Disclaimer: I own naught but Kira. And the strange circumstances I'm putting them in.

Kira woke up to face the bright shining sun, groaning and immediately closing her eyes. She sat up, eyes still clenched shut, and clutched her grumbling stomach while making her way out of the room.

Walking down familiar hallways, she forgot that not only was she in a different version of her mansion altogether, but she slept in a different room. But she was still half awake, so she walked one full staircase down, walked down the hallway for exactly five minutes, and then opened the door supposedly leading to the kitchen, frowning slightly when it smelled more like some boy's room than bacon and eggs.

"Eek!" Kira's eyes snapped open and shrieked when she saw a familiar boy half dressed.

"Sorry!" She squeaked before running for her life.

She sprinted down the hallway and finally to her destination where she knew the kitchen was, according the the trio's tour.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god." Kira ran in circles, trying to get the horrendous images out of her head. She knew it was mean, but that was just awful. She was sure that if it was anyone else who slept in that room she'd either be giggling or making snide remarks, but that... eep.

"Kira, what the hell is wrong with ya now?"

She froze and slowly turned her head to face her Gothic friend, "Roguey! It was horrible!" She cried, throwing her arms around the struggling mutant.

"Let go of meh before Ah drain yah dry!" She yelled and pushed the traumatized mutant off.

"S-sorry. But, oh god, it was, god, it was terrible."

"What was terrible?" She asked, extremely confused.

"I-I was walking, and I thought I was back at our mansion so I could walk around with my eyes clothed, but I couldn't, you want to know why?" Rogue nodded, "Because the kitchen was in our tour guide's room!"

Rogue let out a loud laugh and Kira pouted.

"You wouldn't be laughing if you had to witness your alter ego's boy toy changing his pants." Rogue laughed even harder, "Is it possible for a boy to shrink from creating all that coldness and ice?"

"Who says he was big in the first place?" She managed to gasp through laughter and Kira let out a small giggle.

"Kitty would know." John's voice said from the opposite side of the rather huge counter and Kira shrieked.

"When'd you get here?"

"Please, Kira. He was heah the whole time. You were just too preoccupied with talkin' about Iceboy's small popsicle tah notice." Kira snorted before thinking of something.

"Wait, why would Kitty know? She ain't getting down and dirty with him, is she?"

"Pfft, everyone knows that they used to be fuck buddies until Drake got it into his head that cheating was bad." John said, taking another swig of his root beer.

"Seriously?"

"Would I lie about shit like that?" He asked, smirking slightly at the mutant. Kira blushed slightly, only Rogue being able to tell, and walked over to the cabinets searching for cereal.

"I don't know. Maybe you want to screw with my head."

"Not with your head." He said, throwing her a grin before jumping at the sound of Rogue growling.

"No flirting with Kira, got it?" She warned, having a Logan moment.

"You're scary when you growl." He shook his head.

"You haven't seen her angry." Kira sat down with her Special K and jar of honey, scooping a large portion of the sticky substance into her cereral and eating it, smiling happily.

John looked at her weird eating habits, then shook his head, drinking more of his yummy alcohol substitute.

"You think I'm weird?" She scoffed, "You're the one drinking root beer for breakfast."

"Wow, you got over seein' Icecube in all his little glory pretty quick." Rogue commented, slightly proud of her.

"I just forgot!" She whined, covering her poor ears and shutting her eyes.

Rogue just rolled her eyes.