WOOT FOR INSPIRATION! Thanks to all the people who faved and reviewed and everything! HUGS FOR EVERYONE!
Great news, I have just had a wave of an idea that might include some upcoming slash! :D Also, I have just half an hour ago found some new inspiration and am very excited about this burst of enthusiasm.
Review time!
Calanarie: Yo, watch it, man! Don't go after my main man! But yeah, I would have liked to see Tugger catch fire.
Teriyaki: Awww, thanks :D I'm blushing xD That was a great compliment, thank you :)
"So," Tugger yawned as he stretched his long arms above his head in the shade of the parasol that hung over the kitten's napping area beside the Gumbie cat's den. "What do you want to do first?" Quaxo shrugged. In all honesty, he didn't feel like doing anything at the moment; he had a few things he wanted to look into but he couldn't meditate with the loud, crowd drawing coon.
"Omigosh it's Tugger!" The two toms turned to face the shrieking kitten as she torpedoed across the clearing. Worried that she would be viciously clotheslined, Quaxo stepped in closer to the flirt but then quickly reconsidered when he realized that he had just placed himself in her target's range. Luckily for him, Etcetera skidded to a stop a few feet in front of the two when she saw the rope that connected them.
"What's that?" she spat quite rudely as she pointed to their bindings. A look passed between the two in question fleetingly, neither of them had actually thought to come up with an explanation suitable for the younger kittens.
"Well," Tugger began as he raked his brain for some sort of explanation. He looked to Quaxo for help but the young tom just shied away in embarrassment. "Umm... Well, Quaxo just needs some help doing things is all. Since his accident he's finding it hard t-"
Just then, Jemima and Electra came bounding around the corner of a miniature silo-esque structure. They called out to the group and dashed over to include themselves in the conversation. "What'cha doin?" Electra asked casually as she nuzzled her idol, she went to nuzzle his attach-ee but was curtly denied. She ignored the tom's unusually rude behaviour but couldn't help but point out the rope that now hung limply between them since Quaxo had moved in to avoid clipping any over excited kittens. "What's that?"
Jemima sat silently at his foot, the stealthy kitten who could have sat there for hours and not have the coon notice because his kitten-radar only scoped out the moving ones: the most dangerous.
"Well, as I was telling Etcetera, Misto needs some help doing things since his accident and I am just here to help him do whatever he needs to get done."
"Who needs help getting what done?" They all spun around to see Tumblebrutus and his younger brother Pouncival walk up to the fan club. Pouncival had asked the question and was now quite intrigued in what the others were talking about. Tumble, who was well aware of the circumstances of the magician's "accident",
looked to Quaxo before shying away to tug at Electra's tail.
Tugger's face fell and a deep sense of irritation burned in the back of his mind; this wasn't really something he wanted to be discussing with the kittens right now, and he was sure that Quaxo wasn't appreciating the topic of conversation either. "Oh, Misto and I are BFFs now so we're doing everything together." Quaxo shot a fierce glare at the larger tom, last thing he needed now was to be a candidate on the kits' blacklists. they looked between the two curiously and then at the rope.
"But why would you guys tie yourselves together?" Jemima asked, still perched silently at the leopard spotted tom's feet.
Quaxo smirked and looked to Tugger smugly. "Yes, Tugger, why are we tied together?"
Tugger gave a small, dramatic sigh. "Because, kits," he took a pause to place his paw on the tux's shoulder. "Friends make sacrifices for each other," He drew the small tom into an almost crushing embrace for added dramatic effect. Quaxo's heart jumped as he moved to struggle but quickly realized who had grabbed him and calmed himself. "And I am sacrificing my single, non-roped self to teach Quaxo here how to be cool like me," he finished as he stroked the other tom's headfur in mock care.
Their expressions changed, some to grimaces of confusion, some disappointment, and others shared a look of complete idolization that had somehow increased over the coon's generosity. "Oh, Tugsie," Etcetera and Electra swooned. "That's soo nice of you!" They jumped up and gave the still embracing toms a huge bear hug. "You are so kind and thoughtful- I want to help others just like you," Etcetera beamed. Quaxo's eyes widened in shock, they were actually eating this garbage right out of Tugger's paw!
"Then go and help your friends. They need you," and With that the little queen kittens disappeared in a flash of over-enthused fur. Pouncival followed the queens as they began to search for deposits of rope to tie each other together with, nearly being knocked over when Etcetera had turned back to make sure he was coming. Tugger and Quaxo both stared after them with such bemusement that they hadn't even realized that Quaxo was still locked in Tugger's arms.
"Incredible." Quaxo breathed as he watched the last round the corner. "The kittens are thicker than I thought." The older tom snickered.
"Only with me," he winked. He gave the tux one last squeeze before they separated, the chord again grew taught as they both struggled for Independence. Tumble gave them a very solemn glare as Tugger let Quaxo straighten up his disheveled headfur.
"That's not why you two are tied together. Why are you really doing this?" Quaxo paused and returned to straightening up to avoid the brown and white tom kit's scrutinizing stare. Tugger casually moved towards the accusatory tom, careful gauging the slack of the rope to avoid disturbing his charge.
"I am just helping him out, that's all there is to it. Understand?" Tumble nodded
The two cats walked around for a few hours, travelling from one end of the junkyard to the other and back again. Conversations never lasted long but there was no need for talk amongst them, Quaxo was actually quite pleased and was soon able to calmly meditate. His first concern was why his magic had been acting up; guilt began to weigh heavily on his mind when he pictured Electra's pain ridden features, he would have to ask about her later. He returned to the task at hand. He hadn't heard from Mistoffelees in a while, though it wasn't uncommon for him to keep quiet when they got stressed out. He had assumed that the demon went into hiding, besides he was far too occupied to even notice.
He was drawn from his line of thought when Tugger tripped over a half buried electrical wire, sending them both crashing to the ground. Luckily, Quaxo's torso,
a still extremely sensitive area, landed roughly on Tugger's stomach. Not the best of places, he had to admit, but certainly more convenient and cushioned than the ground. He hissed, his wounds protesting the impact with a sharp and hot pain.
"Well, isn't this fun," Tugger muttered sarcastically. They both chuckled softly as they lay on the ground for a few minutes, neither making a move to get up.
"I can't say that I've had this much fun since I sprained my paw trying to catch your damned wind-up mouse," Quaxo declared, both toms laughing harder at the memory.
Tugger continued laughing as he poked the tux's side. He tried to speak between bouts of laughter but his voice came out high and strained. "You believed me!"
"And that's the last time, I swear," Quaxo giggled, rubbing his paw and it's now ghosted pain. It still tingled before every rainfall.
"Yeah? How come?" The tux looked over in surprise to meet the somewhat hurt face of the maine coon. Was he serious?
The coon stared back in expectation. "Well, I- er... You tricked me!" When the almost concerned looking tom's mood didn't revert he tried to lighten the conversation. "You've stained my belief in the race of junkyard mice with your remote control rodent. I need to check every time I catch one!"
The coon's face still did not change, he simply looked to the side in thought. "I kinda felt bad about that. Kinda why I didn't do it again afterwards... and I figured it would be harder to trick you a second time," he winked playfully and the younger tom could feel the tension in his chest release, it was very disconcerting when someone as flamboyant as the Rum Tum Tugger became in the least bit serious.
Quaxo began to at the fur on his one un-gauzed arm, he felt the leopard spotted tom move beneath him but took no notice until his cool breath was fanning him softly. He looked up into Tugger's golden face that, unlike his snow white face, seemed to constantly glow in every light you put him in. His features were soft but still angular and solid, playing with the light on his face and unknowingly making his eyes seem to glow brighter than his skin.
Quaxo was incredibly jealous at how the coon could exert confidence in every situation, even if he just made a fool of himself while tied to a psychotic, suicidal kitten. He became suspicious and started to grow very uncomfortable when he rested face-to-face with him, trying to make eye contact but failing to persuade the other's gaze to meet his. "You know you can trust me, right?
"I can trust you," Quaxo smiled kindly. "Just not with my food." The two chuckled lightly. With only a fraction's momentum, Tugger leaned in slightly in a sudden impulse to catch the broken cat's lips with his own. Luckily, before the tux could even register the coon's intentions, Quaxo had retreated with an uncomfortable huff and squirmed into a seated position.
"What's up?" Tugger asked, hoping that his sudden loss of control had gone unnoticed. The other blushed slightly, picking at the rope with shallow claws.
He rolled his head in search for an answer. "I need to... relieve myself," he muttered finally. Thick-headedness overcame him and the coon cocked his head in confusion. He received a heavy glare; the tux's shoulders hunched in exasperation, he would have to spell it out. "I need to go," he explained more sternly.
Tugger quickly nodded in apprehension, shrugging it off.
"Just go, I don't care." The other tom's features grew hard and scornful, obviously a tom who was not impressed by the coon's apathy.
"I care," was the curt response. The corners of the coon's mouth twitched with slight discomfort at the expectation put on him. He didn't want to crowd the already shy tom but he didn't know if he trusted him enough to not run off and try something else. He just couldn't pull another miracle out of his ass.
He inhaled deeply before submitting to the tux's demands. "Alright, alright!" he sighed as he untied the younger tom's end of the rope. "Just don't tell Munkus, he'll get all anal about this-" he caught himself mid sentence but it had already jumped out of his mouth. "I-I didn't mean..."
Quaxo just shook his head, the expression on his face was tight and unreadable by the older tom. "Just untie me, please." Tugger just snapped his jaw shut and finished untying the knot. He followed the younger cat to an old broken fridge and watched as he silently disappeared behind it. "You have five minutes!"
he called to his companion as he slumped against the once-white-but-now-oddly-green fridge.
He continued walking until he was sure that the coon was within earshot if he screamed but far enough away that he had privacy; something he was seriously lacking lately. He finished his business and began towards the old fridge; he figured the impatient tom would go looking for him. He was momentarily distracted when he heard the faint sounds of giggling contrasted with lower sounds of growling.
Curious, he crept towards the sounds of the two mysterious cats to find that they were none other than Mugojerrie and his partner in crime, Rumpleteazer.
He was about to call out to the duo when he was cut off by a raging Mungojerrie. "Ya know... I think he was askin for it. Macavity don't like him dat much, an all that dancin around and flashy lights is just beggin to catch the big cat's attention!-"
The teen tux stopped in his tracks; he was asking for it? His mind mulled over the words slowly and precisely. He never realized that having fun with his friends would be seen as provocative: he never asked to get raped. Slowly creeping back, the heel of his foot lodged in some tangled plastic that sent him flying onto his arse, all the while kicking the wall concealing himself from the two bandits.
Their gazes snapped towards him instantaneously. Rumpleteazer sported a look of shock while her brother displayed the iconic hand-in-the-cookie-jar guilt stare, mouth slightly agape.
"Quax'O-" Rumple began, stepping forwards to help him to his feet. He disregarded her and focused his attention on the slightly older tom.
"You better not be spreading this around! What happened wasn't my fault!" his voice broke on the last word as his eyes started to brim with tears. Suddenly,
the rushed sounds of a stumbling Tugger rung through the junkyard as the junk standing in his path clashed to the ground noisily. He jumped in between the striped queen and the still ground-bound tux, his end of the rope dangling behind him like a second tail.
"What the hell's going on here?" he demanded, obviously quite upset. He looked between the three and immediately registered Mungojerrie's guilty expression.
Quaxo sat up and placed his paw lightly on the flirt's knee. "Tugger, I-" he spluttered but couldn't finish his thought when the older tom's furious glare weighed him down, snuffing out any will to finish.
"And you!" he fumed. "I'll deal with you later." The tuxed tom looked away, he hated starting arguments with the Tugger because he would never have a chance of winning against the strong headed cat. He also didn't like being on bad terms with him because he was a very close friend, one of few that had stayed with him. He couldn't risk losing anyone else. He just kept his mouth shut.
"Dat's foine. Wes was just leavin," Mungojerrie piped in. He caught his sister by the wrist and began tugging her away from the two, stealing one last glance at them as Tugger knelt down to unwravel Quaxo from the plastic trap. "Oi, Quax... Wach yo back, maite." Then he was gone.
Yeah! Tugger didn't catch fire :/ But he did make a very inappropriate joke- well not a real joke but it was a Tugger moment gone wrong.
Awww, :( Babysitter Tugger is mad. Quaxo is in trouble! -ooooooooooh-
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