The Sun and Moon
This is a CATS slash-fic so if your not into that sort of thing...well then what the fuck are you doing reading this. The pairing is Tugger/Misto so let's have our selves a go-go and get on with the show-show...ACTION!
Disclaimer: I do not own CATS.
To say that Tugger was annoyed would be a major understatement. He was fuming. How in the name of Deuteronomy did Mistoffelees manage to piss him off so much. It was uncanny. One minute he was singing his song for the Jellicle Ball, having all the kits and queens swooning over him, and the next he's being told off by a damn magi-cat.
The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore.
A bore he had said. Ridiculous. In his opinion he was the least boring cat there was and that was that. It shouldn't bother him that one cat out of the whole lot thought he was boring. Well there were a few who didn't like him too much, but that didn't matter since they were Jellicles who stuck to his brother all the time. At least they'd never thought that he was boring. Irritating, yes. Perverted, that was debatable. A great furry fat-head who only thinks with his male parts, Demeter had only told him this once, but never had any one of them ever called him boring. It was a complete insult to everything he stood for.
Toms, queens, and kittens alike halted in their daily routines and watched in anticipation as Tugger stormed toward Mistoffelelees's den. It was a simple home really, just a broken kiln with a few blankets in it. He had no use for anything fancy for he already shared a house with Tugger. They were owned separately by two sisters whom held a great love for anything feline.
Munkustrap watched his brother's sour mood increase the closer he got to his destination. If he knew Tugger like he thought he did then odds were that the disgruntled tom had no earthly idea what he was going to do once he arrived at Misto's. If he wished to then he could simply glare at the magicians door then turn and leave in a less than satisfied defeat. However Munk knew Tugger was far too stubborn for that. No, he was more than likely going to do something far more stupid. He knew because where his motto was think then act, Tugger's motto was act first think never.
Finally standing in front of Misto's house Tugger proceeded to knock, or in his case rapidly bang, on the door. All Jellicles within hearing range covered their sensitive ears and cursed for the loud noise to stop. It finally did when the door suddenly swung open barely missing Tugger's face in the process. The narcissistic Maine Coon cursed loudly and cradled his injured nose with his paws.
In the kiln's doorway stood a very irritated looking Mistoffelees giving the bloody-nosed tom a very unsympathetic glare.
"Would you please kindly stop putting dents in my door?" He dryly demanded. Tugger looked at the tom in front of him as if he were on catnip. "ONLY IF YOU STOP PUTTING DENTS IN MY FACE!" he yelled feeling very undignified. 'And my pride'.
Munkustrap rolled his eyes in defeat. His brother truly was an idiot.