Title: The Mikora Chronicles: Shards of the Past
By: AngelAkuma
A/N: I aplogize for the lack of updates; school was a real hell for me until AT LAST they released us from its torment on the afternoon of Thursday. Afterward, I had played LOTS of N64 and am now quite content. ^_^ I have also lost some interest in writing this story from the short and few reviews I have in this story. Sorry guys, but I can't update unless I know SOMEONE is reading this story that I took so long to form. If no one is reading it, then there's no real point of writing, now is there?
As a small note to the title of this chapter, I misspelled "dayze" on purpose. If you look closely, you can see that the words "Days" and "daze" are pronounced the same...
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--{Chapter 6: Learning Dayze}--
Over the next few days, Mikora Katt was kept in isolation from a majority of the school as she began to learn the simple basics of life. The teenage mutant had to learn some of the simplest concepts, such as how to brush her teeth, to make beds, to take a shower, currency, and how to use electronics. At first, Mikora was somewhat embarrassed from her lack of knowledge, but a new, hidden spark ignited within her - the will of learning. The girl picked things up quickly and was soon up to spec with the rest of the world.
One of the few things that were new to her was reading. She knew how to read, but was not very good at it. Also, she had forgotten how to write, and so reading and writing had to be taught to her quickly. Hank, Jean and Justin were all willing to patiently teach her such concepts. With their help, the new student became a fast reader and could write much better than before. However, there were a few complications. Sometimes she wrote so fast that her writing became illegible at a few points.
"Um... Mikora... I can't read your writing," the blue-furred doctor said one day as he squinted his eyes at the paper she'd written on.
"It says, 'McCoy can't read'." she said, rolling her eyes, half smirking as well.
"Hey!"
She proved to be a difficult person to work with; the girl apparently preferred to work alone than in groups. She sometimes assumed leader position, but didn't seem too comfortable with that. The person she seemed to be most similar to was Logan. Another strange thing was, Logan seemed to appear more around Mikora, as if trying to assure himself of something. In fact, though the rest of the institute may not have known, he began to develop a feeling of respect for her.
Her personality and emotional status developed well, and she soon proved to be just as sarcastic and joking as Bobby Drake, or Iceman. The brown haired, brown-eyed prankster known as Bobby soon found her to be a favorite for one of his jokes. He even pulled the old-fashioned bucket-of-cold-water-on-the-door prank on her one morning as she stepped in to brush her teeth. She did not manage to dodge in time and was soaking wet. Later Bobby found his entire room toilet-papered with 8 empty rolls of the toilet paper in various places. It took quite some time for him to clean up everything, for Mikora refused to help as he found more and more toilet paper in his room. From Bobby, Mikora learned to develop a sense of humor and took things more lightly, even though their pranks against one another continued to grow.
The first few days of Mikora's one-week tryout were somewhat troublesome as the X-men tried to teach her the ways of life, but she finally began to relax and loosen up by the 5th day. Mikora was introduced to all of the members of the X-men and given a full tour of the entire campus on the fourth day, and she became a bit more familiar with the dormitories, kitchen, living room, and danger room. She proved to be in control with her powers and almost reached up to Logan's levels of training.
Some foods were new to her, as she had not been introduced to her in her 4 years at MXF, such as cereal. She became quite fond of liquids, particularily milk.
"So, kitten," Bobby teased once as he saw her drinking milk in the kitchen. "Need 'nother plat of milk?"
Later in the week, he found a dead rat under his pillow.
~~
On the second to the last day, Xavier visited Mikora just as she settled down in the living room to watch some television after breakfast.
"How are you?" he asked kindly as he was wheeled over by Scott Summers.
"I'm good," she said shortly. She leaned back on the couch and searched for the remote control.
"I am happy to hear of your good health," he said, smiling to himself, "Do you wish to stay here for another week?"
Mikora paused in her search and thought about it. She didn't want to stay, but didn't exactly want to leave either. She felt bad that she probably wouldn't be able to pay them back for being here. They had been good to her... and though she did not know it, Mikora subconsciously did not want to leave. However, what was in her mind right then was to depart and go back into the wilderness of civilization.
"I... I don't know," she said, looking away from Xavier, "I'm not ... certain of my decision."
"That is quite alright," Xavier said, "I will not pressure you to make such a decision. However .... I have something to ask of you."
"Yeah?" she asked, turning to his direction again, half-cocking her left eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Bobby Drake's cousin will be coming later today. She is a mutant as well. She is also the reason Scott and a few of my other students were not present during the night you were nearly captured by MXF. We were making arrangements and such for Bobby's cousin." Xavier said, "I would really like for you to come to meet her when she comes."
"Why?" she asked sternly, yet somewhat appalled. Inside, she wondered if Bobby even HAD a cousin. He didn't talk much of his family, only that they lived somewhere in Boston. He never mentioned of any other family before.
"It is good for you to meet others, Mikora. I do not like it when you are always inside. It would be good for you to meet others like you, hiding for so long from others that want to hurt you."
Mikora slumped back against the couch again, considering. Scott watched her tentivly. He didn't like this Mikora; her character was strange and sometimes unreasonable. However, Jean put up with her, and so did he. But how long would he conceal it?
"Fine, I'll go," she said at last, "But I'm not talking."
~~
In mid-morning, a PA system cackled to life around the mansion. Students looked up and listened with respect (some with none at all) to the announcement.
{This is Professor Xavier. I kindly ask all students not to use the basketball courts today for important reasons. A new student is coming via plane, and I ask you once again to not come unless Jean Grey or I invited you. Thank you.}
Justin too had heard it, although he had been outside writing poetry in one of his journals. He particularly enjoyed his new mentor's garden and its quietness and tranquility. In a corner of his mind, he wondered why he had not been invited, then again, he couldn't stand excitement and often led to his heart problem. At his arrival, he had told Xavier of his health problem.
~*~*~
Day 2 -- Xavier's Study
"Mr. Xavier?"
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Later in the day after lunch, Xavier, Bobby, Jean, Scott, and Mikora (who was a little more than away from the main group) were all standing outside near the basket ball courts. It was a little after three, and Mikora felt boredom bore itself into her. She wanted to fall asleep standing up; she had done it before.... Had she? She couldn't quite remember. But that would be disrespecting Xavier, whom had been kind enough to house her for free. However, he didn't understand. She couldn't be here; there were places she needed to be. But she couldn't just leave. Somewhere, she felt that she had to repay him somehow... Her thoughts chased each other in an endless circle, and in the end Mikora was battling herself while standing still.
"Ah, here they come," Xavier finally said. The small group looked expectantly skyward, but they saw nothing. However, the normal eye could not see what Mikora could see. She saw small rifts of air flowing away from a certain point, and instantly knew that this must be the aircraft in which Iceman's cousin would arrive.
"Hey... where is it?" Scott said, scanning the skies.
"It's invisible, one-eye," Mikora said gruffly, "Or maybe you're a lot blinder than I thought."
"Hey, look, Mikora -- " Scott snapped, turning his head toward her. His teeth were slightly clenched and his right hand twitched as if to raise his hand to his visor.
"Scott," Jean said tensely, touching his sleeve. He backed out and muttered to himself. Bobby frowned slightly, as if in disapproval of their actions. Mikora inched away from the group, feeling the need for isolation.
The rifts that Mikora had seen became slightly more and more visible, until a grey jet suddenly appeared only feet away from the mansion. The landing gear was already out, and wind flew around them and their different colored hair swept back as the silver and grey jet at last landed on the pavement. From the looks and the size, it was a small private jet, built for less than five people and made to transport a small number of people in a small amount of time.
The engines seemed to take forever to shut down. The propeller finally stopped spinning, and the landing gear was finally steady as the door of the plane opened. A white and silver colored ramp was lowered down toward the hard ground, which was only a short ways compared with most large planes. As Xavier was wheeled over to the plane by Scott with Iceman following behind them, a tall figure stepped out of the door. He appeared somewhere in his late 20's or early 30's, had dirty blond hair which was cut short, and pale slate blue eyes that were as clear as water. He had a natural smile that made all feel comfortable.
"Ah, Jerry," Xavier said, smiling.
"Charles," Jerry said, smiling and shaking his hand.
"Children, this is Jerry Nelson*, " Xavier said, "He is a mutant as well, but lives in another state. He carefully built his private jet and is one of the most valuable items he belongs, in acceptance of his own mutant facility he organized in the sewers."
The X-men gave random "hellos" and greetings, but Mikora remained silent.
"Like myself, he is telepathic and that is how he found most of his members, and particularly, Kokori LeAnne." He said before turning to the door of the plane. A figure exited the plane. She had icy blue hair and her skin was pale, but one could see some color in it. Her eyes were covered with dark sunglasses, and thus no one could see her eye color. She was tall, but not as tall as a normal girl would be. The girl wore a white T-shirt and worn khaki shorts and old dark blue sneakers. In her left hand was a water bottle that was half-empty, obviously drunken by her during the plane ride.
"Um... Hello," she said. Her voice was light, somewhat airy. Jean nudged Bobby, and he blinked and snapped out of his transfixed state. She urged him forward and he reluctantly walked forward.
"Um... Kokori?" Bobby asked uneasily.
"Bo... bobby?"
The two stared at each other. The two long-lost cousins reunited for the first time, weeks after they first heard of each other. Both lost without family, without hope...
Kokori, in a burst of emotion, suddenly ran to her cousin, threw her arms around her cousin and hugged him, her tears of joy streaming down her face. Bobby jumped back slightly in surprise, but accepted the hug.
"Oh my god... I thought I didn't have family ... Kokori said, half-crying and laughing.
Jerry and Xavier smiled slightly to themselves, knowing what an important moment this was for them.
[Are you staying, Jerry?] Xavier asked through telepathy.
[I am sorry, I cannot, Charles,] he replied, [I have business to attend to.]
[It is good to meet you in person,] Xavier said, smiling more.
[You too, Charles. I will keep in touch.] With that, he smiled and glanced at the school.
"I suppose I could stay for a while... a few days at most," he said aloud, "My jet needs a refuel anyway."
"Um, professor," Jean said, "I don't see Mikora anywhere."
The rest of the group turned around, only to find her place empty.
"Maybe she got scared off; there's so many telepaths here," Scott muttered in general distaste as he crossed his arms.
"Scott!" Jean snapped.
"We'll have to look for her," Xavier said, worried. He knew he could use his telepathy to find her, but he felt that what she wanted was to be left alone.
~~
Mikora panted slightly as she reached her room. A sudden memory had interrupted, and she didn't want the others to think that she needed help from something like that. She walked toward the bed, and collapsed on it.
--~~::FLASH!::~~--
The memory was short and blurry. The color was lacking and almost black and white, but she could still see. She mostly heard a male who was laughing, a kind, gentle laughter, not in the cruel, harsh tone she normally heard. Someone was smiling, and she could see that it was a woman. A single word echoed into this memory.
~ Family... ~
--~~::FLASH!::~~--
"It's stupid," she muttered quietly to herself, "It's just stupid... plain stupid..."
'That's it...' she thought to herself, 'I'm leaving. I'm out of here... They... they can't help me. I'm leaving after this stupid tryout week. I'm leaving...'
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*A/N: Thanks to Ryan for helping me with the last name!
By: AngelAkuma
A/N: I aplogize for the lack of updates; school was a real hell for me until AT LAST they released us from its torment on the afternoon of Thursday. Afterward, I had played LOTS of N64 and am now quite content. ^_^ I have also lost some interest in writing this story from the short and few reviews I have in this story. Sorry guys, but I can't update unless I know SOMEONE is reading this story that I took so long to form. If no one is reading it, then there's no real point of writing, now is there?
As a small note to the title of this chapter, I misspelled "dayze" on purpose. If you look closely, you can see that the words "Days" and "daze" are pronounced the same...
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--{Chapter 6: Learning Dayze}--
Over the next few days, Mikora Katt was kept in isolation from a majority of the school as she began to learn the simple basics of life. The teenage mutant had to learn some of the simplest concepts, such as how to brush her teeth, to make beds, to take a shower, currency, and how to use electronics. At first, Mikora was somewhat embarrassed from her lack of knowledge, but a new, hidden spark ignited within her - the will of learning. The girl picked things up quickly and was soon up to spec with the rest of the world.
One of the few things that were new to her was reading. She knew how to read, but was not very good at it. Also, she had forgotten how to write, and so reading and writing had to be taught to her quickly. Hank, Jean and Justin were all willing to patiently teach her such concepts. With their help, the new student became a fast reader and could write much better than before. However, there were a few complications. Sometimes she wrote so fast that her writing became illegible at a few points.
"Um... Mikora... I can't read your writing," the blue-furred doctor said one day as he squinted his eyes at the paper she'd written on.
"It says, 'McCoy can't read'." she said, rolling her eyes, half smirking as well.
"Hey!"
She proved to be a difficult person to work with; the girl apparently preferred to work alone than in groups. She sometimes assumed leader position, but didn't seem too comfortable with that. The person she seemed to be most similar to was Logan. Another strange thing was, Logan seemed to appear more around Mikora, as if trying to assure himself of something. In fact, though the rest of the institute may not have known, he began to develop a feeling of respect for her.
Her personality and emotional status developed well, and she soon proved to be just as sarcastic and joking as Bobby Drake, or Iceman. The brown haired, brown-eyed prankster known as Bobby soon found her to be a favorite for one of his jokes. He even pulled the old-fashioned bucket-of-cold-water-on-the-door prank on her one morning as she stepped in to brush her teeth. She did not manage to dodge in time and was soaking wet. Later Bobby found his entire room toilet-papered with 8 empty rolls of the toilet paper in various places. It took quite some time for him to clean up everything, for Mikora refused to help as he found more and more toilet paper in his room. From Bobby, Mikora learned to develop a sense of humor and took things more lightly, even though their pranks against one another continued to grow.
The first few days of Mikora's one-week tryout were somewhat troublesome as the X-men tried to teach her the ways of life, but she finally began to relax and loosen up by the 5th day. Mikora was introduced to all of the members of the X-men and given a full tour of the entire campus on the fourth day, and she became a bit more familiar with the dormitories, kitchen, living room, and danger room. She proved to be in control with her powers and almost reached up to Logan's levels of training.
Some foods were new to her, as she had not been introduced to her in her 4 years at MXF, such as cereal. She became quite fond of liquids, particularily milk.
"So, kitten," Bobby teased once as he saw her drinking milk in the kitchen. "Need 'nother plat of milk?"
Later in the week, he found a dead rat under his pillow.
~~
On the second to the last day, Xavier visited Mikora just as she settled down in the living room to watch some television after breakfast.
"How are you?" he asked kindly as he was wheeled over by Scott Summers.
"I'm good," she said shortly. She leaned back on the couch and searched for the remote control.
"I am happy to hear of your good health," he said, smiling to himself, "Do you wish to stay here for another week?"
Mikora paused in her search and thought about it. She didn't want to stay, but didn't exactly want to leave either. She felt bad that she probably wouldn't be able to pay them back for being here. They had been good to her... and though she did not know it, Mikora subconsciously did not want to leave. However, what was in her mind right then was to depart and go back into the wilderness of civilization.
"I... I don't know," she said, looking away from Xavier, "I'm not ... certain of my decision."
"That is quite alright," Xavier said, "I will not pressure you to make such a decision. However .... I have something to ask of you."
"Yeah?" she asked, turning to his direction again, half-cocking her left eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Bobby Drake's cousin will be coming later today. She is a mutant as well. She is also the reason Scott and a few of my other students were not present during the night you were nearly captured by MXF. We were making arrangements and such for Bobby's cousin." Xavier said, "I would really like for you to come to meet her when she comes."
"Why?" she asked sternly, yet somewhat appalled. Inside, she wondered if Bobby even HAD a cousin. He didn't talk much of his family, only that they lived somewhere in Boston. He never mentioned of any other family before.
"It is good for you to meet others, Mikora. I do not like it when you are always inside. It would be good for you to meet others like you, hiding for so long from others that want to hurt you."
Mikora slumped back against the couch again, considering. Scott watched her tentivly. He didn't like this Mikora; her character was strange and sometimes unreasonable. However, Jean put up with her, and so did he. But how long would he conceal it?
"Fine, I'll go," she said at last, "But I'm not talking."
~~
In mid-morning, a PA system cackled to life around the mansion. Students looked up and listened with respect (some with none at all) to the announcement.
{This is Professor Xavier. I kindly ask all students not to use the basketball courts today for important reasons. A new student is coming via plane, and I ask you once again to not come unless Jean Grey or I invited you. Thank you.}
Justin too had heard it, although he had been outside writing poetry in one of his journals. He particularly enjoyed his new mentor's garden and its quietness and tranquility. In a corner of his mind, he wondered why he had not been invited, then again, he couldn't stand excitement and often led to his heart problem. At his arrival, he had told Xavier of his health problem.
~*~*~
Day 2 -- Xavier's Study
"Mr. Xavier?"
~~
Later in the day after lunch, Xavier, Bobby, Jean, Scott, and Mikora (who was a little more than away from the main group) were all standing outside near the basket ball courts. It was a little after three, and Mikora felt boredom bore itself into her. She wanted to fall asleep standing up; she had done it before.... Had she? She couldn't quite remember. But that would be disrespecting Xavier, whom had been kind enough to house her for free. However, he didn't understand. She couldn't be here; there were places she needed to be. But she couldn't just leave. Somewhere, she felt that she had to repay him somehow... Her thoughts chased each other in an endless circle, and in the end Mikora was battling herself while standing still.
"Ah, here they come," Xavier finally said. The small group looked expectantly skyward, but they saw nothing. However, the normal eye could not see what Mikora could see. She saw small rifts of air flowing away from a certain point, and instantly knew that this must be the aircraft in which Iceman's cousin would arrive.
"Hey... where is it?" Scott said, scanning the skies.
"It's invisible, one-eye," Mikora said gruffly, "Or maybe you're a lot blinder than I thought."
"Hey, look, Mikora -- " Scott snapped, turning his head toward her. His teeth were slightly clenched and his right hand twitched as if to raise his hand to his visor.
"Scott," Jean said tensely, touching his sleeve. He backed out and muttered to himself. Bobby frowned slightly, as if in disapproval of their actions. Mikora inched away from the group, feeling the need for isolation.
The rifts that Mikora had seen became slightly more and more visible, until a grey jet suddenly appeared only feet away from the mansion. The landing gear was already out, and wind flew around them and their different colored hair swept back as the silver and grey jet at last landed on the pavement. From the looks and the size, it was a small private jet, built for less than five people and made to transport a small number of people in a small amount of time.
The engines seemed to take forever to shut down. The propeller finally stopped spinning, and the landing gear was finally steady as the door of the plane opened. A white and silver colored ramp was lowered down toward the hard ground, which was only a short ways compared with most large planes. As Xavier was wheeled over to the plane by Scott with Iceman following behind them, a tall figure stepped out of the door. He appeared somewhere in his late 20's or early 30's, had dirty blond hair which was cut short, and pale slate blue eyes that were as clear as water. He had a natural smile that made all feel comfortable.
"Ah, Jerry," Xavier said, smiling.
"Charles," Jerry said, smiling and shaking his hand.
"Children, this is Jerry Nelson*, " Xavier said, "He is a mutant as well, but lives in another state. He carefully built his private jet and is one of the most valuable items he belongs, in acceptance of his own mutant facility he organized in the sewers."
The X-men gave random "hellos" and greetings, but Mikora remained silent.
"Like myself, he is telepathic and that is how he found most of his members, and particularly, Kokori LeAnne." He said before turning to the door of the plane. A figure exited the plane. She had icy blue hair and her skin was pale, but one could see some color in it. Her eyes were covered with dark sunglasses, and thus no one could see her eye color. She was tall, but not as tall as a normal girl would be. The girl wore a white T-shirt and worn khaki shorts and old dark blue sneakers. In her left hand was a water bottle that was half-empty, obviously drunken by her during the plane ride.
"Um... Hello," she said. Her voice was light, somewhat airy. Jean nudged Bobby, and he blinked and snapped out of his transfixed state. She urged him forward and he reluctantly walked forward.
"Um... Kokori?" Bobby asked uneasily.
"Bo... bobby?"
The two stared at each other. The two long-lost cousins reunited for the first time, weeks after they first heard of each other. Both lost without family, without hope...
Kokori, in a burst of emotion, suddenly ran to her cousin, threw her arms around her cousin and hugged him, her tears of joy streaming down her face. Bobby jumped back slightly in surprise, but accepted the hug.
"Oh my god... I thought I didn't have family ... Kokori said, half-crying and laughing.
Jerry and Xavier smiled slightly to themselves, knowing what an important moment this was for them.
[Are you staying, Jerry?] Xavier asked through telepathy.
[I am sorry, I cannot, Charles,] he replied, [I have business to attend to.]
[It is good to meet you in person,] Xavier said, smiling more.
[You too, Charles. I will keep in touch.] With that, he smiled and glanced at the school.
"I suppose I could stay for a while... a few days at most," he said aloud, "My jet needs a refuel anyway."
"Um, professor," Jean said, "I don't see Mikora anywhere."
The rest of the group turned around, only to find her place empty.
"Maybe she got scared off; there's so many telepaths here," Scott muttered in general distaste as he crossed his arms.
"Scott!" Jean snapped.
"We'll have to look for her," Xavier said, worried. He knew he could use his telepathy to find her, but he felt that what she wanted was to be left alone.
~~
Mikora panted slightly as she reached her room. A sudden memory had interrupted, and she didn't want the others to think that she needed help from something like that. She walked toward the bed, and collapsed on it.
--~~::FLASH!::~~--
The memory was short and blurry. The color was lacking and almost black and white, but she could still see. She mostly heard a male who was laughing, a kind, gentle laughter, not in the cruel, harsh tone she normally heard. Someone was smiling, and she could see that it was a woman. A single word echoed into this memory.
~ Family... ~
--~~::FLASH!::~~--
"It's stupid," she muttered quietly to herself, "It's just stupid... plain stupid..."
'That's it...' she thought to herself, 'I'm leaving. I'm out of here... They... they can't help me. I'm leaving after this stupid tryout week. I'm leaving...'
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*A/N: Thanks to Ryan for helping me with the last name!
