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I backed from Exotica's den in a numb shock. Cassandra had asked me to check on her sister, saying she had been so down lately and thought I could cheer her up. I was not quite sure how I could have cheered her, but I had agreed to Cassie's request. I am always empathetic and will gladly listen to anyone who needs to speak their emotions. If Xoti was disheartened, I wanted to show here that the Junkyard is a family and we always care for one another. Once I had seen her curled peacefully in her nest with my fiancée that statement no longer rang true. She had betrayed me. What was worse, Plato had ensnared her. I walked in a daze to the clearing with the TSE 1 car and slipped into a sitting position. Tears began to slip down my face as the gravity of the situation sank further into me. I had trusted Plato, at least, I thought I had.
When my mother had made me choose between Plato and Mistoffelees, I didn't know what to do. She had put me on the spot and I knew whatever decision I made would hurt one of them. Then, she had begun to threaten me. It was so humiliating and painful. Finally, I chose Plato. The look on Mr. Mistoffelees face, it was so heartbreaking I couldn't meet his eyes anymore. I knew then and there that Misto had loved me. He couldn't love you now, though. You hurt him so much! In fact, you probably deserve Plato cheating on you. You broke Misto's heart and his trust, why shouldn't Plato give you your own medicine? I though bitterly to myself. I began to think on the subject of trust. I felt I couldn't trust another soul at that time. Who did I have to run to? Who could I cry to? Who cared enough to comfort a small and insignificant female? Mistoffelees would, I thought in answer to these questions. I sat there, indecision enveloping me like a dark cloud. Should I cry to him? Should I ask for his forgiveness?
I continued to argue with myself, as I stood and gazed into the moon. I gazed at the dark night sky, every star in the sky glistening brightly. The dark sky reminded me of the sparkling coat of the Conjuring Cat. Everything about him reminded me of the nighttime. His face the moon, his ruffles like clouds and his glistening pelt the stars and sky. A fresh bout of tears began to fall from my eyes and I ran into the pipe; the den of Mr. Mistoffelees. I crawled through the metal tube and into a small pocket of space in the large junk heap. I scanned the den, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness within. I heard deep, relaxed breaths and turned my head towards the bed. Mistoffelees had an elegant nest. It was a wooden doll's bed, with navy bed curtains surrounding it and silky sheets, pillows and a comforter of the same hue.
I mentally smacked myself for coming into his den. The sun had set and Misto had been in bed hours ago. How could I have forgotten he would be asleep? Gingerly, I stepped over to his bed. I had to wake him, somehow, I needed him. I crept closer, until I stood before his pale face. He looked so handsome when he was peacefully sleeping. I shook my head and gathered my courage. I had to rouse him, but how? I pondered a way to do so; distractedly musing that at least two cats could fit into Mistoffelees elegant bed. It must have been so warm and I should have been sleeping, but I pushed these thoughts aside. I supposed the best way to wake Misto was the easy way.
"M-Misto?" I mewed quietly.
The tom did not stir, forcing me to try again.
"Mistoffelees?" I asked, louder this time.
He mumbled, but nothing more. I sighed in exasperation. I hadn't realized that Misto was a heavy sleeper. I had always considered him to be a very light sleeper, seeing as he was the first kitten to wake when we were younger. I touched his shoulder and he dreamily mumbled my name. I had to blush, for I hadn't expected such unintended flattery. He was dreaming of me and it gave me a small, flickering hope that he still cared for me. I called his name and shook him, but he did not wake. With my frustration mounting, I shook him harder and shouted:
"Magical, marvelous, Mr. Mistoffelees the Original Conjuring Cat! Wake your lazy self up!"
His copper eyes shot open and he sat up, a look of perplexity clearly marked his physiognomy. His eyes darted back and forth until they rested on mine. His look changed to one of complete disdain.
"What?" he asked curtly.
"Ugh…hi?" I asked, not at all prepared for him to be awake.
"That's it?" he stated testily, arching one of his thick eyebrows.
"Well…" I trailed off, starring at my paws.
Misto waited for me to speak, but I was at a loss of what to say. His copper eyes never left me. Silence ensued until the tuxedoed tom broke it. Doubtless his patience was wearing thin.
"Perhaps, you came by to rub into my face the absolute fact that Plato is going to be your mate in two days time, knowing I would be most vulnerable at night after a very long and tiring day. Is that it?" he sneered archly.
Perhaps coming to see you wasn't such a great plan after all, I thought regretfully.
"Or maybe, you came to feign an apology and 'make up', right? Well, I'm not interested," he spat, lying back onto his other side and facing away from me.
"No, I just-" I tried to regain the courage I had had, but it failed to return to me.
"Just what? Wanted to remind me how happy you are and how miserable you want me to be? I am no longer interested in anything you care to say!" he replied coldly and resolutely.
I felt my heart burst and I fully regretted ever hoping he could love me again. I closed my eyes in order to stop my invading tears from escaping, but they crept out all the same. How much his comments had stung! How much had they pierced into my heart, each sarcastic tone a razor sharp knife cut. I sniffed and opened my eyes to look at Misto, whom I still loved, once more. A single sparkling tear fell from my face and splashed onto Misto's arm. I began to sob and watched Misto slowly turn round to face me. I looked to his face and all pretense of hating me had faded. Only concern and regret shone in his eyes.
"Oh, Vicky," he said in an apologetic tone, as if he felt my pain.
I collapsed onto his chest and grasped his ruffles in my paws. He immediately wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his face into my headfur. I felt a few tears of his patter onto my head. Gently, he sat up, bringing me with him.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his arms holding me closer to him, his voice racked with apparent tears, "I didn't mean any of those things. I just wish you had never left me, that's all. I was only speaking out of hurt, I'm so sorry!"
I buried my face further into his chest fur. He was such a comfort to me (and still is.) I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"I know, Misto. I'm sorry too, for waking you and for hurting you. I never meant to choose my mother over you, ever. Besides, Plato doesn't even love me and I have realized that I really don't love him. He's-he-he's cheating on me with Exotica anyway," I gushed, the last sentence producing a furious flow of tears.
I raised my head to look into Mistoffelees' eyes and saw his tears trace his handsome face. He looked deeply into my eyes, as if to discern how much pain Plato had caused me.
"Are you certain?" he asked me quietly, gently grabbing my shoulders.
"I s-saw them a-asleep together in her d-den, in her nest!" I assured, my voice barely a whisper.
Misto shook his head, a look of pained concern on his face. I knew I wasn't in love with Plato, nor was his cheating a surprise to me. It was painful to be betrayed, no matter how much I really didn't love him. I felt sorry for Plato, though. He had fallen in love a little too late because he had been with me. If he hadn't been, he and Exotica could have been mates without this whole drama. As I thought these thoughts, my eyes never left Misto's face and his never left mine. Every so often, he would brush away my tears and I would brush his. It was almost as if apology was not necessary, almost. Mistoffelees' eyes held so much sorrow and- longing, I suppose- that I couldn't look away from him. Suddenly, he pulled me forward, towards his face, and his lips crashed onto mine. It was so unexpected I didn't know how to react. After a short time, my eyes closed and my arms wrapped around his neck. I admit this kiss was nothing wholly spectacular, just a simple kiss on the lips. But, it was filled with so much emotion and was so sincere. Though I had thought it impossible, I had fallen in love with Mr. Mistoffelees all over again. We parted and Misto contented himself with stroking my cheek and headfur.
"I have to tell you something," I whispered, settling onto his chest.
"Yes, anything," he answered, gently smiling down at me.
"First, that was actually my first kiss," I said, giggling slightly at his puzzled look, "I never kissed Plato. I told him I wanted to save it for our mateship day,"
"Oops," he grinned sheepishly, "I don't know what came over me. You looked so distraught, so beautiful, so broken and I just had to!"
"Misto, it's okay. I loved it, it was so sweet. Also, I want to ask you to forgive me. What I've put you through is so horrible. I knew you loved me, but I didn't choose you. I didn't even know if Plato was my friend, let alone in love with me. I knew I broke your heart and broke mine in the process. I missed you so much, I was so miserable. I never wanted to hurt you, I just thought I could save you from the disapproval of my mother. And- and I love you, still, and I need you back and I'll never stop loving you and-"
"Shh," he chided, kissing me on the nose, "I know. I do forgive you. You mean so much to me; I could never stay upset with you. I may argue with you, I may disagree with you, but I will never stay upset with you. I love you too much."
I large grin spread over my face. He still loved me! After all of the horrid pain and suffering I had put him through, he still loved me! I nuzzled my face into his and began to kiss him all over his face. I kissed his nose and his cheek and his forehead, everywhere.
"What are you doing?" he asked with an amused laugh.
"Loving-you-as-much-as I-can," I answered in between kisses.
"And Tugger said I could never find a queen as quirky as I am. Ha! Shows what he knows! But, Vicky," He said, pulling me from his face to look into my eyes, "What about Plato? What about your engagement? You can't run off into a fairy-tail with me, that's not how reality works,"
I pondered what he said. I thought a fairy-tail ending could fit quite nicely into this situation. However, Plato was no longer an issue. I was going to break my engagement with him, that was all there was to it. He was unfaithful, so I had to break away from him before he did it to me again. I told Mistoffelees all of these things. He agreed with me and gently pulled me to rest atop him once more.
"Then, there is one more problem," he sighed, looking up to the ceiling.
"Really? And what would that be?" I asked, curiosity fully taking a hold of me.
"The problem is I don't know if you want to be my mate or not," he said slowly, looking slyly at me.
"Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! Yesyesyesyesyes!" I squealed, much like a little kit and commenced to kissing him over his face once more.
The mischievous tom laughed once more and when the opportunity rose, caught my mouth in his. I little sigh escaped me once he did and my tail curled around his leg in happiness. This kiss became a little deeper then our first kiss, but lasted only a few minutes. When we parted, Misto beamed at me.
"What?" I asked with a laugh (he looked so cute.)
"I have been waiting for so long to kiss you like that," he whispered mischievously, a coy grin on his face.
"You're a dweeb," I replied, curling onto his chest and closing my eyes.
"Indeed? And your rude!" he quipped back, slightly indignant.
I kissed him on the nose and settled into my previous situation. Mistoffelees paw settled onto the small of my back and he began to stroke me. A loud, resonating purr exuded from me. Misto answered with a deep, melodious purr of his own.
"I was kidding, Ruffles," I laughed through my purr, using his former nickname I had given him, "I love you. I can't wait until our mateship day."
"I know, Twinkle. I can't wait until our honeymoon," he drawled in a sultry voice.
I smacked him on the chest and he winced. He rubbed his newly tender spot and frowned at me.
"Don't say comments like that or I'll leave," I stated, arching a brow.
"No, no, please stay. I didn't mean anything by it, honestly. I just love you and can't wait until we are officially mates. I need to be your mate so badly," he said, nuzzling his head onto mine.
"I need to be yours so badly. Do you think Munk would be happy if he found us?" I asked, beginning to worry.
"No, he would try to destroy me. He's very fond of you, more so that he is of me,"
"No," I replied, shaking my head, "he loves you very much. He thinks of me as a daughter, that's all. Maybe, I shouldn't stay-"
"But, your still hurting, aren't you? I'm here to comfort you. Once your asleep, I'll move over to the couch and sleep there, deal? That way, he won't suspect me of anything vile or unwholesome,"
"As if the Moral Mr. Mistoffelees could ever be either of those. Alright it's a deal. Goodnight, my love," I said, kissing his cheek.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," he sighed, kissing my forehead.
I had fallen asleep very quickly that night. It felt so right to be near Mistoffelees, for things to be good between us again. I dreamed of us being mates that night and never even felt it when Misto moved to his couch as he had promised.