A/N: Yup, another X-men story. This is a total AU but there are going to be some exceptions (like Remy and Kurt's eyes), so no powers (sad, yet true). But I don't think that'll be a major setback (for I have realized that I am better at writing AU's more than anything else).

This is a major Jonda (because there aren't enough of those out there), with some Romy, Kiotr (that's right, right?) and umm, others yeah, other's, let's just keep it at that.

Disclaimer: I'm afraid I don't own any of the X-men characters and I'm not getting any money from them. Actually, I'm not getting any money at all (I oughta get a job). I do, however own this plot, which if you look at it, that doesn't seem like a great accomplishment.

Chapter 1/Starting Over (I guess)

The summer breeze just never seemed to make the burning sun any better, it was undeniably hot. The sun shined bright, even when the afternoon seemed to die down, New York was unfamiliar territory, especially for the twins who had just moved here. Everything was unfamiliar, everything was… bright.

Wanda was glad, no more boxes to unpack, if you don't count the three boxes filled with photo albums, posters, books, etc. But that could be dealt with later. Not like anybody was rushing her anyway.

The wind came by again, lifting her shoulder-length hair up, fluttering a bit then resting down again while brushing the back of her neck. Warm, the wind was warm, coming back every few minutes.

Wanda was glad for the wind, though; it kept her from sweating so she wouldn't have to go inside. A great thing, because her damn brother was in there, singing off-key to some song on an oldies station, surprisingly getting the lyrics word for word and right on time.

Stupid Pietro, Wanda thought. As though he could hear her, Pietro started singing louder; letting the only the deep beats of radio creep in from time to time.

"How the hell did I get a brother like you," Wanda muttered to herself.

"It's not nice to cuss, dear sister of mine," her brother sang back.

"How the hell do you do that?"

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Dinner at the Maximoff/Lehnsherr household, it wasn't extremely tense, but nobody was talking. Then again, there was nothing to talk about; Eric, Wanda, and Pietro had nothing to say to each other, nobody wanted to talk.

"So, do you guys want to know where you new school is?"

Well, so much for that notion.

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Pietro lay on his full sized bed, his short silver hair lightly falling on his forehead as he stared up at the white ceiling of his room. His blue eyes were wide as his mind became jumbled with random thoughts.

Why won't Dad let see Transia, it was where we born.

Who the hell is Magda?

I wonder who Anya is…

I'm still hungry.

What time is it?

What's Wanda doing?

After the last thought, Pietro brought himself up and walk over to Wanda's room, which is two rooms to the left. Instead of knocking, Pietro softly turned the knob, to give his sister some warning of his presence. Hearing no complaints, the door slowly opened all the way, and Pietro let himself in.

Wanda was reading, some random gothic romance novel, Pietro noted. He closed the door behind him and walked to sit on the bed next to her, trying not to make a lot of noise; Eric was probably sleeping, long day and all.

Wanda didn't look up from the book yet, she was in the middle of a paragraph in the middle of a sentence. At least two minutes passed in silence, and then Wanda put a black and red bookmark in the hardback book, closing it and laying it on her lap so she could find out what Pietro wanted.

This better be good, she warned, like she expected Pietro to understand.

"I'm kinda nervous, 'bout tomorrow," he said.

Hmm, maybe they had twin ESP or something. Wanda kept her face unreadable.

Pietro could be lying. He's probably bored.

Wanda let her eyes look at her brother, her naturally black hair getting in the way a bit. He looked tired; his eyes looked void of any energy, though he tried to hide it.

"Just get some sleep," Wanda said softly, as her eyes softened a bit.

"I'll try," he murmured, he was laying back and staring at the ceiling, he always did that when he had a lot on his mind.

"We'll stay together at school, for now," Wanda said, then added, "but after the first… two weeks," she paused, "don't even look at me in public."

Pietro let a smirk appear on his face, "that's so sweet," he looked at Wanda and fluttered his eyelashes, "you love me." He wiped away invisible tears. Wanda rolled her eyes and pushed off the bed.

"Go away, smartass," she said, there was a playful smile on her face.

"You really love me," Pietro said with mock appreciation. Wanda hit him with a maroon pillow.

"And you make it harder for people to feel sorry for you," she watched her brother laugh and retreat into the hallway.

"Don't want no pity," he called out. Sure as hell need it, Wanda shook her head.

"Close my door next time, asshole!"

A/N: Bleh, they seem a little OOC… shit. I didn't want them coming out all angst and crap, but man, this could have gone better.

Well, that's cool though, I just wanted to get this done though, before I forget this idea though. Ah, thank God for my never stopping brain. I'm listening to T.A.T.U. and Ramenstein. Am I the only one who thinks that the groups sound great when they're together? Well, whatever.

I hope you guys like this chapter, and I hope you guys review it. I do need suggestions for the future chapters…

The next chapter though, is when the two get into the new school, and where Wanda meets the two strange Southerners!