I apologize- I jumped the gun on the Jerrie/Teazer remark. Turns out they actually don't appear until the next chapter... Sorry mates.

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Munkustrap sat on his perch high above the rest of the junkyard, looking intently upon the bustle going on below. Being the tribe protector was a great honor, but admittedly, he found it rather lonely most of the time. Occasionally Alonzo, his second-in-command, would join him or relieve him of duty, and Demeter came to visit frequently. He was always happy for any sort of company.

However, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry when he saw a familiar pair of twins coming towards him in perfect sync.

"Munkustrap," Tantomile called. The silver tabby looked up.

"We must speak with you," said Coricopat.

"Of course," Munkustrap said, turning towards to twins. The mysterious duo tended to keep to themselves, so any visit from them brought important news.

"We've had a vision," Coricopat continued.

"And although vague..."

"The meaning was clear."

Tantomile said, "Great danger has infiltrated the tribe."

"Explain," Munkustrap said, concerned.

"There was a flash of lightning," she continued.

"And a bolt of light."

"Followed by a voice."

"Familiar, and yet..."

"Not," they finished together.

Coricopat said, "Its exact words escape memory..."

"But it spoke of death-"

"And reincarnation."

"Of revenge..."

"...and love."

"But most importantly, it said, 'The call of the lover would spell his doom."

"Are you certain it was 'lover'?" Coricopat said, breaking the rhythm of their speech.

"Hmm. I could be wrong. The words were muddy."

"I thought it was 'Lucifer'."

"Perhaps it was 'liar'."

"Lion?"

"What about 'lyrics'?"

"Or perhaps a combination of those-"

Munkustrap interrupted. "In any case, what happened afterward?"

"There was laughter."

"And then the vision ceased," Coricopat finished.

The Jellicle protector was quiet for a few moments. "Do you think this involves Mistoffelees?" he finally asked.

"Although I can't say for sure..."

"...my guess would be yes."

"Do you know when this will happen?" Munkustrap said.

"It's already begun."

Mistoffelees' face was red with both fury and embarrassment. Fury because of how his fur had reacted; embarrassment because despite Tugger's lurid immaturity, he had almost wished what the maned tom had said were true.

He hadn't been lying to Victoria earlier- he truly didn't have feelings for any queen in the tribe. Not bubbly Etcetera, nor clever Electra, not even sweet Jemima... No queen had ever made his insides flutter.

Instead, his heart leapt at the sight of that asinine maine coon.

What a stupid moron I am, he thought.

Despite knowing it was useless, Mistoffelees began to dust the glitter from his coat.

"Annoying isn't it?" Mistoffelees' head shot up and he tried to identify the source of the voice. There was something unnervingly familiar about it. "I have to say though," it continued, "of all the side effects your magic could have, that one isn't so bad." And suddenly, there he was, lounging casually on an old cushion. Mistoffelees could only stare in shock as he took in the tom's features. With the exception of his face and a bit of his chest, which was white, the cat was completely black. Everything about him was familiar.

Mistoffelees was staring at a perfect copy of himself.

"I once heard of a tom," the doppelganger continued, "who every time he used magic, or every time his heart began to beat quickly, he would burst into flames, destroying everything around him. And there was also this queen I met who would cause anyone she touched to go permanently blind."

"Dear Bast, I've gone insane," Mistoffelees said.

The mirror laughed. "No, not yet," he said.

"Who are you?"

"Who do I look like?"

"But that's impossible."

"True," the similar tom said. "That is impossible. Which is why I'm not you."

"Then who-"

"Who are you talking to?"

Mistoffelees turned around and saw Tugger coming toward him. The tuxedo tom turned back and saw that the look-a-like had disappeared. "No one," he replied quickly.

"Okay..." The Rum Tum Tugger stopped about a foot in front of him. "Look, I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean to piss you off so badly."

"I'm not mad at you," Mistoffelees said.

"Hmm," Tugger said, picking a few stray sparkles out of his companion's fur. "That's not what it looks like to me."

"Just leave it alone," he replied.

The Rum Tum Tugger shrugged. "Just sayin'." A mischievous smile spread on his face. "So," he said, putting his arm around Mistoffelees, "how should we celebrate your new-found tom-ness?" The magician's heart began to race under the maned tom's touch. "I was thinking of taking you to some of the hottest, most totally X-rated clubs in town. What do you say to that Mist- Ouch!"

Mistoffelees realized in horror that he had begun shedding glitter yet again, this time with the unfortunate addition of sparks. Blushing, he escaped the Rum Tum Tugger's grasp and began focusing on lowering his heartbeat.

"Okay, I can see that you're still mad," Tugger said, dusting off the sparkles that now clung to his arm and side.

"It's not you. It's just... been a really strange day."

"I didn't realize your sparkle-suit attacked."

"It doesn't happen often." Only when you're involved, he didn't add.

"Eh, it's okay. It didn't hurt; just surprised me is all."

Mistoffelees nodded.

"I'm taking this as a no to my plan...?"

Mistoffelees shrugged.

Tugger sighed dramatically. "Fine," he whined. "No frisky queens for Misto."

"I'll do without."

The Rum Tum Tugger laughed. "One of these days I'll find your weakness Misty."

Mistoffelees rolled his eyes. "You can try. And don't call me Misty."

"Why?" Tugger said, bending down so his head was level with Mistoffelees'. "Too cutesy for ya?" he asked, pouting his lips.

The small black tom pushed Tugger's face aside. "You're revolting," he said condescendingly, walking away.

The Rum Tum Tugger snickered. "No seriously," he said, following Mistoffelees, "I am sorry though. Are we cool?"

"Yes Tugger, we're 'cool'."

"Sweet," the Rum Tum Tugger said. "So I'll be seein' ya?"

Mistoffelees sighed. "Yes. Always."

The Rum Tum Tugger bid Mistoffelees farewell and left the young magician alone. The tom groaned, glad to finally have a minute to collect himself.

Or so he thought.

"He is quite the knucklehead. Can you actually justify your attraction to him?"

Mistoffelees was surprised to see the mirror image again. "I refuse to talk to you until you explain who you are."

"I think you already know."

"I think you're crazy."

"And yet, you're the one seeing things."

"So you're not real?" Mistoffelees said.

"Oh I definitely exist." The tom stood almost directly in front of him. "Although just how real I am is still up for questioning." He punched his arm at Mistoffelees, who was shocked to see it go right through him. The mirror image winked and disappeared into thin air.

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