{A/N: Oh, wow! I didn't think anyone was going to WANT me to continue this
fic! *insert goofy smile here* So. uh. I'll say my first round of thank
you's here, and then continue! The rest will be told in a flashback, about
how this "unlikely" pair fell in love.
Lozzypop: Awww, thank you so much! And, yes, there shall be more! Tugger/Misto is one of my favorite couples out there. so I shall continue as long as I possibly can!
Olivia: Well, thanks! I'll try to live up to the beauty of my other chapters!
Paris (BlackSparrow): I'm sorry! I confused you, didn't I? (Not that that's hard for me to do to ANYONE, mind you!) Oh, here. *hands a big thing of Coke over, like the one she was joking about before "The Haunted Mansion"* Stay tuned. those two chapters were just previews!!!!!!!!
Mungo/Teazer: I've been added to a favorites list?! Wow. that's a first!!!!!! Thank you! ^_^ *hands a bag of popcorn* There shall be more slash here, never fear!!!!!!
Jemi Gr: *sees Jemmima eyes* Not the Jemi eyes! Anything but the Jemi eyes!!!!!!!! *blinks* Okay. Here's more.. Just stop looking at me with those adorable/sweet/sad eyes!!!!!!!!}
THOUGHTS
(Tugger's POV)
'Damn, it's cold out here,' I say to myself, trying in vain to warm my all- but frozen paws in the think mane around my neck and shoulders, though it wasn't working all that well. At two degrees below, I again wonder why in the name of Bast I had decided to come out on the coldest of nights, until I remembered why. Munkus had decided to throw a Christmas Party so we could all get together once again. I swear, he's getting a little weird. He seems to want us together more often. I mean, we once just saw each other once a year. This year, though, it's been different.
See, Old Deuteronomy took the Jellicle gift last year. Oh, sure, you know what I'm talking about! The choice? Well, he took it, leaving poor, poor Munkus in charge of the Tribe. Now, don't get me wrong. Munk is a great guy, (easy on the eyes too, believe me! If he wasn't my brother.), but he's also a little old fashioned. He thinks we should spend more time together. But that's not the reason I'm going. Oh, no siree!
I'm going, armed with mistletoe. And this isn't for just anyone who throws themselves at me, that's for sure! Uh-uh. This is for a cute little black and white, with eyes the color of a Hershey's bar. And that white chest. Wait. lemme back up for a second.
Mistofflees is my best friend, has been since I was a teen and he was a mature kitten. Oh, sure, I was older than him. ok. A LOT older than him, but he was just so darn cute with that delicate dancers body and huge eyes. Oh, and that adorable, pleading look he gave probably had something to do with it too. He could use his eyes to get what he wanted. so could his half- sister, Jemmima. Theose two were a pair, I tell you that right now! Anyway, that's how I met Misto. Naturally, we started hanging out together, checking out the princesses and being general pains-in-the-arse. Then. then I became a tom, and Misto was a teen. I think that's when this whole thing started.
I was teasing him one day about the queens. He told me, embarrassed and trying to hide it, that he had never kissed a queen. I looked him over, noting his absolutely wonderful markings, the purest white against the blackest ebony, and those large, expressive eyes. He could have been a heartbreaker, and I told him that. He didn't believe me, and. well, to put it short, he told me he wanted to know how to kiss. Well, I was a natural at that, so I nodded and leaned down slowly, giving him a warm kiss, just the way I would have with one of the queens. To my utter surprise, he responded. and that sparked my interest in my best friend.
Tonight, I was going to show him just what he meant to me.
(Misto's POV)
My tail is so cold, it feels like it's going to fall off. No, seriously! I am SOOO cold! Glancing quickly in each direction, I leap in the road and bound across the street, my strides graceful and elegant. Not sexy, swaggering or long. Just precise, even strides that don't attract attention. Sometimes. no, most of the time I wish I had a different walk. Like Tugger's. So sexy and taunting. and attention-getting.
Oh well. There'll be enough of that tonight, when I get to the junkyard. Munkustrap decided that we should get together tonight and exchange gifts with those we love. Well, I've got that covered, providing Munkus has no objections. Now, Munk is a handsome fellow, so handsome I myself can barely keep my paws off him, but tonight. I know he's going to be with Squire, the new queen. Everybody likes her! But she likes Tugger. They ALL like Tugger.
As I cross into the 'yard, nodding to Alonzo, who arrived the same time I did, I do a quick mental check of my gifts. A small collar with a sapphire in it for my sister, Jemmima. A leather collar for Alonzo, the love of her life. And a small sprig of mistletoe. for the only cat who has my attention. A tall, lanky black-and gold body. those gorgeous blue eyes.
Wait, Misto. There's no use getting ahead of yourself. You see, I'm sweetly, passionately in love with my best friend. I know, that's "not right", but you don't understand. It's impossible not to be in love with the Rum Tum Tugger. He's just totally sexy, with this thick, luxurious, soft fur that's always in a state of perfection, and these sexy blue eyes that just scream, "You know you want me". We've been friends. well. umm.
See, I was a really annoying kitten. Me and my sister, Jemi, were instantly spoiled by our parents, Jenny and Skimble. See, they weren't supposed to be able to have kits, but they did, after trying for such a long time. So, naturally, me and Jemi were totally spoiled. And having these huge brown eyes helped out. All we had to do was pout, and we'd get anything. Anyway, I was a mature kitten for my age, and I loved to hang out with the teens. I was younger than Tugger. Ok, I'll admit it, A LOT younger than him, but I was just as mature. (Sometimes MORE mature; he tended to act like a kit even then!) Anyway, something just seemed to draw me to him.
Then, when I was a teen, an even occurred that gave my life a new twist. See, I didn't know how to kiss a queen, and naturally I went to Tugger, the Tribal flirt. He told me I had no reason to act like this. that I was a handsome one, with no need to avoid queens. I did, however, persist in asking him to teach me how to kiss. All I remember was him leaning down, then pressing his lips to mine. And I was in heaven.
That was awile ago, but I made a vow. This year. I'm going to tell him how I feel, even if it kills me.
Lozzypop: Awww, thank you so much! And, yes, there shall be more! Tugger/Misto is one of my favorite couples out there. so I shall continue as long as I possibly can!
Olivia: Well, thanks! I'll try to live up to the beauty of my other chapters!
Paris (BlackSparrow): I'm sorry! I confused you, didn't I? (Not that that's hard for me to do to ANYONE, mind you!) Oh, here. *hands a big thing of Coke over, like the one she was joking about before "The Haunted Mansion"* Stay tuned. those two chapters were just previews!!!!!!!!
Mungo/Teazer: I've been added to a favorites list?! Wow. that's a first!!!!!! Thank you! ^_^ *hands a bag of popcorn* There shall be more slash here, never fear!!!!!!
Jemi Gr: *sees Jemmima eyes* Not the Jemi eyes! Anything but the Jemi eyes!!!!!!!! *blinks* Okay. Here's more.. Just stop looking at me with those adorable/sweet/sad eyes!!!!!!!!}
THOUGHTS
(Tugger's POV)
'Damn, it's cold out here,' I say to myself, trying in vain to warm my all- but frozen paws in the think mane around my neck and shoulders, though it wasn't working all that well. At two degrees below, I again wonder why in the name of Bast I had decided to come out on the coldest of nights, until I remembered why. Munkus had decided to throw a Christmas Party so we could all get together once again. I swear, he's getting a little weird. He seems to want us together more often. I mean, we once just saw each other once a year. This year, though, it's been different.
See, Old Deuteronomy took the Jellicle gift last year. Oh, sure, you know what I'm talking about! The choice? Well, he took it, leaving poor, poor Munkus in charge of the Tribe. Now, don't get me wrong. Munk is a great guy, (easy on the eyes too, believe me! If he wasn't my brother.), but he's also a little old fashioned. He thinks we should spend more time together. But that's not the reason I'm going. Oh, no siree!
I'm going, armed with mistletoe. And this isn't for just anyone who throws themselves at me, that's for sure! Uh-uh. This is for a cute little black and white, with eyes the color of a Hershey's bar. And that white chest. Wait. lemme back up for a second.
Mistofflees is my best friend, has been since I was a teen and he was a mature kitten. Oh, sure, I was older than him. ok. A LOT older than him, but he was just so darn cute with that delicate dancers body and huge eyes. Oh, and that adorable, pleading look he gave probably had something to do with it too. He could use his eyes to get what he wanted. so could his half- sister, Jemmima. Theose two were a pair, I tell you that right now! Anyway, that's how I met Misto. Naturally, we started hanging out together, checking out the princesses and being general pains-in-the-arse. Then. then I became a tom, and Misto was a teen. I think that's when this whole thing started.
I was teasing him one day about the queens. He told me, embarrassed and trying to hide it, that he had never kissed a queen. I looked him over, noting his absolutely wonderful markings, the purest white against the blackest ebony, and those large, expressive eyes. He could have been a heartbreaker, and I told him that. He didn't believe me, and. well, to put it short, he told me he wanted to know how to kiss. Well, I was a natural at that, so I nodded and leaned down slowly, giving him a warm kiss, just the way I would have with one of the queens. To my utter surprise, he responded. and that sparked my interest in my best friend.
Tonight, I was going to show him just what he meant to me.
(Misto's POV)
My tail is so cold, it feels like it's going to fall off. No, seriously! I am SOOO cold! Glancing quickly in each direction, I leap in the road and bound across the street, my strides graceful and elegant. Not sexy, swaggering or long. Just precise, even strides that don't attract attention. Sometimes. no, most of the time I wish I had a different walk. Like Tugger's. So sexy and taunting. and attention-getting.
Oh well. There'll be enough of that tonight, when I get to the junkyard. Munkustrap decided that we should get together tonight and exchange gifts with those we love. Well, I've got that covered, providing Munkus has no objections. Now, Munk is a handsome fellow, so handsome I myself can barely keep my paws off him, but tonight. I know he's going to be with Squire, the new queen. Everybody likes her! But she likes Tugger. They ALL like Tugger.
As I cross into the 'yard, nodding to Alonzo, who arrived the same time I did, I do a quick mental check of my gifts. A small collar with a sapphire in it for my sister, Jemmima. A leather collar for Alonzo, the love of her life. And a small sprig of mistletoe. for the only cat who has my attention. A tall, lanky black-and gold body. those gorgeous blue eyes.
Wait, Misto. There's no use getting ahead of yourself. You see, I'm sweetly, passionately in love with my best friend. I know, that's "not right", but you don't understand. It's impossible not to be in love with the Rum Tum Tugger. He's just totally sexy, with this thick, luxurious, soft fur that's always in a state of perfection, and these sexy blue eyes that just scream, "You know you want me". We've been friends. well. umm.
See, I was a really annoying kitten. Me and my sister, Jemi, were instantly spoiled by our parents, Jenny and Skimble. See, they weren't supposed to be able to have kits, but they did, after trying for such a long time. So, naturally, me and Jemi were totally spoiled. And having these huge brown eyes helped out. All we had to do was pout, and we'd get anything. Anyway, I was a mature kitten for my age, and I loved to hang out with the teens. I was younger than Tugger. Ok, I'll admit it, A LOT younger than him, but I was just as mature. (Sometimes MORE mature; he tended to act like a kit even then!) Anyway, something just seemed to draw me to him.
Then, when I was a teen, an even occurred that gave my life a new twist. See, I didn't know how to kiss a queen, and naturally I went to Tugger, the Tribal flirt. He told me I had no reason to act like this. that I was a handsome one, with no need to avoid queens. I did, however, persist in asking him to teach me how to kiss. All I remember was him leaning down, then pressing his lips to mine. And I was in heaven.
That was awile ago, but I made a vow. This year. I'm going to tell him how I feel, even if it kills me.