The Awful Battle of the Pekes and What's Possible

Of Course Tugger is Distracted

 (C.W. mentions of rape, burning, torture, and catnapping. If this makes you uncomfortable, this chapter is not integral to the plot. Please skip and keep reading if needed.) (Additionally, the part at the end of the chapter about Tumblebrutus is exclusively a joke between me and my best friend. It's okay if you don't get it, we barely do.)

The Rum Tum Tugger was surprised to be receiving such an important job for his brother. It made a bit of sense to him since Munk WAS his brother and would know what would help him feel safe, but also, he was known in the tribe for his irresponsibility. He'd often get distracted, or lose track of himself and his things. And this was no exception. He just got bored very easily and couldn't motivate himself well enough to stay on task. So on the way to his childhood den when he came across his loveable boyfriend, Mistoffelees. How could he not love up on him?

"Hey cutie, ya come here often?" Misto nuzzled into his boyfriend's mane, purring into his collar, causing the maine coon's brain to immediately go fuzzy. "Well, duh, this is my den!" Tugger looked up and low and behold, he was at his boyfriend's den which was nowhere on the way to his childhood one. He must have just wandered here on auto-pilot, though Tugger was elated that this had happened because now he gets to invite his boyfriend along for the ride.

The idea of bringing Mistoffelees to his childhood den was especially exciting since he didn't get much of a chance to show off his boyfriend to his family in much capacity. Besides just a few nights ago at the Jellicle Ball, there weren't any meetings. No family dinners, no events, nothing. Old Deuteronomy was usually too busy to see Tugger much, let alone meet any partners. Munkustrap was always busy with his protection stuff to hang out with Tugger like they did when they were kittens. Then, of course, he would rather subject himself to the wrath of a pollicle than have Misto even go near Macavity. Then, of course his mom-

"It is your den! Just thought you'd be out practicing your ballet. How'd you like to join me on a trip to my childhood den?" Misto glowed with the warmth of a thousand suns radiating from his smile. He nodded his head before running back into his den and back out again with his favorite pop tab. Misto liked carrying a pop tab and messing with it when he was out, it kept him from moving around too much and, in some weird ways, helped him feel safer. Tugger was also glad Misto was coming along so that he could stay focused and on track. Sure, he was on his way, but who knows who could've stopped him and distracted him? Heaven forbid Bombalurina or Etcetera cross his path and who knows if he'd ever get back on course!

The two enjoyed their time together on the road less traveled on. The dirt was less trampled and many piles of trash shaded them from the bright sun. The two weren't even thinking as their paws automatically slid into one another, letting their wrists cross over just enough for their arms to swing comfortably. Their tails ended up following suit and doing the same, gradually twisting together behind them and keeping them connected. Their bodies drew closer, making the two walk just a bit slower. Their hind paws trudged, then dragged, then stopped in their tracks as Tugger leaned himself down, taking Mistoffelees' breath away but connecting their lips. Tugger held the shorter kit by the ribs as Misto stood on his toes, wrapping his arms around Tugger's neck.

The two enveloped themselves into each other, letting the world around them sink. Misto has enjoyed the quiet since he's gotten quite popular from his magical appearance at the Jellicle Ball. Between him and his magic and heroic act and Tugger and his entire vibe of getting the ladies, they never truly got much time together, but here they were. Kissing in the great outdoors and not another cat in sight to tear them apart. No other cats, sure, but they still had a task at hand, so, despite the sparks that kept them together like magnets, they had to separate.

Tugger moved his paws to Misto's shoulders, pushing him away just enough so they could look each other in the eyes. In the dark covered shadows of their dens, it always looked like Mistoffelees never had an iris to begin with, just a black pupil as if he were a cartoon character. It made it all the more worth it to see him in the broad daylight. His black coated fur shimmered silver, his white face reflected like the great Jellicle moon, whiting out all his features but his eyes that now shone a glistening hazel, giving it a new life that could never truly be fulfilled in the night. "Love, I think we should get going now." Tugger leaned down, giving Misto one last peck before continuing walking, only keeping their paws interlocked.