Uhhhm... do to popular demands and death threats I have decided on doing a sequel. But it was pretty much expected after the ending of my X-Men story. This is the first chapter, were skipping ahead a few years, i'm still working on a plot, so gimme some time to sort it all out. Heres the intoduction anyways...

Disclaimer: I don't own the Brotherhood. Only Serah.

Serah

It was three years later. I was twenty years old now. Not a day had gone by that I didn't think of him, and that day I left the Brotherhood. It seemed the more I thought about him, the more I loved him. But I hadn't seen him in three years. He must have moved on. We never really even WERE together. It was just that one kiss. One little goodbye kiss. He must have moved on by now. I had seen him on the news a few times. Him and the rest of the Brotherhood. I lived on my own, normally in the woods, but once a week I bundled myself up, and went into the city. For two reasons. One, I craved a burger, and Two, I wanted to check out the news. The Mutant Registration Act was close to being put into action, so I knew the Brotherhood would have started being more active. Which meant I might get the chance to see him. The Toad. Mort.

I also saw stuff about the X-Men. How I hated them. If they had left me alone from the beginning I would have never left the Brotherhood. But I had. It was too late now, though. With a deep sigh I sat down on the curb of an empty New York Street. I really did miss him. I looked up at the overcast sky and hmphed. Rain. I should have started to head back to the woods. To the old spot where I had made that little hut three years ago. Thats where I technically lived. I truly had made it very nice over the past years. It was more like a cabin then anything else. But I did miss civilization occasionally. So tonight, I felt a little reckless. When the sun had finally set, I took off my hood and walked around downtown with no fear.

My body had changed. I wasn't just a teen anymore. I was a twenty year old woman. I had more curves, my hair was longer, and because I washed every other day, I was clean. It shown green, but at first glance it could be mistaken as black. My skin is smoother, my hands are calloused. But I consider myself quite pretty. My eyes are golden with purple pupils in the shape of upside down tear drops. Just like Mort's only his were gold and blue. So there I was. Just walking. Reveling in the fresh New York air. I sighed deeply. If only Mort was here, then life would be perfect. If only I was still with the Brotherhood.

Toad

I stared at my ceiling. She was on my mind again. She always wos. I hated having 'er on my mind. Sure, I really missed 'er. But damnit it interrupted my training and work. But o'course, tha's just an excuse. It was true, after tha' day, th' day she left, I realised I loved 'er. She had turned around and called out my name. I had leaned out of the chopper and she had kissed me. It had been sweet, and unsure, but it told me she loved me too. She probably had moved on though. It had just been one kiss and she'd been off. But I did wonder if she remembered me. If she thought about me every now and then. I wondered if she thought about th' Brotherhood. I shookmy head and stood up, walking into the bathroom, I looked into the mirror.

I had changed a bit over these last three years. Same hair, same eyes, same skin. I had gotten taller, I was glad for tha', no more Pyro calling me shrimp. My shoulders were broader, more muscles. Leaving the bathroom I looked around my room. It for one, hadn't changed a bit. A giant sterio I had built sat in a corner, I didn't like TV so there wasn't one in there. My bed was big. I don't know why. I like room to roll around and shift in th' night. There was a large metal desk in the corner, it wos covered in half-built inventions, my goggles, a couple'a magazines, a few books, nothing much. Alot of CD's littered the floor around the sterio and my desk. There was also a dresser against one wall tha' held my clothes.

Walking out of th' room I headed to th' kitchen. Searching the fridge, I found no beer. "Damn..." I had forgotten tha' Magneto didn't allow beer in th' lair. Something about having a teenager on th' team, not wanting him to throw wild party's. Like he was THA' stupid. Then there was the ever popular, 'I don't want my people drunk during a mission.' excuse. Th' only who'd get drunk on a mission was Sabretooth. I liked the cat-and -mouse game in the fight too much to be drunk during it. And Mystique never drank.I sighed and leaned against the dark counter. It was around midnight. Nobody wos awake. I grinned a little. How about a night on th' town?

oooh... Sneaky Morty! Bad boy! Well, this is just the introduction. I am still working out the kinks but I figured i'd give you all something to knaw on while you wait. Enjoy everyone!

Some updates on my personal life! I GOT MY VERY FIRST A+ IN MATH TODAY!

Erm... Also, I got my hair cut EVEN SHORTER! is happeh

Uhh... I think this kid on my bus likes me... Hes a grade older then me though... Teehee...

OK! Enough on my personal life, ENJOY THE FIC FOLKS!

-Blitz