"Victoria!" Mistoffelees scampered around the dense streets of the junkyard, eyes wide and sparkling. His face was brighter than ever as Victoria's scent still lingered on his fur with a smile playing at his lips. He refused to let it show, though, and ran faster around the small cracks and crooks of the many pieces of junk lying around, "Victoria!"

It was time to swallow down fear, he told himself, to face her and tell her flat out what he needed to say. It was going to be difficult, definitely, but would she be terribly difficult? It was only logical to know that she would still treat him like her best friend as she always did before. His hopes were was that after this they could be…a little more than just best friends.

The Jellicle moon shone down and reflected off the puddles of water around Misto, causing him to step lively, voiding to step into them. His eyes glanced down at one as he saw his reflection. Rich brown, black, and white and twinkling. Sufficient, he thought at least, to talk to Victoria with. No, not talk-to even be in her presence.

He grinned widely as his shoulders arched and he began to run again, eyes straight forward and shining.

Truth be told, words couldn't explain how excited Mistoffelees was. Never before had his heart been this high up in his throat or his stomach so filled with something he barely ever got to feel. Butterflies. The spurring memory of Victoria right by his side, looking right down at him-the excitement. He twitched his nose and grinned widely as he leaped forward, landing straight back down onto his paws, gracefully hopping from one spot to the other.

Tonight was going to be his night.

His night to prove himself worthy of his Queen, Victoria.

Victoria fiddled with her tail as she reminisced about Rumpleteazer's wise words. She lounged against a ripped up rubber tire staying relaxed and calm. Her mind swerved around as she breathed evenly and closed her eyes, limbs relaxing.

Sooner or later, she knew she would have to face him. She knew what he might say and she knew it would be followed with a bunch of fumbling and misunderstanding. She just could tell.

Her humans would be home any minute now, she thought. Lethargically, she got up from her spot and stretched, a great yawn erupting from her tiny mouth. Her head turned over her shoulder as she stood up right, waiting to see if Jemima or any other kitten was coming. Nobody.

A sigh escaped her lips and she jumped down from her spot landing gracefully back onto her paws. Her small stomach lurched as she began to walk, immediately stopping her in her tracks. She brushed her stomach with her paw and looked up, swallowing loudly.

Her bottom paws began to move faster as she began to run. At least now she had something to do, to hunt. There definitely wasn't a food for her at the human's house. Otherwise, cat nip really wouldn't make anything better.

A few mice scattered across the concrete pavement as Victoria tried pouncing on them. Small huffs came from her mouth as she moved from side to side, occasionally landing on a tail but then losing it.

The mice were all completely white, like snowflakes against gray concrete. Their bright red eyes looked like blood as Victoria chased after them, filled with fear. It was dawning on the fact that all of them were white, like Victoria herself. Well, all white aside for one.

A small, black and white mouse moved quickly towards one of the white ones cutting off the connection between that mouse and Victoria. It seemed as if their tails intertwined to stay together. The black and white ones eyes connected with Victoria's, who sat and watched as the mouse guarded the other one.

Victoria's heart rose to her throat as she thought of one thing and one thing only. The black and white mouse seemed to nod its head as it looked back at her with thankful eyes. The white mouse carefully led the way, looking back at Victoria. It was like looking into her own eyes.

The snow white Queen backed away from the mice and let out a shaky breath. Slowly, her paws brought themselves up to her ears and she scratched them thoroughly. Her heart attempted to stop thumping so loudly, failing terribly. The fact that the two mice were snow white and black made her mind spur.

She stood back up and began to trail away from her spot, gracefully stepping on the cold pavement. Her glowing blue eyes were bright even as her stomach still lurched for food. Sadly, she made a vow to not hunt those mice.

The brilliant dark night sky sparkled with stars as she looked up. Almost like Mistoffelees, she thought.

Her shoulders tensed and she scratched her ears, hopping on her feet twice.

"Stop it," She told herself, "Not everything is him, Vick."

It was as if she felt she was going to go insane with out him. The night didn't seem as deep anymore and the joy in things wasn't joy to her with out him. It all seemed useless, everything.

"Stop over thinking," She mumbled to herself. She began to walk again, now agitated and annoyed. Now cat nip sounded good.

"It's nice out tonight."

Victoria bounced back as a voice echoed through her ears, paws at the ready. Her right leg raised itself up as she hunched her back in fear, eyes wandering around. The voice sounded familiar. Too familiar.

The big heart that lay in Victoria's chest rose up to her throat as she quickly realized who it was. The blue hue in her eyes brightened up automatically as if happiness had just invaded her whole self. The white fur on the back of her neck stood as she let the cat's name out faintly.

"Mistoffelees," She breathed, voice filled with bliss. She sounded certain, though; that this was indeed was her Magical Mr. Mistoffelees. The black and white tuxedo cat did not move from his spot, though.

The expression on his face was cool and calm. What was going on inside of him was the exact opposite.

Butterflies infested his stomach as a lump formed in his throat. His muscles seemed to barely even relax for two seconds as Victoria's voice echoed in his head. His eyes flickered down and glanced at her, he brilliant white of her coat sparkling. He looked away and swallowed hard, nervous, of course.

His chest barely swelled down as he sung the last note, afraid of moving. His paws fidgeted around under his head and his shoulders began to hunch awkwardly, but he suppressed them from doing so. It felt like he was paralyzed by her.

Victoria moved up by him slowly, one step at a time. Her liquid blue eyes were connected to him, glazed with pure love. Her bottom jaw hung open slightly; just enough to show off her perfectly white teeth. A smile threatened to spread across her face but she rejected it, wanting to save it until she could actually see him face to face.

The tuxedo cat calmly tried to breathe as he could see from the corner of his eye Victoria's white fur. He closed his eyes and breathed in tightly. She's one of your best friends, Misto, he thought, Stop spazzing.

He let out an even breath and smiled as he glanced towards Victoria, who smiled widely at him.

"Hello Victoria," He welcomed her with no problem, as if she was now as she was before, Victoria, his best friend.

A laugh erupted from her throat as he sat up, awkwardly positioning himself on his arms. She crawled up to him and nuzzled her head to his- friendly. The hair on the back of his head stood up as he saw her that close to him and his bright white cheeks turned red. Just like friends, he told himself, just a friendly welcoming.

"Misto," She said angelically as the caress broke. It was a two second, friendly nuzzle. Two Mistoffelees it felt like forever. He smiled widely, trying to tone his cheeks back down to their regular hue.

"Did you decide to leave the kits for the night?" He asked, crawling to his knees, "Normally you have Jemima and Etcetera tagged along at your side."

Victoria shrugged and glanced down and then back up at him. His grin was too unbearable to reject from looking at.

"I needed to get away I guess you can say," She said, whispering almost. Mistoffelees nodded, understanding, "they should be fine, though, y'know, Tugger's with them."

She laughed like a bell, being joined in by Mistoffelees, whose laugh was sweet and deep. She looked at him, his face his being. So different from the other tom's but she was so attracted to him. Who knew?

Their harmony laughing came to an end as they both looked down at the opposite's paws. Her blue eyes were connected to his while his brown ones were on hers. The sudden urge became almost unbearable to Misto, but he rejected even touching her one bit. The last thing he wanted to do was make the wrong move.

Victoria's eyes wandered from her paws up to his face, studying it with pure interest. He was nervous about something, as if he hadn't known her long enough to even speak to her. She tipped his chin up with her snow white paw, making sure his eyes were only on her. She swallowed down her own heart before speaking.

"Are you okay?" She asked, and the tom looked down, afraid to connect eyes with her, "Misto?"

Her paw dropped from his chin as he opened his mouth to answer.

"Headache," He lied. Victoria stared at him with an open heart, mouth in a half smile.

"That's not it," She whispered, "Or else you would try to cover it up."

Mistoffelees looked up at her face, angelically gazing. Though, his eyes seemed to gain a sudden humor in them.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, a wide, familiar grin that Victoria loved spreading across his face. She smiled fully now, teeth shining.

"It means that I was trying to find a way to get you to smile," She laughed, putting her paws on his shoulders. He furrowed his brows, but his smile stayed as wide, or maybe it got even wider, "I haven't seen that smile of yours for a long time!"

"Ha ha," He chuckled lively, squinting his eyes, "You knew I'd smile."

"Which is why I did that," She smiled, laughing still. She staggered her voice down to a bumpy stop. He did the same, still showing off his famous grin she loved so much. Flaunting it off seemed to help, for she couldn't even look away from him for a short second. It seemed everlasting for him, as if he never even breathed.

She wrapped her arms around his neck in another friendly hug, getting the same response from Misto. She gently brushed her head against his, and laughed. Mistoffelees held his breath as he heard the bells ring in his ear, smirking lightly. He could listen to her forever.

Gently, she pulled away from the hug, a wide smile still plastered on her face. It toned down to a small, closed-mouthed smile that still made Mistoffelees feel welcomed.

"C'mon," She smiled, throwing her head back and then looking back at him, "Let's go hunt!"

She was up in a matter of two seconds of saying so, running around a corner. Nervous was everything she was the opposite of. Her graceful footprints were barely heard as she scampered over by a corner, stopping to look back at Mistoffelees who was in an obvious love-stuck state of mind.

His eyes were wide as she had run away from him, as if the sweet intoxication of her scent surrounded him. Her beauty dazzled him as he attempted to breath, realizing what she was doing. He crawled to his feet and let a smile peek across his face, beginning to sprint. She was happy. He was happy. Simple as that.

Victoria was well ahead of Mistoffelees when he finally began to run. She led away from where she had promised to not hunt and went out towards the outer boundaries of Scotland Yard, looking back to see Mistoffelees running after her. She laughed lively with shining eyes.

"Speed up, Misto!" She laughed, motioning her paws toward herself.

"Hold on!" Mistoffelees yelled back, a smile going from eye to eye. His paws beat down on the ground, like music. His heart thumped out of his throat and into the sky, fluttering about. This was heaven to him.

He caught up with her, seeing her shining face. They smiled brightly at each other and ran again, laughing like the small kittens they were.

Excitement coursed through both of them as if it was a feeding of cat nip that wasn't wearing off. This was a different feeling for both of them; as if their love was growing even more, plus it was fun leaving Scotland Yard with no one knowing. The blood in their small bodies heated as they ran faster out into the streets, and pounced on the mice.

Misto stayed lose to Victoria, lunging towards the mice. Occasionally, he would end up brushing his fur against Victoria's of course causing him to blush lightly. Lightly, though. He tried staying occupied with the mice and having fun, not just on what he wanted to say to her, if he could.

Victoria and Mistoffelees both had caught their share of the hunt, one mouse for each. They tripped and fell over their tails and paws, laughing like mad. Their eyes would occasionally look over toward the opposites eyes; liquid blue on chocolate brown.

It was dawning on Mistoffelees when Victoria wrapped her tail around his, since she had never done that before in his life. His tail was reluctant to hold it back, but relaxed and held hers back as well, smiling widely that silly smile he always used.

They turned a dark corner of a pub, stumbling. They staggered to stops, looking up to where they were and then back at each other. Victoria sat down with a content smile on her face, mouse in her paw. Mistoffelees balanced his on his paw and glanced from it to Victoria, raising the dead rodent slightly into the crisp air.

"Bone appetite," He said as suave as he could get, tilting his head to her. She did the same to him and giggled.

"Bone appetite," She managed out, putting the mouse into her small, petite mouth, Misto doing the same. The laughing of drunken men in the bar was playing over and over again in the two cat's ears as if a tape recorder. Glass shattered in a distance and the two cats looked at each other curiously, still chewing on the mice.

"Are the human's fighting?" Victoria asked, looking back and crawling to her knees closer to the back door by a trash can.

"Yup," Mistoffelees replied, trailing after her. There was a back window in which they could see everything that took place. There were two filthy looking, over-weight men at each other's noses yelling to the top of their lungs. Shattered glass was spread across the bar's counter with spilled ale spreading. The surrounding people either scattered or, if they were obviously drunk, sat there and laughed. Mistoffelees glanced over to Victoria who continued to stare at the fight and then glanced away, pointing his paw over to the two men, "See, that man to the right is trying to stay cool and calm while the other one is doing all the yelling. The man that's staying cool is waiting for the right moment, and then-,"

The man swung his fist straight into the other man's cheek, causing him to fall to his side, disappearing under the counter. Mistoffelees smirked and flailed his paws.

"Ka-boom," He exclaimed silently, "He lands a new one on that man's face."

Victoria giggled, looking from Misto and the fight.

"You seem to know a lot about this kind of stuff," She said, looking towards him. He shrugged with a sly grin.

"Well, I come here time to time," He told her, "Just to watch the humans. Plus it's great hunting ground-,"

"Aye!"

Victoria jumped, fur flying up, and hid behind Misto, who stood up in mild shock. A gruffly looking man with a medium length green leather jacket looked over at the two cats with bloodshot eyes and a hurt hand. The presence he gave towards Victoria was something different than what it was to Mistoffelees, and she ran off, scared.

Mistoffelees took a double take, looking from the sprinting Victoria to the man. His mouth hung open as he turned to run after Victoria, almost as scared as she was.

"Victoria!" He yelled after her, "Victoria!"

"Tha's it 'un 'way!" The man yelled, "Bloody 'ussycats!"

Victoria ran back out into Scotland Yard, glancing back occasionally for Mistoffelees. It was obvious she was scared just by her appearance, since she still had fur sticking up on her slender back. Her blue eyes glistened with shock still in them.

She staggered to a stop, looking back to see no magical Misto behind her. Her shoulders dropped as she knew she shouldn't had left so abruptly. As if her certain taste of fear hadn't already been strong, now it was separating her from Mistoffelees. No, she told herself, don't think like that.

Her shoulders did drop in desperation, though, as she wanted to see his face to cheer herself up. It was now a matter of just seeing him that was the one thing she wished for. If love was such a powerful feeling, than why did just a simple frightening act just tear her away from the one she had the strong feeling towards.

"Moonlight"

"Lead me to but a new heart"

"Let my memory lead me"

"See the light until dawn"

"When the night comes I ought to see what love truly is"

"Then a new day will begin"

She choked a little but refused tears to shed as she sighed and turned, now ready for this night to be over.

That was, until Mistoffelees stopped her.

He appeared before her with kind, gentle eyes that glistened in the moonlight. He wasn't smiling, though which felt wrong for some reason to Victoria. When Misto didn't smile, it was like all the light went away and all the happiness gone. She thanked the Heavyside for his eyes, though and approached him with a faint smile tugging her lips.

"Misto."

"Are you alright?" His voice was quick and alert, as he looked straight at her face, concerned, "You look shaken still."

"I'm fine," She murmured, looking down, "Honestly, I'm just a bit shaken up."

Misto shook his head, though, and licked his lips, looking away from her.

"I shouldn't have taken you," He told her, getting her attention, "It was too risky, especially with the amount of fights there are daily."-He looked over to her, strolling slowly up to her- "I swear on my uncle Bustopher's nine lives that I will never let anything hurt you, never."

"Misto," She breathed, "Really, it's nothing. I-I just was acting like my old self. I get scared easily-,"

"No," He said, almost yelling, voice trembling slightly, "If something bad were to happen-,"

"Please, Misto calm down-,"

"I would never forgive myself for you getting hurt-,"

"Misto."

"I can't stand-,"

"Mistoffelees!"

Victoria closed her eyes and shouted his name, clenching her paws. It was difficult getting him to stop, as she had never yelled his full name like that before. Her eyes opened awkwardly to see Mistoffelees staring at her with listening eyes. Both of their hearts were fluttering as if fireflies waiting to take wing.

Mistoffelees looked down though at the hard ground, ashamed. She hates me, he thought, leave now.

"Sorry," He muttered, "I didn't mean to get out of hand."-He paused mid-speech and turned around- "I should really get going, shouldn't I?"

He turned and began to run away from the white Queen, scared on how she thought of him now. They're friendship could be corrupted, never the same again. The worst could be possible, and he didn't want it, not at all.

"No!"

Victoria's arms wrapped around Mistoffelees shoulders as he tried to run off, stopping him in his tracks. She buried her nose into his back and hid her face, closing her eyes.

Her heart was up in her throat as she felt her heart tell her what she should do. This was exactly it. This was going to be the perfect time to tell him what she really felt, and she had everything right in the palm of her paws. She felt her eyes swell up with tears, leaving her to wonder if these tears were ones of sadness or happiness.

The hair on the back of Mistoffelees neck stood up as Victoria's limbs wrapped around him. He couldn't breathe as his cheeks turned redder than sunset and his eyes filled with shock. This was everything he wanted, everything he had wished for. Did she honestly love him?

He turned around slowly, flickering his eyes down at hers. A small tear was trickling down her right cheek as she looked up into his beautiful, rich brown eyes. She was shaking severely as they stood, her arms around his waist and his paws holding hers in place lightly.

What came next wasn't surprising at all.

It was a slow, easy first kiss that seemed to last forever. They came to it hesitantly, since Victoria was still shaking and Mistoffelees didn't know what to do. It was an average awkward first kiss, but it seemed as if the world had suddenly disappeared and it was only them.

Mistoffelees pulled away from Victoria's sweet lips and looked into her liquid eyes, holding her face in his paws still. His chest heaved up shakily as the small line known as her mouth curled up into a faint smile.

"Y-you," He stuttered, swallowing hard, "Wow."

She smiled as he slurred, understanding. This was his first kiss, and she made it worth while. She let her paw reach his and looked back up at him with warm eyes.

"Oh, well"

"A never was there ever a cat so clever"

"As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees"

Mistoffelees laughed lightly as she pronounced his name with such grace and kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her. His lips made there way to her ear as he sang lightly into it.

"Take me far and wide"

"This chance I've never had 'till this day in my life"

"A dance," He whispered into her ear. She looked up at him with surprised eyes, but then smiled sweetly as she accepted the invitation.

In the middle of Scotland Yard, the small tuxedo cat and the white queen gracefully danced away in each other's arms, stepping lively. He raised her up by her waist, trying to remember the Jellicle Ball and the dance she had done with Plato, just minus the Plato part. She let him lift her into he air, slowly bringing her back down onto his shoulder. She fell back into the splits when they fell back down onto the ground, in each others arms.

This was heaven.

This was sweet intoxication.

This was a new love.