Trespasser

Installment three.

He wanted to scream. For a moment, he truly thought Victoria had changed. But no. He honestly wouldn't have minded—that was a lie, but he would pretend it wasn't—if she had moved on to another tom. She did—but it had to be that tom. Not only was it hardly a day after the break up, but it was Tugger. Really? Yes.

Plato knew by the look in her eyes that she chose him. The Rum Tum Tugger was her knew target. It was all wrong. What didn't help was that pained look she gave him, like it was Plato's fault for her choosing him—the Tugger.

As angry as Plato was, he was really quite depressed. Firstly, the girl of his dreams was, in all honesty, a whore. If she was more than that, he would never know. Secondly, she left him—well, he broke up with her—for Tugger of all toms. Plato used to adore him, but when the kittens became his fangirls he just got annoyed. And now, one of his fangirls was his new toy—or maybe it was the other way around.

Victoria knew what she was getting herself into doing this. Etcetera's hate—even if she had denied that Etcetera hated her, Victoria knew she did—for her would deepen, as would Cassandra's. Bombalurina would hate her now. Jemima and Electra had lost any respect or friendly love they had for her when she seduced Alonzo and Pouncival. But Victoria could tell, from the look in Jemima's eyes, that the calico was just sorry for her. Which pissed her off.

Victoria hated all the looks she got. She knew what was going through everyone's head: Victoria was falling. She passed her prime at a young age. Tugger was her last resort to regain her popularity—or maybe he was her first, but she couldn't get him? Victoria didn't know anymore, and didn't care—and it was failing. Her plans always had negative affects

Victoria knew the two cats, herself and Tugger, didn't fit. As did the tom himself. Tugger knew her plan and didn't really care—he considered himself a "special case," when it came to Victoria, and he in many ways was. The kittens and queens who adored him would come right back when he and Victoria split. He just had to wait it out.

As did Plato. Watching those two be affectionate and happy made him want to throw up. Was Victoria trying to make him jealous? Was she getting over him? Or did he never really matter? At this point, the last suggestion seemed correct. He wanted to slap Victoria, and just let Tugger go—he knew from experience that it wasn't the tom's fault when Victoria got a hold of them.

Victoria found herself in the same situation she had been in no less than a month ago. The queen stood before the Rum Tum Tugger, hands on her hips. She wanted to get this over with. A break up was imminent, and its time came.

Though Victoria never really loved Tugger and Tugger never really loved her, she didn't want to break up. As soon as they were no longer together, she would be kicked out. Not directly. The looks, whispers, and the way the cats treated her like a disease was too much. It would just be for the best.

"I knew this was coming, so…" Victoria trailed off, crossing her arms.

Tugger looked down. He knew, too, that she'd have to leave. "Well, yeah. I'm breaking up with you."

"Were we ever really together?"

"In their eyes, yes."

"Okay… bye." Victoria said, turning around. Tugger shook his head, smiling sadly. That wasn't the best way to break up, but like Victoria had quiried, were they ever together? No, not really. The Maine coon watched after Victoria for a moment as she walked back to the main clearing.

"Don't forget to cry!" Tugger hollered. The white queen looked back at him, and rubbed her eyes. As she moved her arm from her face, a batch of tears was already spilling. She smiled back at him, wiping her eyes as she slowly walked along.

Her arrival was received as she expected. The queens looked on, angry. Jemima and Electra refused to look at her. Etcetera bit her lip, her eyes watering. She didn't know what to feel—sadness, anger, or whatever. She was confused. Victoria glanced at her sister—they made eye contact, blue eyes to blue eyes. It felt as if they had a conversation in those few minutes of eye lock. Victoria looked away, shaking her head. It was time for her to go.

I'll miss you, Victoria. Etcetera had said with those big, sad eyes of hers.

No you won't. Victoria's sharp eyes shot back.

I know.

"See you, everyone." Victoria called, making sure everyone could hear her. A few cats glanced at her, before carrying on with whatever they were doing. Victoria felt like she had been punched in the gut. Would no one miss her? Jennyanydots, her mother? Skimbleshanks? Where were they?

A large moan erupted from Victoria's throat as painful tears washed her face. This pain was worse than heartbreak. She didn't know what this pain was. Her heart was long broken, but it was like the other Jellicles had further torn the pieces and stomped on them.

Victoria could feel the air grow tense as he continued to cry, her moans growing louder. Plato? Etcetera? Anyone? But alas, no one came. Victoria looked to Etcetera, longing for eye contact again. Etcetera had her face buried in her paws. She was silent, but her shoulders shook.

It was time for her to go.

Um, that was a bit depressing.

It'll get better.

I know the leaving thing was a bit far-fetched, but I needed a way to fit in the next one-shot… so this isn't really a collection of one-shots, I guess.