Okk, so here's a unepic chappy. But at least we get to kinda see my little Misto/Quaxo theory, it's really complicated so I understand if you're like "This chick's stupid, makes no sense!" I'm not and I know!

FantabulousMe: Thanks xD I can never pull off their whole evasiveness (as well as cocky, funny-ass, wise cracking Tugger) so I made them somewhat blunt and to the point. Myz peeps are totes off da chain! I'm a bit sad because there won't be much more MistoxTugger romance for a while. :(

He rolled over in his soft, makeshift nest. His mind kept flashing re-runs of his and Tugger's kiss, aside from the circumstances it was perfect. He just wish that he could have seen it coming, then maybe he could have been more prepared and not make a fool of himself. He smiled, the feel of Tugger's lips on his; his deep, sweet scent, the sound of his voice! He couldn't wait for the coon's return.

"Ugh, you really need to get a grip on yourself," Mistoffelees snorted playfully in his head.

"You're just jealous because you didn't get in on the action," Quaxo teased back. Often times, the relationship between Mistoffelees and Quaxo could have been described as brotherly, if anyone had ever been able to see or hear the two that is. Quaxo knew that their bond went beyond that, Mistoffelees was a part of him that he could always count on, and Mistoffelees depended on Quaxo for his own existence. So it came to no surprise that Quaxo had adopted Mistoffelees's name as his "stage name", although they shared their names, neither liked it when they were confused for the other.

"I am drowning in an ocean of envy right now, really," he laughed before his mood became less jaunty. "Let me out for a second...I need to talk to you." His voice echoed in the back of his mind. Quaxo inhaled deeply and released his hold on the demonic spirit, feeling the Mistoffelees escape his form through his solar plexus.

"Do you know what's going on?" He asked before allowing his counterpart to speak. Quaxo could sense that something was happening, something he didn't understand. He was scared.

"I'm not too sure either, but I know that it's more physically harmful than spiritually," the deeper voice spoke in front of him. He often liked listening to the demon speak; the deep, soothing voice was often a comfort for him when he was scared as a kitten. Mistoffelees always knew what to do, though nowadays he liked to give Quaxo some "growing room" and often allowed him to mess up. Sure he learned from his mistakes, but he didn't like making a fool of himself.

"What are we going to do? Can't you just heal us or something?" Quaxo whispered. He didn't want to be too loud in case someone walk in and saw him talking to thin air. It was often a great inconvenience that no one could see him like he did; especially when he had to explain to Jennyanydots that he wasn't losing his mind when she caught him in deep conversation with a stack of books, where Mistoffelees had been standing.

"I've tried that." Mistoffelees shifted from his position in front of the tux to the basin across the den. "It seems to have some sort of... I wouldn't say 'code' but close to it. Drink?"

"No, thank you," Quaxo murmured as he went over what the older tom had said. Mistoffelees glided back over to Quaxo and pushed a cool, porcelain mug half filled with water until it was lightly tapping his nose.

"Drink it," he commanded. Quaxo obeyed and slid the rim of the mug until it sat at his lips before he started at the cool liquid. Quaxo hadn't realized how thirsty he was until the cup had emptied.

"Thanks," he smiled graciously, holding out the mug for it to be taken and refilled. "So do you have any idea what might have made us sick?"

Mistoffelees returned with the mug, again only half filled. "I have my suspicions. What do you think?"

"Well, I don't really know. I haven't really been doing anything different than I normally would, and no one else in the junkyard has been sick lately."

"You sure you don't have any idea? Think about a day or so before the ball," Mistoffelees hinted.

"I know you know it, so why don't you just tell me instead of- The milk!" realization dawned on him, how could he have been so blind? It's not like it was an insignificant event either.

Mistoffelees laid a congratulatory paw on his shoulder. "Good job. The milk was tainted, do you know who sent it?"

"No. Do you know that too?" Quaxo snipped, his patience was quickly dissolving as the immense pain in his head started to return.

"No, but I might have an idea... Can the kittens read and write?" he asked, remembering the little exchange between Tugger and Victoria when Quaxo was busy with the present.

"I don't know, Jenny tries to teach them but she could have given up by now," he sighed exasperatedly. "You think one of the kittens did it? You do realize how absurd that sounds-"

"Maybe they didn't know there was something in the milk before they gave it to you," Mistoffelees reasoned.

"So was it a kitten?" Quaxo inquired.

"I don't know. But I think they believe it came from Jemima," Mistoffelees replied. In his mind's eye, Quaxo could see Mistoffelees walk towards the open window where a cold breeze fanned him uncomfortably.

"Where's Jenny?" he asked curiously.

"She's at Jellylorum's."

"Oh. Would you mind closing the window? It's freezing in here!" Quaxo shivered as another wind blew in through the open window.

"It's not cold. You just have a fever," Mistoffelees replied solemnly. "Jenny's coming."

"Oh! You're up!" Jenny stated. Quaxo was so caught off guard by her sudden entrance that he yelped in surprise.

"Uhh, yeah," he rubbed his throbbing temples, his eyes felt like they were going to be pounded out of his head from the inside. Jenny noticed the tuxedo's vacant gaze and walked over to investigate.

"Oh, my!" she gasped at the thick film of milk shading the once brilliant blue irises. A deep silence blanketed the air between them. Quaxo wasn't sure but he swore he heard her stifle a small moan of sadness. Quaxo hated the silence now; he was blind; he didn't want to be deaf as well. Jenny composed her voice, realizing that it would be of no use to avert herself to avoid having him see her upset.

"Where did you get the mug?" Jenny asked asked finally, her voice was soft and reeked of feigned normalcy. Quaxo's mind drew blanks when he realized that the porcelain mug Mistoffelees had given him was still sitting in his paws. Mistoffelees, without missing a beat, quickly spoke out from his place at the window.

"Tugger left it for you," he instructed.

"Tugger gave me a drink of water before he left with Munkustrap," he told the expectant queen.

"Well, that was nice of him," she smiled curtly. This was one of few occasions in which Quaxo ever heard Jenny say anything "nice" about Tugger, granted she was referring to his action and not the tom himself. Still, it was an odd feeling. He nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, his world seemed to become extremely tense. His chest tightened and his head reeled in a frenzy, although he could not see; the room was spinning around him.

"Uhhh, Jenny?" he groaned as he tried to gather his thoughts together. "I don't feel so well," he gasped before tipping over onto his side. He heard a loud crash of metal before his body gave into another episode of dangerous convulsions; his mind being dragged down deeper into unconsciousness.

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Munkustrap followed Tantomile's lead through the dark alleyways of London. Tugger and Coricopat walking silently beside him. The silent humour of the maine coon was somewhat off-putting for the tabby, he looked over his shoulder at his younger brother when he abruptly stopped mid stride. Coricopat and the tabby exchanged worried looks.

"I think it would be best if you talk to him," he suggested. "I'll go walk up with Tantomile." Munkustrap nodded before walking back towards his brother.

"Hey," he greeted as he neared the other tom. He reached behind the coon and pushed him along, leading him further down the alley so that they didn't lose sight of the twins.

"Do you think this guy's legit?" Tugger asked suddenly, losing his train of thought.

"Well if Coricopat and Tantomile recommend him-" Munkustrap reasoned.

"No, I mean, do you think he could cure Misto?" Tugger rephrased. Munkustrap looked up at his little brother, he didn't doubt that they couldn't; he didn't really have time to.

"I'm sure everything's going to turn out fine, Tug," Munkustrap reassured, he gave a nervous glance at the coon. Surely Tugger had snapped under the pressure.

"I can't lose him," Tugger blurted out. The words bounced off the walls between them; in their minds. The tabby stared cautiously at the coon as his mind started to piece everything together, the words formed weights on his tongue as he tried to form them properly.

"You really care for Quaxo," he stated slowly, almost giving a double meaning behind the cautious words.

Tugger lifted his chin guardedly. "Yeah, I guess I do," he spoke hesitantly. He searched his brother's face for any emotion that could possibly hint at how he was going to react. Munkustrap looked away for a split second.

"How much do you care about him?" he asked. A small, teasing grin tugged at the corner of his mouth when his gaze met the slight discomfort of his younger brother. Tugger immediately relaxed and let out a light chuckle of relief. His brother, Cat bless his heart, had never let him down when it came to his quirks and imperfections; he doubted he ever would. He wished that he could be more like his brother sometimes... only sometimes. Very rarely.

"I care about him a lot," his voice rested above a whisper. Munkustrap smiled broadly.

"I'm very happy to hear that. But if you do anything to him, I'm going after you. He's a good cat, we want it to stay that way," he warned.

Tugger laughed before pulling his brother into a one armed hug, lifting him up jokingly; knowing just how much his older brother hated having to look up at him let alone have him be able to pick him up like a kitten. They both picked up their pace to catch up to the two mystical twins, who probably knew the whole brother-brother moment was going to happen the day before, and continue their trek before the sun began to set.

So yeah, sorry about the lameosity. I'm also sorry that I didn't introduce the whole Mistoffelees-Quaxo thing before, Misto would have blabbed and ruined it for me! Oh, and sorry that the big revelation wasn't that big. Though if you listen closely, you can hear Quaxo's brain *ding* when he realizes it.

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