"Gosh, Mist, why do you have to be like that?"

"Sorry."

"Sorry my black ass. Quit being sorry! Have some attitude! Don't you get pissed about anything?"

"Not really. I tolerate everything...like you."

"What's that's suppose to mean? Nevermind. I like that sassiness champ. Keep it up."

Mistoffelees walked with his twin brother Quaxo quietly, both walking gracefully as it was in their nature. The two were fraternal, but mostly looked alike as tuxes. Misto was quiet and observant while Quaxo was loud and one-track minded.

Quaxo suddenly busted out laughing and came close to Misto's ear, pretending to whisper something while pointing at Tugger. Tugger saw this and came over.

"Don't act like I don't know that you're not really talking about me," said Tugger.

"Oh please, you think everyone is talking about you," said Quaxo.

"Nonsense. Misto was clearly confused at what you were doing and it gave it away that you weren't really talking about me."

"Well doesn't someone feel smart today?" asked Quaxo, talking to Tugger like he was stupid.

"Vous êtes vraiment le chat le plus ennuyant que j'ai jamais rencontré." You are truly the most annoying cat I have ever met. He frowned, mentally slapping himself for being smart.

"You know French?" asked Misto, smiling slightly.

"Yeah, Misto, I do," said Tugger, stepping closer to him. When any cat smiled at him, he naturally flirted back. "Est-il impressionner votre joli visage?" Does it impress your pretty face?

Misto giggled.

Quaxo shoved Tugger away, a sinister glare crossing his face. "Don't you ever lead me brother on like that. I might not know what you said but I know that you're such a whore you'll flirt with anyone, even someone as innocent as my brother. I tried to warn Vicki but you already lead her on and broke her heart. I'm not letting you do it to my brother," he said protectively and pulled Misto away.

Tugger frowned. Whatever, he thought. I don't even like toms. He flirted with toms, but he didn't actually like them. The only toms that ever seemed to flirt back were Plato, Cori, and Admetus, but he knew they all prefered queens anyway. He didn't have a problem with it at all, though. Not at all, probably because of his brother.

It's when he was a bit younger and was walking to the den. Munk had thought everyone was going to be out since it was such a nice day and everyone was sort of having an unofficial party. Tugger got his feelings hurt when he was called stupid and didn't want to spend anymore time with them. So he stalked home, feeling really down. He wanted someone to talk to, and his brother was his main source to vent. He hadn't seen Munk anywhere, so he figured he must be at home. And he was right. He walked into Munk's den and found him sucking the lips off of Alonzo.

"Shit," squeaked Tugger.

"Fuck," said Alonzo pulling away.

"Damn it," growled Munk, frustrated that he couldn't have one minute alone with Alonzo. He pulled Tugger out of the den and said, "What?"

Tugger's ears fell forward on his head at seeing that his brother was mad at him. His cat face turned into a sad, puppy's face, one that looked like it had just gotten kicked. "Sorry," Tugger mumbled and walked away. "I won't tell anyone by the way," he said over his shoulder. "I don't care who you love, Munk. I'm just happy that you're happy and in love."

Munk sighed, his heart falling at seeing his brother's depressed face and knowing that he was the cause of it. He was the only one who knew that Tugger was really self-conscious and that his low self-esteem made him very sensitive. Munk also knew that Tugger might enjoy annoying him, but he was the only one he didn't enjoy hurting. Munk looked at Alonzo in his room and told him he'd be right back. He went down the hall and walked into Tugger's room. Tugger was lying in his bed and Munk sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry, Tugger," he said gently. "It's just that I never get any alone time with Alonzo."

Tugger sighed and looked at his older brother. "It's okay."

Munk smiled and then told Tugger to tell him all about his problems.

From then on, if Tugger needed Munk to talk to, he'd knock on the door three times when it was an emergency, and twice when he could wait.

Munk was eternally grateful that Tugger accepted his relationship and his privacy.

Tugger walked to the center of the Junkyard in the early morning, when the sun hadn't quite shined on the entire Junkyard, when dew was on the grass, when hardly anyone was out and about. He loved the mornings and hated his lonely nights. He climbed to the high, sturdy pile of junk in the very back and sat atop of it, basking in the sunrise.

Mistoffelees had seen Tugger walk out of his den and through the Junkyard, not a thing stirring, not even a mouse. Misto couldn't help himself when he developed a crush on Tugger. He thought he wasn't that smart and he thought he was stupid. He knew he didn't like toms and that he was so caught up with himself. He just couldn't help himself from liking him, though. Misto noticed little things. He noticed the looks on Tugger's face specifically. He noticed how Tugger looked at things with curiosity or admiration, like how he inhaled the morning air and smiled serenely. He noticed the hurt expressions on his face when someone was being mean to him, and that's what really got Misto to like him. He saw a vulnerable side of Tugger, and he just wanted to make him give that gorgeous, wolf-like grin of his again, especially to Misto himself. Though Misto never had enough courage to go up and talk to Tugger by himself. Tugger had unknowingly hurt Vicki with oblivious rejection one time, but he didn't fully break her heart like Quaxo said. He tried not to listen to what his twin said about Tugger, but he knew he shouldn't defy his brother. He didn't understand why Quaxo was so mean to Tugger, because Quaxo really didn't mind Tugger. Maybe if it were any other cat, Quaxo would still be mean to them, and it's not just Tugger. Or maybe it's just because Tugger hurt Vicki, Misto would never know. He did know, though, that Quaxo wanted to ask Tugger some flirting tips, because he had a thing for Cassandra and he really wanted to get her.

Misto decided to "observe" Tugger, when in reality it was just stalking. He was always stealthy, and Tugger never knew he was there. Misto gracefully and quietly climbed up the junk pile. He hid himself from Tugger's view. Though he miscalculated the strudiness of the pile, and his foot slipped on a precarious object, and he fell. He screamed and fell to the ground with pieces of junk coming down. He luckily only got hit by small objects, but since he was small himself they still hurt.

Tugger looked down at the noises and saw Misto on the ground. He jumped down immediately and crouched down next to the small tom. "Misto, are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

"Yeah," squeaked Misto, holding back his tears. He wasn't sure if he was about to cry because of the pain or because he was embarrassed. Darn myself for being so sensitive, he thought.

"Oh, Misto, what hurts?" Tugger asked. He hated to see such an innocent face so hurt.

"What happened?" Munk asked, coming up with Jenny, Jelly, Alonzo, Skimble, and a few others.

"What did you do?" Jenny asked Tugger.

"I didn't do anything," Tugger stated. Why do they always blame me! he screamed in his head.

"Tugger," said Jenny sternly.

"I didn't do a damn thing," said Tugger, rage riling up in him.

"If my brother says he didn't do anything then he didn't do anything," said Munk. He crouched down next to Misto. "Mistoffelees, what happened?"

"Well, I-I was just gonna l-look at the sunrise from the top of the pile and I fell on a loose object. I didn't know Tugger was up there but thankfully he was," Misto said. He really didn't like lying, but he didn't want people to know he was stalking the Rum Tum Tugger.

Quaxo crossed his arms and looked down at Misto, not believing it. "Come on Misto," said his brother, knowing he didn't like all the attention on him. He helped his brother up and led him to Jenny's den, Jelly and Jenny following. Everyone dispersed except for Tugger and Munk.

"Why do they always blame me?" Tugger asked, choking on the sob he kept down. He was just so frustrated, he wanted to scream.

"Because of the image you give them, Tugger," said Munk. Munk had always wanted his brother to be his real self, to lose that stupid character he put on, but he knew his brother was afraid to reveal himself.

"I'm going for a walk," said Tugger. He hopped over the fence and headed down the back of many buildings along the side of the water. He walked all over Scottland Yard, not making eye contact with any cat, even though he knew some queens.

"Tugger?"

He stopped at the voice. He turned to see his brother, Macavity, standing next to a building, eating some cat nip.

"What're you doing outside of the play pin?" Macavity asked.

"Nothing," said Tugger.

"Nothing. The definiton of nothing: anything that no one is wanting to share. Share with your brother, Tugger."

"How did you do it?" Tugger asked. "How did you deal with them when everyone blamed you for everything?"

"Well, it depends on if I were guilty or not. When I was guilty, I felt quite masochistic. If I were innocent, I expected it. Everyone there just looks at your flaws. If you do something bad, then you do everything bad."

"But why?" asked Tugger, finding tears run down his cheeks. "You were wrong Macavity. Everyone loves Munkustrap and he is smart. No one likes me and I'm stupid."

"So tell them the truth. Let them know you're not a slut or you're not stupid. You're Dad's son, you'll always get attention. You should stop caring what they think of you, because they don't care about you. They only care about their selves." Macavity frowned at the memories of living in the Junkyard, the horrible ones he tried to repress.

Tugger saw this face but still wasn't sure if he was right. "If I'm myself then they still might not like me and...I just want to be accepted! Why is it so hard to live with them?"

"Because they're cruel!" Macavity shouted back. "They're horrible people, Tugger. I hate them. They were just so cruel to me."

"Why?"

Macavity frowned. "Because I like toms."

Tugger looked at his brother. "So does Munk."

"What?"

"Munk, he likes toms, too. He's secretly with his best friend Alonzo. He plans on coming out sometime to-"

"NO! Make sure he doesn't. It'll be the biggest mistake of his life."

Tugger shook his head. "No one ever liked you, Mac. They used your sexuality just to hurt you. It won't be the same with Munk. I'm surprised to see you still care about him."

"He's my brother, of course I do. The same way I care about you. I love my family, but no one else, except..."

"Except who?"

"No one, just someone."

Tugger smiled faintly. "I should get back."

"Yeah, see ya, Tug."

"Bye Macavity."

"Want some nip before you go?"

"No thanks!"

"Tugger!"

Tugger turned around. "Yeah?"

"If you ever wanna leave, then you can live with me."

Tugger smiled, tears almost coming to his eyes as knowing his brother accepted him. "Thanks."

"That goes the same for Munk, but only tell him that if he actually does need a place to stay."

"Of course Mac. See ya!"

"See ya, little brother."

Tugger walked back, relieved he had a place to stay if he ever needed to let himself go. Though deep down he knew he'd return if he ever left, because deep down he knew he'd not stop wanting acceptance.

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