This story picks up after YYH is completed for a while and Season 1 Episode 6 of Xmen Evolution: Middleverse.

~*~*~A Bloodline Most Foul~*~*~

It was dark in the small cottage-like house. The moon was almost full, illuminating the house and surrounding forest. Near the tree line of the secluded cottage the moonlight seemed to collect in a single spot and radiate in the vague appearance of a small woodland animal of some sort.

After a moment the silver creature darted forward. It easily jumped the small fence that surrounded a vegetable garden and began to sneak to the beige side of the house. In full view the creature appeared to be a fox with golden eyes that shined with superior intelligence.

Vines crept up the side of the house to a window on the second story. The vines slipped through the crack between the two closed panes and undid the latch. As the silver fox began to climb on the vines, the plants pried the window open and retreated slightly.

The fox reached the window with no difficulty and sat quietly on the windowsill. The room was small but pleasant. An empty twin bed was covered in a handmade quilt of bright colors and tucked under the window. The fluttering of light blue curtains attracted the fox's golden gaze for a split second before it turned its attention back to the room. A small desk was shoved between the closed door to the right and a dresser. Another door was in the middle of the left wall and through the gap the fox could just see clothes hanging inside.

The silver fox jumped down onto the bed and sniffed it with its delicate nose. A few dark hairs were clinging to the quilt and pillow. Slowly the fox began to change shape. It grew bigger as the silver light that seemed to radiate from its fur grew brighter to fill the entire room.

It was only a moment before a girl with long red hair and the same golden eyes as the fox was sitting on the edge of the bed. She wore a sleeveless green Chinese-styled shirt with the tie fastenings going off to the right side of her torso. A long white skirt with green leaf-like embroidery fell to her ankles and split clear up to her mid thigh on her left side. White ankle boots with blocky heels gently clacked on the ground as she resettled herself.

The girl glanced around the room again before getting up. She walked to the desk; she had noticed a crumpled paper underneath of it. Pulling the chair back she reached for the paper that had missed the metal trash can. The redhead flattened the paper on the desk and studied it carefully. She took another glance around the room before checking the dresser. As she had suspected there were far fewer clothes than one would expect a teenager to have.

She silently jumped out of the window and had the vines re-close it behind her as she headed back to the forest. She didn't wait to be under the cover of the trees before reaching into the small pouch she carried around her waist. Pulling out a pink compact she held it up to her face before opening it. "He wasn't there." Her voice was soft as she spoke the language that was so out of place in the current country.

A face of a baby, complete with pacifier, appeared where the mirror of the compact should have been. The large blue hat he wore had the letters Jr. printed on it. "What do you mean not there?" The baby demanded in perfect Japanese. He was no ordinary baby that much was clear.

"As in not in this location, Koenma-sama. I had thought I was being remarkably clear." She replied calmly. Her own oddities made talking to the infant, who somehow managed to talk around the pacifier, seem almost normal

"You have to find him, Makoto! The situation must be evaluated." The toddler said slamming a chubby fist against the wooden desk he sat behind. "Do you have any idea where he went?"

The girl, Makoto, nodded. "There was a paper in his room about something called the Xavier Institute. I will search there for him."

"Did you at least find out if it's true or not?" Koenma asked slightly calmer now.

"Smelled like it. I'll know for sure once I see him. I'll keep you updated." She said as she closed the compact and put it away. She was deep in the forest now and wasted no time in hurrying on her way. She covered miles in a fraction of the time it would take a human to move. Hopefully, she'd reach her target quickly and be home before her father began to worry about her. He was so overprotective sometimes.

It took Makoto several days before she could locate the Xavier Institute. It was a mansion of some sort. An 8-foot fence surrounded the property, which included a bit of forested area and ended at the cliff side with the ocean down below. The mansion itself had at least two stories and several wings to it and a fountain of an angel sitting in the circular driveway. Plenty of space to remain undetected in. Makoto thought as she sat in the trees of one of the many large oaks on the property.

If it weren't for the completely unpredictable weather that Makoto had witnessed going on around the mansion she might have enjoyed being here. As it was it rained a bit too much for her liking. She put the thought out of her mind as she saw the group of five teenagers leaving the mansion like they did every weekday morning. They didn't seem to notice Makoto as she watched them leave the property. Perhaps it is time for me to take a more active role in my case. She thought leaning back until she fell off the branch she was in.

Flipping a few times she came to land under the tree in a crouch. She straightened and brushed her clothes off. She had decided her normal attire was a bit too flamboyant for her current mission so she had opted for an ivory shirt and olive cargo pants, which held the pink communicator in one its many pockets.

It wasn't difficult to figure out where they were going but walking the distance at a normal speed to avoid suspicion meant that she arrived at the school almost at lunchtime. The bell rang out an annoying tune as she sniffed the air carefully. She could smell her target nearby.

Edging around a corner she saw her target sitting at a table with the same teens from the Institute. One was a girl with long red hair and green eyes who wore lavender ¾ sleeve shirt and beige cargo pants. The other girl wore her brown hair in a ponytail with two pieces of bangs framing her young face. A ping cardigan covered a yellow shirt and Capri pants finished off her distinctly juvenile look. Makoto made a face; the other girl's blue eyes were too innocent for her liking.

One of the boys looked like an ordinary street thug. African American his blonde hair seemed most likely to be dyed and was shaped oddly. He wore skating gloves and knee and elbow pads constantly. His too large shorts needed to be held up by a belt and still they showed the top of his boxers, which his tank top was tucked into. That had to be rather uncomfortable.

The boy that was talking wore a pair of red sunglasses and had his brown hair cut in a fairly fashionable –if a bit too clean cut for Makoto's tastes- style. His clothes were rather clean cut as well; a blue sweater over another shirt and a pair of nice jeans. "-Duncan Mathews' party? Eh…I don't think so." He said shaking his head slightly.

The skater pointed to the orange carton of milk in front of the other, "You gonna finish that moo-juice?" He asked.

"You an have mine." The redhead said handing over the carton she had. "Come on, it might be fun." She added looking over at the boy with sunglasses.

"Mathews is a jerk." The older teen said firmly.

"No he's not. I'd go." The brown haired girl said gesturing to herself as the skater stole her milk as well.

The sunglass-wearing boy just looked at her and said, "No freshmen allowed."

The girl made a face "Oh, Mathews is a jerk." She said folding her arms across her chest with a pout.

"Half of the school will be there. Suppose someone gets too close to Kurt." He argued pointing to the teen next to him. The boy had shoulder length blue-black hair and wore a brown button up over a red shirt and pants held up in the same style as the skater did. "That holo-projector won't stop them from feeling his fur."

Kurt glared at him for a second before brightening slightly. "Hey! Chicks dig da fuzzy dude." He said putting his hands to his chest. Makoto noticed that he held his hands oddly. Like his fingers were fused together. "Right?" He asked leaning closer to the brown haired girl.

She laughed a little, but didn't look amused. "I'm, like, soo outta here." She said getting to her feet. "Later." She called as she left the table and headed inside.

"Oh yeah." Kurt said nodding to himself. "She can't resist." He ran a hand through his hand as the skater stole the carton of milk in front of him. Makoto stifled a smile; he was such a goofball.

"I'm trying to be serious here." The apparent leader said firmly. Makoto frowned a bit at the tone. "Look we go to Mathews' party suppose Dukes or Maximoff try to start something." He said pointing across the courtyard where a thin boy with slicked back white hair was standing next to perhaps the biggest teen Makoto had ever seen who wore a blonde Mohawk. "We're not the only Mutant's in the school ya know."

"Yeah, just the cool ones." The skater said before high fiving Kurt.

"Hey come on, Scott. What's wrong with a little socializing?" The redhead asked leaning forward on her hand.

Scott sighed. "I'm sorry I just don't think it's a good idea." He reiterated.

"Dude! It's just a party!" Kurt said exasperatedly. He jumped up onto the table and started to do a very strange semblance of an old dance. "Time to shake that tail! Whoo hoo! Party, party, party!" Makoto gave a start when a blue demonic looking tail suddenly appeared.

"Hey! Watch the tail!" Scott snapped as he glanced around. Quickly he reached up and grabbed Kurt's tail and jerked him back into the seat. Kurt gave a howl of pain and glared at the older boy. "Now see? That's exactly what I'm talking about!"

"You pulled my tail, man!"

"Grow up, Kurt."

"Hey, lighten up dude!"

"You're always goofing around." It was turning into a full-blown argument and the redhead on the other side of the table looked between them cautiously, as if not quite sure whose side to take.

"And you're seriously cramping my style."

"Listen-"

"No, you listen! There's a sound I vant you to hear and it's-" Kurt suddenly burst into smoke with a bamph sound. Makoto narrowed her eyes as everyone in the schoolyard turned to look.

Scott waved the left over smoke away coughing slightly. After looking around for a second he sighed and rested his head on his hand. "Blew it, didn't I?" He asked sullenly.

"Oh, yeah." The redhead agreed.

"Totally." The skater said.

Makoto sniffed the air carefully. That smoke had smelled like sulfur. Chances are wherever Kurt reappeared would smell the same. There. She could smell the reek of sulfur. Kurt hadn't gone too far. Makoto made her way to the location as quickly, yet casual-looking, as possible.