Disclaimers: Simple, yet so very painful to pen. What would it be to own…I shall never know.

Authors Note: To all those beloved who signed up. You are Angels, thank you. I regret to say that for some reason still unknown to me, Fanfiction.net has deleted my sign-up sheet. But of course I still love my Fanfiction.net and can not disregard all the times these wonderful people have fixed their website after it bombed. But nonetheless, I was unable to post my third and final update to all you Angels that gave me your characters. Everyone made it, although I edited your reviews and changed a few things. As one reviewer said "My character is at your mercy". At the end of this chapter I will post some of the couples, the rest will come in later chapters. If you would like to learn more about whom your match is, or would like to change it, please include that in a review, or e-mail. Thank you, I hope you enjoy the first chapter in many to come.

Last Note: I any author or authoress has done this story line before, gomenazi! Tell me and I'll take it down.

                                                Chapter I: New Beginnings, and the Vanilla Massacre

"Final boarding call for train 67 to New York,"

The intercom rang like a church bell through the crowded train station. Yet, crowded was an understatement, it was like a Washington Mall during Christmas season. The sea of different colored brown and black heads filed to and from the trains, but if you were looking hard enough you could see, the small wisp of strawberry blond, softly swishing gracefully across the young teen's board strait back. If one were to take a closer look they would see the full few of the strangely out of place lady. Her kaki flares hung snugly onto her unhealthy thin form, and a loose forest green peasant blouse exposed a tiny peak of her belly button. She didn't look out of off place, but then the few who took a glance at her angelic face as they rushed like a summer breeze past, would see the steel tinted, icy blue eyes. Those few would shiver as they stepped out of her way, feeling as if they had just encountered someone almost magical.

                "She's here, down on the platform. Hurry, Logan she plans on boarding the train,"

 Higher, near the entrance of the frigid train station, were two figures. One, the one who had spoken in the midst of silence; an elderly man, completely bald with a stern frown on his face, he was supported not by his legs, but by a silvery wheelchair, marked at the wheels with two blue "X's". The second, standing rigidly beside him, was a middle aged muscular man. His wild like appearance frightened passing children, who would take one look at him and cling desperately to their mother's legs. But all was oblivious too the pair other then the blond young teen, who was clutching her pockets with so much force, they might have ripped if she had been healthier then she was.

                With a sniff of disproval and annoyance the large man walked calmly, hands in his pockets, down to her very position, making little effort to avoid the other passerby. Her eyes had been permanently directed towards the floor the minute she had entered the station. She watched as the black and red tiles slipped beyond her vision, as she took another step. Suddenly, a large obstacle interrupted her semi solitude. With an embarrassing yelp she bounced back from what felt like a steel wall and fell painfully on her butt, to the floor. Her icy eyes shot up, half in annoyance, half in fear.

                "Should have looked were you was walkin, your name Robin?"

The statement had been more of a challenge then a question. She gulped down the acids that had formed in her throat. He was so much taller then she was…and look at all that muscle. He could probably crush her before she had time to mutter yes. But backing down and giving up had never been her way. Besides this was the last chance she would have for being accepted as a person, not an animal, or a demon.

                She placed her palms on the floor and lifted herself up slowly, not bothering to brush off the dust that had clung for dear life to her behind. With one last prayer to the Virgin Mary, she held out her hand. He seemed to stare at it for a moment.

                "Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you sir."

His dark eyes seemed to bore holes into her fingertips. She gulped, not from nervousness, but from the fear of rejection. She had gotten so wrapped up in her own thoughts she didn't notice as the man extended his hand as well, until he shook hers.

                "The Professor's been waiting for you,"

With that and not another word he walked off. She felt like a puppy, follow and you wouldn't get lost. She breathed in a sigh for the future and walked determinedly after the man she had yet to place a name with.

~*~*~*~

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

A screech that could wake the dead was heard throughout the entire mansion. Evan looked up from his glued spot in front of the television were a rerun of his favorite show Gundam Wing was playing. Rouge jumped a foot into the air and dropped her book titled "By The Sword". Jean and Scott froze in place, just as they had reached for the door and Storm sniped the rose she had been priming in half.

"You little PERVERT!"

All eyes spun to the pair in the long, beautiful hallway.

"It vas an accident! I didn't know anyone vas inside!!"

"The shut door should have given you a hint that someone was using the bathroom! Besides you don't just pop in, you use the door!!!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Sorry this pal!"

Kitty her eyes flaming in defiance and rage reached for the nearest heavy object. Her breathing was labored and she practically radiated with anger. Kurt his soft innocent eyes pleading for forgiveness, widened in heightened fear. Just as the red, pink flowered vase smashed against the wall immediately behind him he tripped over his feat in hast to move fast enough. Spinning his arms like windmills he ran with renewed fear down the navy blue carpeted floor. Yet another vase slammed, far of course but near enough to make poor Kurt let an animal like yelp. Just as he reached the stairs he remembered a vital advantage.

                Kitty holding a very painful looking broom came upon him. Swinging it in an arch like a scythe she brought it down for a crash on his fuzzy blue head. With a puff of smoke and the twinge of a passing moment the broom slammed harmless unto the hard wood staircase. Jean laughed as Kurt appeared and ducked behind her. Rouge, already disgusted with the whole situation, picked up her book and tired to find her page. Evan a smile of childish pleasure on his face turned back to his show and Storm chuckled to herself as she placed the dying rose in a cup of water that she always kept handy for just that sort of occasion.

                Kitty her face still red gave an indignant humph and glared at Kurt before turning on her heel and walking purposely to her room.

"Kurt, man you gotta be more careful," Scott chided.

"But I didn't know she vas inside!"

Jean giggled behind the palm of her hand and pulled jingling car keys out of her purse. Suddenly her hand froze and her eyes became distant. Kurt who was to busy scuffing his feet across the floor and thinking back on the previous event didn't notice, Scott however immediately recognized the shaded look that covered her usual sparkle and knew what was going on.

"The Professor needs me in the library,"

"I'm coming to,"

Kurt looked from Scott to Jean his eyes pleading for them to let him come along. His interest sparked but also his desperate need to stay far away from Kitty.

"You can come too"

Kurt's face broke into a smile and he popped out of view. Scott sighed, shrugging his shoulders in mock annoyance. Jean placed her black leather purse on the marble counter, flashing him a soft smile as they both walked down to the huge library.

~*~*~*~*~

When they entered the room was had only a few lights on, which set for a mysterious meeting. Professor Xavier sat his hands folded neatly across his lap in his wheel chair. Beside him was Kurt who was talking excitedly to a small teenager. She was at least a foot shorter then Kurt. Her flat, board strait strawberry blond hair reflected of the walls, lit nicely by the light. Her icy blue eyes danced happily as she laughed at something Kurt had said.

"Jean, Scott I'd like you to meet Robin."

A round of mumbled hello's and strong handshakes followed. Robin felt extremely nervous. The lady that had just entered looked at least two or three years older then herself, her red hair was shocking at first but she got used to it quickly with the dim light. The other was cocky looking. He carried an air of importance that bugged her to no end. Besides, who wore sunglasses in the house, especially with this kind of lighting! Jocks, she sighed and turned her eyes back to the boy named Kurt. He was definitely on her good friends list. As soon as he had "popped" into the room she had known he was nice. He always had a huge grin and his eyes sparkled like huge diamonds.

                The Professor hadn't been what she expected but she loved him as a father already. He had taken her in and accepted her for what she was, to her that was everything. She hadn't realized it but she had been zoning or in other words daydreaming.

"Robin? Earth to Robin?"

Kurt was waving a fuzzy blue paw in her face. She blinked twice and apologized, before her powers had grown in her teachers had always scolded her for daydreaming in class…of course after her powers had come she didn't go to school much.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Za Professor vants me to show you to your room. Okay?"

"Um, yeah sure. Goodnight Professor, Jean, Scott, see you all in the morning."

"Goodnight Robin. Please come down for breakfast early, you have many more people to meet,"

She nodded but found herself nodding at nothing but air; she glanced around suspiciously and coughed on some smoke that seemed to be disappearing from the air.

"This is your room. Mine is done the hallvay. Night!"

"Night…"

Again she found herself starring at only air. The elfin boy was gone. With a heavy sigh she slumped on the bed. It was a really nice room, a double bed with a dresser on one side of the room and a computer on the other. Large Victorian windows painted the room with the dying rays of the setting sun and the shadowed violet walls made her feel right at home, not that she had ever really had a home. Kicking of her shoes and tumbling backwards into the mounds of pillows she closed her eyes and breathed deep, even breaths. Her clothes still on she fell sound asleep, and for the first time since she could remember she didn't have nightmares, or hear the horrid sounds of human screams.

Two Months Later:

"Kitty can I borrow your tub top?"

"Like sure, what color?"

"Umm, could I have the baby blue one, with the diamond studs on the top?"

"Like, umm, I think Rouge has that one…"

A muffled scream came from down the hall. Robin and Kitty giggled as Kitty reached into her mile long closet and pulled out the wanted shirt.

"I do not! I would never wear that preppy piece of cloth!!"

"Like sure, we believe you Rouge"

Arm in arm (as friends, keep your minds outa the gutter!) Kitty and Robin jumped down the steps, two at a time. Kitty wearing her usual cheerleader favorite was dressed in blue glittery shorts and a light pink bikini top covered by a solid white open blouse. Robin had on black pleather hip huggers and the baby blue tank top. Both had put on enormous amounts of glitter and each held long tubs of perfume behind their backs. With evil written all over their faces they walked casually into the dinning room. Poor unsuspecting Evan was chowing like a starved man on a bowl of Fruit Loops.

"Hey, Evan…"

He gave them a quick glance before returning to his cereal stained Car magazine.

"What?"

"Do you like vanilla?"

"As in ice crea….AHHH!"

Both girls had brought from behind their backs the dreaded perfume and were mercilessly spraying it on a sputtering Evan. In his desperation to move away from the toxicating smell he tripped over his chair and flipped his spoon up and out of the bowl, only to land ceremoniously on his head. Laughing hysterically the two girls flounced outside to enjoy their weekend.

                Kurt arrived just a few moments later, followed by a dark looking Rouge.

"What is that smell!"

Rouge waved a hand in front of her face and ran out of the room her nose plugged tight with the tip of her index and thumb. Kurt sniffed at the air above Evan and nearly gagged.

"Vhy are you veering perfume, my friend?"

Evan ground his teeth, emitting a grumble or two about stupid girls and stomped up the steps, passing Scott, who gave a whistle of disgust and waved the air from his face.

~*~*~*~*~

Meanwhile, the Professor his back rigid with concentration called quickly, his hands rubbing against his sore temples.

"Storm, Jean."

"Professor?"

"Yes Professor?"

"I picked up a reading on a powerful young boy. He's in New York. Please cancel all your plans for the weekend, we need to go retrieve him immediately,"

There was no reply but he could feel them agree, so he cut connection and left Cerebro to make plans for his visit to the mental institution. He was pleased; two saved gifted children in two months. Maybe, when he was done the humans and the gifted could live together. He stopped his chair and turned that thought over in his mind. No, that might take longer then he had…

End of Chapter One.

Sorry to all those whose character didn't show up in this chapter. But hey it's only the first and I want your intros to all be special. So hold your horses, but please review!

:: Just a few of the Couples::

Group: Nanashi                                                                          Group: X-Men

Age: 16                                                                                      Age: 17

Name: Satoka Ryuu (Dragoness)                                              Name: Jashua Kreen (Soldier)

Group: X-Men                                                                                            Group: X-Men

Age: 15                                                                                      Age: 16

Name: Evey (Discord)                                                                Name: Matthew Carter (Golem)

Group: Nanashi                                                                          Group: X-Men

Age: 14                                                                                      Age: 14

Name: Kiryn Campell (EagleFoot)                                                Name: Evan (Spyke)

Group: Nanashi                                                                          Group: Nanashi

Age: 18                                                                                      Age: 18

Name: Ryou (Shenlong)                                                 Name: Fou (Wyvern)

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