"He can't be right!" said Munkustrap.
"No! Wait! Please," said Tugger, running a hand through his hair and walking to the alter. "Listen aight? I think Misty here is right." Misto rolled his eyes at that nickname. "I mean, where else should she be? Now I say, we gather up a little team thang, and go and kick Cavity-Mouth right in the tail! Whoa!" he said, snapping his fingers in a Fonzie-Johnny Bravo-like way. Etcetera fainted.
"I think not," said Munkustrap.
"Hey just hear me out, okay? This little dude's smarter than the average cat and he knows what he's doin'. Right?"
"Yeah!" said Misto.
"So, which one of you's ain't chicken to go wit' me and Misto and kick Mac's fuzzy, skinny little a-," a look from Bomby shut him up.
"Me!" said a voice. It was Tumble.
"Okay, we got one fighter. Who else?"
"I'll go!" said Vicki.
"Vicky!" said Jennyanydots, "you can't go!"
"Jem's my friend mother, I have to help."
"Okay..."
"Aight coo. Anyone else?" said Tugger.
"Demi and I are going'" said Bomby.
"I seenk I'll go and fight!" said the French voice of Alonzo. "Joost as long as I have my Babette wis me to fight for!"
"Okay..." said Tugger. "Um, anyone else?"
"We'll go!" said Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. "You mioght need some acrobats!"
"Okay! Um, that just leaves...Munku-Man! Are you going to go and fight for your daughter?" asked Tugger.
"I still don't think -,"
"Just come on!" said Tugger. He pulled Munkustrap up with him. And the makeshift army walked off to find Macavity. And Jemima.
~R/R peas. Thankz. Chapter 7 is soon!~
By: ME!!!
~A/N: ok we're winding down! There's only one more part after this!! And that's the ----- (don't want to give it away now, do we?) ok now um, read. Thankz!~
Jemima stood in her room, facing her father. She had never seen him so angry. He was reading her the riot act.
"Now, the wedding is tomorrow," he said, circling her, "you will marry Tumblebrutus and like it! You hear? I have some other arrangements for little Mistoffelees."
Jemima looked up. "What are you going to do to him?"
"Nothing that concerns you," he said. "I'll just see to it that he DOES NOT appear at this wedding."
"Father, please reconsider -,"
"NO!"
Jemima looked down again.
"And, if, for some reason, I wake up tomorrow and I don't find you here, I will hunt you down. And if you are with Mistoffelees, I'll make sure that he is killed."
"Father!"
"Hush! Now remember that. Go to sleep, you have a big day tomorrow." And with that, he walked out and closed the door.
Jemima stared after him. She always knew that her father loathed Misto, but she never thought that he wanted him DEAD! And the funny thing was, she had actually thought about running off with Misto. There goes that getaway plan. Now onto Plan B. There was no Plan B! Jemima burst into tears. Could life get any worse then it already was? She cursed herself for ever loving Misto. Sweet, smart, shy little Misto who wouldn't hurt a fly.
She walked onto the balcony. The stars had always given her hope. Little lights of encouragement that never let her down. Now it was cloudy, and the stars were hardly shining. Stupid, fickle, inconstant stars, she told herself. Now to her, all they were little balls of gas burning billions of miles - no, astronomical units away. She smiled to herself and remembered that wonderful night when Misto had said that to her. It seems like a gazillion years ago.
"Pssst! Hey! Jemi!" whispered a voice.
Jemima looked down. There was Misto. Jemima's eyes grew wide.
"Misto! What are you doing here! If Father sees you he'll kill you for sure!" this Tom was crazy.
"I know baby, I just wanted to say goodbye!" he climbed up the balcony so he could speak to her face-to-face. This was how they first kissed.
"Goodbye?" this couldn't be true. "Where are you going?"
"I...I dunno," he said, looking down.
"Why are you leaving?"
"Jem, I don't belong here! Your father's right! I am a freak! You deserve better! Ever wonder how I'll be treated after this wedding?"
Jemima was furious. "You're listening to what HE says! Misto! You're not a freak!"
"Yes I am."
"No you're not! Don't listen to him!" Misto was on the verge of tears he looked down. "Hey," said Jemima, taking his face in her hands. "Don't run from your problems! Look, a smart tom once told me that you shouldn't let yourself get bossed around. 'Stick up for yourself', he said. And I did."
"And look where it got you! In trouble! You shouldn't have listened to me!" he said.
"No! I'm glad I did. Misto, I found my courage because of you! I found the guts to speak up! And I have you to thank for it. And now, I'm not afraid of anything. Please, think it over."
"No," he said, "I can't stay."
"But -,"
"Hey, c'mon. Do want me to face your father after he saw me kissing you today? Do you think he wants to face me? I don't belong here."
"But-,"
He kissed her. But she didn't kiss him back.
"Misto, I'm not letting you leave."
"I have to. Maybe we'll see each other again someday. But I promise, I won't EVER love anyone else, besides you."
Tears streaked down her face. "And I won't love anyone else besides YOU." She kissed him quickly. "I'll never forget you, Magical Mr. Mistoffelees," she said as she stroked his hair.
"Goodbye," he whispered. He started to descend. She didn't let go of his paw until she could reach anymore. He blew her a kiss, then turned and walked away into the deep, black night.
~A/N: awwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::Author gets a hold of herself, and remembers the happy ending and continues writing::~
=^..^=
Macavity ~yes, I had to throw ole Mac in here~ was pacing the floors of the warehouse that he called his home talking to his rat henchmen.
"You are under strict orders," he said, "I will get the girl. Then the magic cat will most likely come after her, then I'll have him for good!" Macavity never forgot the last Jellicle Ball when the magic cat brought back Old D. and ruined Macavity's brilliant scheme.
"Right!" said the rats.
"Now, she's getting married today. I will grab her when there's nobody around. Those kitties will never know what hit them!" he made a violent gesture in the air and laughed hysterically and evilly at his plan.
=^..^=
Jemima was walking on the path toward her so-called wedding. She wondered what Tumble was thinking right now. Plus, she couldn't belive that Misto was leaving! She heard a rustle in the leaves and stopped. Something didn't feel right. She felt like someone was following her. She turned. Nothing. She kept moving forward. Rustling again. She stopped. The rustling stopped. She quickly advanced to a slight jog, then a run. Whoever was following her was running too, then without warning, she heard an all too familiar laugh, a quick flash of ginger fur, then everything went black.
Macavity ran, carrying Jemima on his back, pleased with himself. Oh, he couldn't wait until she woke up.
Misto was walking on the same sidewalk, heading towards Macavity when he saw him running towards him, but he didn't see Jemima on his back. Misto quickly hid in a cardboard box and watched Macavity run by with Jemima on his back. Phew! That was almost too close.
Wait a second...
JEMIMA! ***Ahhhh! ~:- O***
Misto was ready to go after Macavity, but he was already too far ahead. He would never catch up with him. There was only one thing to do...
=^..^=
Munkustrap was pacing the floors at the alter. So were Old D, Tumble (who looked "happy") and everyone else.
"Munkustrap, where is your daughter? She should have been here ten minutes ago!" said Old D.
"Hmm, I don't know sir." Munku was getting mad. If Jemima didn't show up in about three seconds...
They heard someone running toward the wedding set up. Thinking it was Jemima, Munku turned. But instead, was Misto.
"You! What are you doing here? GET OUT!" he exclaimed.
"Munkustrap, sir, its Jemima! Macavity's got her!"
The tribe gasped.
"Macavity! Where?" asked Demeter, "come on, I have to do my little 'Macavity' thing!"
"Demi, we don't need that now," said Bombalurina. "Save that for the Ball."
Munku turned to Misto. "Why should I belive you? How am I supposed to know if this isn't a lie?"
"Why would I make up something like this?" asked Misto. "Munkustrap, I SAW Macavity running off with your daughter. It's true! You have to belive me!"
"I don't!"
"Well where else could she be?" asked Misto, speaking loudly. He'd never spoken this loud in his life. "She's obviously not here is she?"
"You know what? The little runt's right!" said Tugger.
"Tuggy dear," said Bombalurina, "shut up."
"I'm just saying baby -,"
"He can't be right!" said Munkustrap.
"No! Wait! Please," said Tugger, running a hand through his hair and walking to the alter. "Listen aight? I think Misty here is right." Misto rolled his eyes at that nickname. "I mean, where else should she be? Now I say, we gather up a little team thang, and go and kick Cavity-Mouth right in the tail! Whoa!" he said, snapping his fingers in a Fonzie-Johnny Bravo-like way. Etcetera fainted.
"I think not," said Munkustrap.
"Hey just hear me out, okay? This little dude's smarter than the average cat and he knows what he's doin'. Right?"
"Yeah!" said Misto.
"So, which one of you's ain't chicken to go wit' me and Misto and kick Mac's fuzzy, skinny little a-," a look from Bomby shut him up.
"Me!" said a voice. It was Tumble.
"Okay, we got one fighter. Who else?"
"I'll go!" said Vicki.
"Vicky!" said Jennyanydots, "you can't go!"
"Jem's my friend mother, I have to help."
"Okay..."
"Aight coo. Anyone else?" said Tugger.
"Demi and I are going'" said Bomby.
"I seenk I'll go and fight!" said the French voice of Alonzo. "Joost as long as I have my Babette wis me to fight for!"
"Okay..." said Tugger. "Um, anyone else?"
"We'll go!" said Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. "You mioght need some acrobats!"
"Okay! Um, that just leaves...Munku-Man! Are you going to go and fight for your daughter?" asked Tugger.
"I still don't think -,"
"Just come on!" said Tugger. He pulled Munkustrap up with him. And the makeshift army walked off to find Macavity. And Jemima.
~R/R peas. Thankz. Chapter 7 is soon!~
