Title: Tail of the Lost
Author: Belit
Rating: G
Summary: Michael doesn’t have a mother to lick his hair and Maria has soft hands…
Author’s Note: A huge thank you to Gimpy and Sherry for the title *hugs*
Warnings: Not beta’d, so there might be mistakes. And it’s weird. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I want it.
That little thing with wings that makes the annoying noise… I want it.
I try to reach for it, but it keeps flying away from me.
I’m not gonna hurt it, I swear, I just wanna look.
I jump and try to catch it between my paws, but end up falling on my face.
My nose hurts.
I don’t understand why I can’t have it, I am so much bigger.
My mom said I could have them as long as they were smaller than me, then why can’t I have that?
I miss my mother.
I don’t know how I ended up here. The ground is so much harder here, it hurts when you fall. And the sun is so bright I can’t open my eyes most of the time.
I can’t find any water.
I want my mother.
My tears burn my nose, so I try not to cry. Then I see it, the red drops on the ground.
Is it coming from me?
Oh, I’m bleeding.
My nose hurts, and I want my mother.
I sit on the hot ground and try to lick the blood off my nose, but there’s so much and it tastes so wrong…
I hear a roar and turn my head to see what’s going on through my tears. My sight is all blurry, all I see is a big, shiny thing coming towards me.
It’s red. Like my blood.
I freeze where I sit. I don’t know what to do.
I call for my mother, but I know she won’t hear me. The red monster is so loud I can’t even hear myself.
Then it stops.
Right in front of me.
I still can’t breathe.
“Oh my god, oh my god, I killed it, I didn’t see it, oh my god, oh my god…”
I look up to see if it’s the monster that talking. Cause if it is, it has an incredibly inappropriate voice.
But no, something comes from the side of the monster and kneels in front of me.
Wow! It’s huge.
My mom told me about the big things, but I can’t quite remember now. She would kill me if she learns I wasn’t paying attention to her.
Well, good thing she’s not here now.
I remember that it could be either something that would feed me or eat me. And knowing that doesn’t help at all.
It’s talking, mumbling something I can’t understand as it looks at me.
I decide to like it cause it has such shiny hair.
Like my mother’s.
I ask it if it knows my mother, and it starts to cry.
What did I say?
Then I hear another voice…
“DeLuca, I told you a thousand times, you drive like s-hit! You should just let me drive!”
I let out a squeak hearing the deep, hollering voice.
OK, that is the monster.
Pretty haired thing takes me in its hands gently, and I can’t help but snuggle. It is so soft.
It’s still crying though, and the tears are falling on my head.
“You drive like a homicidal maniac,” it says, and I frown cause its voice is all weird because of the sobs.
Another one comes from behind the monster.
Oh, that was the one talking.
It doesn’t look as scary as its voice.
“What the hell are you crying for?”
I look at its hair in fascination.
Wow, it’s exactly like my brother’s hair.
My mom always licks it down, and it always sticks back up like that.
I guess it doesn’t have a mother to lick its hair down.
My heart hurts.
I don’t have a mother now either.
Not that my hair needs licking. I have perfect hair.
“I… I… It’s bleeding…”
It hugs me closer and takes me to the monster, but I am not scared cause it is soft and nice. It makes me feel safe.
I don’t think it would eat me.
- - -
I wake up with a jerk, and yawn.
Where am I?
I think I might be in heaven, cause the place smells yummy.
“DeLuca!!! Your thing just woke up!”
Oh, so it’s not heaven.
I spot the familiar hair and walk to it. My body is all numb. I stumble a couple of times.
I feel warm hands circle my body and lift me up.
I go up, up, up, up…
Woah…
I’m up so high that even it has to look up in order to see me.
Like it’s doing now.
I’m getting dizzy.
Ooh, it has pretty eyes.
Lousy hair, but pretty eyes.
“Are you okay little thing?”
Its voice isn't that bad either.
When it’s not hollering that is.
I tell it that I might be sick, but it just smiles.
“You scared her pretty bad.”
It lowers me to its chest, but it can’t hold me like the pretty haired one does.
I smell it, and realize that it’s a “him”.
I should have known.
Oh, wait, I can smell.
I lick my nose, but there’s no blood there anymore.
That’s the best thing that has happened since I got lost.
I lick his hand and tell him that I’m hungry. He just chuckles. I don’t know what he finds so funny about that.
We go through some doors, and I hold on to him tightly. It is scary to be on something that high that moves so fast.
We enter a room with way too many lights, and he suddenly stops.
I try to see his face. Is he scared? Sick? Dead?
What?
I feel his heart, and its beating like mine did that one time after a dog chased me.
He’s not breathing.
I think he's gonna die.
I panic.
If he dies, he drops me. If he drops me…
I don’t want to think about that…
I tell him to breathe, and he jumps like he has been sleeping.
“Oh, I didn’t hear you come in. He’s awake?”
Yes, I knew it would be here!
I jump to its hand when it reaches for me, and it laughs.
It smells so good. Just like my mother.
Oh, it’s a girl.
I like girls.
She smiles at me showing her white teeth, but I’m not scared. She wouldn’t hurt me. She likes me.
I tell her how hungry I am, and bite her finger lightly.
She puts me down on some high thing, and walks away.
Everything around here is so big, so I try not to complain about where I am left.
“Damn! There’s no milk left here. Michael can you get some from downstairs?”
“I’m not getting paid to serve a cat.”
“It’s a kitten Michael, and it wouldn’t kill you to do something unselfish for once!”
She slams the door behind her, and I shiver where I sit.
That’s not nice.
I can smell it. There’s something wrong.
I look at him. He is staring at the door with his fists clenched.
Is he angry?
I wish I could understand what they were talking about.
I ask him what's wrong, but he just looks at me.
Oh, I get it, he is confused. Like I was, that one time when I tried to chew a stone.
See, if he had a mother, she could explain to him why he shouldn’t try to chew the stone.
He opens a door, and goes out, and it gets cold suddenly.
“That stupid DeLuca chick…”
He’s mumbling to himself angrily.
I don’t want him to go. I don’t want to be cold. I don’t want to be alone.
I want to be back with my family. My sisters and my brothers and my mother…
And I want to snuggle with them cause they always keep me warm.
I call for my mother for the millionth time, but I know she won't hear me.
I know she told us that we would have to leave one day, but it’s too soon, I don’t want to be alone yet.
I can’t be alone yet.
I’m not ready yet mom, come back!
I’m crying again. I can’t help it.
The door opens and she comes in. I tell her to hug me, cause I want to be warm again.
She looks around nervously and her eyes land on the half open door.
I tell her that he left and it got cold. I tell her to bring him back.
She takes me in her arms. Her eyes are full of tears.
“There’s no milk left downstairs…” she says, and she’s crying now, her tears landing on me again.
I lick her hand.
I know I’m crying too, but I tell her that we shouldn’t cry.
He would come back.
We just need to stay there and wait, cause if we leave he would never be able to find us.
Just like my mother.
I don’t want to get lost again.
She takes me to the room I woke up, and I don’t say anything, cause I know it’s not that far, and he knows this place.
She sits and holds me close to her. I’m grateful to feel her again.
Soft, warm. Like my mother.
Almost perfect.
Almost.
She’s making those sweet noises as she cries, and I know my mother would have sounded exactly like that if she ever cried.
She was always graceful like that.
I play with her hair. Its colour is so shiny, it looks just like the sun.
She smiles at me for a moment, but then starts to cry even more.
So I just sit there and watch her as she cries herself to sleep.
I decide to stay awake and wait.
- - -
When did I fall asleep?
I yawn.
Why did I wake up?
She stirs under me and her eyes open to look at something behind me.
What is it?
I turn to look.
It’s him! I knew he would be back! I told her it was a good idea to wait there!
His hand is on her shoulder. I guess he woke us up.
“I brought milk,” he says looking in her eyes.
Why aren't they happy? Why are they looking at each other like that? What’s going on? What are they talking about?
No one ever tells me anything.
She looks like she wants to talk, but every time her lips move, she stops.
I want to say something, but I feel like maybe I should shut up for once.
She raises her hand slowly and touches his face.
Good idea. I know he will like that. She has such soft hands.
She pets his face, and he closes his eyes.
I think he should purr, but he doesn’t. He's holding his breath again. He's gonna kill himself like that one day.
“Michael… I…”
“Ssshhh…”
He pulls her face closer, and next time I look up he’s licking her tears.
And I know everything’s going to be okay now. Cause they are together and they make a lovely family.
She purrs and I smile.
Mmmm… It’s so comfortable here now. All warm and cosy…
There’s no way I’m getting lost again.
It’s so hard to find a good family.
THE END
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