Hi! This is my fifth Cats fanfic I think, and my third Misto+Tugger one! There's nothing graphic at all about the gay sex so if you don't like slashes then you can still appreciate this because it's quite different than any other Cats fanfic I've seen. If you've seen J. Edgar, then it's kind of like that. The cats are in human setting, which I've never done before. They weren't like real people in any of my other stories, so bare with me.

Basically, since Tugger is a son of Deuteronomy, he has a high rank and had a big responsiblity. When I say "The Junkyard" that's kind of like saying "America" like a country, but like a very small country with a small population, and one school (wink).

It's also written in two ways. When it's not in italics, then it's no one's POV and present time, kind of. When it is in italics, then it's Artemis's POV as he's interviewing the Rum Tum Tugger for a biography, so also as citizens are reading it. Though a lot of time it's Tugger's words, for the majority actually, and Artemis hardly ever says "me" or "I" or talks of himself at all. Mmkay? They wear human clothes and are aged in human years.

This is seriously new for me cause none of my other stories have come similar to this in any way. Enjoy!

"Mr. Tugger? The writer is here to see you."

"Thank you Miss Bomba, send him in," said the old tom sitting behind his desk. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror on his closet door. He tilted his head as he remembered the glory days, when he had looked so good and young. His maine had been so fluffed and now he just let it fall so his head looked like a trapezoid. When he was young he would've cared. He had wrinkles but not many for someone his age and his hair was graying though you could still see shades of his fiery maine. He had gotten shorter but was still tall since he had always been tall. He hadn't gained much weight, his torso was just larger on the sides but he wasn't fat or anything. He was simply old, but an attractive, sophisticated old tom.

He shut the closet door once the young reporter came in. He looked familiar from somewhere, but couldn't quite think of how. "Hello," said the Rum Tum Tugger.

"Hi, Mr. Tugger," said the young tom. "I'm Artemis. Uh, you knew my parents, actually. Admetus and Etcetera."

"Oh, right, right, that's where you look familiar. Huh, so they did get married. Well then, sit down."

"Yes sir," said Artemis.

The Rum Tum Tugger sat behind his desk and propped his feet onto the table, crossing them. "So, where shall we begin?"

"Well, we begin with the beginning of you, Mr. Tugger."

"Very well then...Let's see, where to begin?"

"How about the day you were born?"

"Right, right, well..."

A queen with fiery but graying fur was sitting in the secretary's seat when I emerged into the Rum Tum Tugger's building. It was a small, spacious room with simply a desk and two doors, a coat rack, shelves with books, and then two chairs and a sofa. There were also pictures on the walls, and a few degrees and licenses, too. Though there was one picture that stuck out to me most, and it wasn't on the wall. Instead, it was on the secretary's desk. I noticed it when the secretary stood up to reach a book behind her. It was of Mr. Tugger when he was very young, a new tom, with the secretary, his brother Munkustrap, his wife Demeter, and then a peculiar looking tom, who I think wasn't even a tom yet when that picture was taken. It was strange, because I didn't have any clue as to who the mysterious cat was. I could generally recognize any Jellicle, so I started to think that the tuxedo cat wasn't a Jellicle. Though I couldn't understand why those four would take a picture, look happy and friendly with someone who was not from the Junkyard.

"Ah, you must be Artemis," said the secretary with a rough voice that was probably sultry in her glory days. "I'm Bombalurina," she said.

"Right, right, Bombalurina," I said and shook her hand. "I've heard about you before. Alonzo's wife, of course."

She smiled tightly at the name of her husband and sat down. She pressed a button on her phone and said, "Mr. Tugger, the writer is here to see you." She let go of the button and smiled a pretty smile at me. "He's all yours. That door." She pointed to the door to the right."

I entered and saw Mr. Tugger shutting a closet door. The office was large and extravagent, which isn't that surprising since it is the Rum Tum Tugger's office. The carpet was plush and gold and red with a regal design. Bookshelves were stacked very high, high enough that a sliding ladder was attatched. The desk was a deep brown, nicely polished and a large, leather chair was placed behind it. The desk was nicely arranged, matching the rest of the Romantic decor. Despite the exuberance of the room, the Rum Tum Tugger stood out most, even with his graying self. You could still see streaks of gold in his fur and the leopard spots that were hiding behind his all black attire on his wrists and chest weren't gray at all. Though it was his golden eyes that pierced through the gaudy room like a light through darkness. In the picture on the secretary's desl, his eyes looked devious and exhilarated, and once I saw them as we stood in his office, they were full of understanding, maturity, nostalgia, and they had a hint of mischievousness.

"Hello," he said, his voice deep in great shape for a tom his age.

"Hi Mr. Tugger," I replied, and I found myself nervous in the great tom's presence. "I'm Artemis. Uh, you knew my parents, actually. Admetus and Etcetera."

"Oh, right, right, that's where you look familiar. Huh, so they did get married," he said, looking down slightly as the nostalgia in his eyes grew, but quickly diminished. "Well then, sit down."

"Yes sir." I sat down in one of the ruby colored chairs, setting my recorder down next to me and having my notepad in my hand.

Mr. Tugger sat behind his desk in his large chair that suited him very well, making him appear like he was sitting in a throne. He propped his feet onto the desk, crossing them, and I found the pose quite relaxed, very much if his nature, and also quite feminine. "So, where shall we begin?" he asked.

"Well, we begin with the beginning of you, Mr. Tugger."

"Very well then...Let's see, where to begin?"

"How about the day you were born?"

"Right, right, well..." He gave a sigh and tilted his head up. "I was born on a Friday, in August. It was in the afternoon and the sun was shining gloriously, or so my father told me. Unfortunately, my mother passed way after giving birth to me, so my birthday has never been a joyous one. It was always somber as we remembered that I was the reason for my mother's death." His face grew stonish as he spoke, and I realized that he was surpressing his emotions so naturally, like he did it all the time, and that is most definitely not in the Rum Tum Tugger's nature. "It really hurt my brothers, but yet they never blamed me. They both treated me so lovingly, and yet when I was a kit I favored Macavity just because he'd do funner things, but thinking about it now, Munkustrap was the one who was most caring towards me. He always made sure I did my homework, even though the homework was hardly adequate for any kit at that time." The edges of his lips curled up slightly, and I saw for the first time in my life, the devilish smirk that was so famous from the Rum Tum Tugger. "Both of them made me the tom I am today. Macavity made me the wild, boisterous flirt while Munk made me tamed and focused. If Munk hadn't been there, I wouldn't have amounted to anything." His face grew to stone again. "And I never did tell him how thankful I was for him, despite how much I was pestered to tell him by..." He looked up at me and there was almost contempt in his eyes, which made me fidget.

"Uh, can you tell me how your school life influenced you to make the Academies?" I asked, wanting to get that glare from his eyes.

He relaxed into his seat to my relief and said, "The school was horrible. It taught you nothing you wanted to learn or that you needed to know. That's why the Junkyard was shot to Hell, because no one could learn what they needed to learn to sustain a country. We only had one doctor at that time and no dentist and everyone else had to settle on jobs that anyone could do. I hated it. So - I started the academies."

"Would you like to give your definition of the Academies?"

"The Academies are a group of schools that are specific for whatever a Jellicle wants to learn. If someone wants to learn to be a doctor, they go to the medical school. If they want to be a protector, they go to the defense school. These Academies helped stimulate the economy tremendously, and have practically saved the Junkyard."

I smiled. It was all true. "Before I go into anything more about the Academies, everyone wants to hear your opinion of your high school days. care to elaborate?"

Then he flashed a grin and nostalgia grew in his eyes again. "Of course. My brother Munkustrap was only in a grade higer than me and we were pretty inseparable during that time. I got on his nerves constantly, but he got on mine, too, even though he never admitted it. We had the same clique all through school. The ones in Munk's grade were him, Demeter, Mungojerrie, Coricopat and Tantomile, and Exotica. The ones in my grade were Bomba, Rumpleteazer, your father, and Alonzo. We were a close group, and only some of the younger kits ever got acknowledged by us."

"Do you mind if I be frank, sir?"

"Go right ahead. I have an idea of what you're going to say and I've prepared myself."

"People say you were a slut in high school. Care to state your opinion?"

He smirked again. "I was not a slut, but I was slutty, if that makes sense. I didn't have sex with people as much as the media liked to say. No, I first lost my virginity to Bombalurina, and that's why she was so attatched to me forever, always getting jealous and possessive. Though thankfully she figured out who she truly loved, but that was sad for her actually because their love was forbidden." He looked at me and then furrowed his brow. "Excuse me a moment." Then he stood up and left the office as I was left alone, confused.

The Rum Tum Tugger left his office during his interview for his biography and went to his secretary, Bomba.

"What is it, Tug?" she asked, calling him her nickname for him since no one else was around.

"I've mentioned you already, Bomba," he said. "I was wondering if I could share your love Demeter."

Bombalurina's face fell, but then she looked down as she contemplated it. "Well, if you do that, you'll have to mention Munk and Zo, but since they're dead they won't mind. Then Demeter probably won't mind either, since she hardly gets out anymore. So, I suppose you can." She looked up at him. "Are you...are you going to mention Mistoffelees?"

Tugger sighed. "I'm going to mention him, but I don't know the extent I'll go."

She smiled. "I think you should let the country know the truth."

The Rum Tum Tugger sighed. "You're right, but that doesn't mean I'll tell him."

"You always do what's right, Tug."

"Not always, Bomba, not always."

The Rum Tum Tugger returned to his office and sat down in his chair, propping his legs up again. "Sorry," he said. "I had to get consent."

"Consent?" I asked. "Consent of what?"

"To reveal to the country of two intertwined love affairs."

"Whose?"

He gave a devilish smirk, like what he was about to reveal to me would impact the world. "Well, Bomba had developed feelings for Demeter, adn Demeter had them in return. Though since that type of relationship isn't allowed, then they kept it a secret - and still are."

"So - Bomba cheated on her husband and Demeter cheated on her's, too?" I asked, stunned. It was baffling, because this apparently started in high school and yet Demeter still got married to Munkustrap and Bombalurina still got married to Alonzo. A suspicion of who the other love affair might pertain to grew in me, and before I could ask about it, Mr. Tugger clarified it for me.

"My brother cheated on Demeter with Bombalurina's husband, Alonzo. Though then Munkustrap was becoming known to the country since he was going to be the Protector and since Alonzo was his second in command, they had to keep questions as to why they never dated down, and so they were put into sham marriages. Luckily they had houses right next to each other. All the Jellicles thought that Bomba and Zo lived in one while Deme and Munk lived in another, and that might've been what the deeds said, but really it was Bomba and Deme and Munk and Zo." He laughed shortly. "It's so tragically funny."

It was stunning to me, and to think that I was going to be the one to let the world know. "What are your thoughts on homosexuality? We all know you and your brother had some type of conflict, was it the fact that he was gay?"

He laughed again, and quite hysterically, too. "No, that's not why my brother and I fought at all. I have no problem with homosexuality or any type of sexuality." His smile faded as he looked into his hands that were folded over his lap. "No, I don't think there's anything wrong with homosexuals...considering I am one."

Oh Tugger, he sure knows how to make a show of things =)

So, comment and tell me what you think! The next chapter should be here tomorrow! ^..^