This is an idea that and I came up with and we couldn't resist doing! I wrote the Bombalurina and Victoria parts, she wrote the Misto and Tugger parts.
Little Mistoffelees was a rather funny kitten. Most of the other toms his age, especially Pouncival, wanted to wrestle and be rude. He was slightly different. He did enjoy wrestling, but he currently had something else on his young mind. Playing could wait.
He saw the red queen sitting alone and he felt very sad for her. She was all alone and looked very upset. The young boy had a huge crush on her, so he couldn't help but slip out from Jenny's watchful care and approach Bombalurina.
Bombalurina sat upon the tire feeling sorry for herself. Having been dumped by Tugger for the second time, she was at a very low place.
She glared at him from across the junkyard, but he never took notice. He was too busy with Cassandra. Bombalurina made a mental note to ignore her for a couple days in retaliation.
"M-Miss Bombalurina?" Mistoffelees squeaked, standing before the tire at her paws.
He felt so nervous about being near her. She was so pretty and lovely. She was the most perfect queen in the whole yard.
Bombalurina raised an eyebrow at him. "Miss? Uh, Misto you can just call me Bombs or Bomba, you know."
"Oh, okay, Bombs or Bomba," The little tom replied as his gaze met the ground and he blush profusely.
Bombalurina chuckled a little bit under her breath. "You, uh, want something kid?"
"Why do you look so sad?" he asked, cocking his head to the side and his wide brown eyes finally met with her green ones.
Bombalurina looked at him for a second before shaking her head. "You wouldn't understand."
"But, but I could," He exclaimed, inching closer to her, "I know Tugger hurts you lots. He can be a real meanie!"
Bombalurina scoffed. "What makes you think it's him I'm sad about?"
Had news really carried that fast? That even the kittens knew? Why was her private life never private any more?
Misto ducked his head and his ears went flat. he hated to be wrong. It made him feel stupid and bad all at once. He was too young to know how feeling inferior was.
"Well, he talks a lot about you... and you fight a lot," He muttered softly, "And I stay with him, so I hear him talk lots about you,"
Bombalurina's ears perked. "What exactly does he say about me?"
"He says that you are stubborn and pretty and hot and stuff," Misto replied as he placed a gentle paw upon Bomba's lap.
Bombalurina stared at Misto for a second, then had to fight a giggling fit. Was this little Tom seriously hitting on her?
"Oh? What else did he say?" She asked trying to be nonchalant as she picked up his paw and moved it off her lap.
"That I don't have a chance," he huffed and picked at his knee fur, "But, I told him that you call me cute,"
"Well, uh, cute as in like-" She really didn't know how to explain it to the little kitten with out hurting his feelings.
"Cute," he stated, thinking he was finishing for her.
He leaned against her and sighed. He didn't know why all of the adults spoke so rudely about Bomba. She was nice to him, and he was pretty new to the yard. No cats liked him very much, at least, he didn't think they did. He was just glad Bomba hadn't given him a black eye, like Plato had. he knew the tom hadn't meant to, but he was now afraid of him.
Bombalurina coughed a bit, and scooted away. "Anyways, is there anything else you want to talk about?"
"Oh! Yeah!" he exclaimed with a little giggle and tried to get his paws to spark a few times before a picture appeared in them, "I made this picture for you! It's me and Tugger and you!"
Bombalurina looked down at the picture, and was stunned for a second. It was a picture of Misto extremely tall and muscular holding a damsel-in-distress looking Bombalurina and a small looking Tugger laying defeated at his feet. It was also covered in glitter and had a macaroni boarder.
"It's very... Nice, Misto." She said covering her grin with her hand. It was getting increasingly harder not to laugh.
"You are the only queen who listens to me," he gushed, taking her paw in his tiny one.
"Uh, well Misto you know you're a little, uh..." Young? Naive? Both?
"Kitten?" he asked, his tiny features falling as he did so.
"Well yeah." She felt awful for hurting this little Tom's feelings, but she had to be realistic. "Aren't you a little young for crushes, anyways? I thought Toms your age think Queens have cooties."
"Y-you're different," Mistoffelees muttered gently, pressing his little paws onto lap just so his big brown eyes could look into her emerald green ones, "You don't have any. You're purr-fect,"
Bombalurina bit her lip and leaned away from him. This kid just can't stop, can he?
"Look, Misto, honestly, I'm flattered, but I just don't think..."
"That I'm old enough or handsome enough?" he asked, his hopes falling yet again, "If you could wait for me to get big, we could be mates..."
"Whoa whoa whoa... Slow down!" Bombalurina said with wide eyes. "Misto, you're five years old and you're already planning our mateship? Kid, I don't plan on settling down anytime soon. Besides, by the time you're old enough to get mated, I'm positive you'll have your eye on another Queen. One preferably your own age."
"Uh-uh!" he disagreed stubbornly with a shake of his head and he crossed his arms over his fluffy white chest, "You are the only queen ever! You are so pretty! And hot! I will only marry you!"
"I hate to break it to you, kid," a smooth voice interjected, coming around the corner to reveal the Rum Tum Tugger himself, "Bombs is right. She's too old for you kid,"
Mistoffelees growled a little bit and glared at Tugger. Tugger was always beating him at something. One day, he would be far better than him. Even a better tom and entertainer.
Bombalurina stiffened at the site of the large Tom. She was still mad at him for breaking up with her. More than mad. She could barely stand to be near him. Well, of course she could. And under normal circumstances she'd probably quite enjoy his company. But after the breakup she could hardly be within fifteen feet of him.
"I'm going to, uh, go." She said quietly, moving to get off tire.
"Ugh, c'mon!" Tugger exclaimed, "You can't still be made at me!"
Little Mistoffelees sighed and quietly slid off of the tire and ambled on to find his best friend Victoria. She was only three, but she was good enough company. She followed him around as if she was his shadow. He couldn't understand how she was so fond of him. At least he didn't have to be jealous of Tugger so much.
"For a Tom who's around Queens as much as you are, you're severely clueless." She growled. "You can't break up with a Queen and expect her to be friendly around you after two days."
"Broke up with you because you asked me to!" he snarled in return, "You have to flatter your ego by flirting with 5 year olds! Isn't that a little low for you?"
Bombalurina's jaw dropped in outrage and disgust. "I was not flirting. And if you're so jealous that me talking to a five year old is making you angry, I'm sure as heck glad we broke up. Though, I guess it's fitting considering you act like a five year old sometimes. When you're at your most mature.
"Listen you!" He hissed, taking a menacing step towards the bristling queen, "I may be immature, but as crazy as it sounds, I am jealous! Everything I do is to impress you, whether you are or not! I just can't believe I waste all my time and feeling on you! I'm not the only clueless one, Bombs!"
"Oh, so it's my fault now, right? You're the victim? I'm just some heartless hussy who was playing for fun. Mister 'The Rum Tum TUgger does not get tied down.'" She spat. "Well, fine then. I'll just get right out of your way, you never have to feel obligated to speak to me again. Sound good?"
"No, that does not sound good!" Tugger exclaimed heatedly, coming nose to nose with her, "I don't want to stop talking, don't you get it? I don't want you mad at me and I don't wanna hurt you! I didn't mean to! I hate it when you ignore me!"
"So you thought breaking up with me wouldn't hurt me? For goodness sakes Tugger!" She growled. "Fine, I won't ignore you. What did you come over here to tell me? I'm listening."
"It hurts you less if you aren't involved with me like that," Tugger muttered, uncharacteristically quiet, "I just came over here to say... well... um... I'm... ugh... I'm sorry. I'm just no good for you, I guess,"
Bombalurina looked up at him, quiet for a second. In the amount of time she had known Tugger, he had never, not once, said sorry to her. He never really said sorry to anyone. That just wasn't his style. Bombalurina felt a swell of emotion towards him. She could never stay mad at him for very long.
"You're right. You are no good." She smirked. "But, you know... I do have a thing for bad boys."
The Rum Tum Tugger couldn't help the goofy grin that spread over his face. He hadn't meant to apologize, actually, but it had worked in his favor. He would only ever apologize to her, though. His older brother Munk wouldn't get such treatment, that was certain.
He took a step towards her and placed a paw upon her side. He looked her over and pulled her to himself.
"So, does that mean you're not mad at me anymore?" He purred.
"Not for now. But you're on thin ice, Mister." She scolded, placing a paw on his chest.
"Is there any way I could thicken that ice?" he asked her playfully, stroking his free paw over her cheek.
"I'll think about it." Bombalurina purred, giving his cheek a lick.
"Well, do let me know when you come up with something," he whispered through his purr and gently brought his lips upon hers.
For the first time in a long time, he wasn't even bothered about knowing if he was or wasn't with her. The status of their relationship didn't matter to him. Just so long as he was near her, he was fine.
Victoria sat upon the ground playing around with a beat up mouse toy Jennyanydots had given her to play with. She was never much of a boisterous player- she more liked to sit and sing songs to herself or play quietly with a ball of string.
She looked up from her mouse to see Mistoffelees heading towards her with a frown. She liked Mistoffelees. He was always really nice to her. He didn't ask her to play sports or wrestle like the other kittens. He just talked mostly. Which was good, because she liked listening.
"Misto, what's wrong? Why are you sad?"
"I don't wanna talk about it," he huffed as he seated himself beside her.
He eyed her mouse toy for a minute and couldn't help but bat at it's tail. Being so young, his instincts were harder to fight and resist. besides, he was only little and he had plenty more years to play.
"Okay." Victoria shrugged. If he wanted to tell he would, anyways.
"Wanna play?" She asked.
Mistoffelees decided that very moment never to tell Victoria about his adoration for Bomba. Once he and Bombalurina were mates, Victoria could discover his secret then and only then. He hooked a claw into the limp stuff toy and grinned at his friend.
"You wanna play hunt?" he asked her with a silly little smirk he had been starting to develop.
"Okay!" She squealed, bouncing excitedly. "How do you play?"
"C'mon!" he exclaimed, hastily jumping up with the lifeless toy mouse in paw, "I'll show ya!"
With that said he dashed off into a more secluded area; all the while checking over his shoulder to make sure she was following right behind him. All of his previous thoughts and notions about Bomba were forgotten now and he entirely forgot all of his vows and promises. He was wrapped up in Victoria now, and would be so from then on out.