(Luna's POV, 1 week Later)
"Luna...wake up...Logan wants to talk to you..."
My eyes cracked open and I looked at my alarm clock, then turned my eyes to Kurt. "Why did he send you up here at three in the morning?"
"He just told me to come wake you up, and that if you don't come willingly that he'd come up here himself..."
I simply pulled my blanket over my head and rolled over. "Let him come up here, I'll bite him if he does..."
No answer, no other attempt at bothering me which meant I was alone in my room again. I snuggled under my blanket and started falling asleep again, until about twenty minutes later...I was jolted awake by someone picking me up and carrying me over their shoulder like a sack of flour.
"Watashi o oku!(Put me down!)" I squeaked in surprise.
"You're about as stubborn as I am...now be quiet before you wake everyone else up."
I huffed and crossed my arms, making sure to elbow my father in the back of the head. We haven't really been seeing eye to eye since I've been here, especially since he tries to keep the others away from me as much as possible.
After a few moments, I was tossed on my ass into the training room...the one place I had actually been avoiding. As soon as the door shut, I stood up, and I began to have strange images cloud my vision. Scientists, robots, fighting, lazers, blood...they were so overwhelming that I blacked out, a loud noise making me come to my senses. I looked up to see Xavier, Storm, my father, and a few others had been watching from an observation area. I looked around and saw shredded metal and machine parts everywhere, I felt my claws retract and I started to notice how out of breath I was.
"C'mon, kid..."
I looked and saw my father standing in the doorway, so i walked over and followed him back into the main hallway. "What did i do?"
"You blacked out, attacked everything that got close to you...even the walls got attacked when you bumped into them. Almost looked like you were trying to fight someone."
"I started seeing things...I-"
"We'll talk about it later. You need to go up to your room and get ready."
"Ready? For what?" I asked, confused.
"School."
"Uh...no." I stopped walking, taking a step back and preparing to run.
"Don't even think about it, everyone else your age here goes and you're not getting out of it."
The next thing I know, I'm being pulled into my room by Jean and Kitty.
"Did he talk you into this?" I asked, looking at the two of them.
"He wasn't the only one. The Professor was the one that talked to Logan first, then we were asked to help." Jean answered, having me sit on my bed.
"So, what exactly are you two helping me with?" I sighed.
"Just a little makeover." Kitty said, holding a box of hair dye and a hairbrush for me to see.
"ChikushÅ(damn it)..." I breathed, not even fighting as the two started doing my hair.
...(Moments Later)...
I stared at myself in my bedroom mirror, unamused and not really liking what was done to my hair...it was lightened to almost brown while the roots and tips were bleached to bright blonde, and my hair was straightened and held down with so much hairpsray that the fumes were still killing my nose.
"Are you SURE this was necessary?" I sighed, picking up a little box from my nightstand.
"You're still being hunted down and blamed for the incident at that prep school, you're all over the news." Jean nodded, standing by my bedroom door.
"Greeeat..." I sighed again as I opened the little box, then started putting in the colored contact lenses that were inside. When I was done, my silver eyes looked like a rust brown.
Jean and Kitty left the room so I could get dressed. I looked through my clothes to try and find something appropriate for school, thinking about what the girls were told to tell me. I was going to be posing as an exchange student from Japan, and I had to think of a name to use. I reached for some clothes when a sharp pain went through my head, followed by a woman's voice whispering, then silence...
"What the hell was that?" I asked myself, shaking my head as I got dressed. I put on a deep purple tanktop, then put on a grey off the shoulder shirt and a pair of dark jeans that had the knees ripped out and around the knees were a bit faded. I then put on a pair of white socks and my black boots, then slipped on a pair of black fingerless gloves that had a special place for my claws so they wouldn't rip the fabric.
I took another look in the mirror and grabbed my deep purple backpack, tossing it on as I headed to meet the others downstairs. They all just stared at me as I came closer.
"Now you don't look like an angtsy teen." Scott said in a somewhat teasing voice.
"Ima sugu iku koto ga dekimasu ka?(Can we just go now?)" I growled, pushing passed everyone to get out the door.
...(At School)...
It was odd being in an actual school, I actually felt uncomfortable...like everyone was judging me. I noticed the other branched off until it was just me and Kitty walking together.
"So...what name are you using for classes?" She asked, looking at me curiously.
I took in a breath, trying to remember the name that the whispers told me. "Tsuki...Tsuki Takahashi."