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.


"Tuggy!" One twitch.

"Tuuuuuggyyyy!" Two twitches.

"Tuuuugggyyyy-pooooooo!" Three.

"...-"

"I swear to the heavy-side, Alonzo, if you do not put a sock in it I AM GOING TO THROW YOU IN A DUMPSTER!"

"Mmm, no thanks. I don't eat junk-food!" the black and white cat retorted. Why Alonzo had chosen to bother him today he would never know, but the irritating prat was successfully tap-dancing on his last nerve. And, speaking of nerve, what the hell was up with Misto? First he almost gets him killed and then he just acts like nothing even happened the night before. He could handle that, but the thing that really pissed him off was the fact that today Misto seemed to be avoiding him. Not even that, actually, he was acting like he wasn't even there. The Maine Coon swore he could do a pole dance and the tom wouldn't even blink. He had already gone through all possible scenarios for the reasonings of this indignation.

1: Misto could be mad at him. But, why would he be? He's the one who nearly got them killed.

2: Misto could think that Tugger was mad at him. Even if that was true, since when did Misto care what he thought?

3: Misto really doesn't think much of what happened yesterday. That was utter bullshit, because, no one in there right mind just forgets about two near-death experiences that happened on the same night.

So far, this really wasn't helping his oncoming headache. Alonzo had chosen this most inopportune moment to start pelting him with paper balls from an old news article. Tugger turned to threaten the annoying tom only to receive a paper ball in the face. Alonzo let out a giggle. "You know, Tugger, if you ever looked at the kits like that, I don't think they'd ever come near you again. You'd be out of a fan-club!"

"..."

"Oh come on! What's the point of me coming here to annoy you if your not even gonna react properly?" Alonzo huffed. Tugger couldn't help but smirk at the deflated look on Alonzo's face. "Why are you here anyway, Alonzo?" he asked. He was sure that a good friend of his brother, like Alonzo, wouldn't just go seeking him out on a whim. Said cat let out an exasperated sigh. It sounded more like a really depressing moan though. "Munkustrap is busy helping Demeter with something and Cassandra went hunting for mice with Victoria, so I'm pretty much bored out of my mind." Tugger rolled his eyes as the checker colored cat once again moaned. "So let me get this straight, you came to bother me because you were bored?" the Maine Coon growled. Alonzo looked at him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Now it was Tugger's turn to sigh.

"Well at least I'm not stalking my friends just because I feel ignored!" Alonzo daringly stated. This got Tugger's attention. Alonzo grinned in triumph. "I don't exactly know whats going on between you and Misto, but it's pretty obvious that whatever it was, it has you both stressed." Tugger glared heatedly. "I am not stressed. I'm just in a bad mood." He could see that Alonzo wasn't convinced so he continued. "And, even if I was, what makes you think that Misto is? He seems pretty calm to me!" Both toms looked down from the fire escape they were perched on to see Misto practicing ballet by himself. To Tugger he looked content enough, but Alonzo knew better. He and Victoria may be only cousins of Misto's, but they acted as siblings. Misto was like a little brother to him and he knew when the Tuxedo Tom was distressed.

"Well, think what you want, Oh King of Nimrods, but following him around and watching him from a fire escape is not going to fix whatever you did!"

"Now, hold on, what makes you think that this is my fault?" Tugger sputtered defensively. This only earned a dead-pan look that almost would have matched Misto's. They were definitely related, but Misto's eyes were more piercing. Choosing to avoid whatever argument this would surely lead up to, he returned his gaze to Misto. In all his life he had never seen a tom move so gracefully. He would even go as far as to say that Misto was even more graceful than Victoria. The Maine Coon held his breath, watching the tuxedo cat's tail swish around as he twirled. Ending his captivating dance he slid into a perfect split. Tugger swallowed. He certainly was flexible enough.

All too suddenly the moment was over, for Alonzo had chosen to start pelting him with paper balls again. "Stop staring, you lecherous fathead, you look like an idiot." Alonzo muttered. Glaring, Tugger was quick to point out that his head was not fat, but his hair was in fact poofy. This only made Alonzo giggle.

Pelting Tugger with his last paper ball Alonzo stood to leave. "Well, Tug, I hate to rile and run, but it seems that my fun must come to an end. Cassandra should be back by now. Oh and you should probably hurry and get started." Tugger's face twisted with confusion. "Started with what exactly?" he inquired. Alonzo sighed in annoyance, but decided to answer him nonetheless. "Get started with looking for Misto! You can't expect to fix whatever the problem is with him missing now, can you?"

Finally following Alonzo's line of vision he found that the ally way, which had previously been inhabited by Quaxo Mistoffelees, was now empty.

"Huh, where did he go?"

Obviously expecting an anwer, Tugger turned back to Alonzo, only to find that he had run off as well.

'Maybe it's hereditary.' he thought as he descended down the fire escape. This was not going to be easy.