Author's Note's- Okay, "shan mahoutsukai" means "beautiful sorcerer" in Japanese. The part to listen to "Close you Eyes." is the fight between Misto and Munku. You might have to put it on repeat depending on how fast you read. Enjoy.


Misto laughed softly. "Come on. We should go." he said.
The two said goodbye to Victoria and resumed walking home.
They walked in the door, Munku shutting it behind them.
"You okay?" Misto asked. "You were quiet all the way home."
Munkustrap nodded and started towards the kitchen. "I'm fine. You hungry? I'm gonna start dinner."
Misto nodded yes. "You sure?"
Munku grinned "Yeah. Just thinking that's all."
"About what?"
They walked into the kitchen and Misto sat up on the counter out of the way, his legs swinging a little bit.
"About you. About us."
"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"
Munku got some tuna out from the fridge.
"It's a good thing. Tuna okay?"
"Yeah."
The two talked while the tuna sizzled in a pan. It had started to rain a little bit and when Munkustrap had plated the tuna along with some veggies and mashed potatoes, it was raining harder.
"Hope the power doesn't go out." Misto commented, talking his plate to the table. Munku put his plate on the table and the lights flickered.
"Me too."
Right as they sat down the power failed.
"We were saying?"
"I hope it's just a breaker."
Misto lit a candle that was on the table with his fingertip. The light threw shadows across his face. "Even if it is, we still get a romantic dinner."
Munku chuckled. "True. I'll check it later."
And they began to eat. After they were done and had washed the dishes, Munku grabbed a flashlight and headed for the basement.
"I am never letting you near water again. You're way too dangerous with it." he told Misto at the top of the stairs that led down to the basement.
"I never heard you complain." Misto replied, swiping a few stray drops off Munkustrap's chest.
"I'm still never letting you near it." He flicked on the light. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
"'Kay. Watch your step down there, I'll be in the living room."
Munku nodded and went down into the basement.
By the time he got back, Misto had started a fire in the fireplace.
Munkustrap clicked off the light and felt an odd sense of déjà vu all over when he saw Misto in the firelight. He grinned evilly and began to sneak up behind his handsome sorcerer.
Misto stared into the flames, his eyes glazing over while watching their hypnotic dance. He was sitting on his right side with his right arm supporting his weight.
Munkustrap peeked out from the side of the sofa. He couched down and leapt into the air.
"Hey!" shouted Misto as Munkustrap leapt onto him. The two toms crashed to the floor in a tangle of arms, legs and fur.
Misto looked up at him. "Well? Was it a breaker?" he asked.
Munku looked down at him. "Nope."
They shifted so that Misto was straddling Munkustrap, his hands resting lightly on Munku's stomach. Misto gently scratched his claws on Munku's stomach. Munkustrap's muscles contracted slightly and he giggled softly.
"Stop." he protested. "That tickles."
Misto smiled seductively. "Does it?" he whispered, arching an eyebrow. He tickled Munku again and smiled at the laugh he got in return.
Munku tried to twist out of the way. "S-Stop! Please!" he gasped, trying to catch his breath.
Misto could feel what Munku was feeling; the emotions were just pouring in. Mostly it was happiness and love. But under it all was a small thread of lust. He had stopped tickling Munkustrap and that's when Munku struck, rolling over so that he was on top.
"Gotcha!" he said, seeking out Misto's ticklish spot, right on his rib cage.
Misto yelped in surprise. "Stop!! You know that's my most ticklish spot!" he yowled.
"I know." Munkustrap thought and attacked the spot again.
Misto jumped and laughed trying to get Munku off. He succeeded and wrapped his arms around his ribcage.
"That was fun."
"Yeah, for you." Misto retorted.
Munkustrap nuzzled Misto and laid his head on Misto's chest, listening to his heart beat.
"I love you." he whispered.
Misto smiled. He already knew Munkustrap loved him, but hearing him say it made it more real.
"I love you too." he responded, scratching Munku's ears. Munkustrap purred loudly and rubbed against Misto.
"This is nice."
"Yeah, it is."
Munku propped himself up on his left elbow and looked down at Misto, tracing the bones under his eyebrows.
"What are you thinking?" Misto asked.
"I thought you could tell."
"I can't tell what you're thinking, just what you're feeling."
Munkustrap's fingers drifted down to Misto's jawbone, just barely brushing his lips.
"Just thinking about us. About you."
Misto grinned and grabbed Munku's hand.
"Good." he said, kissing Munkustrap's fingers and nipping at them.
Munkustrap smiled again, but Misto thought he looked a little sad.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"You tell me."
"I try not to pry."
Munkustrap rolled over onto his other side, facing the fire, watching the flames dance. Misto looked confused for a second. He nuzzled and licked the back of Munkustrap's neck.
"Talk to me." he whispered into Munku's soft fur.
Munkustrap watched the flames for a moment longer; he could deal with his feelings later, right now he just wanted Misto. He rolled back over and stared into Misto's eyes. They looked midnight blue in the firelight.
"It's nothing. Just kiss me."
The two drew close and their shadows danced on the walls brighter then the firelight.
The next morning, much to a sleepy Misto's protests, Munkustrap left early. He entered the 'yard yawning. Flopping down in an old chair, Munku allowed his mind to drift back to last night. Last night had been incredible; it had been long, but wonderful. But Munku was beginning to have second thoughts about this relationship.
"I love him, but still..." Munku thought.
Meanwhile, Misto had come and started looking for him.
Demeter walked up to Munku and saw that he was deep in thought.
"And I have a good idea who he's thinking about." she thought. "Let's see if we can change it to thoughts of me."
She waved her hand in front of his face. "You okay?"
"Hm? Oh, hey Demeter. I'm okay, just thinking." he said, absently.
"Oh? About what?" Demi asked, sitting very close to him.
"Misto. I'm beginning to have second thoughts."
Demeter fought the urge to smile. "Yes! Now to just get that little tom out of the picture..." her mind growled.
She quietly listened to Munku, playing the role of a friend. She then leaned in and kissed him.
Munku was too shocked to do anything. He pulled away when he heard a sharp gasp. He looked up.
There was Misto.
Misto couldn't believe what he was seeing. There was the love of his life; kissing another.
"Munkustrap." he whispered.
He stared for a moment longer and then turned around and fled, his eyes clouding over, feeling for all the world that his heart had been torn in two and then out of his body.
"Mistoffelees, wait!" he heard called after him.
He didn't, he just kept running, afraid to put his hand to where his heart used to be, terrified that is would come away covered in blood.
"Misto! Misto, wait! I can explain!" Munkustrap shouted, as he ran after the smaller tom. He had a head start, but Munku's longer legs closed the distance rapidly.
"Stop running!" he growled, as he whipped Misto around to face him.
Misto looked up at him, the tears bright in his eyes. "How could you?" he asked, angrily wiping away the tears.
"Misto, I, I'm sorry. She caught me off guard."
"'Off guard?'" Misto quoted back. "That's funny, for being caught off guard, you sure as hell seemed to enjoy it." he hissed. "What, I wasn't good enough for you and you went back to her?"
Munkustrap growled softly. "That's not true. I love you I would never hurt you like that. After what we shared last night, I never could."
"No you don't. You never did." Misto shot back, trying hard to not break down and cry in front of Munkustrap.
Munkustrap caught Misto's chin in his hand. "Listen to me." he whispered. "I love you. I don't want to hurt you I'm sorry if I have."
He leaned forward to kiss Misto, but was stopped by the fact that Misto slugged him. Munkustrap looked up from the ground very surprised, he had no idea that Misto could hit that hard.
"I hate you." Misto whispered, not believing when his heart cried out the exact opposite.
Munkustrap stood up. He swallowed, trying to keep the tears that suddenly swelled in his eyes from falling.
"You can't mean that." he said, his voice shaking slightly.
Misto stared at him, the sky overhead and his eyes turning black. "You spent the night making love to me and the next morning, not two hours after you leave me, I find you with her." he hissed in a low, hard voice that carried slightly. "Do you have any idea how that made me feel? That the tom I love, the tom who last night, swore that he'd love only me, is in the arms of another?" Misto swallowed. "I felt cheap. Like I was just some toy of yours for the night to thrown away the next morning. Is that what I am to you? Just a toy?"
Munkustrap looked at Misto in shock. How could his shan mahoutsukai, his beautiful sorcerer think that? Everything he had said last night had been true. Not just something he had thrown out in the heat of the moment and not meant.
"No. I meant every word I said last night to you. And I would never take them back.
"Oh I'm not to sure about that." Demeter said, stepping out of the shadows. She had been watching the entire fight and decided it was time to deliver the final blow to this relationship.
"What was it you were talking about earlier? About how clingy he is? About how you wish you had never started this relationship with him?"
Munkustrap glared at Demeter. "Spiteful bitch." he thought.
Misto's eyes widened and the blood drained from his face. What? Is this true? Did Munku never want to be with him in the first place? Then what was last night? Was last night a lie as well? He looked at the ground, the tears falling like diamonds.
He closed his eyes and when he looked back up, they were as cold as ice and looked dead. "Is it true?" he asked.
"Misto, I, I, I never said anything like that. I've been having second thoughts, but-"
"It is true! Well I'll make your choice simple." Misto said, staring at Munkustrap, his eyes burning. "As far as I'm concerned, none of this happened. This relationship didn't happen, this fight didn't happen, last night never happened."
He turned and started walking away.
Munku started to go after him. "Shan mahoutsukai."
Misto waved a hand over his shoulder and a wall of sheet lighting crashed down between them. "Don't you ever call me that again."
Munku had called him that when they had been making love and he never wanted to hear the name again. He stalked off and didn't look back.
Munkustrap watched his lover leave and his heart shattered into a million pieces, each as sharp as glass and they all shredded his soul to ribbons. He turned back to Demeter, who had witnessed the entire thing, and grabbed her angrily.
"You are an evil, conniving little bitch." he snarled. "How could you do this?" He shoved her away. "I never want to see you again." he growled dangerously, barely curbing the urge to kill her. He then turned back around and fled out of the 'yard.
Munkustrap headed home, hoping against hope that Misto was there, but in truth, he wouldn't of been surprised if he wasn't. Munku silently shut the door behind him and leaned heavily against it. The house was quiet.
"Misto?" he called.
There was no answer. He wasn't there.
"I guess I deserve that." Munkustrap mumbled to himself, as he walked through the house to the bedroom. He lay out on the bed, the sheet still smelled like Misto, and began to cry.
Misto thought about going back to the house, but decided not to. Right now he was too angry and hurt. He walked over to the cliffs and sat down, thinking. He had been thinking for a bit when he heard,
"Misto! Hey Misto!"
He turned. It was Vicky.
"I saw you leave the 'yard. What's-" she then got a good look at Misto's face. "What's wrong?"
She sat down next to him and repeated her question.
Misto exhaled. "Munku and I had a fight. I saw him kissing Demeter and we had a fight."
"He what? But I thought you two were together."
"I thought we were too. I thought he loved me." Misto whispered. "I broke it off. I didn't want to be with him if he was going to turn around and do that. So I ended it." Misto said, his voice dissolving into tears.
Victoria wrapped her arms around her brother and held him as his shoulders shook.
Munkustrap rolled over in his sleep and opened his eyes. He had cried himself to sleep. Wiping off the dried tears, he sat up sniffling slightly, and feeling a dull ache where his heart used to be. He grabbed a quick shower and went for a walk.