"Your Swagger Makes Me Smile"
Hello Hello! I know I promised you guys a super long chapter in Tugger-vision, but i had a teensy amount of time this 'arvo and i thought you guys would like a fixer upper. I know it's small, but i think it projects a differant side of Tugger that will come up later in the story. Also, just a note: YES. I did foreshadow a flashback that you won't see (well read i guess...) until we're way ahead into the story. Those with keen eyes and who are particularly alert would have picked up on the inkling in chapter one about Macavity! (gasps) I'VE SAID TOO MUCH!
BTW: I've had some questions reffering to my switching of tense in chapter one. It was annoying i know, but, shock-horror, it was actually for a reason. It was to show you how Bombs mind works. It is imperative i show you guys snippets of their inner thoughts because later on, there may be things you might not understand.
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Tugger had been following Bombalurina and Mungojerrie, high in the junk, hidden from their sights. Tugger involuntarily growled again. "That's if they'd notice," He muttered bitterly, "Probably wouldn't be able to tear themselves away from each other"
Tugger rounded another couch cushion and crept closer to the ledge above the couple, eyes darting between them both. He heard Bombalurina's sweet laughter rise around him, and he suppressed a shiver. Almighty cat, he wished things would be simple with her like that. Where they could walk, and talk, and be together like that. Yes, Tugger was admitting to himself after the years, Bombalurina was the only queen that made his heart beat against his ribcage. She was the only one who could play games with him, like he played games with other queens. She was the only one who could control his emotions with the twitch of a whisker. But it wasn't as simple as becoming her mate. Tugger had a reputation….and that was most important right? Of course it was. The Rum Tum Tugger, apart from always referring to himself in third person, was the most desired tom in the entire neighbourhood. He knew the effects that Bomba played on him, were repeated 10 fold on the majority of the queens around town. Then again, Tugger caught a lone, melancholy thought that appeared in his head, what does it matter when you screwed things up with her that bad?
Deciding against reliving painful memories, he snapped back to watching the pair, who were now pouncing around in a sea of scattering rats. Tugger's ears flattened. The only emotion she was stirring in him right now was anger. What was she trying to pull with Mungojerrie? Surely, it was a passing phase of affections. They would tire of each other soon enough and she would be free to flirt with again. Flirting exclusively with Tugger of course, Tugger stressed to himself, (again in third person, which wasn't egotistical at all.) His eyes became thin slits as Mungojerrie offered her a lifeless rat.
"Don't take it." Tugger whispered dangerously to the air. Studying her body language intently, he gathered she was being stubborn, which made him smirk sadistically at Mungojerrie. "Ha-ha take that you stupid bastard. Now get lost." Tugger scrunched his nose childishly and let the harsh words run from his mouth, not caring that Mungojerrie was a fairly close friend. Not anymore though. "Mungojerrie needs to learn his place." Tugger hissed, leaping over a plastic box, eyes glued to Bombalurina who was leading Mungojerrie back to the heart of the jellicle junkyard.
"Mungojerrie you idiot, she doesn't want your filthy rat." Tugger had to control his voice. Last thing he needed was everyone to look up and find out he'd been following the two jellicles around. That would shred his highly cultivated reputation into pieces. He almost snorted as Mistoffelees stepped between the two, and gave them a low whistle. Tugger saw Bombalurina turn to Misto, shrouding her face from view. Turn back. Turn back. Tugger silently urged her. He hated when she didn't look at him, and he couldn't gaze upon such a perfect face. Even when she was a kitten, her shyness would force her to look away from him when she was nervous, or not confidant about what she had to say. "I'd always listen", his heart sang to him, but Tugger swallowed and ignored it, as he had done with thousands of his hearts' pleas before it. He was the Tugger. He could have any female feline he wanted, at any one time, and having one mate just didn't factor in with his lifestyle. What could be better then having dozens of queens groveling at your feet?
"Having one that would actually care?" His heart replied almost rhetorically. Again, the appeal was replaced with jealous rage when Mungojerrie spoke to her, and made Bombalurina stare almost lovingly at the calico.
Tugger's claws violently dug into the discarded waste pile. He could feel his body pump with raw, carnal, adrenaline. His senses heightened, his paws almost trembled with the need to destroy, his breathing heavy and laboured with fury. His extreme state was overpowering. Who the hell did Mungojerrie think he is? His mind spat, blinded by instinctive possessiveness. Tugger scanned the junkyard center again, formulating a plan of attack. Literally. Mungojerrie was within clear reach, Bombalurina face to face with him. Spectators of the public scene taking place included Demeter, Rumpleteazer, Mistoffelees and his brother Munkustrap. It was obvious Munkustrap had noticed his presence, from the horrified look publicized across his monochromatic features. Tugger scowled as he saw Bombalurina take a step towards Mungojerrie and place the rat between them. His eyes widened; Bombalurina was accepting whatever offer Mungojerrie had proposed to her.
Oh heavy side. The anger was replaced by deep, stinging hurt. They're Mates.