The fifth chapter of Do You Remember is here! :3 I stayed home from school today because I'm getting over a cold, so I got to work on my chapter. I'm trying to make them longer, so they may take a while.

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Misto was quiet for a moment, as if he didn't believe me.

"Like...amnesia?" he said at last, his brown eyes turned from me.

"I guess," I mumbled, looking down.

We were both silent for a little while.

"Are you mad?"

"Why should I be?" Mistoffelees finally looked at me, and his gaze told me he meant what he said.

"I don't know. I thought you would be. Because I sort of lied to everybody." I shrugged. "Thought I should tell you if you're gonna be my friend."

"What about the other queens?" asked the black tom, pulling up his legs and crossing them Indian-style on the car hood. "Will you tell them?"

"I'll probably tell everybody at some point, so then they'll know. Either way, they'll find out soon enough."

"I see."

Silence.

"You're mad, aren't you?" I hadn't raised my eyes.

"What? No!"

"Then why are you all quiet now?"

Another stomach-clenching silence.

"It's just a little..."

"Hard to believe?" I interrupted dryly. "I don't believe it too well myself. Wanna hear the whole story?" Or what there was of it.

He nodded, but didn't speak.

"There's not a lot to tell," I told him. "But here's how it happened. Basically, I woke up in a dark alleyway with one hell of a headache, without any knowledge of who I was or what I looked like or where I came from." I let a small smile grace my face for a fleeting moment. "That's all there is."

A lulling quiet again.

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"That's actually very interesting." I finally looked at him to find he was looking at me, as if studying me, trying to figure out how it was I'd lost all my memories. "Do you remember anything prior to waking up in the alley? Anything at all?"

"Uh-uh."

"Think hard," he prompted.

I did. I was the quiet one now, racking my brain, trying to remember something.

And then it came to me. Eyes; gleaming green eyes, grass-colored eyes, dark and potent and swirling with anger. Eyes surrounded by darkness. And that was it. That was all.

"I remember..." I hesitated. Just thinking about that gaze made me uncomfortable.

He stared at me intently with a knowing look. How could he know I was hiding something? And yet he seemed to...was I that obvious?

"Green eyes," I said simply. I didn't go into detail and quickly shunned them from my mind, now shaken just by the imagined glare of those eyes. I felt like I was falling, falling, and my mind spun. "Green eyes..."

"Luvarium? Are you okay?"

"What...?" I looked up at him again, dizzy, his face fading in and out of focus.

"Are you okay?" Mistoffelees repeated. "You look a little...distant." He smiled kindly.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine." I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

"Anyway, green eyes—"

"Can we stop talking about this now?" I said quickly. I'd nearly fainted from focusing on that gaze, and I didn't want to think about it anymore.

Misto looked down. "Certainly, if it's making you uncomfortable."

Shit, he read my mind again. "A little," I admitted, not looking at him. "Anyway. I should be getting back. Jellylorum will have an epileptic fit if I'm not back soon."

"Of course." He nodded. "I know what that's like." There was the chuckle of remembrance in his voice, and I could only assume he'd been through similar trials. I smiled a little; I felt comfortable around the tuxedo cat, something unusual for me. However, as I shifted to put my paws on the ground, my mind on the idea of trusting Mistoffelees, I felt my traction fail as my foot skidded across a slippery piece of metal, causing me to fly forwards and land hard on my face...and my already-sore ribs. I screamed as I tumbled and moaned when I hit the ground, feeling my face in the dirt.

"Oh, my goodness!" Misto jumped off the hood of the car. "Are you allright?"

"Do I look allright to you?!" My voice was irritable, shot with pain. "Help me up, why don't you?"

"Oh, right...sorry." He reached down, hooked his paws under my arms and hauled me up, resting me against the car.

At this point, Pouncival and Company had heard my screeching like an angry crow and were hurrying over. "Luva! Luva! Are you okay?" shouted Electra, running over to give me a hug that caused me to yell out again as she touched my sore ribs.

"Gentle, gentle!" I half-hissed, squirming, and she drew back, apologizing. Her sad eyes immediately made me sorry for speaking so rashly, but what's done is done, so I merely responded with my usual gruff, "'S fine."

"What's all the ruckus about over here?" I heard elder voices coming from the left and rolled my eyes. Fantastic. Grown-ups to fawn over my injuries. That was exactly what I needed right now. Jellylorum got to me first, shooing away Mistoffelees and Electra as she prodded me in the torso.

"Careful!" I screeched, wrapping my arms protectively around my chest and stomach.

"I think she's broken a rib," the nursemaid observed, nodding sagely.

"Ohh, no duh," I mumbled, my voice a raspy whisper.

Pouncival stepped hesitantly forward, and his eyes were shining with real worry and apology, not just the shock of everybody else and the seeming duty of asking if I was okay. "Lu, I'm sorry. I should've been watching more carefully."

I almost laughed. "This is in no way, shape, or form your fault," I responded, eyes sparkling despite the pain in my ribs. "It was me being a Butterpaws. Ain't that right, Misto?" I looked over at the black tom, who had since withdrawn behind Jellylorum. He nodded and glanced at Pouncival, who, after the black tom looked away again, shot him a glare teeming with an angry jealousy that surprised me. Since when had Pouncival been spiteful? And what did he look so jealous of? It concerned me, really and honestly concerned me.

"Come now, my dear, let's get you back to bed." Jellylorum's motherly tone was driving me crazy; I'd heard it too much these past few days. "We can't have you trekking around getting injury on top of injury. No going out again until you're well."

There was a collective moan, mine being the loudest of them. Well. This was splendid. Now I wouldn't even see the light of day until I was completely better, and Rumpus knew how long that would take.

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"Hey, Lu, are you up?" A brown head popped into the den, and I shifted my gaze from the enormous page of the human book I was reading to the entrance, where Electra was observing me with dark and worried eyes. As she saw me awake, she smiled. "Oh, hey. Has Jellylorum suffocated you yet?"

"Not quite." I managed my own wry smile. "Right now the only thing suffocating me is a lack of fresh air." I coughed a little for emphasis, feeling a brief surge of pain from my ribs.

"Anyway..." She scuffed her foot nervously on the floor, and immediately I sensed she wasn't telling me something. My eyes narrowed a little bit.

"What?"

"It's Pouncival." A slight giggle escaped her despite herself and she scurried over to me, her eyes now sparkling with mischief.

"What's wrong, is he hurt?" I failed to see how humorous she found this and was actually concerned for my new friend's safety.

"I think he likes you!" she whispered, and I practically fell over in half-relief and half-disdain as she burst into unrestrained, girlish laughter. Instead, I rolled my eyes.

"Don't be silly. Pouncival's just my friend."

"You saw how he looked at Misto the other day when he found out you two were talking!" Her voice was teasing.

"Misto and I are just friends, too!" I exclaimed, then covered my mouth quickly. Whoops. Too loud. "Anyways," I continued, my voice quieter, "even if Pouncival likes me, why's it matter? It's not like he's gonna avoid me or something."

"He will if you keep hanging around that Mistoffelees," Electra warned, sitting down on the coffee table next to me.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I grumbled, lifting my chin.

"It's not," she corrected hurriedly. "It's just, Misto's a little bit...different. You know."

"No, I don't know," I said coldly.

"I mean, he's a little off his rocker. You know, with all that 'magical power' stuff. I think it's driven him a little bonkers. He's too quiet." She nodded in the same sage manner as Jellylorum two days ago, as if stating a fact.

"Oh, so just because somebody's shy, that gives you a right to prosecute them?" I felt my temper flare unexpectedly.

"No, no, he's nice and everything, but he's not your type."

"My type." My statement was flat. "So this is about type now. How is Pouncival any more my 'type' than Mistoffelees?"

Electra seemed like she was at a loss for words, for once. "I didn't mean...what I meant to say was...just..." She sighed. "You might hurt Pounce's feelings. I'm speaking as his friend and yours, you know."

"Well, I'm sure it'd hurt Mistoffelees' feelings if I abandoned him because I was worried he'd make me look bad," I responded. "Ever think of that?"

"N-no," admitted Electra. There was a rare silence between us, and at last, Electra seemed to get the point that her conversation was unwanted and got to her paws. "Well, sorry to bother you. but just think about it, okay?"

"I'll get back to you," I responded, then stretched out on the table and rolled over on the clothing mattress, covering myself up with an old shirt. Sleep came swiftly, and soon, all thoughts of my conversation with Electra were gone.

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I thought I should get a little romance in here before you guys started questioning when it'd start. x3 And I know some of you are probably going, "Poor Misto! They don't treat him that way!" But think about it. With abilities like him, don't you think he might be just a titch unpopular?