A/N: Chapter two!
Fifi was still in shock.
She could hear Furball tinkering under the hood of her car, his blue tail flickering back and forth, the trademark bandages still there.
She wanted to say something, anything but she couldn't. Ironically, the cat had her tounge. She just could not believe that out of all people to come to her rescue, it was Furball. Saving her was not the hard part of believing, it was the fact that this was the first time she had seen him in years.
The last time she saw him was a few days before graduation day. Nothing special, just during History class. But on graduation, she remembers all of the toons standing outside with their parents, all beaming proudly. All except Furball. Everyone knew that the cat had no parents and lived on the streets. He was also a bit of a loner too. Fifi rarely saw him with anyone from class except Calamity every now and then. She figured it was because of their inability or refusal to speak. There were times when Fifi herself would sit with him at lunch just so he wouldn't be alone so much. They never really spoke to each other, Furball obviously, but she could tell that he appreciated the thoughtfulness. Occasionally, he would look over to her and give her a small smile of graditude.
Fifi remembers looking for him on that day.
Fifi's eyes surfed the crowd. She saw almost everyone. Plucky, Shirley, Dizzy, Lil Beeper, but no Furball. She wanted to apologize to him about the incidents where she thought he was a skunk and chased him for days on end. She also wanted to make sure that he knew at least one person in this school knew he exsisted. But the alley cat was no where to be found.
Fifi ran into the Loonaversity and looked for Sylvester's classroom. Furball was his top student, surely he would know where he was.
She knocked on his door and opened it, finding Sylvester erasing whatever history of their time at school was left on the chalk board.
"Pardon a moi Monsieur Sylvester, but may I speak with you?" She asked.
Sylvester turned around and smiled at her. Putting down the eraser, he sat down at his desk. "Certainly, Fifi." He said.
"I was just wondering if you had seen Furball. I can't find him anywhere." She told him, approaching the desk. Sylvester's smile slowly faded. Sighing he looked down at his feet, then back at her. "He's not here Fifi."
"What? But...it's graduation day. He did pass his courses didn't he?" She asked a little confused.
"He did indeed and with flying colors. In fact, he was a straight A student." Sylvester told her. Now Fifi was completely bewildered.
"So...why isn't he here?" She asked, hoping that Sylvester would have a definite answer.
Leaning his arms on the desk, Sylvester gave her a tired look, "Because we can't find him." He said sotfly.
"What?"
"He's been missing for the last few days actually. Not one person knows where he is."
Fifi felt a cold sweat grip her body. She wasn't exactly friends with Furball but the thought of something bad happening to someone she knew made her feel nauseous.
"What about his alley? What about Elmyra's place?" She asked quickly, trying to get an answer from the Looney Tune.
"We've looked there. I spent the last three nights looking for him myself. We called the police but they've come up with nothing. He just disappeared." Sylvester said sadly.
Fifi felt a sadness overcome her and excused herself from the room.
She felt tears on the brim of falling as she walked straight into Buster, Babs, Plucky and Shirley. She explained what happened feeling a terrible darkness cloud her. The gang on the other hand were not as miserable. They had never really seen or talked to Furball much during their time at school. Plucky even had trouble putting a face to the name. But they comforted Fifi as best they could assuring her he probably just left for whatever plans he had after school.
Fifi wasn't so sure but felt better with her friends around. Furball lingered in her mind for a few days after, she even spent one night looking for him but to no avail. Eventually life went on as she met new friends and started a career. Furball then disolved from her thoughts as new ones replaced it.
But now here she was. Looking at him trying to fix her car. The sound of her hood slamming brought her attention forward. Furball gave her a thumbs to signal it was ready to go.
Just like always, the cat never said a word. As far as she knew, he was the same age as her and still didn't talk. Fifi slowly approached him and said, "Thank you so much Furball. I hate to think what those guys would have done with me if you hadn't arrived."
Furball gave her a smile and nodded his head as if saying your welcome. He turned around to leave but Fifi grabbed his arm.
"Please Furball...let me do something for you. How bout I buy you something to eat? It's the least I could do." She asked.
Furball shook his head no and gave her a smile of thanks. But Fifi wouldn't let go, in fact she gripped to him tighter.
"Please Furball. I need to do this for you. Let me do this for you." She pleaded. Furball looked into her eyes and saw that she was desperate to do this. Sighing, he nodded, once again smiling.
Fifi felt relieved that he accepted and ushered him into the car. They drove down the streets until they came to a small outside restuarant.
They went to sit down at a table and Furball pulled the chair out for her. Fifi felt rather flattered as she sat down and he took his seat opposite to her. They waited for their watier and sat in silience. Questions were flying through her head but the last thing she wanted to do was make him feel uncomfortable.
"Furball," She started, making him look into her eyes, "How did you fix my car?"
Furball reached into his back pocket, taking out his wallet. He gave her a card that read, "Donny's Auto Shop".
"You work in car repairs?" She asked interested. He nodded as he put his wallet away.
"That's great. Really great Furball." She told him with all honesty. It was good to see him working after knowing him to be homeless for so many years.
Furball smiled and pointed to her tail, making a gesture with his nose. Fifi figured he was asking why didn't she give off a smell anymore.
"Oh that. I finally managed to get it under control when I was about sixteen. Would of came in handy tonight but I wasn't really thinking..." She trailed off on those last words, feeling her throat close up as the past events were relighted in her brain.
She felt his hand grasp her own and saw Furball giving her a reassuring look. Fifi couldn't help but smile and squeeze his hand back.
Furball took off his coat and put it behind him just as the waiter asked for their orders. The blue cat pointed to the things he would like to the waiter, was puzzled that he didn't speak but followed what the cat was pointing to.
Fifi took the time that Furball was ordering, to give him a look over. He still had that chunk of flesh missing from his pointy ear. But despite that, he was very handsome. And he certainly was not that scrawny cat she once knew. She could tell by the way he filled out that shirt, he sported a very athletic body. A small smirk played on her lips as she thought of muscle definition he must have.
"Miss?" A voice said, snapping her out of her fantasizing. She looked up to see both Furball and the waiter looking at her.
Fifi blushed and ordered a small salad. The waiter took their menu's and procceded back to the kitchen. Fifi felt her face still hot from embarassment. She scolded herself for thinking of Furball like that when she has someone at home.
Just then, her cell rang. She apologized to Furball and answered, "Hello?"
"Where are you babe?" Came Danny's voice on the other end.
"Hey sweetie. I'm just having something to eat with a friend." She didn't want to upset him by telling him about the incident. Danny was quite...hostile to other men around her and if he found out about what those wolves tried, he would go nuts.
"Well, hurry up. I'm feelin lonely and I need some relief." He said rather forcefully.
"Danny, I said I'm with a friend right now." Fifi told him a little steamed he would talk to her like that.
"Ya and I said hurry up. You know I don't like to repeat myself. So I'll see you in ten minutes." Danny ordered with some anger in his voice. He hung up after that.
Fifi shook her head and closed her cell in frustration. Furball looked at her with concern. She smiled at him to let him know that everything was fine.
They ate their meals mostly in silience after that. For some odd reason, Fifi felt nervous around him. But not an uneasy nervousness, more of a funny nervous.
They finished their meals and Fifi payed for it. Furball didn't want her to but she insisted.
He walked her to her car and waved her goodbye. But Fifi stopped him again. "Wait, where do you live?" She asked.
He pointed to an apartment building just down the block. Fifi wrung her hands together and asked, "Would...would it be alright if I visited you some time?"
Furball seemed suprised by her question but gave her a smile and nodded. With that, he walked down the street on his way home. Fifi had so many questions left. The biggest about his disapperance. But she thought that mabye it would be better if she waited for another time. That and she should get home before Danny gets anymore aggrivated.
End of Chapter 2
A/N: THAT'S why she didn't spray them. I had that planned out from the beginning. Don't know how much sense it makes but whatever works right? Thanks to all those who reviewed and will review. Chapter three on it's way.