Hello again! Thank you for the reviews! It made me so happy!
Thanks to GCBillysgal, I might have to ask for some help, since I forgot to say that I am taking Spanish lessons, and I am not very good. But I'll try to get better!
And I am still thinking of a title, and all suggestions are welcome. Thank you Dracori for the idea of the title, I'll keep it in mind.
Last but not least, thank you so much to ladyisme, SHE REVIEWED FIRST!!!
Disclaimer is the same, don't own it, blah blah blah.
The sunlight streamed in through the window, the first sign that morning had come. Puss in Boots blearily opened his eyes and blinked in the light, wondering why he felt so awful. Then last night came back to him and he groaned. He had hoped it was a bad dream, but the vomit on the bedspread proved otherwise. Remembering the stomach pain, he gingerly climbed out of the basket and stretched slowly. As he pulled on his boots and strapped on his sword, he noticed that it was quite early and wondered if anyone else was awake. Probably not, judging from the snores coming down the hall.
Taking a wet washcloth one of the maids had brought in the night before, he cleaned up the mess and gave himself a quick wash. Jumping down from the bed, he studied his hat for a moment and left it on the chair. No need to wear it right now. Puss slowly opened the door and peered out into the hall, ears upright and straining for any sound that indicated that someone else was up. Satisfied that no one would sneak up on him, he padded down the hall and headed towards the armory. That was the only place where he could practice his sword skills without accidentally skewering someone.
In no time he was at the door and inside. The feline smiled to himself. No one had seen him come, and he now had the opportunity to think over what he should do about the unexpected stomach pains. Should he tell someone? He drew his sword, jabbing the air and running through some simple but effective moves. No, he shouldn't bother. After all, it was just a stomachache. The imaginary enemies surrounded him; Puss jumped up high and flipped forward, striking behind him. Yes, he would keep quiet about it. No point in alerting someone about a little pain. He could handle it. Puss practiced a little more, then stopped when the smells of the kitchen reached his nose.
"Breakfast..." He muttered, sheathing his sword and opening the door. A maid rushed by, nearly stepping on his foot. Reeling back, he shut the door and blinked. Maybe he would wait a moment for them to go by and then head to the dining room. Fingering the doorknob, his emerald orbs gazed around at all the weapons, then widened as he caught a glimpse of himself.
He looked like something the cat dragged in; ((Pardon the pun, couldn't help it.)) his fur was dull and didn't hold that healthy shine it used to have, and his eyes were red around the edges. Stepping closer to the mirror, he raised a paw to his forehead and felt the heat rising from it. Surely his simple practice wasn't that strenuous. Shrugging, he quickly did everything he could to look better and walked out into the hall, where he was immediately bowled over by Donkey.
"Hey, Puss, have you seen Eddie? I can't find him anywhere!" Donkey exclaimed as Puss got to his feet.
"Ah, no. Sorry. Maybe he's in the dining room for breakfast with Shrek and Fiona." The feline said, wondering what would happen if a dragon donkey hybrid got loose in the castle. It was too strange a thought and he quickly focused on making it to breakfast without too much trouble. He was starting to get a headache. Donkey ran ahead to continue looking for his child, leaving Puss alone in the hall.
Rubbing his eyes, he sighed and watched Donkey go before walking after him, alert for a flying mutant dragonkey. His stomach rumbled, and the familiar pain started up again, making him stop dead in his tracks. "Not again...." Puss moaned, clutching his stomach and fighting back the urge to cough up whatever was left in his stomach. The pain was overwhelming, and he found himself yowling before the pain subsided. His vision was cloudy, black spots appeared in front of him, and he fell forward, giving into the darkness surrounding him.
Somewhere close to Far Far Away, a man watched Puss with anger as the swordsman collapsed. With a wave of a gloved hand, a servant was summoned and given orders to return to the castle and fix what was done wrong. With a bow the servant left to do its master's bidding, knowing that if it failed again the consequences would be worse than death.
"I will not let him do this again..." The master growled, his eyes narrowing as he continued to watch through the crystal ball, waiting for revenge.
Sorry, but this is all I can do tonight, there is a test tomorrow in Science and I must study. Please review, and like I said before I am open to title ideas! I might not have time to update tomorrow, but I will try. Evil homework..... may it perish in the fires of my hatred! MWAHAGA!!!!!