Blue Roses Under The White-Sand Moon
Operation M – the creation of five super-human children. This operation was Top Secret – few knew of it, and almost all of those who did have since died, under suspicious circumstances. The idea was simple – take five children and alter the DNA structures to give them 'powers' as such. One was given inhuman strength, and a mind that processed like a computer One possessed cat-like grace, and the ability to perform acrobatic no normal person could ever hope to achieve. One was given unbeatable strength in the fields of martial arts and swordsmanship. One was given the power of persuasion along with superior stealth. One was given minute power over life, which would eventually develop into a much more – useful talent, for the creators needs. However, the project was suddenly cancelled for unknown reasons, and the children returned to their parents, who as such, remembered nothing of this. Now 15 years later, the truth may come forth. Perhaps the project was not cancelled. Perhaps, it was merely postponed…
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"Welcome to Bayville High."
"Yeah… thankyou. I'm sure it'll be great an' all…"
The woman, the Principal of this school, held out her hand, as to shake hands with the boy that stood rather shyly before her. He seemed to pause for a moment, a if to ignore the gesture and leave the office. But, almost to her surprise, he gripped her hand and shook it shortly, before gesturing his goodbye, stepping out of the office, and promptly collapsing in a heap on the floor.
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Jean Gray stared at the food in front of her, deep in thought. She'd been having an odd kind of headache all day, and now she had the time to think about it, she noticed it was not so much a headache, as a presence in her mind. Wondering as to it's purpose, she mentally took a look at it. It was like a suggestion trying to make its way into her mind from an outside source. Not know who it was from, what it was for, or how they did it, she gave the presence a mental shove in frustration. What she didn't expect was to get shoved back. She shook her head, and mentally forced the presence away, all the time concentrating on it while in mental contact.
"Yeah so have you seen the new kid? Total genius boy. Here I was in math doing the work for five minutes and I'm on like, question five, and this kid is just asking for more work! I was sitting next to him and all I saw him do was write the answers like he had memorized them, totally freaky!" Kittie explained to her mainly attentive friends. "And not even like your run-of-the-mill, know-it-all, tell-the-teacher-the-meaning-of-life kinda genius boy, its like he's a social recluse. Not to mention he hasn't even been spoken to by anyone, and he's new! Its weird, kinda like- no one's really noticed him, not that he seems to mind all that much…"
Thinking about it, Jean hadn't actually noticed there'd been anyone new wandering around today. And the presence in her mind had been a suggestion to carry on as normal and not notice something, this something that may be Kitties 'Genius Boy'. Intrigued, she commented.
"No one's paying him any attention? Well you certainly are Kittie,"
"I can't help it, ya know? There's something really weird about him, other than the smartness and distance from people. It's like… something you already know but can't quite place your finger on it. I'm keeping my eye on that one…"
"Where is he then Kittie?"
The brunette girl signaled to a lone table in the corner, where a boy who she couldn't really see well simply sat, apparently staring at the table. Not really genius material on first appearances. As the others continued their chat, she noticed that he got up and went into the hallway.
"Um, I got some stuff I've got to do guys, I'll catch up with you later? Bye!" Giving them no time for questions, Jean grabbed her bag and was out in the deserted hallways, alone.
Looking around, she saw no indication of the boy, so she followed her instincts and carried on for a little while. She eventually found him, but stopped for a second before approaching him.
He was sitting on the floor against the lockers, hooded head in hands, taking long, shuddering breaths. A few steps closer, and she could make out he was talking to himself.
"Calm down, you're fine. You were just- overwhelmed by there being so many people there, that's all. It's fine…"
Deciding now was a good a time as any to make her presence known, Jean spoke up.
"Are you alright?"
The boy turned to face her sharply, features still hidden by the hood.
"I said, are you alright? You must be new, I haven't seen you around before." She pulled him up before he could stop her, and once stood up, she was surprised when he instantly feel to the floor again. Or he would have, had she not caught him. Leaning the boy up against the lockers, she tried to get a better look at his face. Breathing coming out harsh and sharp, he shied away from her.
"You're not alright, are you. What's wrong?"
He seemed to be calming himself from the initial shock or whatever had overtaken him, and thus, he spoke.
"I- I'm sorry… I was just a bit- overwhelmed by all the people in the cafeteria and then- I'm not very good with people, I'm sorry if I worried you at all, miss." He straightened himself up and pulled off the hood, smiling a little, holding out his hand in the gesture of the day. "But you're a nice person so it's okay, I guess."
Jean reached for his extended hand, accepting the gesture, but bearing in mind to be brief. Something about physical contact did something odd to this boy, if that's what he could even be called. Taking the time to study his features, he was like nothing else.
Firstly, he was quite a bit shorter than her, and everyone else for that matter. The gray-black slacks pooled at his feet, adding to the appearance of his short stature. The red short-sleeve sweater over the gray-white long sleeve top both practically hung from his slight form. He was remarkably pale; not in the sense it seemed he didn't get enough light, not in the sense it seemed he was ill, it just seemed to make him like a porcelain doll. The white-blond locks framing his face were feathery, and caught the light oddly. His eyes, a shade not quite blue, but not quite even aqua, showed kindness, warmth, and something completely isolated from him – like a deeply hidden secret. All this together gave the boy an almost waiflike appearance. But as she broke of the handshake subtly, he gripped her hand, and let go, all so fast she wasn't sure if she imagined it. She looked him in the eye, and something changed. The light flashed oddly, and she stared at the boy once more, noticing the subtle changes far too slowly. The white-blond hair was bizarrely silver, and those indecisively colored eyes were a deep, dark, pure blue that almost astounded her. The odd silver sheen seemed perfectly in place with this picture. It was then she noticed something else – her surroundings. No longer was she in a school hallway, but outside, in a dark night, lit only by the strangely bright full moon. Looking around, she was in some kind of garden. Behind her she could see another garden, and a house. Looking back to the boy, he was kneeling in the grass, by roses. He pressed his hands together, and slowly drew them back, to reveal the pure silvery-white sphere of energy that seemed to crackle between his fingertips. He lowered his hands onto the soil, and the light was absorbed, and for a second everything flashed back to the hallway – and she was back in the garden not a second later. The boy was weeping, for what she did not know. He seemed to be swaying, and soon, he was on the grass, dead to the world for the moment. It was then, looking back at the house, she saw herself–
-and she was back in the hallway, back where things seemed more real. The boy gazed at her, sadly, but something else she couldn't pinpoint.
"You're Jean Gray," he said simply, the words helplessly tinged with sadness, "I don't have to tell you my name, you'll know it soon enough. I'll see you around…" he started to take off. Risking the contact, she grabbed his hand to stop him. Instantly she felt as though shoved into a cacophony of epic proportions. She heard so many people at once, all calling to her. She knew their pain, she felt their pain, and she couldn't escape it. Instantly, she let the boy go, not that he went far. As soon at the contact broke off, she felt the voices dying away to the faint buzz they always were to her, and felt the many, many emotions she had no control over diminish. She was fine. But the boy was not. Huddled against the lockers once more, he pulled into himself, rocking back and forth almost invisibly to an invisible song. He was shaking from head-to-toe. He was probably in shock. He most definitely had a gift of some sort.
He was right. She would be seeing a lot more of him around.
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He's a strange person, my brother.
Te way he's so quiet, so reserved, you'd think he was the sensible, logical, rational type.
Of course, most people consider soul mates to be some fancy of romance, not the most logical thing in the world. But then, most people aren't my brother.
I had always wondered why he never went on any dates when the whole female population (and half of the male) would have liked nothing more than to spend an evening with him. So one day, I asked him. And you know what he told me?
"I'm not interested in any of those people. I've already met my soul mate."
The thing was, it was like he was talking about the weather. Like it was the most obvious answer in the world. If he was anyone but my brother, he would have had that look that screamed 'duh, isn't it obvious?'. But then, he always did understand that no one thought things quite like he did. So naturally, I asked him who, when, how, that sort of thing.
"Ten years ago," he said, "and I can't really tell you who. We never exchanged names."
I was about to tell him that ten years ago, he was five, when I remembered the secret he had told me five years earlier. Of course it made sense. Ten years ago, after five years of solitude save one scientist, he had been introduced to the other four 'projects' as part of the operation. And, naturally, he'd fallen in love with one of them at first sight, as things go. That, of course, was how he put meeting your soul mate.
"There's no such thing as love at first sight. That's just lust at first sight when you see someone and think that's the one for you, just by their looks. If someone is your soul mate, you've always loved them, thus when you meet them, it's knowledge at first sight. It's the knowledge that the empty part of you, the one that can't be filled by anything you do, has a name, a face."
I had naturally asked him what it was like.
"Everything went blank. The only people in the universe were us. For that one moment, nothing else mattered to me. And I could hear someone in my mind, a voice that was not from me, but belonged there. Do you want to know what it said to me? It said 'I almost gave up hope. I almost thought you weren't there. But here you are. Welcome home.' And do you know what my own voice had been saying at that exact moment? Welcome home. Because that's what it was. It was coming home."
Not a month later the sale on our house had cleared and we were set to move to Bayville. Know what my brother said?
"That's where it all begins. I'm so glad we're going there, now."
Not a week after our moving in, my brother comes home quite late, bringing with him a man in a wheelchair and two associates.
He did what he always did. Said things simply.
"Mom, Dad, this is Professor Charles Xavier." He turned to me, and gave me that almost smile he always gave me.
"Cathy, these are the people who'll be able to help me."
I smiled. We'd talked about this, too.
I could only follow my brothers lead, and said only one thing.
"I'll miss you, Trowa
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Can you guess who talked to Jean? Can you guess who Trowa was talking about? Can I say 'Shounen-ai Warning'? Oh yes, and as this progresses, you might see things you don't expect. So, don't expect anything except Shounen-ai. Okay. Review me. Bye!