I don't own the X-Men, Hell Fire Club or Brotherhood of Mutants, in fact I only own the creation of the plot I have made. So let me not waste your time further with my prattle... Here you go!~
After a week of research on babies and the… Detailed version of the birds and the bees (courtesy of Angel and the much disgruntled riptide), the brotherhood finally settled into knowing there was another living thing inside Mystique who would temporarily leech off her life and other body functions. Mystique herself thought the brotherhood was taking it quite well, and really they just had to sit through a seven not all nine months of pregnancy, as she only found out about six weeks in. Indeed, all of the brotherhood members were rather excepting, except for Emma Frost and Riptide. Why, Mystique would never know, but she could take a good guess as to why.
"UGH! I cannot believe that stuck up little bitch! She thinks she's such a… Such a queen! Just because she got in the beds of some powerful men! Why I oughta turn her into a diamond bracelet for that! Ugh!" She complained to Angel while sitting in a bean bag thrown carelessly around Angel's room for their evening girl sessions.
Angel from her spot on the white carpet, painted another nail with a base coat and skimmed over a how to page for French cuts sitting on a coffee table, "Well Mystique what could you expect she's from a boy's club and you just reserved red there for life. If you know what I mean." She wiggled her eyebrows at her while fumbling with the polish brush.
"Well, she could at least be supportive for the fact that it's going to be his baby. I mean, really just cause I was in the X-Men and not the Hell Fire Club makes me inferior? If anything they should be the lower rungs here!" Mystique grabbed another jar of peanut butter spread and put in on a celery root before nibbling on it.
Angel shrugged, "Maybe it's cause you haven't killed anyone yet. I mean we've all done it and we're all from pretty roughed up backgrounds. She might not like bad boy Azazel dating a princess like you. Dammit, my hand slipped." She grabbed the polish remover and began rubbing off polish.
She waved the celery stick like a wand as she explained as if that would make her justifications better. "Yeah well, I'm banned from missions until further notice and I've been taking those assassination training sessions with Magneto, along with combat practice with Riptide. Oh, which reminds me, he's been acting a bit weird lately too. Do you know what's up?"
"Nah and Silent, doesn't talk to me much. And by talk, I mean look my way, cause he… you know. Anyways, No clue, but you're right, when you're not looking I've seen him look at you like a creeper. Do you think he might be angry with you too?" Angel retorted as she grabbed polish pen and continued to paint on the little flowers.
Mystique sunk into her bean bag a bit more and sighed, "Is everyone in this house out to get me?"
Angel looked up from her nails and shook her head. "Yeah, not me though, or your lover boy, but I'm not too sure about the others. I mean Magneto changed a lot in the past few months. I mean seriously it's only February so a few months since the island. He's been looking into capturing other mutants for our team, getting to Cerebro and stuff like that. The old Erik would have just been happy to kill Shaw, now look."
Mystique's anger flared a bit at someone attacking her ideal, but she quelled it down. She couldn't let her only ally here go to waste. "Well, yeah. But the old Magneto wasn't fighting a war. Anyways it's frost and Riptide I have to worry about. I can feel them trying to pull the baby out of me, and then killing me with their eyes."
"Yeah, well your baby's probably going be a fat and cute thing. Maybe even have a tail. They're probably planning to take it and try to pass it off as their own. Dunno how'd they do that though figuring the kid's skin is either going to be blue or red, seeing the lovely choices of colour mom and dad gave him… Oh my god! What if your colours mixed and he came out purple" Mystique cradled her head at that, both in agony and trying not to picture her with a purple child.
"Angel- The point is-"Angel cut her off, more serious now.
"I'm just saying that your kid is one, going to be cute, likely powerful and if it's anything like you naïve. It's going to be dead loyal and probably fun to mess around with. So you and red need to watch out around the end, Magneto could seriously mess the kid up or take him from you. Emma could be put on babysitting or something and fly him into a wall. God forbid if someone finds us and he gets stuck in a fight. When that kid is born you got to watch out for yourself girl, and let the right people take care of it. Like me cause I'd be the super awesome auntie who'd spoil him OR HER – hopefully her, with gifts and play time. Now what do you think?" Angel showed Mystique her new and improved nails.
"Turned out better than I thought, really nice." Complimented Mystique, though having a totally different meaning than what her friend took in, she put on a happy face and hid the secret fear that she had just realized. "Ugh, damn Angel, she really knows how to make a woman feel better about her insecurities…" Mystique thought sarcastically.
"I think I'm going to train for a while." She stated quickly as she left the room with long, quick strides. The blue woman made her way to the training room – currently a basement that was refurbished to be a little more tolerant to their type of 'training' – avoiding other brotherhood members, particularly Emma and Janos.
Mystique set up a training dummy in the center of the room and started off with a basic stance before moving on to more difficult ones, going slowly as not to misjudge her amount of energy and focus on the quality of her blows. The blue woman focused on only the movements of her body not the chill of the cold basement air on her bare scaled flesh, her lingering thoughts or even what Azazel could be doing at the moment.
She landed another blow into the dummy's stomach and it toppled over, she rose her foot and stomped out what would have been a man's delicate brain. Mystique prided herself in her hand to hand combat, though she wasn't particularly good at anything else or had yet to actually kill a person. She went to a small weapon rack in the corner and pulled out two small daggers and re-adjusted the dummy to stand again.
Azazel watched his blue beauty beat the shit out of the armored training dummy, the curves of her body and angles of her bone bend and twist to impossible shapes, for such beauty to bring such destruction. He remembered the first time he had seen her in battle, or rather a state of un-battle, should there be such a word. She had not fought, not like this. As she will, and as she could have, instead she conned him, using her innocence and natural manipulative personality to disarm, but not kill.
No he could not yet imagine her kill, to stain her rich blue skin with deep red, but one day she will have to, for mutant kind, for her life and family. Until then Azazel was striving to keep this Mystique for as long as he could, the coddled, cushy version of Mystique. The woman who still held some remains of "Raven Darkholme" and was blooming into a beautiful, deadly assassin. "Just my type…" Azazel thought.
He snuck into the training room and poked Mystique in the waist with his tail, being very cautious of the armed woman. Luckily for him he only dropped a dagger – likely due to inexperience he noted. Azazel wrapped his arms behind her and held her slightly scaled wrists in his hands. He felt his warmth leave his body from this contact, but nonetheless shifted his arms and thus hers. "Your position is wrong; you're leaving blind spots everywhere." He whispered into her ear, "You're cold. You should wear more clothing."
Mystique slid his arms down to her hips and turned to face him, "Why you worried people other than you will walk in on me training? Anyways both you and I know I don't need clothes, these –"She flicked a large protruding scale, "covers everything worth seeing."
Azazel simply stared at her and gave her back the dagger with his tail, he teleported out of the room, and only out of it. Mystique could see the smoke coming from under the door way. She sighed and turned back to the dummy, unsure if Azazel left because he was done talking to her or if she secretly embarrassed him, if he was embarrassed she wouldn't know due to his skin tone anyways.
Out in the hall way Azazel passed Riptide and Emma who seemed to be waiting right outside of the door. He gave them a curt nod and his usual greeting of "Comrades." before teleporting to where ever he saw fit.
My box~ Sorry for the wait. I wanted to do this chapter carefully as it would really determine the rest of the chapters, but I do have a WHOLE bunch of chapters done for after "Mystique's 'bun' is out of the 'oven'...". Thanks to all those who critiqued and I focused a bit more on those things this time! (Hopefully it shows.) Still looking for a beta-reader. R&R Till next time! -By the way for those who are wondering I am Canadian thus I spell everything in Canadian spelling. Ie) Sulphur vs. Sulfur. )