Notes. The ball is NOT the jellical ball, just fancy party that Bustopher is holding, dont expect their to be refrences to the ball, or singing/danceing cats.
You will have to read to figure things like who ends up with who, cuz i aint telling, who knows mabey ill suprise you ;)
The first few chaps should be easy to follow, but If you get lost then feel free to ask any questions.
Also this is my first story EVER. Suggestions and tips will help alot and are more then welcome!
Setting: Victorian Age, England.
Clothing: Only the Rich cats wear clothing, and sometimes the servents will wear an artical or two. keep in mind haveing no clothing on does not mean they are naked, clothing is just used as a symbol of wealth.
Picture the cats the way you do in the DVD. I focus alot on the Human aswell as the feline side.
WARNING: anything can happen, Graphic sex, character death, Violence, Slash, Harsh language. you have been warned.
Copy Right: I Do own CATS musical, but only in the form of a DVD. (C) RUG
Special thanks to: CrazyIndigoChild: for without her, you would not be able to read past my spelling errors ;)
Chapter 1 - Preparation
Quaxo stood at a large bay window that overlooked the large ammount of land owned by his uncle Bustopher. From the window he could see the fields that stretched to the outer edges of the property; a great fence separated the rich lands from commoners. He noticed the entrance gates open followed by a carriage rolling up the path leading to the mansion's main entrance. He sighed, realizing that important guests would start showing up for tonight's ball. Quaxo turned from the bay window and began walking towards his room; imagining how the night would unfold.
He happened to cross paths with his sister Victoria. She gave him a friendly smile and linked her arm with his as they continued down the hall.
"Looking forward to tonight, Mistoffelees?" she asked with a big, teasing grin on her face.
"You know im not," he sighed. "Its going to be a long night" Quaxo said already exhausted from thinking about it. "No matter how I imagine it; I cant see myself enjoying this"
Victoria frowned at that, they were both feeling bitter about being introduced to Bustophers list of suitable mates.
"Way to be an optomist, Misto" Victoria said shaking her head disappointingly at her brother
"You know Mistoffelees is only my stage name," Quaxo frowned a bit. "If Bustopher heard you adressing me th-"
Victoria groaned; cutting him off, "Its not like calling you Quaxo makes you more sophisticated" she held her paw at neck level, pouting her lips in imitation of higher class.
Quaxo smiled at that; happy that at least one of them was making the best of the situation.
"Bustopher seems to think 'Quaxo' would give a better impression. People might be put off that I'm named after the devil," he said with a slight grin
As they approched his bedroom, Quaxo suggested that Victoria start preparing for the evening's events. She agreed before walking off with a less than enthusiastic expression.
As Misto opened the door to his bedroom he noticed a tall white and brown tom laying a neatly pressed suit out on his bed. The tom looked up as he heard Mistoffelees walk in; reveling the black patterns that were accenting his features. He smiled kindly and bowed his head respectfully as Misto made his way across the room.
"Bowing isn't necessary." He extended his hand to the other tom. "Im Quaxo, and you are..."
"My apology, I'm Plato," he said taking Misto's hand in his own. "I came in with the new staff. Bustopher requested that I made sure you were getting ready... about 15 minuts ago"
Misto retreated his hand from Plato's and made his way to the bed where his suit was layed out. He ran his fingers over the sleeve before turning to Plato. "This is what Bustopher has chosen for me this evening?"
"Yes. I have layed out everything you require for tonight's gathering."
Misto looked down at the suit again. "Thank you, that will be all," he said as he started unbuttoning his shirt. Plat, startled, quickly stumbled out of the room. Misto looked over his shoulder and smirked seductively at the taller tom as he closed the door behind him.
Plato leaned back on the door, staring down the empty hall and admiring the expensive portraits and detailed carvings that dressed the walls. The sound of a closing door brought his attention to a beautiful young queen in a peculiar loose, white gown with pink ribbons hanging at the edges. She turned in his direction to find him staring. He quickly realized his rude, unprofessional behaviour and worked to regain his posture; standing tall with his hands behind his back as she walked up to him. He noticed her dress wasn't finished being tied together at the back, which would explain the awkward way it hung off her body. He bowed his head and smiled a kind and mildly flirtatious smile as she stopped in front of him.
"Is there anything I can help you with miss?"
"I would like access to my brother's room if you dont mind."
Plato quickly change his demeanor to a more conservative tone as he realized he was in the presence of Bustopher's niece, Victoria. Plato moved aside, allowing the young aristocrat entry. Victoria walked into her brother's room, giving little warning to the dressing cat inside. The black and white tom, who had just finished buttoning his dress shirt, looked over his shoulder in surprise to see Victoria walking towards him. A grin on her face. She glanced back at the door before turning to explain herself to a now confused Misto. "Did you see the new butler?" she asked excitedly.
Misto realized she must have encountered Plato on the way over. "Uhhh, yeah I think his name was Plato or something," he replied, keeping his expression blank. "What brings you here anyway?" Misto asked, getting Victoria's attention for she was looking back at door.
She turned to him as if she was just made aware of his presence, taking a minute to remeber why she was there in the first place. "Ohhh... I- uhh, need you to tie up my dress for me." She turned her back to him, showing the loose silk ribbons dangling off her dress.
"What happend to your maids? They are there to make sure don't waltz out of your room with a bare midriff," he frowned as he took the first two ribbons and began tying them into bows. "Bustopher has everyone busy enough, what with organizing the ball. I wouldn't want to add to the stress."
"I should have guessed as much... Maybe you should have gotten Plato to help," Misto teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively at the young queen. Victoria turned to Misto; a light blush showing through her white fur.
"You know as well as I do that it's inappropriate for a lady to have a man help her with dressing," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Do I not qualify for a man anymore?" Misto asked, chuckling lightly
Victoria rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean. Family doesn't count."
"I'd hate to disagree with you... so I won't. Your dress is done." Victoria walked over to a nearby mirror hanging over a bassinet, she turned in a full circle; inspecting her brother's work. " It looks perfect, Misto, thank you!" Victoria exclaimed as she pulled Misto into a tight hug.
"When your ready, wait for me in the hall. Don't you dare go down without me!" She warned as she broke the hug.
"Alright I'll wait for you," Misto sighed. "But you have to hurry; we're already expected."
Victoria nodded before she turned for the door and hesitantly opened it, hoping the tall brown cat would have retired from his post in front of Misto's room. To her relief the tom was nowhere in sight. Victoria felt a surprising rush of disappointment as she entered her bedroom uninterrupted.
Misto was leaning against the wall; tapping his feet impatiently before walking down the hall. He stopped to knock on Victoria's door. "How long does it take to fluff your fur?" he jiggled the door knob to find the door locked.
"Sorry Misto but unlike you I lock my door!" Victoria shouted from the other side. Misto slid down the wall to sit on the floor where he waited impatiently. His attention was diverted when he heard someone's approach. He looked up to see Plato walking towards him. Misto smirked, motioning towards his sister. He held out his hand as Plato lifted him off the floor to his feet.
"Bustopher would be upset seeing you dirty your suit on the floor"
"Bustopher is lucky I'm wearing this at all," he joked as he dusted off his pants.
"Sorry if I'm being a nuisance. When are the others going to be ready?"
Quaxo smiled seductively at the serving tom. "What's wrong, Plato? Don't like my company?" he cooed; closing the gap between them.
Plato blushed hotly and started to back up from the black tux. "I- uhhh... its not that... just...you know..." he said stammering as he tried to explain himself to the flirtatious young tom.
Quaxo smiled, amused by the challenge the other tom was promising. "Victoria will be out soon, you know how girls are."
Plato continued to smile nervously as Quaxo began walking closer once again "what..what about Mistoffelees?"
Quaxo stopped and raised a brow in confusion at the other tom, "ohhh...Misoffelees wont be joining us at the ball, hes out of town," Quaxo said deciding it best not to give away his identity to the now suspicious servant. 'how does Plato know about my ineffable name?' Quaxo wonderd as he continued to question Plato; Noting the sound of a opening door.
Quaxo was quickly brought back to reality. He noticed Plato staring past him in awe, he turned turned around to see Victoria standing at the door in a flowing, white gown that accented her light pink nose and chestnut brown eyes, that were staring back into Plato's. Quaxo cleared his throat; gaining the others' attention.
"Maybe we should head down to the ball before Bustopher sends others to look for us," Quaxo suggested as he waled past Plato, bumping him out of his staring contest with Victoria.
"Uhhh yeah, that's a good idea," Plato agreed, Victoria nodded catching up to Quaxo; walking closely beside him. Plato followed behind the two as they silently made their way to the ball.
Well... did you like it? to short? to long? to confuseing? to many questions!
Chapter 2 will be up shortly