Alright! New chapter! THIS is where the story begins to get a little messed up. Actually... I think that it's the next chapter that will screw with your minds... but this ones getting there. I'll explain Quaxo's little... thing at the end. Just read the chapter an you'll know what I mean.
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Quaxo lay on his back on his bed. Tugger was busy scribbling in a book on their lone desk. "Are you working on your autobiography again?" Quaxo asked as the scratching noise continued.
"Yeah." Tugger replied without looking up.
"Can I see?" Quaxo slid off the bed and over to behind Tugger. Tugger snapped his book shut and looked up at Quaxo.
"No way!" he grinned. "No looking until it's done." he tapped the book with his paw.
Quaxo smiled at his friend and nodded. Tugger had been working on his autobiography since Quaxo had come here, nearly two years ago. Quaxo, like Victoria had been a stray cat who had found refuge in this little tribe. Tugger had been his best friend from the beginning, when Jenny had mentioned that Tug was one of the only cats that lived by himself and advised Quaxo to go live with him.
"So... were you out with Bomby all of last night?" Quaxo asked as he sweeped through the room, trying to think of something to do.
Tugger frowned slightly. "Nah. I didn't really feel like going out yesterday."
"Tugger? The Rum Tum Tugger not wanting to go out?" Quaxo faked a horror stricken face. "What is this world coming to?"
Tugger laughed darkly. "Yeah, I know. What about you? Were you, Alonzo and Pouncival out chasing rats again?"
Quaxo smiled, showing all his teeth. "Nope!" He replied proudly. At this, Tugger looked up.
"You weren't?"
Quaxo shook his head.
"But that's the only reason you're ever out all night."
"Not anymore." Quaxo explained excitedly, "I spent last night with Victoria."
Tugger didn't even try to hide his surprise. His mouth dropped open and Quaxo could hear him suck in a breath from across the room.
"Please..." Quaxo muttered, "it's not that hard to see me with a girl is it?"
But a dark look had passed over his friends face.
"Tugger? Are you ok?" Quaxo took a few steps towards Tugger, a look of deep concern etched on his face.
Tugger looked away for a moment, then back up at Quaxo. This time though, he was his old self, grinning like the ladies-man he is.
"Perfect." he assured Quaxo. Quaxo sighed and dropped back onto his bed.
"Tug, have you ever been in love?" Quaxo asked him, a silly smile on his face.
Tugger frowned and turned back to his autobiography. "I dunno, Quax." he replied, "what's it feel like?"
"Amazing." Quaxo sighed as he began to think back of his night with Victoria. "She's just so... pretty. The way she moves... the way she.. smiles..."
Tugger sighed from where he sat. "Yeah. I know."
Quaxo sat up. "Do you feel that way about Bomby?"
Another look passed over Tuggers face but it only lasted a second. "Yeah... sometimes."
"Only sometimes?"
Tugger sighed again. "It's not like that between us. We just flirt around a lot. I don't... love her."
"Oh." Quaxo said softly. An awkward silence fell between the two of them.
"Do..." Quaxo paused, debating between finishing his question or not.
"Do what, Quaxo?"
"Do... you feel that way about anyone?" Quaxo asked in a rush. He didn't know why he really cared. He was just a curious cat.
Tugger stiffened. "I don't really want to talk about this." He muttered with his face turned to the floor.
Quaxo nodded and pressed his lips together, trying to keep the streams of questions from spilling out of his mouth.
A sudden pain erupted in that back of Quaxo's head. Quaxo hissed and fell to the floor, clutching his head and willing the pain to go away.
"Quaxo!" Tugger was at his side in a heartbeat. "Quaxo, whats wrong?"
Visions exploded in Quaxo's mind. Munkustrap and... something dark... something scary...
"Munkustrap..." Quaxo moaned.
"Quaxo, do you see something? What? What is it?"
"Somethings coming... it's going to hurt... Munkustrap..."
Tugger cursed and jumped to his feet. "Quaxo, you need to get up. We need to go tell Alonzo."
Quaxo hissed again at the images that flashed in his mind. Flashed too fast for him to get a really good idea of what was happening. He pulled himself together enough to get onto his paws. With his eyes still squeezed shut both he and Tugger dashed out of the house to find Alonzo.
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I know it's not stated in the story at all so here it is:
Because Quaxo is magical he has visions every once in a while. His intuition is also better then any other cat out there. His visions are normally of bad things, but he does have other visions too as we (might) see later on in the story.
And for anyone that's tired of seeing Quaxo and Tugger slash stories, no one's forcing you to read this, ok? There are plenty of other ones out there so go read those if you don't want to read about Tugger and Quax. (Yeah, I gave up on keeping this a secret.)