The break up

A collection of one-shots for Random Jellicle Week.

The pairing is Plato / Victoria. Excuse the "knocking her off her high horse" vibe going on here. I personally hate that, but this was… fun.

I give credit for the whole Etcy/Vic sister thing to Rawrrkitty. I didn't make it as amazing as she did, but it was supposed to just be a minor theme in this.

He couldn't stand the look on her face. Her beautiful, white face stricken with pain, confusion. She was pitiful. He wanted to tell her it was all right, it wasn't her fault. But truly, it was. He saw through the sadness, the despair—it was an act. An act Victoria perfected over the years. She drew toms in with her grace and smile, then tossed them to the side. Plato was embarrassed to admit that he fell for it. He was thankful he listened to the advice the other toms gave him, or else he would have been sucked in till there was no return.

He had to break her heart before she broke his—but then there was the matter of whether or no Plato believed Victoria had a heart, with the way she so carelessly threw toms aside. She truly ruined things for them. Alonzo, who had two other queens at his disposal, was drawn in within moments. That was the end of Victoria and Jemima's friendship—and Cassandra's dislike of Victoria turned to pure hate. And now, neither of the queens have him—neither of the queens want him anymore.

Victoria, with her pure white fur, tainted their tom. And she knew it—but she didn't stop. Victoria, if it wasn't for her grace, beauty, and—besides her horrible treatment of friends and toms—would be outcasted. But everyone was drawn back to her. Her blue eyes were like black holes, sucking you in with her vacant stare.

"Why, Plato?" Victoria asked, tears now pouring down her face. Plato looked down. He couldn't take this.

"You know why, Victoria." He said sternly, his resolved weakened by his refusal to look her in the eye.

"I obviously don't." She was lying. He could tell in her tone. Nonetheless.

"Victoria, have you seen what happens to the other toms you lead on?"

"Lead on? I've done nothing of the sort, Plato! I loved them, but I realized it wasn't true. I love you, Plato. You." Victoria took a few tiny steps towards Plato, hands slightly outstretched. She still wanted him.

"No… Victoria, please, make this easy on me, and yourself." Plato said, his eyes burning. But he refused to cry. Plato was a tom, not some daffodil. His face would stay dry. Plato slowly looked up, quickly regretting it. Victoria's eyes were wide, swirling with confusion and sorrow. But mostly confusion, Plato could tell. Why would someone be breaking up with Victoria? It was unheard of. Until now.

"Easy? This would be easy if you'd come to your senses, Plato!"

"No, Victoria. You need to come to your senses." Plato was tempted to cringe at how childish that could have sounded. This was a serious matter. "Your own sister hates you because of the way you act."

Victoria gasped. Plato swallowed—he knew he went too far. But he didn't take it back. "I can't believe you said that." Victoria hissed, a fresh batch of tears flooding down her face. Plato wondered how many tears Victoria had stored up for occasions like this—which were, of course, usually reversed.

"Etcetera loves me, Plato. We're sisters. She doesn't hate me."

"Look… Victoria, you stole Tumblebrutus from her—they planned on mating…" Plato trailed off, looking sideways. He quickly regained composure, looking Victoria in the eye. She sunk into herself.

"I didn't steal anybody from anyone… they came to me on their own." Victoria said hesitantly. For the most part, it was true. But it was still a lie—she seduced them first. Everyone saw it. Everyone knew when it was happening—except for the victim, of course.

Plato was very tempted to slap her. But he was not the abusive type, and at this point her just wanted to leave. He would snap, more than he had. He just felt stressed now.

"Victoria," he started quietly, his face apologetic, "I'm breaking up with you."

And he walked away.

Personally, I didn't like that much… ugh. The ending was rushed—I want to catch up.

DL is still going, by the way, I just have to wait till the contest is over. So I've got a few things up my sleeve to hold you off till then.

Thanks for reading!