A/N: This is my first Fanfic for this franchise. Let me know your thoughts. I may use some Spanish words, I apologize in advance if I misuse it, but since they peppered in so many Spanish sentences in "The Last Wish", I thought it felt appropriate.

The crowds were chanting his name as gold rained down from the heavens and he called out, "People of Santa Coloma, accept this golden gift from Puss in Boots."

It was the bachelor party of Puss in Boots and Puss was determined to spend it to the fullest. He drank in the roar of the crowds and copious amounts of leche as the people lifted him onto the stage.

"Thank you, one and all, for coming to my bachelor party," he announced, downing his last glass of leche. He traded his glass of leche for a guitar. "And to commemorate this day I will play you a song. I call it 'Fearless Hero'."

As he was a about to start strumming, his guitar was swapped with one of his boots in the blink of an eye. Puss recognized it as the handiwork of the one and only Kitty Softpaws, master cat thief, the softest touch in Spain and Puss' fiancée. Puss spotted her peering from the curtain, fiddling with his guitar.

Puss flashed his most confident smile as he excused himself from the crowd and walked up to Kitty.

"Hola, miss Softpaws," he said with his smooth, sultry tone, "what brings you here to my bachelor party?"

Kitty didn't answer, she only watched the villagers revelling in their new wealth and asked, "Where did all the money come from?"

Puss stroked his whiskers proudly. "'Oh, the mayor of Santa Coloma was overtaxing the people, so…I thought I'd liberate some of the gold."

"You mean the heist we were planning to do for our honeymoon?" Kitty asked plainly.

"What can I say, I am used to working alone." He pulled out a small sack of coins from his hat and tossed it to Kitty. "Don't worry, you're still getting your share." Kitty opened the bag and proceeded to inspect the coins one by one. Puss watched her and asked, "Don't you trust me by now?"

"I didn't get to where I am by trusting people. Especially not after…" Kitty looked down at her declawed paws, shook her head and turned to Puss. "Anyways, I'm here because I was wondering if there were any change of plans for the rehearsal dinner."

Puss let out an exasperated yet uneasy breath. "Of course not," Puss replied, "Uh…when is again?"

"Oh…in about three hours ago."

"What?" Puss exclaimed. "I thought we still had three more weeks."

"It has been three weeks," Kitty responded, "you've been spending them on your bachelor party."

Puss was scrambling for an answer when Kitty walked up to him her big blue eyes staring directly into his green. "You aren't having second thoughts, are you?" she asked sweetly.

Kitty's lips almost brushed against his. She was breathtaking. He could practically hear his heart jumping out of his chest.

Wait…

That wasn't right. He was Puss in Boots, the outlaw, the hero, the legend…He made women's hearts race not the other way around.

Kitty inched herself a closer to him, then suddenly he could feel the fur on the back of his neck standing on end. Something was wrong.

Before he could say anything, the roar of the crowd drowned out the beating of his heart, and his fur started to settle as a sea of people raced across the stage and swallowed him up, engulfing him in praise and cheers. He didn't notice the feeling of Kitty's paw loosening its grip, the sound of her footsteps walking away or the look in her eyes as he pulled away.

Kitty was never one to leave things to chance and she certainly didn't get to where she by trusting people…and she was disappointed to be proven right.

As Puss was uplifted by the crowd, drunk on cheers and leche, she saw the look in his eyes. Relief. Relief to be away from her. Relief to be in the arms of the crowd and out of hers. Relief that he didn't need to think about his upcoming nuptials. She knew then and there that she could never compete with his "One true love", so she wasn't going to…

The church bells were ringing, the ceremony was about to begin, but Kitty wasn't going to be there. She knew when a woman caught Puss' eye, there was no stopping him, so she had to quash any hopes he had of winning her back.

She knocked at the door to Puss' room at the inn. There was no answer. She took out her sword and picked the lock. Everyone would be at the church by now, it was now or never. She pulled off her engagement ring. It was better this way. But just as she was about to place the ring on his dresser table, she was interrupted by a sharp creaking sound. She turned around to see that the closet door was ajar, just enough for Kitty to see it: Puss' wedding suit, neatly pressed and ready to be worn, but no boots.

Kitty let out a scoff. "I knew I couldn't trust you."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to let me know your thoughts and ask me any questions.

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