Good adviseHe continued his way towards the shopping center. He didn't understand. Why would Walibi cross over to the dark side. Black didn't even suit him. At least, not that much. This was the first time that he found Walibi a complete idiot.
An idiot who believed what those guys said. Had he forgotten about the times they had together? What happened to the happy and bouncy Walibi he knew. He apparently didn't exist anymore. Although … not if he or his parents had so say something about that.
He shook his head and took his cell phone out of his pocket. He dialed the number of Walibi's phone. After a while he heard him mum at the other side of the line. “I've found your son,” he said softly and disappointed.
“YOU DID?!” the female kangaroo shouted. “MODESTO HAS FOUND WALIBI!” “Yeah,” Modesto replied. “But I'm afraid I've got bad news. I just caught him in a dark and rather narrow alleyway with three guys … ”
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Walibi's revengeIt was already a week ago that Walibi was missing. Modesto was walking through the town towards the shopping center. He had to buy some bread, cheese and meat. He also decided to go looking for a new pair of trousers and some shirts.
In that shopping center was everything underneath one roof. The butcher, the bakery, clothing stores, shoe stores and some restaurants and cafeterias. There was also a little store where you could buy made to measure clothes for a reasonable price. That's also where his cloak comes from.
It's owned by a really nice man. He comes from Asia and is the best clothes maker in all of India. So he says. Maybe when he's going to get married someday, he lets him make another cloak. Specially made for his wedding, hopefully with Rimfire.
On his way he walked past a dark and narrow alleyway. “HEY, YOU!” a voice shouted. Modesto stood still and slowly looked to the side. There stood three guys in black clothes. “I beg your pardon?” he said poli
The missing linkSomehow, Modesto managed to stay in his room for three days. There was nothing what could cheer him up or make him even slightly happy. Not even playing the piano or singing. Nestor brought him something to eat every now and then.
Beatrice and Wilbert both have tried to talk to their son, without any luck. He cried and cried and his pillow was soaking wet. He tried not to think about the lovely time he had with them, for that would make the black spot in his heart even bigger than it already was.
Nestor gently opened the door and Ringo walked in. He jumped onto the bed next to the mourning Modesto. He lifted Modesto's arm with his muzzle and went to lay underneath it. The dog felt that his owner was beyond heartbroken. A tear came out of its eye and dripped along its whiskers onto the pillow.
Suddenly Modesto's cell phone went off, but he didn't take it. He heard a beep. The voice mail. “This is Walibi's mother,” he heard a voice. “Is Walibi still with you?” she
The big lossWalibi heard Modesto's heart pounding behind his thorax. Hour after hour crept by and they didn't change positions. Walibi's head still laid on his muscled chest and Modesto had his arms hit around the little kangaroo's waist.
It was nine o'clock when Nestor came in with his usual silver tray with a cup of coffee. He put it down on the table in the middle of the room, walked towards the sleeping area and opened one of the curtains. The light which came through the window illuminated the resting couple.
The bright light made Modesto wake up and he opened his eyes. “Good morning, master Modesto … and … young master Walibi,” the old man stammered. “May I require what he's doing in your bed?” he asked humbly. “He felt quite lonely,” Modesto lied slightly annoyed.
Walibi also woke up and yawned widely. He looked over. “Hello, Nestor,” he said with a sleepy voice. “I suppose that would be two cups of coffee,” the butle
Brotherly loveModesto woke up. He opened his eyes and found himself holding Walibi against him as if he was a teddy bear. He bended over and saw that his mouth was a bit open while he frowned slightly. One of his ears flapped involuntarily every now and then and he felt his tail press against his legs.
Modesto looked behind him on the clock radio. Just half past six and it was already light outside. He looked back at the kangaroo and sighed deeply. He's so adorable when he's asleep like this, he thought. Suddenly he felt a deep anger from the inside. Why the bloody hell did his parents say no when he asked if Walibi could become his little brother?
And what did his mother mean with, 'you do realise that you also involve your father and me'? He was HIS brother and not theirs. Off course he would become their stepson, but if he didn't care about him or if he didn't want to have him as a little brother he, wouldn't have even been started about it.
He's so incredibly cute, he thought. He r
The nightmareMeanwhile in Monotowny. Walibi just came back from Shimmeria and was on his way home. He walked through an alleyway, for that was a short cut. The sun was setting and the alleyway was dark and cold. He wore his W.A.B.-clothes and his guitar was strapped onto his back. He had the feeling that someone was watching him, so he turned around.
Behind him, across the street, was a three story building. He looked up and there was a man standing on top of the building. He did nothing, just standing there, gazing into the distance. Walibi looked better and recognised Modesto in that man. He was half naked with big muscles and his hair seemed to be longer than usual.
He had bandages around his wrists just like Squad and he had a bandanna wrapped around his head, from which the ends wove together with his long, dark hair in the strong breeze. Suddenly he ran to his side, jumped from the building and landed cat-like onto the pavement. He crossed the road without watching and came walking straight t
The plan“Then I shall give you all the brotherly love you've never had.” “Why don't you let him stay with me? I always wanted to have a brother,” Haaz suddenly said, for he stood behind them. “How long have you've been listening?” Modesto asked. “Long enough to hear what he's planning to do.”
“So, Walibi, if you search for a new home. You can stay with me,” the feline said. “Thanks, Haaz, but I prefer an older brother,” Walibi replied. “You know what?” he said. “I'm staying here with you, my parents wonder where I am, so they're going to search for me. They can't find me and report their son as lost. So in the end I will get my revenge.”
“That's my little brother, always in the mood for some sweet revenge,” Modesto said and hugged him around his shoulders. “I will learn you to play the piano and how to sing. I hope my parents would be delighted to have you as their new son.”
Walibi's wishIt was already Friday again. The week has flown by as if it was nothing. He had enjoyed Austria so much. He enjoyed the time with the cute, little orphaned children he adores and since a long time he had visited the Vienna State Opera building again.
Modesto was preparing himself in the bathroom. He was singing softly while trying his hair in a different style, unfortunately without any success. They could come any moment, for they didn't agree a certain time. He went to his room where the sun shone brightly through the windows, so that meant that it was a lovely day for a back garden swim. He already wore his swimming shorts and a white t-shirt.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Modesto rushed out of his room and ran towards the stairs where he skidded the last meter. He rushed down the stairs and jumped the last three steps after which he landed cat-like and almost soundless onto the hard wooden floor.
He opened the door and there they stood. “Long time, no see,” he laughed and
The explanationMeanwhile Fibi didn't know where to go or what to do, while Modesto sat on a cliff with his legs hanging from the edge, trying to understand. That he held her hands with strangled fingers is one thing. That she hugged him is also acceptable, but a kiss out of nowhere that's a different matter. He wasn't even prepared for it.
An accident, I don't think so, he thought. She did that deliberately. What was she trying to do? Was she trying to make him straight? Yeah right, he thought sarcastically. As if that's going to work out during my lifetime. Or maybe she tried to make Haaz jealous? Those thoughts roamed through his head as Walibi went to sit next to him.
“Where are you thinking about?” he asked. Modesto shook his head. “Everything,” he replied and sighed deeply. “It's … ” and vaguely gazed into the distance. “Why did she do it?” he said and looked at the kangaroo who was also sitting with his legs over the ed