A Magical Romance

By Robin Gurl

Chapter 10

(Holy Updated Story Batman! So this chapter may run a bit differently than the others because my writing has matured a little bit and I add in a lot more details then I normally would, also there is now a bit more of a plot now. This is officially slash as well, so I won't be holding back any longer with how Tug and Mist act with each other. Don't forget Quaxo is almost a Tom, um, what else? Oh look out for some other pairings later on in the chapters (if I get the courage to do so). I am going to try and finish this story before the summer but I can't promise, College keeps me very busy and I can't write like I want to. I want to thank everyone who has followed and commented on this story, please keep them coming, they make me want to update and try to finish! I hope the wait was worth it and enjoy this chapter!)

Disclaimer: I own no one.

It had been three days and Quaxo still wasn't allowed out of their home. He was starting to get utterly bored out of his mind. He didn't see how Tugger could handle it anymore. He rolled over onto his stomach and glared Tugger's way. "This is stupid." The young kitten exclaimed. "I want to go outside and play."

"You're still to weak, you know that." Tugger responded crossing his arms. "We tried this yesterday. You only succeeded in causing yourself to work up a fever."

"So that was yesterday." Quaxo mumbled as he lay down stretching. He felt Tugger lay next to him and cuddled close. "Are we ok?"

"What do you mean ok?" Tugger asked nuzzling the black fur with his nose.

"You know what I mean," a pair of brown eyes stared up into ice blue ones. They weren't as vibrant as they usually were but they still held Tugger in his place. He shivered letting out a nervous sigh.

"What do you think?" He leaned over and placed a kiss on the young Tom's lips. "This is why you have to get better, otherwise what fun will "we" be?"

Quaxo blushed and moaned as Tugger started to lick his neck, "Wait, not now!" His back arched slightly and a new feeling engulfed him. He felt hotter than he had before, his head was spinning.

"Why not?" Tugger's response was muffled by Quaxo's white chest fur.

Before Quaxo could answer Munkustrap appeared at the entrance. He cleared his throat crossing his arms. Tugger sat up back still to his older brother spitting the fur from his lips. "Kid, you're like a bird, taste like feathers."

Quaxo's cheeks when a dark red and he only looked pointedly over Tugger's shoulder. "Um, hi Trappy?"

Tugger went pale in the face and turned around only to face Munkustrap. "Oh, good morning."

"Quaxo, why don't you take a nap? I need to speak with Tugger." Munk smiled sweetly then disappeared back outside. Tugger followed leaving Quaxo alone in their "house" to lay around – again.

*~*

"Ever Lasting Cat Tugger!" Munk exclaimed trying to keep his voice down. "I thought you were going to wait."

"I said I was going to wait, I didn't say anything about making him wait." It was meant to be a joke but it was obvious it didn't come across that way. His shoulders slumped and he sighed, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to start that."

Munkustrap crossed his arms again and leaned against a box. "How is he doing aside form nearly being raped by you."

"It wasn't rape, don't ever think or say that. I will never do that to him." Tugger shouted his eyes on fire. "I love him, more than anyone or anything."

"Don't be so loud, I'm trying to keep all of this low key. If the queens find out you and he will never be allowed near one another." After Tugger calmed down Munkustrap tried again, "Now, how is his fever?"

"It's gone down, he's just weak now." Tugger responded. "He's getting restless though."

"We've got to keep him calm, he needs to rest."

*~*

Quaxo laid on his stomach burying his face in his arms trying to figure out what was with that feeling earlier. It felt so good but so weird. He let out a nervous sigh and tried to forget it.

A knock at the entrance caused him to lift his head, "Yes?" He asked sleepily. At first he saw no one, just the warm morning light shining in. Then a shadow of a cat appeared, the hair on his neck stood up and he sat up looking around. "Who is there?" He felt his claws come out and an uneasy feeling in his stomach. "Tugger, is that you?"

In a blink of the eye something was thrown over his head and he saw lights flash in his vision before blacking out. His last thought of was "Tugger!"

*~*

"Look Munk, go back to the others. I've got him taken care of. I won't try anything like that again, I promise."

"You can try it again just not right now." Munk's comment startled Tugger but he smiled back at his brother. "Go back to him, I'll see you around dinner."

Tugger waved and walked back to his home, he crawled through expecting to get a weak tackle hug if nothing else from Quaxo. He got nothing, no one was in here. "Quax, this isn't funny. Come out from where you're hiding, kid."

He got no response.

"No one is mad at you or upset. Munk just wanted to make sure you were ok." Tugger tried again this time feeling a bit frantic. He wasn't one to panic but this time he couldn't help it.

"QUAXO!"

*~*

He re-awoke as he was being dropped to the ground, he sat up rubbing his backside looking around the dark place. Where was he? "He…Hello?"

The shilloette of a cat form appeared in the dim light at the entrance, "Welcome back to the living, kitten."

"W..Who are you?"

"You're real brother, you're only family." The cat replied his eyes glowing. "Those dimwits weren't supposed to find you a year ago, I was."

"I still don't know who you are." Quaxo stood up unsteadily feeling light headed when he did. He staggered slightly before regaining his footing. The other cat growled and he recoiled, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend, I just don't know your name."

"We've met before when you were just a fur ball and my pathetic brothers were trying to raise you the "right way" bah!" A paw appeared away from the body and Quaxo saw it was red with shaggy sharp fur. "Look at you, you're a scrawny weakling."

"I am not." Quaxo exclaimed.

A snort was his only reply but the figure then stepped forward, Quaxo stepped back his eyes widening as the figure turned into a hairy tall red furred cat, one eye had a scar over it the other looked almost outlined in a mix of silver and red. Other than that there was no pattern going on in the fur, it reminded Quaxo of the strange rug he'd seen in Jelly's home when he was little.

"I'm McCavity, kit."

McCavity? Why did that name sound so familiar? Quaxo backed up still but wound up falling over.

"Don't be afraid, as long as you obey me I won't hurt you." The voice was deep, not unpleasant but there was the after taste that reminded you he was evil. His face contorted into an evil grin and he knelt down hovering over the scared kitten. "You are so beautiful, you will make a wonderful addition to my army." He ran a claw up the white face fur then back down, smiling when Quaxo shivered. "Now show me your magic, kitten."

"I..I don't think I can." Quaxo replied through dry lips. His voice cracked with fear and he tried to regain his confidence. "Tugger will get you and you'll be in trouble."

"What will Tugger do to me? He can't fight, he has no claws." One sharp claw pressed against Quaxo's cheek, a soft pained gasp from the smaller cat and a tiny trickle of blood oozed out of the new cut. "Now, the magic."

"I told you, I can't." Quaxo blinked a couple of tears from his eyes. "I'm still too weak. Tugger says it could kill me if I do."

"I'll put it this way then, kit. Either you show me what you can do or I'll kill your precious Tugger, your choice."

Quaxo's eyes widened and then narrowed with anger. He took a deep breath and glared, "You can't kill him, you won't."

"Want to bet? Kid, I have more power than you'll ever have, one flick of a claw and I can make someone drop dead." McCavity yanked Quaxo up by his chest fur than dragged him down some sort of hallway into a bigger room where lots of deranged cats were laying, talking, playing cards. "You want proof, I'll give you proof." His claws dug deeper into Quaxo's arm almost to where it drew blood. "Splotch, come here."

An older looking cat hobbled over on one leg, his fur was caked on and in other places there were none. One of his ears was hanging by a bit of skin the other was chopped off completely. His left eye was covered in a patch the other looked like someone had tried to scratch it out. He was missing four out of ten claws and when he smiled he had two crooked teeth, "Yeh boss?"

"Did you get the loot I asked for?"

Quaxo looked back at the other cat curiously. "No, da dumb humans, they locked their kitteh door. I'll try again next time tho."

"You've told me that for the past three weeks, Splotch. I'm afraid I need to get rid of you."

"Oh now, come on. No need for dat." Splotch exclaimed pleading.

Not listening McCavity closed his hand into a fist then reached out towards the old cat and his hand opened claws flying out. Quaxo felt his stomach churn even as he looked down to the ground, the blood had dripped down and puddle right at his feet. He tried to back up but McCavity wouldn't let him. "Why?" He asked unable to breathe.

"Get used to the sight of blood, Kitten." McCavity let the kitten go and he ran to the side vomiting from the sight. "Clean this mess up while I watch the magic show." A couple of cats stood up, none in any better shape than Splotch had been.

Quaxo fell to his knees, tears were streaming down his face as his stomach churned, the sight of the dead cat was all he saw. He saw a shadow move over him and he knew who it was. "You are evil!"

"I never said I was a good cat, did I? There is a reason I was banned from the 'yard so many years ago. Now, will you be a good kitten and show me this magic or will I have to do that to Tugger?"

"NO!" Quaxo turned around and he tried to strike, claws out. McCavity caught him easily and dragged him to his feet. He staggered again weaker then before and had no other choice but to let McCavity support him. "Don..Don't hurt Tugger. I'll…I'll do what you ask."

"That's a good kitten, now follow me."

*~*

"What do you mean he's gone? We saw no one go in or out!" Munkustrap exclaimed. Tugger was sitting on the ground his head in his hands.

"He's too weak to be out there by himself, Munk. We've got to find him."

"But who would have taken him?" Alonzo asked sitting beside Tugger pulling his knees to his chest.

"Kit, go back with the others the Toms can take care of this."

Black eyes flared and he shook his head, "I promised I'd protect him and look what good I did. I'm going to help one way or another."

"You don't think McCavity did it, do you?" Mungojerrie asked fearfully. "He's been eying the kit since Quax was a tiny tot."

"What good would Quaxo do for him?" Tugger asked lifting his head.

"His magic." Munkustrap hit himself lightly in the face. "Why didn't we see it before. Father warned me about this when Quaxo was little. McCavity's magic is running out, he's hoping to make Quaxo a successor."

"Quaxo would never go against us."

"No, not normally. But-"

"But what Jerrie?"

The Calico Tom shrugged and backed away fearfully, "I've only heard rumors, mind, but there is word going 'round that he can control people, change their feelings, thoughts, make them his."

The entire group gasped and looked to Munkustrap, "Ever Lasting Cat."

End Chapter 10