Sorry this one took soo long to post up -_- I've been SWAMPED lately and- ugh, school is such an inconvenience!

So here's the Misto- Vicky moment we've kinda been waiting for. Nothing too special, well, I can't say nothing because that may be a lie depending on who reads it and I should probably stop rambling before I bore the life out of you O_O

Eeek, review response time!

FantabulousMe: Aww, thank you :3 I was really happy with how that turned out. Awwww fests are nice. Sorry if I creeped you out, though of all the things in this fic there surely are more things that would be freakier than a dream xD... nightmare, sorry.

Iamtwilight: Lol, I'm glad :D I knew they were around here somewhere ;) Usually, for me, they're under the car seat. I hate it when your car starts smelling like McD's fries, granted I don't have a car but I don't like it happening to other people's cars either. Oh, hun, the light's still a ways off... sorry.

miss mistalee: Ummm, I don't know if you're flaming me or what but there is a 'Back' button if you don't like what you read. I know rape is a horrible thing, which is kinda why I didn't make this a humour fic and put warnings. I think, as long as I'm treating the situation respectfully, there really isn't any need for flaming; but please let me know if you do find anything in here (besides the rape itself) that is offensive.

Ummm... Enjoy?


"The Great Rumpus Cat!" the chorus sang out. Quaxo spun his head around to see the Rumpus Cat soar through the air behind the tire, gasping at the bright red eyes that peered out of the dark junk pile. Tumble, who sat next to him, turned to see what his friend was looking at. They both shook in fright as the frightening monster winked at them teasingly, consequently not helping ease their fears. Terrifying stories they'd heard from the other kittens started to play through his head, he knew that they weren't allowed to tell those stories and they would get in trouble if the adults found out but this was an emergency! His vision was obstructed when Munkustrap walked past him to go meet the scary eyes cat, not Munkustrap! He lunged forward and latched desperately to his tail having missed his foot.

"Munkustrap, No!" he shrieked. Tumblebrutus reciprocated and latched onto the Protector's foot.

"The Rumpus Cat's going to get you!" Tumble cried. Munkustrap gave them a quizzical look before exchanging glances with the cat in question, who just so happen to be Admetus in disguise.

"What do you mean? Rumpus Cat's not going to get me-"

"He's going to eat you! And then us! Please don't go Munkus!" Quaxo wailed, tightening his grip on the silver stipped tail. Munkustrap looked around with a light pink blush for the freaking kittens; many of the adults, kittens included, were giggling at the display. Munkustrap slowly started to trudge forward, ignoring the fearful cries of the two tom kits. Rumpus Cat got up and revealed himself from his hiding place, looking slightly embarrassed that he had scared the little toms. Quaxo and Tumble clamped their eyes shut, if they looked at the fiery orbs directly their eyes would melt.

Munkustrap stopped a few feet in front of the concealed Admetus, he picked the two kits up gently by the scruff of the neck and held them out in front of him. Admetus took off his mask, giving a goofy grin to the amused company.

"Look," Munkustrap ordered softly. The two kits slowly opened their eyes to see a laughing Admetus standing a couple feet in front of them... in a Rumpus Cat costume!

"No way!" Quaxo exclaimed, Where's the real Rumpus Cat? It's kinda pointless to sing about the Rumpus Cat with a fake Rumpus! Despite his fear, he was a little bit disappointed.

"Way," Admetus affirmed as he scratched the kittens' bellies, smiling when they gave a wave of happy giggles. "Now," he started as he pulled his mask back on. "Shall we continue with the song?"

Quaxo's ears perked up when the sond of light knocking reached his keen ears. His eyes flew open in a wave of panic, he sighed when he was met with the careful, puffy face of his littermate. Tugger, who stood guard by the door, looked between the two before deciding she was safe. He got up and headed past the snowy queen, giving her a small nod before he pushed past her.

"I like your fur," she smiled softly after him.

"Hey," she greeted softly, unsure whether to run up and squeeze him until his eyes popped out or stay back at a 'safe' distance as Jenny suggested. Quaxo could see her uncertainty, he appreciated that she didn't want to freak him out but he felt a bit ashamed that his own sister didn't want to touch him, though he couldn't blame her.

"Hi," he whispered back. He tried to push himself in a sitting position but the gouges on his chest, which had started to seep in protest, kept him from moving on his own. He tightened the blanket around his midsection, trying to cover the shame he had brought on to them. Victoria sighed when he fell back onto the blankets; panting from the pain.

She slowly crossed the room and quietly sunk to the floor next to him; she felt so useless, a backstabber, incompetent almost. She couldn't do or say anything to make the pain go away, to rid her brother of the insane guilt he wears so clearly on his face. The snowy queen reached down to grab Quaxo's paw and took it into her's.

"I'm so sorry, Quaxo," she squeaked, she could feel the burning, the immense pressure building in her chest as it tried to force tears and useless sobs from the helpless queen. Unable to help herself; she deflated onto his shoulder and began to sob loudly, she could feel his body go stiff and tense but he didn't push her off. This doesn't feel right anymore. He didn't feel like her brother anymore.

He patted her head softly. "What do you have to be sorry for?" he rasped, trying to contain the slight discomfort as well as the tears he knew weren't there. He had used them all up already; though it didn't reduce how close he was to breaking down.

"I wasn't there, I could have saved you or something!" she whispered. All that met her was silence, he took a long breath.

"So you could be the one lying here? So you could be in pain? So you could be as disgusted with yourself?" She looked up in shock. His voice was so fervent, so sure that she was at a loss of words. "Victoria, I don't, for one second, regret that it was me he hurt and not you. And that's how I want you to feel too,"

"Quaxo, you know I can't-" How could he be asking her to do this!

"Yes, you can. And you will, because I'm glad he didn't hurt you," he stated coolly. She didn't have a doubt in her mind that he meant what he said, she just wished that he could look at her without seeing Him, she just wished that she could have her kind, caring, gentle Quaxo back. She smiled weakly, though it didn't reach her eyes and nodded in agreement.

Quaxo stole a glance at his sister as she was wiping the tears from her eyes. She looked so innocent and vulnerable, but was she really? Were they both born from the same circumstances that he was living? Were they a freak accident? Maybe they weren't as innocent as most thought, maybe he was getting some sort of payback for being His child. He was, after all, a part of Him.

He just couldn't bear to look at her, she was His fault. He was His fault, though he already hated himself now.

"Where is he?" A loud voice bellowed from outside. They glanced at each other quickly, Bustopher Jones?

"Hey, what are you-? You can't go in there!" they heard Asparagus voice shout from the den next door. They both stared at the door in shock as it nearly blew off its hinges, Bustopher Jones stood tall in the light of the midday sun, next to him was a tom who looked about a few years older than him. The other tom looked a bit like a male version of Etcetera but had creamy coloured fur and a skunk stripe running down his back, Quaxo immediately remembered the tom as Bustopher's servant Perceus. He remembered him from his occasional visits when he was a young kit and the one time they visited him and Victoria when their mother died.

The overweight tuxedoed tom gingerly waddled over to crouch by his young nephew."Oh, by God!" Bustopher gasped at the sight of the afflicted cat. "Get up, son. We're going to take you where it's safe," he smiled warmly. He waved Perceus over, motioning to Quaxo's other side where Victoria sat in silent shock.

"Hello, Victoria."Perceus smiled politely. "Hello Quaxo," he greeted softly as the older toms prepared to help him stand.

Bustopher counted them down from three and they both eased Quaxo into a standing position. He yelped in pain as his knees gave away beneath him, everything hurt and he had no energy to be up walking around, let alone walk all the way to Bustopher's home in Victoria grove. Dark spots floated in his vision and the blood rushed in his ears, he could almost feel every cut, buise and break in his body try to drag him back onto the floor but his uncle and Perceus's hold on prevented him doing so.

"Put him down!" Victoria protested. "He's supposed to be resting," she argued, being rudely ignored. "Munkustrap!" She darted from the den ahead of them in search for Quaxo's guardian, Munkustrap wouldn't let this happen.

The young tux squinted fiercely when he was brought out the door, the sun was a lot brighter then he remembered. He groaned miserably when an icy chill saturated his exposed skin, he quickly became too aware of the fur-less portions of his body.

"It's alright, Quaxo. When we get home you can lounge by the fire, roast yourself as much as you want," Perceus assured. A fire sounded heavenly right now but he didn't want to leave the junkyard, especially without Munkustrap.

"I'm tired," he whined weakly. There were other things he wanted right now, like to be put down so he could maybe get some rest or possibly some alone time, he doubted that he wouldn't be getting any peace anytime soon.

"I know, son," came the pitiful reply.

Quaxo soon realized where he was and became extremely self-conscious when all the eyes of the Jellicles were on him. Many were calling out to them, Bustopher mainly, and some even tried to take him from them. Alonzo was standing in their way; trying to slow them down until Munkustrap or Old Deuteronomy could handle the situation.

"Bustopher! What in Cat's name are you doing with him?" Munkustrap roared as he ran towards the trio.

"I'm taking care of my nephew!"Bustopher bellowed back. "It's obvious that you are unable to, so now I'm taking him with me before the poor kit gets killed!"

The silver tabby quickly reached them and was now having a staring contest with Bustopher Jones who had just released his side of Quaxo over to Perceus; Quaxo leaned uncomfortably against the older tom as he waited for his fate to be decided.

"He's fine now. We can handle it from here, thank you," Munkustrap finally muttered through a clenched jaw.

"Well, apparently not! If I can just waltz in there and take him as easily as I did; there's no stopping Macavity from getting to him," the fat tom laughed bitterly. Quaxo cringed at the name, he wanted to throw up at the mention of His name, but then he would spew all over poor Perceus, he didn't want that.

"I'm his guardian, he is my responsibility. Therefore, you have no right coming in here and dragging him wherever you please."

"Well if you're such a good parent tell me how this happened!" He motioned towards Quaxo who seemed to deflate under the pressure. If he could, he would've just ran, run away from all this trouble, run away from what he had selfishly brought upon the tribe. Munkustrap's face fell, Bustopher had hit a soft spot.

"I know," he muttered sadly. "But I'm trying as hard as I can to make things right. You can't take him away from me, not now," he pleaded. Quaxo's eyes widened, the look on his father's face was heartbreaking and his voice didn't help any.

The old tuxed tom's face softened a bit in sympathy. "I'm only keeping the kit's best interest in mind."

Perceus shifted under Quaxo's weight and suddenly scooped him up in his arms and started to carry him off, panic struck the young tux when the crowd around him burst out in protest. Munkustrap's face suddenly became distressed; causing Quaxo's blurry mind to finally put his body in motion.

"Munkustrap!" he cried out as he began to kick and pry himself from the vice grip. His heart raced fiercely when he couldn't find a weakness in Perceus's hold; he was trapped. He kicked harder to the point where, in the middle of chaos, he hit the ground; making a light thud but managing to throw all his injuries into temporary shock.

His body hummed with uncertainty, was he feeling any pain? Why did his arms feel numb? Stars once again sprinkled his vision as his per-feral vision started to melt away to darkness. Munkustrap and Tugger were both by his side before he realized it, though he could have been lying there for half and hour as far as he knew. They spoke to him but he couldn't hear them. He was so tired and in so much pain that he couldn't resist the temptation of unconsciousness, he almost didn't care what would happen to him now, as long as he didn't have to deal with it right now.


Awww :( Poor Quaxo. So what do you guys think? Is he going to wake up at Uncle Busty's place? MAYBE! So, it's 12:00 right now but I HAD to post this. Don't tell my dad, I'll know if you did! Shhhhhhhhhh!

Also, if there is anything you find that was inappropriately handled throughout the story, I would like to know :)

Reviews are golden!