Hey! Please, R/R, or I won't write any more! J/k (about the not writing anymore, not the R/R, still do that lol) Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own only Taylor, (my attempt to own Mystique failed (though I don't know why I ever wanted her, I'd much rather have Kurt=))
"Eww! Kurt!!!!" Kitty half cried, half gagged.
"Vat?" The fuzzy blue boy, now masked by a hologram, asked, his mouth full of his own food concoction. It was a polish sausage, wrapped in bologna, smothered in ketchup and peanut butter, all put in a hotdog bun.
Evan walked up to the table, looked from Kitty to Kurt to Kurt's "sandwich" and gave Kurt a high-five. "Excellent!"
"Figures you'd side with him," Kitty sighed as she blew a stray strand of hair from her face and grimaced as she watched Evan, under Kurt's instruction, attempt to recreate Kurt's food abomination.
As the others of the group arrived at the lunch table, they chose rather to ignore the disgusting mesh of normally edible foods than to comment on it.
"So, did y'all see that new kid? Ah think his name is Taylor, or Tyler or…something." Rogue said in an attempt to not look at Kurt and Evan.
"Yeah, I think he's in my gym class. He's not very uh (snicker) athletically inclined," Scott's remark got him an elbow from Jean. "Oww! God, Jean, whaddya do that for?"
"You deserved it." She said simply, ending the discussion
"He's in my history class. He sat through the whole class with his feet on Tony's chair and did nothing. I woulda thought Mrs. Genero would scream at him or Tony would, like, beat the crap outta him, but they just didn't care. It was like they didn't even notice." Kitty told what she knew of the new kid.
"So…" Scott tried to get more information out of her.
"So what?" Kitty had no clue what he meant.
"Whaddya think of him?"
"Of him? Well, his clothes were okay, but he was, like, wearing the wrong shade of blue. With such pale skin, you want something that makes you look like you have more color, not less. He should also think of spiking his hair, I mean, the way he had it was okay but I think it would look totall- what?" Everyone was just staring at her. "Its not my fault that some guys have no clue how to accentuate their best features."
Scott shook his head in an exasperated way and replied, "No, I don't want you to analyze his fashion sense, do you think that he's a…well he's uh…do you think he'd be happy at the Institute?"
Kitty had since then become preoccupied with Kurt and Evan. They were loudly discussing how the color of Kurt's hair didn't accentuate the logo on his shirt and how he couldn't decide whether to dye his hair or change the shirt.
"Vell, if I change mein shirt, how can I be sure that mein hair vill bring out the most beautiful properties of that logo. At least if I dye mein hair, I can be positive that I would have one perfect ensemble." Kurt mocked Kitty only to get his tail painfully yanked on, discretely of course.
"Kitty!" Scott tried again.
"Sheesh, what?"
"Do you think he'd fit in at the Institute?" Scott asked through gritted teeth?
"How would I know? I told you he spent the whole class just sitting there. I'm not sure how he managed that…God, if that is an ability, to make people ignore you, like, sign me up!"
"Well, we'd better find out soon, because if he is and he's not on our side…" Jean deliberately let her voice trail off.
"Taylor Suirt, please report to the principal's office immediately. Taylor Suirt, please report to the principal's office." The PA woman's nasally voice called the guy in question to Mystique's office.
"Speak of the devil," muttered Rogue.
"Vich one?" countered Kurt.
Once in Mystique's office, Taylor felt a sudden surge of uneasiness. He did not want to be there. The woman still creeped him out.
"Hello Taylor," was her greeting to him. "I trust your first day went smoothly."
"Yeah, smooth," the only reason for that was because that's the way he wanted it to go. He forced all his teachers to completely ignore him after meeting him. He had basically hung out with Lance, Pietro and Todd the rest of the day.
"Excellent. I have a small assignment for you. To test your ability."
"Sure," he was anxious to learn how to be in more control of his powers. Sure, he was able to fool a few teachers here and there, but that was small stuff. Any larger command than "Ignore me" lasted, if it was obeyed, only a few minutes at most, and people when they "wake up" can get really pissed.
"I want you to look at these photographs. Study them. These are the people that you are going to test your abilities on."
"Who are they," though he didn't really either way, he asked to know the identity of the people he was about to test his skills on.
"They are the X-Men."