Under the Jellicle Dawn.
I don't own Cats or anything like that.
No good deed goes unpunished, that was what Mistoffelees' father had told him once and right now it certainly proved to be true.
Sure, during the ball he'd been hailed as a hero for bringing back Old Deuteronomy from the clutches of Macavity, but once the ball was over then came the sideways glances, the hushed whispers, and the questions started coming. He had finally managed to sneak away from the other cats too the border of the junkyard hoping to find a hole in the fence that he could creep though and go home to his human house. Before he had the chance to do so he was suddenly knocked to the ground by another cat jumping on him.
"Tugger! Get off of me!" He said looking up into the eyes of the one and only Rum Tum Tugger who was now straddling him.
"I have been looking for you everywhere," Tugger said ignoring him.
"You're heavy, get off!"
"What did you think of the song?" He asked the tuxedo cat excitedly.
"You're crushing me! Get off!"
"What did you think of the song?"
"I can't breath, get off!"
"What did you think of the song?"
"I'll tell you after you get off me!"
"Tell me first and then I'll get off you," The Mane Coon told him crossing his arms.
"Being your usual difficult self I see," Mistoffelees huffed.
"Me?" Tugger asked in offended tone. "I'm asking you a simple question and you won't even answer me! Not even a vague or an aloof answer. You're just… ahhh!" Tugger screamed jumping off him. "You, you zapped me in the butt again!"
"That's what you get for not getting off of me when I asked," Mistoffelees said sitting up and brushing himself off.
"What was the first time for?" Tugger asked clearing the smoke away from his fanny.
"That was an accident."
"Accident my magnificent rear," Tugger retorted.
"Well look at it this way Tug, at least you have matching scorch marks," He smirked.
"What?" Tugger cried alarmed before turning around in circles tying to get a good look at his backside.
"I was only joking Tug!" Mistoffelees said laughing. "Your 'magnificent rear' as you put it is fine. Besides with that black coat of yours no one would be able to tell."
Tugger huffed before sitting down beside him. "Why do I put up with you?"
"For the same reason I put up with you. Now I believe you had question for me?"
"I ask again what did you think of song?"
"Which song, Tug? There were many tonight."
"You know very well which song. The song I sang for you. Did you…" He paused showing a hint of uncertainty. "Well you did like it didn't you?"
Mistoffelees smiled before answering him. "I loved it."
Tugger's face lit up like a kitten getting their first toy to play with before quickly going back to his normal smug with a hint of disinterest expression.
"Well," Tugger said as he began to examine his claws. "I've been composing it for quite some time."
"What?" Mistoffelees asked surprised.
"Sure I'm an artistic genius and all and probably could think up a decent song on the spot…"
"Why in Heaviside's name would you compose a song for me?"
"Because you deserve a song Misto! Look you know your powers aren't the reason why I love you, but I can't help being in awe of them and of you. It's not just what you can do, it's your dedication your craft. You work so hard to perfect it even if you think no one will ever see it. It took you three mouths for you to be happy with your conjuring turn despite it being perfect the on the first try!
"I threw up the first time I did the conjuring turn."
"Regardless, you are phenomenal and I wanted the tribe to know it."
"So what, you were just going to start randomly singing about me?"
"No," Tugger said head-butting him affectionately. "I thought that instead of doing a play, you could do a magic show to entertain Old Deuteronomy."
"Oh? And when were you going to let me in on your genius plan?"
"Well I had to get Old Deuteronomy's approval first."
"And did you?" The Tux asked resting his front paws on the larger tom's knee.
"Father did like the idea of a magic show, but didn't think you'd do it. After all there is nobody shyer then you," Tugger said scratching him under the chin causing Mistoffelees too purr.
"I am not shy," Mistoffelees told him with a hint offence in his voice. "I just like keeping to myself and not showing off, unlike you. Beside if Old Deuteronomy requested of me to preform a magic show for him at ball I'd do it."
"Would you?"
"Yes especially if meant not having to be subjected to your horrible 'bag pip' playing," He said dryly.
Tugger scowled and stopped scratching under Mistoffelees chin.
"Don't stop scratching Tugger, that felt so nice."
"I'll give you a scratch," Tugger said raising his paw playfully as if to swat him across the face. Mistoffelees for his part flopped over on his side 'submitting.' Tugger smirked before resting the back of his head on Mistoffelees side.
"Just for that remark, at next years ball I will start your song off with a 'bag pip' solo in the beginning."
Spitting out some of Tugger fur from his mane that had gotten in his mouth, Mistoffelees asked.
"Why would you be singing about me at nest years ball?"
Tugger rolled over to face him before answering.
"Because my dear, Mr. Mistoffelees," He began once again scratching under the tux's chin. "Next year you will be doing a magic show at the ball."
"Oh?" Mistoffelees question this time swatting Tugger's paw away. "And when pray tell was that decided?"
"Oh come on Misto! After your magical display at the ball, you're going to be on demand to perform at the next. I wouldn't be surprised if you were almost as popular as me," Tugger told him, licking his own paw and bushing it against his mane.
"I wouldn't bet on that," The magical cat said dryly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Tugger asked him frowning.
Mistoffelees sighed wishing he'd kept quite.
"Look Tug, it's nothing really."
"What's nothing really?" The Curious cat inquired sitting up crossing his arms. "Did someone say something to upset you?"
"Look it's nothing," The magic cat told him once again. He really didn't want Tugger to know what had been said to him, since The Rum Tum Tugger had a tendency to be over protective of him and being a cat who will do as he do, do, and Mistoffelees was worried what Tugger would do.
"I have ways of making you talk you know," Tugger told him archly.
"No you don't!" Mistoffelees said in incredulity.
"Oh, don't I?" Tugger asked him with a devilish grin and before the glittery cat could think of a response Tugger once gain pounced on him only this time began to viciously lick him.
"Tugger!" Mistoffelees cried annoyed, trying to kick him off. "Stop this at once! You're licking my fur the wrong way again! You're slobbering all over me. Worse when a Peke and a Pollicle put toget…blah! Tugger, don't lick my mouth when I'm yelling at you! Will you please stop! What is with this strange obsession with licking me anyway? Don't lick my nose! Ow! Your collar is poking me! Ow, ow, ow!" Despite all of Mistoffelees protects Tugger still continued to lick him. "Rum Tum Tugger!" Mistoffelees said sounding alarmed. "I swear if you dare lick me any lower then my stomach will hurt you!" He said trying to pull his tail up between his legs.
Tugger abruptly stopped licking him and looked up at him with a very offended and hurt look on his face.
"Mr. Mistoffelees! I would think you of all cats would know I would never something like that to you without your consent and especially somewhere any cat or kitten might stumble upon us! And what's more!" As Tugger was giving his speech about how he was just a misunderstood flirt with a heart of gold Mistoffelees took that opportunity to try and escape him.
Tugger was having none of that. He quickly pounced Mistoffelees once again and the two toms ended up briefly wrestling. It ended with Tugger pinning Mistoffelees face down on the ground. Then with one swift move he licked Mistoffelees from the base of his tail to the top of his head. The tuxedo cat let out a noise that sounded like a strangled hiss as he tail puffed up.
"You ready to talk?" Tugger breathed in his ear. "Or I have to continue licking you?"
Mistoffelees turned his head to the side so he could face Tugger.
"You are one sick and twisted cat. Do you know that?" He deadpanned.
"I know, I love you too my darling," Tugger purred.
"Let me up and I'll talk and don't call me darling."
Once sitting up the magic cat began to smooth down his fur muttering how his mother had never even licked him that intensely.
"Mistoffelees my patience's is wearing thin," Tugger said before licking the side of Mistoffelees' face.
"When you're hacking up hairballs later, you'll get no sympathy from me!"
"Misto…"
"Fine, fine… It started with Jennyanydots and Jellylorum demanding to know to about the seven kittens I'd produced out of a hat."
"What did they want to know?"
"Who were they? Did they have a mother, and why didn't he bring them to junkyard? I told them the seven kittens were my younger brothers and sisters (three brothers four sisters to be exact) and yes they had a mother, my mother! I told them I had been watching them for the afternoon so our mother could get some much-needed rest and the reason I did not bring them to junkyard yet was because they were still too little. They seemed satisfied with my answers, but there was something about the way they had looked at me like they didn't truly believe me," The tuxedo cat told him pouting slightly.
"Ah the mini Misto's," Tugger said fondly. "Already causing you trouble."
"And whose real fault is that?" Mistoffelees asked giving Tugger a pointed look. Tugger head-butted him before responding.
"Oh come on Misto! That was one of the most amazing feat of magic I've seen you do! I had to put it in the song."
"What was so amazing about it?" The magical cat asked as he began to smooth down his tail.
Tugger could only give him look that said 'You have to be kidding me.' Before speaking. "Your little brothers and sisters live in Bloomsbury with your partners correct?"
"Yes in Russell Square to be correct."
"We don't live in Bloomsbury. And you produced them out of the hat when we were not in Bloomsbury, but your siblings had been only seconds before coming out of the hat."
"And?"
"And that's awesome!"
"Not if you know how to do it. It's a very simple trick."
"Any way," Tugger said putting his arm around his shoulder and pulling the Tuxedo cat closer to him. "Don't worry about Jenny and Jelly, they're just a bit too motherly for their own good. If they had there way they'd take in every orphaned homeless kitten they could find."
"It's not just Jenny and Jelly," Mistoffelees told him.
"Well who else?"
"Victoria," He said sighed.
"Victoria?" Tugger repeated shocked. "She worship and adores you! Almost as much she worship and adores me! I can't picture her being upset with you."
"You will after I tell you what transpired between us earlier."
A/N OK so I'll end chapter one here. I hope you all liked it. A/N