Yes, I've already started a new fic. The idea for this one was brewing even while I was working on "Is There Anyone?" I want to thank my reviewers, few as they were, for reading my last fic. I've not written fanfiction in several years, but I just adore Tugger & Misto so much, I have too!
Pieces
A Tugger/Misto Fanfic
Chapter 1: World On Fire
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The four youngest Jellicles were out playing chase, and Tugger had been asked to keep an eye on them. He sat quietly watching from a distance, but close enough to where he was nearby if needed. Every so often Etcetera would look his direction and wave cheerfully. He would give her a half-hearted wave back.
It had been raining a lot lately. It had rained for hours just last nights. There were still large puddles all over the junkyard. The kittens had been warned sternly not to jump in them.
Tugger looked up, sniffing at the air. It seemed the rain was about to come again.
"Kittens!" Tugger yelled, "The rain's coming! Time to go back!"
"But we're not finished!" Jemima yelled.
They continued to chase each other. Tugger rolled his eyes. Why did Bombalurina ask him, of all cats, to watch the kittens? Tugger felt the trash heap shift behind him, and glanced over his shoulder. "Trying to sneak up on me?"
Misto grinned, "How did you know I was there?"
"There are some of us that you can't sneak up on." Tugger said smugly.
"It's going to rain."
"You don't need magic to know that. Hey!" Tugger called to the kittens again, "I said, time to go back! Now!"
The kittens stopped. "You're no fun!" Electra yelled.
"You're just an old fuddy-duddy!" Jemima yelled.
"I have plenty of fun, just not your kind." Tugger said, wondering why he was attempting to justify himself to kittens.
"I bet Misto would play with us." Etcetera teased. "Come on Misto!"
"Don't you dare." Tugger warned. Misto stayed still. Tugger glared at the kittens, and they finally gathered in their small group, looking timidly up at the older cat. "Good. Let's go. I'll follow."
Tugger started down, and Misto stood behind him. He wasn't exactly sure why, but Misto's playful side suddenly got the better of him. So Tugger couldn't be snuck up on, huh? Misto smirked. He crept up slowly, quiet as the air, and pounced on Tugger, knocking both of them down the trash heap and into the big muddy puddle waiting at the bottom.
The four kittens had turned and seen, and now they were giggling hysterically. Misto was giggling too. The only one who wasn't laughing was Tugger, his furry mane now dirty and dripping wet. "Mistoffelees…" Tugger growled.
"Oh, I'm sorry Tugger, I couldn't resist." Misto said.
Tugger stood up, slinging mud everywhere. "It's not funny Mistoffelees. I don't like being dirty."
"Really?" Misto smiled coyly, "Could've fooled me."
Tugger shoved Misto hard back into the trash heap. He slid to the ground with a flop. "Ow. Tugger!"
"You take the kittens back."
Tugger then headed off in the opposite direction. Misto called after him, "Tugger! I was just playing! I'm sorry!" He sincerely hadn't meant to upset Tugger like that, he didn't know it would bother him so much. He stood up in the puddle, his own coat dripping wet, and looked over at the doe-eyed kittens.
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The rain was really starting to come down, the sky had turned an ominous shade of black. Mistoffelees and the kittens hurried back, diving into the nearest den they could find. There were about ten other cats inside. When storms came, everyone hurried into the closest shelter.
"Mistoffelees! You're filthy!" Demeter said.
"I know. I'm sorry. I had this grand idea of pushing Tugger into a puddle."
"It was funny!" Etcetera exclaimed.
"Where is Tugger?" Bombalurina asked.
"He walked off, got mad at me."
"Pompous jerk." Demeter muttered.
"Well…" Bombalurina eyed the dripping wet cat, "Stay over there until you dry off. We don't want the kittens to catch cold."
Misto curled up near the entrance and waited out the storm with the others. He still couldn't believe Tugger had reacted like he did. Sometimes Tugger let his devil-may-care attitude take things to seriously. Misto was just having fun, trying to get Tugger to stop being so damn cocky all the time. Always strutting around, swishing his tail….swaying his hips…pursing his…lips….
"Misto!"
Misto jumped, "Huh? What?"
"I said your name like, three times." Victoria said, "What were you thinking about?"
"Oh! Nothing." Misto tried to shake off that tingling feeling in his stomach, "What is it Vickie?"
Victoria sat down to rave to Misto about how wonderful things were going with Plato, but eventually, her voice just seemed to trail off. It was coming down in buckets outside, the thunder crashing loudly, the lightning bright and blinding, and Misto couldn't stop thinking about Tugger.
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A/N: At first I was worried that I made Tugger's reaction a little childish, and OOC. But I do think Tugger would be the type of character who doesn't like to be made a fool of in front of others. Especially not by someone he may have feelings for. Please review!