This chapter is slightly dramatic, but I tried to save some of that for the later chapters when Kitten KNOOWWWS something's going on. when Gypsie stats to really mess with her.

Kitten had been stressed for the past few days. She needed resting time. And for once, this didn't mean going to the PatF world. But, she had to. Lynn was very uneasy and she hated leaving Dr. Facilier, so Kitten had to go and keep her calm. After school that day, she headed to New Orleans to check on Lynn and to make sure she didn't forget to make Vena that shirt. When she arrived, she sniffed the air, feeling nice as usual. She quickly headed for the emporium to pick up Lynn, then head off for the material shop.

Kitten walked into the living room and dropped her bag on the floor. She looked around; quiet. She saw an unfamiliar jacket laying on the coffee table. That's weird. Since when has Facile been interested in pink? Then, she heard something fall. She figured whoever it was would be too busy to check on her. She reached into the right pocket of the jacket and pulled out a wallet. It flew open and out dropped some money, an ID and several business cards. Kitten picked up her ID.

"'Gypsie Alexandra Fiora…'" she read aloud, "'39 years old…' Is that written?" She pointed to a spot and scratched it.

"HEY!!!" she heard someone scream. Kitten whirled around, thinking it was Dr. Facilier. Worse; it was Gypsie. "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING!?"

"I-I…was…just--" Gypsie grabbed her arm harshly, causing her to drop the ID card.

"If you get into my stuff again, I SWEAR, I'LL…!!" Kitten winced, but she stopped. Gypsie glanced behind her and pulled Kitten to her feet, brushing her off, just as Facilier walked in. "Oh, hey, Faci Baby." Kitten gave a weird face. "Faci Baby"? Where'd that come from? "I was just telling Kitten here how I'd be happy to baby-sit her sometime if you like."

"Let me go!" Kitten said, pulling away from her. She dashed away from Gypsie and hid behind Facilier.

"Aww, what's wrong, Kitten dear?" Gypsie asked. There it went again; "Kitten dear" was her name when she was playing innocent. Kitten wanted to scream,

"YOU!" But, instead she said, "N-Nothing…I uh…had a bad beignet." When the two glared at her for saying that about Tiana's cooking, she added, "OUT. I-I thought it was fresh…but, it wasn't…"

"Well, I best be on my way." She put her card and money back up and put on her jacket. As Gypsie walked by, she blew an air kiss at Facilier and walked out the door. Kitten's mouth dropped open. Facilier laughed slightly, like you did when you liked someone.

"Ain't she the cutest thing?" he commented.

"What was she doing here?" Kitten demanded.

"She came to return my jacket."

"Well, does she have any reasons to be here again?"

"Well…not exactly."

"Good." Kitten walked away. She headed down the hallway to her room and found Lynn, curled up like a cat on her bed, snoring. "Lynn, time to go!" Lynn woke up instantly and flew over to her. "Ready to go the store?" Lynn clapped her hands, gleefully. "Cool. Let's get on it." Lynn followed her out the door as she walked down the hallway, staring at tons of pictures Vena had up. How she had managed to get a picture of herself, pulling on Facilier's hair while he screamed at her, was beyond her. Maybe Lynn took the picture…and put it all over the internet. Kitten chuckled as she made it to the living room. She stopped to sit down for a moment.

"FACILE, I'M GOING TO THE STORE! LYNN'S COMING WITH ME!" she called.

"OK!" came his muffled reply from the kitchen. She smiled and reached for her bag. Then, her smile disappeared as she glanced at the coffee table.

And realized her bag was gone.

"FACILIER!" Kitten screamed at the top of her lungs.

"WHAT?!" she heard him scream back.

"MY BAG! MY BAG IS GONE! SOMEONE STOLE IT! IT WAS…" She felt something slam into the back of her head.

"QUIT SCREAMING!" Facilier yelled, ducking back into the kitchen. Kitten picked up her bag. It was unharmed; nothing missing. Kitten plopped onto the couch.

"Lynn…? Do you think I'm being paranoid?" Lynn shook her head no. When Kitten smirked at her, she shrugged. "I could've sworn Gypsie's eyes looked like slits when she yelled at me…and that babysitting thing; where'd she get that?" Lynn shrugged again and Kitten got up.

"Well! Let's go." As Kitten and Lynn made their way to the material shop she'd hid in when she'd first met Louis, a few cars went by. Kitten ran through the double doors as a bell rang to signal a new customer was here. Lynn followed her in and tried to keep up with her unpredictable shadow. Eventually, she just clung to it for dear life and tried to look normal. Kitten could feel her on her back.

"Lynn," she whispered, "I can't breathe!" She picked out a nice sparkly blue material and felt it. "Hm…not very comfortable. I'll add some white felt under it for comfort." Lynn nodded her agreement and chirped. "Ok, then! Go get some dark blue thread." Lynn chirped again and headed for the thread stand. She picked up some dark blue thread and flew back to Kitten as someone stared at her the whole time.

"I'd like this stuff, please." Kitten said, "About a yard." The cashier smiled and took the material to be cut. Kitten stood and waited. She heard the bell ring again and watched a young couple walk in. She smiled as she heard the bell go off again. She didn't see who walked in; she hadn't been watching. She turned to the door, but then to the cashier's spot. Again, she heard the bell, but didn't she the person. She stood their for a moment.

"Hey, Lynn, are you still…?" Suddenly, she heard Lynn; screaming; screaming her head off. No, not screaming; hissing, but it sounded so loud. Kitten's eyes slowly shrank as she grabbed her pet shadow and hurled her off of her as she felt her claws ripping into her for dear life. "LYNN!! GET OFF! STOP!!!" Lynn wouldn't let go. So, Kitten pulled out her flashlight. She flashed it in Lynn's face and her eyes shrank. She screeched and flew off of her. Kitten stood there, panting. After she turned off her flashlight, it fell out of her hands. In front of her stood a tall red-haired girl, obviously in shock by Lynn's tantrum.

"Y-Y-You-You…a-a-a…" Kitten stuttered. Gypsie picked up her flashlight held it close.

"Gosh, Kitten…" she said, "Are you ok?"

"…N-N-No…!!" Kitten panted. She inched away from her towards Lynn, who was hiding in the corner, in the shadows, hissing at everyone who walked by. She automatically darted outside. Kitten froze; she was alone in here. With her; who was obviously hiding something.

"Kitten…" Gypsie said. Kitten tried so hard to keep cool.

"I-I…uh…sorry…Lynn freaked me out…" Kitten stammered. "Uh…hey!" She suddenly remembered back at the emporium. "Why…on EARTH…!" Kitten suddenly stopped before her anger came out, "Sorry. Why did you yell at me when I dropped the money out of your wallet? And when I bumped into you in Tiana's restaurant?"

"Oh, I uh… am really sorry about that. I was having a rough day at the restaurant. My ex-boyfriend wouldn't stop texting me. And you know, my purse contains personal stuff and I thought…" She trailed off.

"No, I wouldn't steal your stuff." Kitten assured her, "But, you stopped! You stopped yelling at me and told Facile you wanted to baby-sit me!"

"Did I?"

"Yes!"

"…Are you sure I did that? Because, I don't recall…"

"You did!"

"Well…" She leaned down and put her hand on Kitten's shoulder, lowering her voice. "I don't tell a lot of people this. I have a case of memory loss. It's really strange and it makes me forget random stuff. So, at the time, my mind might have tricked me into thinking I was talking about that. I hope it doesn't happen again."

"Well…so do I…" Kitten said.

"So…you're not mad at me?" She looked innocent. Kitten sighed.

"No…I guess…" she said. Gypsie lit up.

"Good!" she squeaked, standing up. Kitten gave her a weird look as she walked outside. She found Lynn, hiding under the table, where it was dark. She was still shocked, obviously; she was scraping the ground with her claws.

"Lynn…?" she said. Lynn jerked away and hissed. "Lynn, come here." Lynn had to take a moment to remember that Kitten wasn't Gypsie; but, now she smelled like her. Lynn screeched and flew off as fast as she could. Kitten dropped onto her knees and screamed; she wasn't sure why, but she did.

Later that evening, Kitten had walked home, with her hat over her face so no one could see her eyes. She had a blue beret that she kept with her if she felt like wearing it sometimes. She walked down the street, carrying the materiel and feeling bad for Lynn. When she made it back to the emporium, she plopped onto the couch.

"UUUUUUUHHHHHHHH…" she sighed, hard. Vena hopped onto the couch arm and looked at her. Her hat pulled way over her face.

"Umm…Kitten? You ok?" she asked.

"Never better." Kitten choked out, "I'll make the shirt tomorrow, okay?"

"Ok." Vena hopped off the couch. She walked into Facilier's room; the door creaked open. She heard him snoring, in his bed. His shadow was laying on the side with its hat over it eyes. Vena crawled up onto the bed and up to his face. She leaned over and waved in his eyes. "Hello? Wake up. I have something to say to you…" When he didn't respond, she pulled open one of his eyelids and looked at him.

"Hi. It's me. Wake up!" She let go of his eyelid and sat next to him, as if thinking. "Hmm…" Then, she smiled and sighed. "Waffles, waffles…" she sang, "on my plate, eat them before it's too late…SQUIRREL!" Vena stood up and grabbed a cue tip, pretending it was a microphone and that she was a comedian. "Is this thing on?" She paused.

"Yeah. Ok, you know, I come in the living room and my friend is sitting on the couch and all of the sudden, I hear this: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!! EH, EH, EH, EH! MEEEE MOOOO! It' a car siren! And then I come in here and I sit down. Yeah. Then, you know what I say? I say, 'GET UP!!!!!'" Suddenly, Facilier woke up and smacked her off the bed by moving around. She fell on the floor and held the cue tip to her mouth. "Thank you! Goodnight, New Orleans!" Facilier grabbed her. "YIPE!" He yanked her off the floor and put her right up against his face.

"What do you want?" he hissed.

"Uh…Kitten wants you?" Vena said. Facilier threw her across the room and into the closet as his shadow slithered onto the ceiling.

"How many times do I have to tell you NOT to wake me up!?"

"But, it's Kitten!" Vena said from the closet, "She's upset!" Facilier's look softened.

"Kitten? What's wrong with her?"

"I don't know, but I could tell something was wrong with her. Lynn came home furious earlier."

"You don't think they fighting, do you?"

"I don't know! OW! I…think you broke my spine." Facilier laughed at this.

"You're a doll; you have no spine."

Later on, after getting dressed and everything, Facilier walked into the living room, casually, where Kitten was still sitting, motionless on the couch. He sat down next to her. Kitten shifted, feeling the new weight on the couch, until she was balanced again.

"Hey, Kitten, ya'll aright?" he said.

"No." Kitten replied, coldly, not moving.

"Oh…" He paused to think, "So, what's up?"

"Stuff." Kitten replied.

"Stuff, huh? What kind of stuff?"

"Umm…"

"Come on, Kitten." he coaxed, "You don't want to sit around, pouting, do you?"

"No…" Kitten muttered.

"Well, then, why don't you tell Ol' Facilier what's wrong?" He slid closer to her. Kitten didn't have an answer. She knew he could easily charm her out of her mood and get her to tell him. But, she knew he wouldn't listen to her. "Come on, Kitten…" Facilier snuck his hands under her arms and suddenly started tickling her real hard. Kitten burst out laughing and her hat flew off of her head. Facilier smiled as seeing it was working; she was laughing and not screaming at him to stop. When she finally stated tearing, he stopped as she laid down on the couch, laughing the rest away. She panted.

"Ok, fine…I'll tell you…" she said. But, she suddenly remembered what she was going to tell him and sat up, serious again. "But umm…it's…it's about Gypsie." Facilier seemed a bit surprised by this. "I saw her in the store earlier. And you wouldn't believe what Lynn did!" She was already panting again. "She…She started hissing and screaming her head off! She scratched me up because she was so scared I had to flash my flashlight in her face to get her to stop! It was so freaky! You should've heard her!" She started tearing as she remembered the next part.

"Th-Then, she wouldn't even talk to me! She kept hissing at me and she ran away!" Kitten threw herself into his arms, surprising him. "Why would she do that?!" Kitten started sobbing as all the thoughts flashed into her mind. Lynn poked her head out from under the couch at the constant mention of her name. Facilier glared at her and Lynn knew already she was involved. Kitten rubbed her eyes and looked at her. She gasped and flinched. Lynn gave a confused look, then she rubbed on her while purring. Kitten was shocked; just earlier, Lynn hadn't wanted anything to do with her.

"Kitten sad. Why?" Lynn asked. Kitten didn't speak.

"She's sad because you hissed at her earlier, Lynn!" Facilier snapped.

"Not mean to. Smelled her."

"Gypsie?" Kitten asked. Lynn nodded, "I just smelled like her? That's all?" Lynn nodded again. "So…you still like me?" Again, Lynn nodded. Kitten hugged Lynn and laid her head in Facilier's lap. "Facile?"

"Yeah, chère?"

"Tell me everything's going to be ok…"

"Well, sure, Kitten! Why wouldn't it be?"

It won't as long as Gypsie's around… Kitten thought. What she said was: "I don't know. Maybe I'm having a bad day?"

"Obviously. Hey, why don't you stay over? Vena could use some company." Kitten was a little surprised; Facilier never asked her to sleep over. He was usually the one who told them no.

"Thanks…" Kitten said, "That sounds good."

-TO BE CONTINUED-

I hope you liked this chapter! I'll have the next one up tomorrow OR the next day tops.