AUTHOR'S UPDATE: Yes, since my glasses are no longer AWOL, I was able to edit this chapter too. Also, have you gusy read this chapter yet? If so PLEASE review, since I feel like no one's reading it anymore. sad face

I'm sorry it isn't what I hoped it would be, but I hope you guys enjoyed it anyway. Bear in mind it is currently 12:30 in the morning as I post this, and I have been on since 10:30 for you guys. My eyes have actually started to go all fuzzy and I don't have great vision at all right now. I have a MASSive migraine from doing this for you guys, simply because I wanted to, and as a sign of appreciation for all the fantastic reviewing you've done.

THIS ISN'T THE LAST CHAPTER!

However! Since there's been such a mix up with plot and voting for end pairing, I have decided to end YSMMS at Chapter 21 (which is also due to the fact my birthday is coming up next month on the 21st of October!) and simply because I like that number.

I'm sorry this chapter sucked, but without my glasses and with microsoft word AND the fanfic editor being stupid towards me, I have no choice but to ive you un-edited crap. I'm very sorry, but when I have my glasses again, I PROMISE you I will revise all these chapters, so they aren't as terrible.

Maddy

Tugger smirked egotistically as Bombalurina giggled, trying to push his nose from tickling her neck. They were currently playing some love struck game of tag, where Tugger seemed to be permanently "it". She would push him away every time he'd dive in for a kiss or a cuddle and run a little further ahead, Tugger finding a thrill in the hunt for his Bomba.
His Bomba…no one else's but his own. True, it was a slightly possessive way of thinking, but Tugger had to admit to himself; he was a very jealous tom. His jealousy had at least earned some credit though. It was in their argument that his jealousy of Mungojerrie's past relationship with Bombs (He stressed to himself it was past) that led to the unexpected kiss. In all honesty, for once, Tugger hadn't planned a kiss. In the back of his mind, (a place he'd rather ignore), he almost felt sorry that their first kiss together wasn't on of the scenarios he'd fantasised- Yes; Fantasised- like the overly romantic leap-into-his-arms in front of everyone, crushing the dreams of all their admirers. Or back at the ball where she'd danced the invitation dance. Tugger had made a lot of mistakes in his lifetime when it came to Bombalurina, but he was glad that he'd let the angry, carnal tom inside of him take over for that split second. He did something right by both of them in that.

Tugger was pulled from his Bombalurina-induced reverie when he felt the soft push of her paws on his chest, the small shove causing his grip on her to slip; letting the queen escape a few feet ahead. She laughed coyly as Tugger let out a long, saucy growl, beginning to pounce after her again. Bombs found herself speed up as Tugger's playful growling became more intense, closing behind her. Before they knew it, they were running towards the centre of the junkyard. The chase was on.

•••••

Cassandra finished preening her head fur in the largest piece of broken mirror. Her den was the remains of a small metal water tank, although hot in the daytime, the ridges in the metal work allowed Cassandra to store her possessions in the make-shift shelves. The walls were lined with shiny, discarded perfume bottles and several jagged mirror pieces. It was easy to say she was a lover of the finer things in life, as were her rich upper-class owners, away from her home in the junkyard. The finest of gourmet cat foods, the most expensive vets, and the softest of cat beds for the female feline.

"The finest for Tugger…" Cassandra's voice leaked with self importance as she practiced attractive faces in her makeshift dressing mirror. She couldn't understand why such a gorgeous male wouldn't take her as his mate. Sure, he wasn't her breed, but she wasn't exactly keen on the idea of kittens anyways. She sighed lustfully to herself, practically drooling at the thought of becoming one half of such a perfect pairing.
"Importance…elegance…I must ooze perfection." Her voice reminded herself in a slick tone, listing off things she felt she must represent. The brown Siamese surveyed her favourite wooden box, which was overflowing with shiny buttons, gems and jewels. Raising an eyebrow, she noted she was missing a very valuable accessory.

•••••

"Got you…you little minx" Tugger purred in the scarlet queens ear as she squealed in joy. She continued laughing happily as Tugger tickled her sides, making Bombalurina become weak in his grip. They both seemed happy enough, Tugger playing with her quite kittenishly, despite his so called "image". Bombs stopped laughing at the sudden realization.
Tugger hadn't pushed her away…even though they were in public.
She could see the mystic twins Coricopat and Tantomile watching curiously from a top a junk pile. Rumpleteazer and Exotica were standing in front of the TSE1 in confusion. Even Pouncival, Plato and Tumblebrutus who were ambling around the corner had also paused to watch the two for a bit. Bombalurina was still in Tugger's grip, slowly lifting her head to stare into his deep gold-brown eyes.
"We better stop…they'll see you." She whispered almost sadly. She should've remembered. Tugger tensed for a minute before relaxing again, pulling her closer.
"I need to think about what's best for both of us…" He repeated cheekily, loving the way her green irises lit up. It was true. He didn't care about his stupid reputation anymore… (Well, maybe he did just a little, but Bombalurina trumped that.)
"Tugger…" Bombs whispered airily, lifting a paw to run down is handsome face in awe, "…you listened to me…" She trailed off; amazed that perhaps something had finally gotten through to the self-righteous, ruffled Main Coon. She pressed her cold nose against his lovingly, only to find Tugger growl again. She was about to giggle at Tugger's sudden playfulness, but stopped. His grip had tightened so it was uncomfortable, and the tone of the growl was no longer playful or welcoming at all. It sounded like it was a warning…a "back off" sort of sound. Bombalurina looked up at his eyes in confusion, only to find his stony gaze rested behind her.

Mungojerrie was standing confidently in front of the pair, staring boldly at Tugger. The maned tom remained rooted to the ground, merely staring back darkly in challenge. Bombalurina wriggled around in Tugger's arms, trying to slacken his now steadfast grasp around her waist. Mungojerrie only broke the mental sparring once to give a pleading, pitying look to Bombs. I'm Sorry is what she could gather from his heartfelt look, but Tugger merely held her tighter, the growling deepening under his breath.

This would not end well.

•••••

Cassandra had just emerged from her den, suddenly frozen mid stride at the sight before her. Tugger with his arms protectively around Bombalurina, Mungojerrie standing assertively before them. Cassandra was about to stomp off at the very sight of Tugger and Bombi, but instead began to smirk. She would see how things would play out. Perhaps the odds would tip in her favour. The Siamese sat down on a cardboard box, crossing her legs daintily, grinning wildly at her front row seat.
Rumpleteazer nearly sprung to her brother's aid, but found herself pulled back by Exotica's dark Burmese paw. Exotica ignored the desperate look Teazer gave her, shaking her head in that serene, calm way she always did. Rumple merely bit her lip, as Exotica linked her arm with hers in a motherly fashion, squeezing her hand for support. The calico female watched the scene with far less amusement then the vain Cassandra. The twisting of the string of peals seemed to give away all of Rumple's building worry for her irrational sibling.

•••••

"Bombs…I know that you think you're happy with Tugger, but you need to know that he won't change for you." Mungojerrie's voice began shaky, but continued strongly with a courage the normally skittish Calico had to pull out from deep inside himself. His Main Coon opposition ceased the threatening rumbling in his throat, but the scowl on his face didn't waver. Bombalurina, at first, looked insulted by Mungojerrie's accusation, but she paled when he produced the offending collar from behind his back. It had an expensive looking black band, covered with small jewels all around (Diamonds it looked like) and a small pink bow adorning the front, a bell hanging from the centre of the ribbon. To the side, Cassandra's eyes widened at the sight of her missing choker. What was Mungojerrie doing with it?
"I found this in Tugger's den Bomba…Don't you see? He isn't the tom for you if he goes off with all these other queens!" Jerrie pleaded with Bombs, who had pushed her way from Tugger's hold. She shot a hurt look towards the Main Coon, backing away from him slowly. Tugger's eyes darted between the costly jewellery, and Bomba's green eyes, glazed over with a look of utter betrayal.
"Tugger… but I…why?…" Bomba couldn't seem to form words as she found her eyes glued to the offending gem covered piece. The maned tom found himself glaring at Mungojerrie, who had a triumphant glint in his honey coloured, amber eyes.

Tugger looked toward Bombalurina in confusion. Hadn't they been happy just a few minutes ago? And who's collar was that anyway?
"Bombi! There are no other queens! There have never been…" Tugger gave a good long look at the collar in Mungojerrie's paw, before suddenly becoming defensive, "I don't even know who that belongs too! Go over and smell it Bombs, I bet it doesn't even have my scent on it." Tugger urged, throwing Jerrie another poisonous look, "He probably stole it from someone else to set me up. Dirty street thief!"

Bombalurina was torn as she slowly inched her way towards the collar. Praying to every cat in the heavy side layer that Jerrie had lied, that he was wrong about Tugger.
She sniffed the collar and felt her insides churn into a huge knot.
It smelt like Tugger.

•••••

"Tugger…" Bomba rasped out, looking back over to the wounded looking tom. She couldn't believe how good of an actor he was. He actually looked shocked that she smelt him on the collar! More so, she felt sick to her stomach she fell for it all over again. The manipulation, the lies, the queens. He'd been tearing away at her all her life and he'd finally done it. He broke her.

Mungojerrie watched with a twisted sense of self-satisfaction. He'd just single pawedly saved Bombalurina from becoming mates with the biggest jerk in the junkyard...probably the entire suburb. He tried to ignore all the pain flashing across her features, reasoning that she would've been in a lot more had she been strung along by the sleazy tom. Tugger tried to approach her but she continued to back away on her light, agile legs, shaking her head in disbelief. Tugger looked genuinely victimised for once, and to Mungojerrie it felt extremely good watching him on the edge of groveling at Bomba's feet. He deserved it.

"Bombs…babes come here. I wouldn't ever…" Tugger felt his heart leap into his throat. He'd had the entire world in his paw just an hour ago. He had the one thing he'd always dreamed of, and now Bomba was being ripped away from him by her jilted ex-lover. Tugger needed Bomba. He needed her scent, her laugh, her smile, her touch. He needed her kisses every day, and he needed her love and affection. Rumpus Cat, he needed her like she was before Mongreljerrie had to show up and throw a diamond studded lie in her face.

"Who's collar is it?" Bombalurina asked with a strained tone. Mungojerrie didn't answer her, not knowing the answer himself. Tugger gave Bombalurina an exasperated look.
"I don't know who's it is!"
"-Oh, didn't you catch her name?" Mungojerrie was almost surprised at how quickly the acidic remark slid out of his mouth. Tugger ignored him as he continued to hold his paw out to try take Bombi's own, smaller one.
"Bombs I…" Tugger whispered, trying to at least touch Bombalurina one last time. She recoiled as his paw lightly brushed her own, her eyes filled with as much pain as the Main Coon. The scarlet queen stood timidly, seemingly unable to take any more emotional turmoil.

Cassandra studied the situation carefully. Her collar seemed to be the whole argument against Tugger. A light bulb went off in Cassandra's head. She could say she was there…in Tugger's den…and she accidentally left it there after their rendezvous. If there was one way she could break up Bombalurina and Tugger indefinitely, she would be to say she was the other queen.
"It's my collar." Cassandra piped into the awkward scene that was unfolding. All three Jellicles gave the Siamese shocked looks as she sauntered into the cluster, heading to Mungojerrie. She purposefully brushed her tail along his arms flirtatiously as she collected her collar. She fluttered her eyelashes a few times, issuing a husky "Thank you", before swaying her hips over to a frozen Tugger. Cassandra pouted when her attempts to drape herself over the tom were rejected; with Tugger flinching away from her in disgust.
"Cassandra…you were with Tugger?" Bombalurina questioned with a whimper, beginning to feel more and more humiliated. Tugger was becoming desperate. He had been waiting his how life to do something to be with her, and it was quickly being twisted into some kind of nightmare.
"She and I were never together behind your back Bomba! I wouldn't touch her…"

Mungojerrie was suddenly enraged. Tugger was lying to her face again! He wasn't good enough for Bombalurina. Not if he was going to run around with other queens behind her back. Jerrie felt so awful for Bombs when Cassandra started to stroke Tugger's arm with a haughty air about her. Even though Tugger was pushing the Siamese's hands away, it was obvious they must've been together. Mungojerrie was even further disappointed as Tugger continued to plead his innocence. Did being a Jellicle mean nothing to anyone anymore?

Bombalurina finally found the strength to turn her back on the frantic Tugger and bitchy Cassandra. She couldn't stand there, listening to anymore lies or stories, feeling utterly disgraced as other Jellicle's watched the spectacle from afar. Tugger wasn't crying, but his eyes held an awfully familiar looking glassy shine to them. He felt his feet finally uproot themselves from where they were, and he found himself quickly following her, merely a foot behind.

Mungojerrie couldn't let him get away with it. It finally dawned on him. Bombalurina was taken away from him by that Pollicle! Feeling angrier then he'd ever been in his entire life, Mungojerrie pounced on Tugger from behind. He let his claws dig deep into his flesh, before shredding them down the entire length of his back, ripping up curls of muscle under the razor edges, blood quickly began flowing from the gashes. Tugger yowled loudly in agony, before whirling around to tackle Mungojerrie to the ground.

•••••

"…and that's what Etcetera wants everyone to think! She didn't know who Tugger's new queen was, so she planted the collar in his den, and the queen would leave him!" Electra stressed to the conjuring cat and his pure white sister. Victoria had both paws covering her open mouth dramatically, Misto kept a poker face as he found himself deep in thought. Electra shook her head a few times, as if trying to rid herself of her own shame, staring at the ground, tears already returning to well in her eyes. "She wants to be with Tugger so badly…but she's…she's…not my sister anymore…"
"Don't start crying again…you won't get in trouble I promise you. At least you told someone…right Misto?" Victoria tried to soothe the splotchy kitten, looking up to her tuxedoed sibling optimistically. The magic tom nodded.
"Look…it isn't that bad. As long as we can get it sorted out before-" Misto was cut off as the violent howling of a cat fight rung through the air. Victoria and Electra both jumped with squeals, pulling each other closer as Mistoffelees bolted around the TSE1 to join the chaos.

Did you guys understand that? If not, here's the short hand:

Etcetera (and Electra, but not willingly) had stolen Cassandra's collar to plant in Tugger's den to make it look like he isn't faithful to Bombalurina. Etcetera however, didn't know who Tugger's new queen was and chose Cassandra as her victim because she knew Tugger wouldn't touch Cassandra at all (As we all know, she is a bit of a snobby-floozy) Mungojerrie, who is trying to be Bomba's night in shining armour (collective sigh) made the situation worse by confronting Tugger, and causing Bomba to feel like she's been lead on. Tugger IS actually innocent, yet can't seem to prove that he's actually changing to be with Bomba, especially when Cassandra decides to lie to Bomba so she can have Tugger for herself. Mungojerrie gets a little hot-headed from all the built up anger towards Tugger and finally lashes out physically.

(To see what happens in the fight and aftermath please review! See what happens when the whole junkyard becomes involved!)

On the other paw, Electra told Mistoffelees and Victoria about what Etcetera had planned, and they are all trying to stop everything before it happens, but we now see they are too late.

Does that clear everything up? Is it awful? I know...It's too cliched isn't it?

If you guys hate it, I will take these chapters down and rewrite them entirely with a different storyline, and if that happens I am so sorry I tried to write while I was so sick. Obviously it has made me delusional.

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