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He walked through the rain, his tail dragging across the ground, he jumped as lightning crashed into the air, such a bitter reminder of exactly why he couldn't be with his one love, he growled at it, trying to smooth his frizzed fur. He began to jog, heading to his pipe. He slid inside and closed his eyes, now he was alone the weight and pain of the situation dawned on him. He had hurt Victoria one of what would seem to be the worst ways, but that was far from the truth - a few weeks ago he had burned her paws after proposing to her beneath the Jellicle moon; he had been so elated he had loosened the control of his powers, his famous blue lightning bolts had shot from his hands and into Vicky's, she had cried and fled but he found her and grovelled. He healed her, taking the burns for himself. He looked down at his pink paws, still slightly inflamed from the wounds. He closed his eyes and sighed, wrapping a blanket around his soaked frame. He pulled the soft material over his head, wishing he could fall asleep and never wake up. A paw went to his ebony wrist, touching the silver bracelet Victoria had made him. He gazed at it in the dim light beneath the cloth, the silver charm of a star making a lump appear in his throat as he recalled a particular memory.

"Come on Misto! Do it again!" Jemima cried, clapping her hands as Misto produced daisys and buttercups from thin air, he was showing off to the younger kittens - Etcetera, Electra, Jemima, Rumpleteazer, Mungojerrie and of course, his best friend, Victoria. Who was sitting idly, seeming downcast for some reason. He produced another daisy from the air and handed it to Jemima.

"Why don't you teach everyone how to make a daisy chain?" He murmured before walking away and crawling up to kitten hood friend - there was only a few months separating them. He nuzzled her fluffy shoulder and purred. "Hello there!"

"Oh, Hi!" She smiled, trying to appear to have brightened up, not that it worked - Misto knew her well enough to tell when she was sad, the beautiful sparkle on her eye would be dim and almost nonexistent. This was one of those times.

"What's wrong, Vick? You're really down," he murmured, watching her curiously with his wide ochre eyes. He pawed at her gently when she shook her head. He pouted slightly at her refusal to talk then had an idea, perhaps a gift would cheer her up. He closed his eyes in concentration before conjuring a perfect, blood red rose for her. He offered it to her and she really did brighten up, taking it carefully despite that Misto had conjured the rose to be without thorns.

"It's Beautiful Misto, has anyone ever told you you're a star? You always make me happy!" She, in a particularly bold moment, kissed his cheek and hugged him, to which he happily reciprocated.

"I'm glad, you shouldn't ever be sad," he replied, his pale cheeks going slightly pink at her comment. He rubbed the back of his head as she drew away.

He laughed bitterly, his eyes stinging, he couldn't cry any more, he had run out of tears to shed. Instead he curled up and tried to sleep, unsuccessfully. The thought that he was the cause of his loves pain was unbearable.

He awoke from what little sleep he had got by the sun across his face. He tried to roll over but found himself pushing against something hard and furry. He groaned and jolted awake, sitting up and hitting his head. He cursed quietly, turning to see who had snuck into his den. He growled loudly at the intruder.

"Tugger! What have I told you about doing that?" He grunted, clearly not a morning person. The Maine coon was grinning from ear to ear - he could pass for the Cheshire Cat. This had Mistoffelees worried, very worried. The tuxedo's ears went back slightly as he rubbed his head. "Uh. . . Tugger? What on earth are you thinking of?"

"Oh nothing, dear Misto." He grinned, stretching out and making Misto curl into himself uncomfortably - the most notorious of toms was overly large, taking up nearly all of the space in the small pipe. "Only how Munkustrap is going to render you female, after how Vicky seemed last night."

Misto flinched, biting his lip, hard. He didn't even notice when it bled slightly until he licked at the crimson beads. "Is. . . Is she okay?"

"We both knew she would take it hard, but we both know its the right thing to do - your magic is unpredictable."

"Ah. . . I can't stay here, it will just hurt both of us more."

"Where will you go?"

"The docks? I don't know, just anywhere away from here." He replied, tiredly gathering what few possessions he had - a blanket, a book or two and his most valued item; a lock of fur from Victoria's head when she had asked him to style it for her. The tux tossed and caught the locket, turning it in his hand before clasping the chain around his neck. He gathered the rest and nodded to Tugger.

"I'll need you to cover me, say I've gone to meet with my mother or something, Ill miss you Tugs," he embraced the large cat, who had acted like he had actually been an older brother along with Munkustrap, the maned tom awkwardly patted his back before hugging him close.

"You have to leave, now, before anyone else wakes," he murmured, pushing the tux towards the entrance. He watched as Mistoffelees dipped his head, clenched his fists and walked away, somehow not managing to look back at his beloved home; he found it easier than walking away from Victoria, but then again, he was numb.

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