Author's Notes; My usual words:
Hey gang. I really didn't want to write this since original mutant fics seem to be very popular. Not that I'm saying it's bad; kudos to the creativity put in to all of your original characters, but I notice that sometimes die-hard fans avoid them. I hope this one is different. She just came to me one night (with a little help from BerekerPrime {thanks, babe!}), and I couldn't say no. But don't worry; I won't be throwing her together with any of the original X-men characters, so there will be no weird romances like that. Hinted maybe, but nothing serious. It just wouldn't fit. So, other than this one girl, I don't own anything else. Glad to get that cleared up, now on to the story.Summary
: What? A girl on the Brotherhood's team? What an insult! But...is she a girl? What's goin' on!? This is the result of a major Otaku liking X-men Evo. Rated PG-13 for perverted and adult-related jokes and situations. Think Ranma. Think very Ranma.A Switch Story
Written by Kyheena
Chapter One: Krispy Kreme Kaos
"What? Wadda mean they're giving away free samples?"
"What part of that don't you understand?" Pietro asked as he rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "Do I have to spell it out for you? They always give away free samples on their opening day. Attracts more customers, I guess, but obviously it works."
"What's all the commotion about?" Lance asked as he and Todd walked into the kitchen. "I could hear Freddie's blubbering all the way upstairs. Are we out of food or something?"
"No! This is even more urgent!" Lance blinked. What could be bigger than the house that the Brotherhood of Mutants lived in being out of food?
"That new Krispy Kreme Doughnut shop finally opened this morning. At their grand openings they do this convention-like thing where people can walk around and sample all the different types of doughnuts that they make. One opened near the block that I lived on when I lived in New York, and it got so wild that they needed cops to come over and clear them up."
"All of that over some lousy doughnuts?" Todd asked.
"These aren't regular doughnuts, Toad. These are the best doughnuts known to man!" As Fred spoke, he got a sort dreamy look in his eyes as he told of the legendary pastries. "They are sort of deep fried instead of baked and then they are coated with a coat of rich sugary glaze. Then they are baked for a short time to harden the glaze. The final product is a masterpiece of pastry genius that is as light as air and melts in your mouth." Then the big mutant's head fell. "I only had them once, but it was like taking a bite out of heaven."
It was Todd's turn to blink. "Wow. Those must have been some pretty impressive doughnuts. I've never had one so I wouldn't know."
"I had them once too, a long time ago. They weren't half-bad." Lance commented.
"What do you mean, not half-bad?" Pietro retorted. "I used to stop by the place every day on the way my way to school! Those things are boss!"
Lance tooled thoughtful for a moment, glancing over at the flier for the new Krispy Kreme Doughnut shop sitting on the kitchen table. Pietro must have picked it up when he went to town earlier that day. "How long does this thing go for?"
"Only until three." All four mutants glanced at the kitchen clock. It was twenty after two. Fred almost wailed.
"We're going to miss it!"
"Then I guess we'd better get going, then." Pietro said, snatching the flyer and heading for the front door.
"Whoa, hold on!" Lance called after the white-haired boy. "Who said we were going anywhere? Mystique will kill us if she came home and we're all gone."
"Ah, come on, Lance!" Todd spoke up. "You heard what the boss-lady said this morning. She had some business to take care of today and she won't be home until after eight tonight."
"When did she say that?"
"Right before she gave us that ten minute lecture about what she would do to us if she came back and found the house in ruins and cops at the door or something like that."
"Oh, that…I though that that was just one of her normal ramblings."
"So does that mean that we're going?" Fred asked anxiously.
"Sure, why not. I mean, we're only gone for a little while and be home long before she is."
"Not to mention we get all that free food!" Fred put in.
"Great!" Pietro exclaimed. "I'll go save us some spots in line!" In a blur and a rush of cold wind, he was out the door and heading down to downtown Bayville.
Fred looked as if he was about to move as fast as Pietro. "Come on, let's go!" Todd was hopping right behind him as they headed for the front door.
Lance held up his hands in defeat. "Do I have a choice anymore?" With a sigh, he grabbed his car keys and followed the other members of the Brotherhood out the front door.
Downtown Bayville was a true mess. In fact, it looked more like a war zone. There were police cars, barricades and tape everywhere as cops themselves were on the streets directing the flow of traffic. By the time Lance was able to find a parking space, it was well past two-thirty. As soon as the car was properly backed into the space, Fred was out of the vehicle and was running towards the Krispy Kreme parking lot with more speed than Lance and Todd had ever seen him move before. With a shrug, Lance locked the car and began to follow Todd to the tasting convention.
Pietro and Fred weren't lying
, Todd thought as he licked the remaining glaze from his fingers. They were really good doughnuts. Despite their lack in time, the Brotherhood still managed to stock up a pretty impressive amount of doughnuts, with the help of their powers to thank. It was also because of the help of their powers that the number of doughnuts on the sampling tables began to diminish greatly and were not being refilled. Be the time it was five to three, they were all completely gone.A man stood up on a platform in front of the shop with a microphone in his hand. "I would like to thank everyone for coming out here today on behalf of Krispy Kreme Doughnuts!" There was cheering all around, except from the Brotherhood, who had too many doughnuts in their mouths to say anything and too many in their arms to clap. "From this day on, we will be opening from five to nine, seven days a week, so feel free to come back and visit us any time!" Then he held something into the air. It was a perfect golden regularly glazed Krispy Kreme Doughnut. "Last free doughnut of the day, folks! Enjoy!" He threw it into the crowd.
Even though their arms were full of doughnuts, the Brotherhood fought as hard, if not harder than everybody else in the Krispy Kreme parking lot. Fred, being easily the biggest person in the entire crowd, he was able to push his way through the throng, stretching his hand up towards the air-born doughnut. Todd, Lance and Pietro were pushed in front of him, each one trying their luck to snatch the flying ring. "It's mine!" Fred shouted triumphantly, knowing that the only way from someone to take the doughnut from his outstretched hand was to fly in and take it from him.
Something hit Fred squarely in the center of his head, making him see stars. The thing stayed on his head, perfectly balanced for a second before using him as a springboard to launch itself into the air. Shaking his head to clear his vision, Fred watched in horror as a teenage boy launched high above the reaching crowd to snatch the doughnut out of the air with his mouth.
The insult did not stop there. Once the doughnut was secure in his mouth, he began to fall back down to the pavement, but took a different approach to just free-falling. He landed on Lance's head first before jumping over to Pietro's before finally bouncing off Todd's head and landing with both feet on the ground. The crowd seemed to be fairly impressed by his stunt and were all clapping when he straightened. The Brotherhood, however, were far from impressed. In fact, they were all fuming as they massaged the new bumps that were forming on their heads. "Hey, you!" Lance called out angrily. "Just who do you think you are?"
The boy turned around at the sound of Lance's voice, removing the half-eaten doughnut from his mouth. He was of Korean descent, his skin dark and eyes a deep brown, the bangs of his black hair long and pulled back behind his ears. The rest of his hair was long and falling almost halfway between his shoulder blades. He was tall, a little more than Pietro and a little less than Lance. He was dressed in raver's attire; a long black T-shirt with the word "Disturbed" written in crude letters across the chest, a string of medal silver balls around his neck, baggy pants with broad red stripes on the seams and two long wallet chains hanging down his right leg. When he saw the four members of the Brotherhood glaring at him, a sort of cocky grin spread on his face that made them all the more furious. "No name, unparticular." He answered. "But sometimes people call me Switch."
"All right, 'People-Call-Me-Switch,'" Lance cracked his knuckles. "You're going to pay for that little stunt back there, so get ready to rock!" The Brotherhood assumed their battle-ready positions, Lance ready to knock the ground out from under this "Switch" guy's feet.
"Switch" merely cocked his head to the side, looking fairly unimpressed. "I would love to stay and play guys, but…" He glanced at his wrist-watch. "I really have an appointment to keep, so if you don't mind, I'll just catch you all around later." He turned and began to walk away, but took one more glance over his shoulder. "Oh, yeah guys. Thanks for the free snack." With a smile he popped the rest of the doughnut into his mouth and disappeared into the thinning crowd.
For a moment, the Brotherhood stood rooted to the spot, mouths hanging open. It was Todd who spoke first. "What a jerk! Come on, let's go pound him!"
"No." Lance said firmly, stopping the other three from running after the doughnut thief. "Let him go, There's no reason for us to go after him. He's just a human."
"B-but the doughnut…" Fred sniffed.
"And after what he did to us, in front of an entire group of people? You're just going to let him get away with that?" Pietro fumed.
"I got two very good reasons why we shouldn't. One; we'll be dealing with the X-jerks now if we do and two; we'll be dealing with the boss-lady later. Does that sound good to any of you?" There was silence. "I didn't think so. Besides, we got plenty of doughnuts. They should last a whole day, even. Come on; let's go back to the house."
Once they did get back to their house, there was very little to be said as each mutant did their own thing; watching television, playing video games, eating thrown-together dinners, only really speaking when it was needed. All of them were in still fairly foul moods from their earlier encounter with that "Switch" guy.
As she said, Mystique returned home at around eight o'clock, when there was nothing else much to do other than sit around and watch old movies. On most occasions, the Brotherhood knew that Mystique would normally go to bed without a word to any of them, but tonight was different. Especially when she called them out, saying that they had to meet someone. Groaning, they pulled themselves off the couch and dragged themselves into the front room. Then they gasped at what…or rather, who…they saw.
There was a girl standing at Mystique's side, looking about the same age as the Brotherhood mutants. She was of Korean descent, her skin dark and eyes a deep brown, the bangs of her black hair long and pulled back behind her ears. The rest of her hair was long and falling almost halfway between her shoulder blades. She was tall, a little more than Pietro and a little less than Lance. She was dressed in raver's attire; a long black T-shirt with the word "Disturbed" written in crude letters across the chest, a string of medal silver balls around her neck, baggy pants with broad red stripes on the seams and two long wallet chains hanging down her right leg. When she saw the four members of the Brotherhood glaring at him, a sort of cocky grin spread on her face.
"Meet your newest teammate, uh…" A strange expression flashed across Mystique's face. "What was your name?"
"No name, unparticular." She answered. "But sometimes people call me Switch."
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Bum, bum, bum! To be continued! ::gaspity gasp gasp::
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