Returning For Her

A/N: How could I resist? Sunlight, Moonlight is officially a two-shot. This is for Nekosoda; apparently, you wanted more, no?

Warnings: I suppose it might be a bit difficult to understand everything in this story. So if you're either a bit slow or 5 years old, don't read. You won't get it.

Three words: Macavity is awesome. So are obscure pairings. We need more of that messed-up stuff.

It was that very night when I returned, and it was no coincidence. The moonlight had sought me out and spoken to me. I'd seen her silvery light, creeping towards me, dismissing the shadows that clung to me. She'd told me, 'The Jellicle Ball approaches on the night of the Jellicle Moon, merely one moon cycle away.' And she hadn't said anything more, but I knew that she was inviting me. If only she had the right.

But I was coming anyway, if only to see her. The kitten whose face was a permanent image in my brain, in my heart. I wondered if she had changed. If she had grown. It had been quite a while since the night that I had discovered her.

The sound of music was already pulsing through the streets as I drew close. I winced as the voices slammed into me, re-entering my head. I hated their familiarity. Gritting my teeth, I attempted to dismiss them as I had learnt to while by myself, but there were so many of them, and they knew me well. They wouldn't leave me alone. "Piss off," I grumbled, clutching vainly at my head.

I'd have to move faster. If I found my moonlight, she'd bless me with her perfect silence. I imagined the silence descending over me like a blanket, and my pace immediately quickened. I wanted that sweet kitten so much.

And there I was. Standing outside the source of the music, a place all-too-familiar to me. I could hear footfalls as cats danced, voices singing in perfect pitch and timing. Voices that, for once, did not push into my head irritatingly. One voice rose above the rest, clear, sweet, pure. Better. The essence of moonlight was one with her voice, and of course, I knew who she was. How could I forget the sound of that silvery voice, tempting me to come closer, closer? How could I forget the feel of those soft lips, begging me to hold her, tighter, tighter?

I hesitated, drowning in the utter perfection of that voice before I took a fleeting look at what was going on within the Junkyard. Ah…I recognized all their faces, but their names were a mere blur in my memory. How was I meant to remember all of them? No, I knew them by sight. I really didn't care to put names to their faces.

I didn't even know the moonlight's name. How pitiful.

I sauntered closer, my footsteps silent. Still, she sensed me. Sunlight. The golden one. What was her name? Ah, I couldn't even remember hers. I almost laughed at that thought. I could hardly remember my own name…the only thing that reminded me, in fact, was the sunlight.

"Macavity!" she cried, freezing into place.

At once, the cats moved. Away. They ran, skittering clumsily away like frightened mice. I sneered at them, but they couldn't even see me. In fact, a few cats ran past me, completely unaware of the fire that was me flickering dimly in the shadows. The sunlight ran past me, too. I froze at her familiar scent, and my eyes followed her as she ran, her gait graceful as she loped down the street. The light of the moonlight caught at the gold in her fur, but it looked unnatural. There was no sunlight at nighttime; only moonlight. Where was my moonlight?

They returned, of course. They couldn't be afraid for too long; after all, the only indication I was even present was the sunlight's hyperawareness of me. I should've known not to hurt her too much. She'd known to watch out for me now, to flinch away from the flames. I pondered then, whether I should even show my face. I had every right to be there; I was born the son of their leader and their blood ran through my veins. The moon herself had sought me out to invite me. Bast, she was the only one who cared.

I watched, and as I watched, I felt all the more disgusted. They were a pitiful bunch to be sure. I couldn't believe that I had been born as one of them…and I was so glad to have broken away. Away from them, I'd lost track of their petty troubles. Their faces had changed, aged. I was glad that I was separate from them now. I only had eyes for one cat. She was moonlight personified. She was so beautiful.

She had changed in my absence. She was not quite as kittenish, and it shamed me to say that it took away some of her appeal to me. But every bit of me still yearned for her. I imagined running my hands down her slender body, hearing her moan softly. I imagined kissing those soft lips again; gently at first, to show that I meant no harm, and then more passionately. Roughly. I knew that there was far more to her innocent face than she betrayed.

Oh, yes. I saw her dancing with that cocky tom. I named him Patches for his black and white fur. I watched them very closely, in fact. There had to be something between them; how else could they dance so closely? How else could she stand to let him touch her in that way? He didn't deserve to. I wondered if they had ever been closer. I wondered if she had forgotten me so soon. I hadn't forgotten her; she was always the subject of my dreams.

And I was angry at her, but I still couldn't resist those eyes of hers. What a damn fool I was.

Moonlight, turn your face to the moonlight
Let your memory lead you
Open up, enter in
If you find there the meaning of what happiness is
Then a new life will begin

I lifted my head. That voice was unmistakable. And there she was. She lifted her young face to gaze at the moon, and it bathed her in its light, approving. She told me to turn my face to the moonlight, and I did. My moonlight. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, because as much as I hated to admit it, her words had touched me deeply. How was it that a kitten could have so much effect on me?

I thought about her words for a very long time. And then I took action. I revealed myself to them, and the sunlight gave her usual cry of, "Macavity!" But this time, they didn't run. I grinned sadistically at them, and they recognized me and the blazing flames I brought with me. I stared down upon them all, taking care to look very carefully at the sunlight and the moonlight. The sunlight's eyes were wide, her small frame shaking at the very sight of me. The moonlight…that faint blush had returned to her cheeks. She was gazing upon me almost longingly. It won't be long now, I promised her silently, and she understood. She always did.

Unthinkingly, I sent my shadows out. They snapped forward, bent to my will, and they wrapped themselves around my father, stealing him away. The cats were frozen into place, and I let out a vicious laugh before twisting away and disappearing from right before their eyes. This was just a distraction. I wanted to be bathed within gentle light again. This was how I would steal the light away.

It was strange that they sang for me. The sunlight and her sister. They were both beauties, but neither could compare to the moonlight. I wanted the moonlight to sing for me, and only her. Still, I could see that the sunlight did harbor feelings for me, even after all this time. Even after she'd pulled away from me. I knew that I'd made her feel incredible; unlike my brother. He couldn't compare to me.

A distraction. It was all a distraction. But the sunlight saw right through it. She fought with her fear, and she ran at me. I didn't care. I'd been expecting it. She ripped away my disguise, and the cats cried out in disgust as I raised my fiery arms and grinned. The moonlight stared at me again, transfixed, and I knew then that she could care less about Patches. She wanted me, and nobody else. But I was still angry. So angry. When I got angry, it was hard to calm down.

I hoisted her into my arms, ready to run with my prize. Not the moonlight. The sunlight. She let out a shrill scream at my very touch, and the moonlight's eyes filled with sharp disappointment. It sent needles into my heart, but what did I care? I barely had a heart anymore.

I should've seen the cats coming for me. My bastard brother-my, hadn't he grown up-and good old Patches. I ripped at snarl at the pair of them as they took the sunlight back. I was ready to rip out Patches' heart for touching my moonlight, for stealing my sunlight, but my brother was too fast. He cornered me into a fight, and I studied the muscles rippling under his silver coat, fascinated by how strong he'd grown. But he was nothing, nothing to me. I knocked him away; it was too simple. His body lay still in the dust.

I knew then that it was too late. Cats were pushing my moonlight back, protecting my sunlight. The stronger ones had the nerve to try and drive me away. It wasn't because I was outnumbered that I fled. It was because I knew I could wait just a little longer for my silence.

Just a little longer…

She waited for me in the pale moonlight. She was the moonlight to me.

I came to her quietly, but she still heard me with ease. Smiling, she turned to me. I regarded her coldly.

"Why did you dance with him?" I snarled, refusing to come close to her. Her smile just widened.

"With Alonzo?"

"If that's Patches' name, then yeah. Him." I felt as if were on fire. I wanted her, but I needed to find out why she'd betrayed me.

"Why did you try make off with my mother?" she asked mildly. She'd got me. She was too clever beneath those innocent eyes. Far too clever.

Suited for me…

"I was in love with her once. A long time ago." My eyes darkened. "She gave me silence, just like you. And then…she met my bastard brother. You get me?"

"Yes," she replied simply. Easily, she sauntered down to meet me, the moonlight trailing behind her like a faithful pet. Then she clasped my big red paws and leant her head into my chest. "Macavity…"

She spoke my name so beautifully. Something inside of me clicked.

"I danced with Alonzo as a pretense. Munkustrap believes that he is my tomfriend and that we are to be mated. We…are not."

"Don't you love him?"

She blinked at me as if the answer were obvious. "Of course not. He may think so, but I won't be there for him to be mated to me."

"Oh?"

"I'm coming with you." She spoke so assertively that I was almost shocked. I'd been planning to steal her away anyway…but it was as if her mind was linked with my own.

"Obviously," I said finally, my voice coming out as a croon. I hadn't spoken in such a way since the days with the sunlight. I cradled her and kissed her forehead. And then I paused.

"Do you know who you are?"

"I'm Jemima." She raised an eyebrow at me, tempting me with her rosy cheeks and full lips.

Jemima. So that's her name… "That's not what I meant."

"I am a Jellicle…Demeter's daughter." She stopped then, and glanced up at my face. "Macavity's daughter, too," she added resignedly.

"So you think so too." I stepped away from her, and she fell to the ground without the support of my arms. Closing my eyes, I sighed. "I'll go now."

"Don't go." She stood up and ran after me, her little paws beating against the ground as she followed me.

"Don't follow me." I kept walking, ignoring the tug of her paw on my arm. But I couldn't keep ignoring her. Not when she sang.

"Moonlight, turn your face to the moonlight,
Let your memory lead you,
Open up, enter in,
If you find there the meaning of what happiness is,
Then a new life will begin."

I groaned. "What are you trying to do?"

"I'm trying to tell you something," she said matter-of-factly. "Do I make you happy, Macavity? Do you remember kissing me…?"

Stop it, stop it! "…Yes."

"If you remember…then take me with you. I don't care that you're my father. I want to leave with you."

Who could resist those eyes of hers? Cunning, cunning kitten.

I kissed her again, ignoring the alarm that went off in my head. I felt her lips smiling against my own. She'd won.

"Take me," she breathed. "Take me away with you. I'll be yours…"

The temptation overwhelmed me. I simply nodded. She'd won. She'd tamed me. She had me under her power.

She always would.

A/N: Okay…so this really IS the end of Sunlight, Moonlight. Jemima/Macavity is lovely, though. It was fun.

Now go read my other stories. I command you.

…yeah, that ain't going to work, huh?

rawrrkitty.
two r's. TWO.
I don't know why the hell I bothered with my random spazz.

I'll shut up now.