impossibilities-03.html "I'd rather die now, than after I've become worse than dead." -- Anonymous

X-Men Evolution: Impossibilities

Chapter 3: Chanced Meetings

Author note: "{ }" signifies words spoken in Japanese.
~ ~ signifies telepathy aka mental speech.
And I bloody don't know how this fanfic decided to take over itself and become a Weiss Kreuz crossover. To all your Weiss Kreuz fans out there, be happy. But be warned: this is the first time I've written for them. And sorry they didn't get as much dialogue as the characters from Evolution.. But don't worry, they'll get tons more as the story progresses. And I think this might end up as a LanceXPietro fanfic too! .. Damn, these characters are just taking over my story! It's their fault and not mine, lol, but I'm not exactly upset with the results. ::Grins.:: And yes, I don't check over my fanfics before I upload them.. I just can't stand rechecking fanfics, because then I decide to change everything. So there will be grammar and spelling mistakes. =P Sorry.

And now you don't have to kill me~~! ::Hides in the corner.::

A seventeen year-old blue-eyed, light brown haired, Japanese boy looked out of Kitty In the House flowershop, frowning at the assembled crowd of mutant-haters down the street. "{.. Minna-san.. Look! There's a mob outside!}"
Another one of the males in the room, a blonde man in his early twenties, who was much taller than the boy, frowned too as he looked over the boy's shoulder. "{.. And it's scared all the girls away, too..}"
"{Yohji-kun, forget about the girls! They're hurting someone!}"
"{.. There's more than one person being hurt, Omi.. Two children.}" A third stated, behind them. His brown hair was of a darker shade than Omi's, and his eyes a darker blue as well.
"{Ken-kun?! You're sure?}" Omi gasped, turning to look back at his friend sharply. "{Children?!}"
Ken nodded, his face troubled. "{We'd better go out there and save them..}"
Yohji gawked. "{Look at that crowd! There's no way!}"
"{But we have to..! Aya-kun!} Omi turned to the fourth companion, the eldest man, whose blue eyes showed no hint of passion as they looked up to glare at the boy.
"{Iie. It is none of our business.}" The red head stated, leaning far enough over a plant to have his long sideburns to touch the soil.
"{But Aya-kun! They're going to be killed! And they're only children!}" Omi argued, balling his hands into fists. "{You're not going to let them be murdered, are you?!}"
Aya frowned. If Omi was going to put it that way.. Even he could not stand idly by when children were slowly murdered.. It was only a few seconds before Aya had made up his mind. "{Iie. Go and get ready. We'll have to attack without harming the people.}"
Omi smiled and nodded quickly, running quickly to go and do as told.


Kitty yawned, relaxing on the deck of the mansion with the other X-teenagers, and stretched. "Man, I feel so much better now that I've taken a nap!"
"Ugh, tell me about it..!" Evan agreed, lounging in a chair. "Man, I *HATE* traveling coach!"
"... We didn't travel coach. We traveled first class." Jean pointed out.
".. Yeah, so? It still gives me a headache."
Jean rolled her eyes and sighed, before turning to Scott as he walked outside. "Scott? Did you find any sign of Kurt..?"
Scott shook his head. "No.. The Professor said he went out for a bit.. Probably got himself lost or something."
Kitty rolled her eyes as well. "Oh geez, that sounds just like him.. He still can't even read a map properly!"
"Yeah, and you can't cook." Evan stated.
"Hey! I'm getting better!" Kitty argued.
Evan raised his eyebrow. ".. No you're not."
"Hey! You're supposed to be on *MY* side!"
Evan smirked and leaned back in his chair. "Not today, kitty-cat."
"Grr.."
He just laughed.
Jean sighed as Scott sat beside her and he frowned, concerned. "Jean.. What's wrong?"
She shook her head and put a hand up to her temples. "I.. I don't know.. I just have this feeling that Kurt's in danger somehow.. I mean, he's almost out of range, but he feels distressed.."
".. Distressed..?" Scott's face grew more grave.
".. Yes.. I mean.. I'm sure he's in trouble!" Jean replied quickly.
Scott's frown deepened more, if that was even possible. "We should tell Prof then!"
Jean nodded quickly. "Y-yeah.. Although I'm sure he already knows."
"Well, c'mon then..!" Scott grabbed her arm and pulled her inside.
Kitty blinked, and turned to Evan. "What was that about..?"
Evan just shrugged.

Kurt shoved himself into the crowd, fighting to get through the screaming, jeering, mass of humans. He was careful not to let anyone touch his tail; if they were to find out that he was a mutant, he would never be able to save the children.
"Leave them alone!" He screamed, with a touch of panic in his voice, even though he knew they could not understand him. "They never did anything to you!"
"{IIEEE~~!}" Then a innocent cry of pain.
"NO! Leave them alone!" Kurt struggled to get through the crowd. If he took too long to get to the children, they would be killed! He *HAD* to get to them!
"O-out of my vay!" He could almost see the children, but not quite, and there was a large man in his way.
A large man that would not move. And if he did not move, the children would die.
Kurt knew that teleporting was not an option. He had no idea what was on the other side of the man, and could end up killing himself and the children if he teleported into them. And he might land on them if he jumped.
There was only one option, and he took it.
He bit down on the man's arm with his fangs. HARD!
The man screamed and moved out of the way, allowing Kurt to be able to see inside the ringed throng of mutant-haters.
And that was when his heart stopped and his breath caught in his throat.
The two children, screaming and crying.. The two children clinging to each other in fear, with open wounds that sent blood trickling or pouring down their bodies.. The two children that he was the only hoped for..
They looked like him. *LOOKED* like him!
He froze, then stepped back in surprise. "W-was?!"
Kurt was pushed forward by someone, probably egging him on to hurt the poor little ones.
His holo-watch shorted out. He could have cared less.
They looked like him..
"{Another one!}"
"{He's come to kill us for harming his children!}"
Kurt suddenly realized that every person in the crowd was staring at him. And they were staring at him in fear, not moving.
And still he looked at the two children. One had darker blue fur than his, and the other a dark green, but they still looked like him..
"{Kill him before he kills us!}"
The last shout was in anger. The spell of safety was broken. They would kill him.
A fist came towards Kurt and he dodge it, barely. Then he scooped up the children, holding them close with one in each arm, trying not to pay attention to just how much of their innocent blood was getting onto him, as the wrapped their arms around his neck, and their tails around his waist.
"Hold on!" Kurt shouted, holding them tightly to his own furry chest.
And before the next fist could swing at them, they were gone, leaving only a cloud of smoke and the smell of brimstone behind.

Omi, Ken, Yohji, and even Aya stared down at the scene from a rooftop as they first got a good look at the children, and then the young man, before all three had suddenly disappeared.
"{.. I think this is going to get a little more complicated than we thought.. We'd better find them, just to make sure they're safe!}" Omi stated.
"{.. But they're mutants! Like Schwartz!}" Yohji argued.
"{.. They're kids, not murderers! If we don't help them now, they might just end up like Schwartz!}" The boy replied, frowning, as he looked across at the roof of another building, desperately looking for the three furred mutants.
Yohji found himself unable to argue, and sighed. He had no idea what he might be getting into, since this was not an official mission. However, he knew one thing.
He could call anything that happened to be Omi's fault. After all, it was completely his idea.

A sports bag sailed into the air and landed on a spring-mattress bed, before a young, white-haired man jumped onto it, laying on his back. "Finally! I thought that taxi ride would *NEVER* end!"
Lance smirked. "You couldn't stand the fact that you didn't have more than two feet of leg room, could you?"
"No shit, sherlock." Pietro smirked back. "I'm just glad that Blubber-Butt and Frog-Face aren't here."
"Same." Lance lugged in the rest of the luggage inside the room, and laughed. "At least we now have cable."
"Yeah, in *JAPANESE!* And neither of us know Japanese, now do we..?"
"Fuck, you're right." Lance could not help but frown.
Pietro smirked wider. "I'm always right."
"There's no way in hell that you're always right, because then you wouldn't be getting the same grades I am." Lance rolled his eyes.
"It's because you don't try." Quicksilver stated simply.
"Well, neither do you." Retorted Avalanche.
"Point taken. .. Where the hell is Mystique??"
"Getting more copies of our key, duh, I told you that about five times!"
"Well, I don't like jets and jets don't like me," The other boy stated, closing his eyes smuggly.
Lance's frown was again replaced by a smirk. "Face it. You're getting slow."
"Come here and say that to my face, dumbass."
He shook his head and laughed at his companion. "Poor little Pietro is all worn out!"
"... Don't make me kill you.."
Lance only laughed again, then went to thinking for a moment, before speaking and changing the subject again. "Who's this Magneto guy anyways..? I mean, I just met him the other day at that meeting, but still.."
Pietro stiffened. "He's the guy we work for."
"*DUH!* I know that.. It's just.. Well, he *KNEW* you." Lance sighed.
"Yeah. So? Your point?" Lance knew he had hit gold at his friend's defensive tone of voice.
"He's your father, isn't he?"
Without warning, Pietro had sat up and grabbed Lance by the collar of his shirt, all in a single blur of movement. "What the hell does *THAT* mean?!"
"Nothing.. Nothing man!" Lance held up his hands defensively. "It's just that you guys have the same color hair and all.. Not to mention, the same type of accent. AND you did seem used to his presence.."
Pietro sighed and released Lance's shirt collar, trying to keep himself contained. "Well, maybe he is! What does it matter to you, anyways??"
Lance just shrugged. "Nothing much.. Just curious."
The Russian boy blinked rapidly. "Come.. Come a-again..?"
"I said I was just wondering, man. Doesn't really matter to me if he's your father or not, but it explains a lot."
Pietro took a deep breath, trying to supress his rage at his own stupidity, eyes glaring into the other boy. "You mean.. I.. Got.. Angry for *NO* REASON?!"
"Basically," Lance nodded, grinning from ear to ear.
Annoyed greatly by this, Pietro sped back on top of his bed before he beat Lance to a pulp. "I don't need that guy, anyways."
Lance rolled his eyes. "I know, I know. You don't 'need' anyone."
Pietro glanced at him, hands behind his head. "That's not quite true."
".. It isn't..?"
Naw. A wide smirk. "I need you."
"Y-you do?" Lance stared at the other boy in shock.
"Yep." Pietro looked at the ceiling again and closed his eyes, before stating in a matter-of-factly voice, "I need someone to amuse me."
Lance smirked. "Alright, that's it!"
Pietro let out a small shriek of surprise as Lance jumped onto the bed he was laying on, and tried to pin him. A wrestling match ensued.
A minute later, Mystique walked in just as Lance managed to pin the smaller young man underneath him.
Letting out a long sigh, Mistique brought her hand up to her temples. "Do I dare even ask what is going on?"
Lance and Pietro looked at her, looked at each other, looked back at her, and only when they looked back at each other for the second time, did they realize what position they were in. Both turned red and scrambled apart instantly upon the realization.
"G-gah! It's not what it looked like!" Pietro studdered, blushing redder because of his paler skin. Not to mention that he was the one underneath.
Mystique raised an eyebrow. "So then, what was it?"
Lance nervously ran his hand through the hair on the back of his head. "We.. We were just wrestling."
Mystique raised the other eyebrow. "Why?"
"B-Because we were being stupid?" Pietro offered with a shakey smile.
She sighed loudly and gave up, so she changed the subject. "Our assignment begins tomorrow, so get your rest now. I have business to attend to, and I expect that, for once, you will behave. I do *NOT* want to be kicked out of a hotel because of childish behavior, UNDERSTAND?"
Both boys nodded shakily.
"Good, then I shall go tend to my business." Mystique, very annoyed, walked out and shut the door behind her.
Pietro sneered. "Business? She's probably going to go out shopping!"
Mystique glared through a tiny crack in the door. "I heard that."
"Eep." The boy paled.
Sighing, she closed the door the rest of the way and walked off.
Lance burst out laughing. "You should've seen the look on your face!"
"Shut up, you." Pietro commanded, as he took up the television remote and started to flip through the channels, despite the fact that he would not understand a single word.

They ended up on the high roof of a tall apartment building, just above the crowd that had tried to kill them.
Kurt found himself falling to his knees, as he took in a few deep breaths. He had saved them.
The children were silent. Too silent.
He blinked. "Y.. You two okay..?"
They burst into tears then, sobbing into his shoulders. Kurt blinked again in surprise, and then his eyes went wide. "V-vait, it's okay, it's okay..! A-ach.. Please don't cry.. No, no.. L-let's not cry now.."
Too scared to respond, and in too much pain, they continued to cry.
"A-ach.." Kurt bit his lip, almost drawing blood. "U-uhm.. C-c'mon, don't.. don't cry.. I v-von't let them hurt you anymore, okay..? Please.." He tried to quickly think of something that would make the little ones stop crying.
"M-my name's Kurt Wagner, p-please, vhat are y-your names..?" He rubbed their backs, holding them close. "I... I don't know your names yet.. Y-you'll be okay.. But.. I vould like it if I could call you something else other than kid 1 and kid 2.."
Kurt held them even closer, as their crying went down slightly in intensity. "Yeah.. It'll be alright now.. I'll take care of you.. D-don't cry anymore, y.. you're safe now.." The young man began to rock back and forth, and not knowing what else to do, began to speak soothingly in German, watching them as they slowly began to calm down. "Shh... Shh.. I'm here.. I-I'll take care of you.."
As they calmed down, he got a better look at them.. The boy, at least what he thought was a boy, happened to have a darker shade of blue fur than he did, and the child that he assumed to be a girl because of her hair, had the same shade of fur, but in green. Both possessed frightingly white hair, which Kurt gently stroked as he mummered to them softly. Kurt could not see their eyecolor, as they buried their faces into his shoulders, but he could have sworn that when he glanced at them earlier, that they were a glowing light purple.
Their appearance raised questions in his head.. Why did they look like him..? He thought he was the only mutant in the world that looked the way he did, but here were too others that shared his characteristics.. They even had pointed tails, which were currently wrapped around his waist, squeezing him tight.
Kurt then wrapped his own tail around their waists and drew them closer.
It was as if he had suddenly found out he had two younger siblings.. He had thought he was alone in the world, the only one of his kind, and suddenly he found two children that possessed the same characteristics. Their resemblance to him was uncanny... Unnatural.
Was that why he felt as if he had something to do with their creation? As if they were his responsibility? It was a feeling that he could not explain, even thought it was not competely beyond reason.
Had he not always wanted to have someone like him? Someone that knew how it felt to be judged solely by their demonic looks? A person he could hold and comfort, and when he hurt, would remind him how much he was loved?
In his arms were two little ones that could do just that. Two children that knew how it felt to be hated, hell, he had just saved them from a mob, and wanted to be held? They were begging him, clinging to him, praying that he would accept them with open arms and love them. Someone who would read to them at night, kiss their tears away, and love them in spite of their looks.
And Kurt found himself wanting to be that someone, and to be their caretaker. So he thanked his God with all his heart and held the children close, letting them cry their fears away.
After their tears had dried into small sniffles, he held at half-arm's length, and smiled to them sadly, wiping away their tears with his tail. "You two.. You two okay..?" His heart was breaking at the sight of them, and a nervous lump had formed in his throat. If they rejected him now..
His fears subsided a bit, however, as Alec nodded sadly. "H-hai.."
"Hai..?" Kurt blinked, not knowing the Japanese word.
Alicia nodded as well. "Alicia-chan and Alec-chan are okay.. Demo.. We hurt.." She blinked and reached up her hand to Kurt's face. "You.. You have tears in your eyes too.."
Kurt sighed in relief, smiling sadly, and laughed quietly. They knew english, and sounded as if they could speak it fluently. It would be much easier to communicate with them, then. ".. Alicia and Alec..? Are those your names..?" He remembered Logan mentioning the various suffixes that Japanese sometimes added onto their names, and recognized the one the twins were using.
They both nodded, and Kurt smiled a bit more. "My name.. My name is Kurt."
Despite their aches and pains, just glad to have someone that was not hurting them, both smiled widely. "{Kurt-'Niichan!}"
Again Kurt blinked furiously. "W-what..?"
Alicia blinked and then giggling, translated. "Big brother Kurt!"
Then Alec added, eyes wide, "You look like us!"
"That must mean we're related or something! Right? So you'll be our big brother then, hai?"
The eldest of the three thought quickly.. What did 'hai' mean..? What did it mean? C'mon, he *HAD* heard it somewhere! Yes, that's it! It meant yes!
He laughed. "H-hai! Of course I will!"
It took Kurt a few seconds to reorient himself, because he suddenly found himself lying on the ground, being hugged mercilessly by the twins. "A-ach! Too.. Too tight!"
Alec and Alicia blinked for a moment before letting out childish shrieks of laughter at their new caregiver, and they let him sit back up, and they slid into his lap.
"Very funny.. But you should be careful.. Y-you're still hurt.."
As if to emphasize his point, Alicia whimpered and grabbed her shoulder, wincing in pain. "{I.. Itai..}"
Worry sprung up in Kurt's chest faster than he could think, and he looked at Alicia fearfully. "Y-you okay..?"
"I.. I need a lot of bandaids.."
He nodded silently and looked them over, noticing in shock once again how hurt they were. And he realized something else that made his heart beat faster in panic. He realized another, and yet, another thing! His head reeled at each thought alone, and together they nearly caused his heart to stop its beating.
Kurt had no idea how to bind injuries, no idea how to take care of children, and no idea where the Japanese Institute was! He needed help.
Professor Xavier! He could tell Kurt where the institute was!
~PROFESSOR!!! PROFESSOR, PROFESSOR!~
~G-G-GAH! Kurt-~
~P-professor! T.. There's these children.. A-and t.. they look like me! T-they're hurt! And.. And I can't remember h-how to get back to the Institute! P-please, t-they're hurt and.. and-~
~Kurt, calm down-~
~C-calm down?! T-they're hurt!~
~Kurt, please-~
~But..! Profes-!~ Kurt let out a cry of pain as a rock slammed into his head, and he fell onto his side, holding the twins close. He tried to reorder his thoughts, but his mind screamed from the effort and he instead laid there, barely conscious.
"{Kurt-'Niichan!}" The twins screamed in unison.
"{Did you get it..?}"
A man smirked at his companion, only a few feet away from the three mutants. "{I don't think it'll be going anywhere for a while..}"
"{So what are we going to do with it?}"
The man smirked again. "{Toss it back.}"
His companion smirked broadly, and laughed. "{And if it survives, it will wish that it had died. That mob looks ready to kill..}"
Kurt could feel his consciousness slipping away, even as the children begged and pleaded for him to get up, tears spilling over their fuzzy cheeks.
-I.. I said I would protect them, didn't I..? So.. So why can't I help them..? W-why..? M-mein Gott, w.. warum?-
"Kurt-'Niichan, Kurt-'Niichan! Please don't die!"
"Stay with us..! Kurt-'Niichan! Onegai!"
He desperately wanted to.. Kurt tried to reach up a hand to dry their tears once more, but the world was glowing black.
Letting out a small cry of pain, Kurt Wagner fainted and scummed to them darkness.

Pietro suddenly stopped flipping through the channels, as his eyes went wide. ".. What the hell??"
Lance blinked at him. ".. Huh..?"
"Why the hell does he have *GOATS* in his apartment?! Is this guy nuts?!"
The boy looked at the show, and his eyes went wide. "He's trying to milk the female while the male's *CHASING* him?! What a dumbass!"
"I know!" Pietro rubbed his eyes, agreeing with his friend. "What kind of show is this?!"
"Something stupid!"
"OBVIOUSLY!"
"Pietro... Let's find another show."
"Exactly what I was thinking." He started flipping through the channels again and suddenly stopped, his eyes bulging again.
Lance blinked to his friend, his eyes not on the computer screen. "... Pietro..?"
".. Fairy Godmothers?!"
The American boy raised an eyebrow. "... What?"
"There's these three people dressed as *FAIRY GODMOTHERS~~~!*" Pietro pointed to the television, half-way between cowering in fear and laughing his ass off.
Lance took one look at the screen and let out a whimper of fear. "A-ah!"
*THUMP!* The poor boy's eyes widened more. "Did.. Did that office w-worker just roundkick that guy in the pants?!"
Pietro was however, laughing. "God, the look on his face when that girl kicked him in the ass was priceless~~~!"
"That show *SCARES* me! CHANGE IT!"
The Russian boy turned to look at his friend, and blinked.
Lance blinked back.
Pietro blinked again.
And so did Lance.
Only then, did Pietro fall into a new bout of hysterics. "That show *SCARES* you?! That's just too funny!"
Lance sighed and hung his head, blushing. It was a few minutes later before Pietro had calmed down.
".. Pietro.."
"Oh alright, I'll change it, scaredy-cat~!" Pietro smirked at Lance, and flipped through the channels for the third time.
"Just find something good this time." Lance frowned, and then his eyes widened. "Stop! Wait! That's Gundam Wing, go back, dammit!"
"It's in Japanese! There's no way you can understand it! And on top of that you've already seen it!"
"But.. But..!" Lance looked scandalized.
"I'm not changing it back!"
"... I'll tell everyone about your little stuffed turtle, Tort." Lance's mouth widened into a smirk.
".. You wouldn't!" Quicksilver's eyes widened in fear.
Avalanche's smirk grew more smug. "I would."
"I'd kill you."
".. Then who would you torment?"
A long sigh. "Alright, you can watch it, since you're so insistent!" Pietro flipped back to the channel showing Gundam Wing and Lance sat there, absorbed, for nearly an hour, as it happened to be the full version of Endless Waltz.
It was also an hour before Lance spoke again. ".. From now on, I'm only buying subtitled."
"Huh?"
"The American actors do *NOT* cut it."
Pietro sighed. ".. Why do you like that series anyways..?"
"'cause it's cool." Lance replied, as if stating the obvious.
"*WHY* is it cool, you dumbass?"
".. It just *IS*."
He sighed longer. "I don't get you."
"Change the channel.. Wait, no, I wanna see if Pokemon is actually *GOOD* in the Japanese version." A smirk. Pietro groaned, and did as told. But he only did it because he pitied the other boy.
Another thirty minutes.
"Dumbass American translators screw up just about everything, don't they? I see why the anime nerds keep on complaining about Dubs.." Lance sighed.
"Dubs..?"
".. When they have new voice actors and new script! Dragonball Z!" Lance yelled, and then laughed at the expression on the other boy's face.
Pietro shuddered. ".. Ew."
"Yep. You wonder why people prefer subtitled."
".. I bet that was even bad."
"True.. Too true." Lance shook his head ruefully.
Pietro sighed and then blinked. "Okay, how'd the hell we get on this subject?!"
"Oh.. I don't know.." Lance laid back on his bed, smirking.
"Sometimes, I really do hate you." Pietro stated, glaring.


Alicia and Alec were sobbing, clinging to Kurt as tightly as possible.
"Kurt-'Niichan! Wake up! Wake up!" Alec cried, having buried his face into the older boy's chest, muffling his sobs and his words.
"Kurt-'Niichan..! Say s-something! P-please.. These bad men are going to hurt us! We're too weak to teleport, wake up!" Alicia shook Kurt's shoulders, but the boy only let out a small unconscious moan in response. It was then that she saw the blood.
Alicia let out a whimper, reverting to Japanese without knowing. "{K-Kurt-'Niichan's too hurt! H-he's bleeding!}"
"{You.. You mean..?}" Alec looked up, tears trailing down his wet cheeks. "{H-he's not going to wake up and s.. save us again..?}"
Alicia noddedm, then burst into sobs, throwing herself onto Kurt's chest and shaking the boy roughly as she reverted back to english. "Please! K-Kurt-'Niichan! They're going to kill us!"
Failing to get a response out of the young man, Alicia just sobbed loudly, and her brother did the same.
"{Awww.. How cute.. The little hellspawns are crying!}" One man chortled.
The other laughed cruelly in response. "{.. Then let's put them out of their misery!}"
Both men carelessly strolled towards the three mutants, knowing that they were defenseless. The little ones would be so easy to launch over the ledge.. The eldest one would take both of them, but it would not take much to throw him over, either.. And they could watch from a safe distance as the lynch mob tore all three of them apart.
The twins sobbed in terror, clutching at Kurt's shirt and jacket as their bodies shook from fear. Only a few days ago, they had been in what seemed to be a safe haven and now.. They were too weak to run anymore and now they were going to die.
And there was nothing they could do to save themselves. Everything now relied solely on luck.
Alicia let out a shriek as she was torn from Kurt's motionless form, and kicked weakly at the man who held her in his arms. His tight grip caused pain to course through her body, and she let out a faint cry as her body weakened and refused to move. "{I-iie!}"
The man holding her laughed, smirking as he held the child around her waist. "{These kids are lighter than we thought. Should be easy to toss them over.}"
The other man nodded and reached for Alec..
.. Only to start choking as an invisible wire tightened around his throat and drew away his breath.
"{Nani??!}" The first shouted, still holding Alicia, and he swung around to see that his companion seemed to be choking to death from absolutely nothing.
Yohji nodded to the others, on top of a metal box, and flicked his wrist to pull his wire even tighter.
A snapping sound came from the man's neck and his limp body fell backwards off the side of the building.
"{Who.. Who are you?!}"
"{We are the ones that hunt the dark beasts of tomorrow!}" Aya replied simply, perfectly calm as he stepped out from behind the enterance to the building's staircase.
The man took a step back and pulled out his gun, pointing it at Alicia's head. "{Don't get another step near me or I'll shoot!}"
Aya froze and a small speck of uncertainty flashed in his eyes, as Alicia began to sob.
Just as a small bolt struck the man's hand and he screamed, dropping the gun involuntarily.
Realizing his mistake, he tried to quickly bend over to pick up his gun, eyes widening even more in panic..
.. Only to stare, dumbfounded, at the sword that had swiftly entered his stomach and come out his back.
"{Shi ne, kakon.}" Aya shoved his sword in the rest of the way and the man choked on his own blood as his body involuntarily spasmed in death.
He dropped green-furred child to the ground and collapsed as Aya withdrew his bloody sword.
Alicia stared, watching the growing pool of blood around the man. "{Iiie.. Iiie.. IIE!!!}" And then she started to scream.
Omi lowered his crossbow, watching Alicia with pain in his eyes. "{Aya-kun.. I thought we agreed that we would kill them without spilling their blood.}"
Flicking his sword, Aya rid it of the tainted blood, before slipping the weapon back into its shealth. "{I saw an opening and took it.}"
Ken jumped out from behind the box and ran over to Kurt's and Alec's side, kneeling by them quickly.. Looking them over, he met eyes with Alec, who had looked up to see what had happened.
"{Are.. Are you going to make Kurt-'Niichan better..?}" Alec asked, voice begging and tired.
Ken nodded silently, trying to get over the sight of the furry trio.. He had never met mutants that looked like them before. He needed some time to adjust.
Alec threw himself at Ken and clung to him. "{H-his head is hurt and bleeding! He might die! I.. I don't want him to die..!}" Then burst out into sobs.
So much for time to adjust. Ken sighed and patted Alec's back, watching as Omi picked up the other child, who had gone into some state of shock. The boy, holding the green fuzzball close, walked over to Ken's side. "{K-Ken-kun.. Can you hold her for a minute so I can bandage the eldest one..?}"
Ken nodded and took the girl into his arms as well, wrapping one arm around each twin. Alec blinked and looked up at his sister as she suddenly started to sob quietly, finally falling out of a state of shock and into a state of newfound terror.
"{Alicia-chan! What's wrong..?? Please don't cry anymore!}" Alec, not seeing the bleeding corpse because of Omi's strategically placed back, had no ability to know why his sister was crying.
She failed to respond and continued to sob softly. Aya glanced at the twins, and let his gaze soften for a moment before resuming his usual cold exterior.
Alec blinked, his eyes again welling up with tears, as he slipped his arms around his sister and pulled her close. "{.. Don't cry Alicia-chan.. I'll take care of you! A-and these men said they'll make Kurt-'Niichan better! So e-everything's going.. going to be alright!}"
The girl nodded weakly and clung to her brother, burying her face into his shoulder.
Ken sighed, looking down at the two children in his arms. -.. Where did you three come from?-
His question was left unanswered.


"Pietro~! Stop it dammit! I can't stand it when you purposely sing off-key!"
Pietro laughed, continuing to sing along, purposely off-key, to a Japanese music channel. Without knowing the songs. And without knowing a shread of Japanese. And cracking himself, which caused his singing to come in small snatches, before he started sniggering too fiercely. In other words, Lance had a good reason to be complaining.
"PIETRO!" Lance moaned loudly in annoyance. "Please, shut up!"
"'Please'? You actually used 'Please'? .. I'm flattered!" Pietro laughed again, and started to hum instead.
".. Not much better, but I think I can survive." Lance sighed, rubbing his temples.
Pietro frowned a bit, giving a small concerned glance to the other boy. ".. Headache?"
".. Yeah.. Ugh.. Damn!" Lance flopped down back onto his bed and pulled the pillow over his face. ".. Headaches suck..!"
Pietro sighed, pouting a bit. "Which means I can't annoy you with bad singing anymore..?"
"Yes, damnit, yes!" Lance replied, eagle-spread, with his voice muffled by the pillow.
".. Now what am I going to do for fun..?" Pietro asked, sighing and pouting more.
".. Fuck yourself..?" Lance offered.
".. Something *OTHER* than that!" Pietro stated hotly, blushing slightly.
".. And you're asking the guy with the headache because..?" Came the muffled answer.
Pietro smirked. "Because I can."
".. I *SWEAR* I'm going to kill you one of these days!" Lance growled, head still covered by the pillow.
"Aww... How cute..! Alvers thinks he can catch me! Too bad he can't!" Pietro jumped up and buzzed around the room a few times to prove it.
And promptly tripped over Lance's outstretched leg the forth or fifth time around, and somehow managed to sprawl onto Lance's bed.
Lance, despite his headache, burst out laughing, pressing the pillow closer to hide his loud outburst.
PIetro growled and wacked Lance's shoulder with a fist. "Shut up, you!"
The boy looked out from under the pillow, smirking and quite obviously amused. ".. I can't catch you, except when I do that!"
"Grr." The white-haired boy glared.
".. Hey now, *I'M* the one with the headache." Lance smirked, replacing the pillow over his head. "And you could make it worse if you bother me."
"And then you'd bitch." Pietro stated.
"And then I'd bitch." Lance stated at the exact moment.
"And I would have to listen to it."
"And you would have to listen to-- Damnit, stop taking my lines!" Lance growled.
Pietro smirked. "Aww.. Poor baby!"
".. And then I'd kill you and rip out your heart!" Lance threatened.
Quicksilver gave a small laugh. "I don't have one."
"Oh hell yeah you do! And I'd rip it out." Lance appeared thoughtful for a moment. "... Then feed it to Freddy."
Pietro looked horrified. "No! You can rip my heart out, but you can't feed it to Freddy!"
".. Then stopped bothering me." Lance groaned.
"No."
".. Please?" Lance whimpered.
"No, I'm evil." Pietro laughed, beaming. "Alright, you *STILL* have that headache?"
"Nope. Which is bad for you, because..." Lance quickly pinned Pietro onto the bed. "I'm going to do something evil to you!"
".. Ah!" Pietro struggled and pouted when he found out that he couldn't get free. "Not fair.."
"You were annoying me."
"SO?"
Lance smirked and was about ready to answer when he covered Pietro's mouth, and cocked his head to the side after hearing a loud slamming of a door. "... Shh.. Listen."
A loud, wailing scream of a young woman came from downstairs and Lance paled, slowly taking his hand off of Pietro's mouth. ".. What the..?"
Pietro froze in mid-struggle, as it became deathly silent again.. "... That's.. That's n-not good..!"
Lance nodded, and whispered, while getting off of Pietro and helping the boy sit up.. "We.. We need to get out of here."
Then chaos erupted on the floor below as everyone started to scream.
And two unmistakeable sounds was heard. Two sounds that they never expected to be heard on this trip. Both too terrifying for this sort of 'errand'.. But neither of those facts disconcerned the fact that they were really hearing it and that those sounds were only one floor beneath them..
"O-Oh God.." Pietro whimpered, both teenagers finding themselves unable to move.
Machine-gun fire.
And the sound of bullets sinking into flesh.
.. Then a third sound came.
The sound of bodies falling dead to the floor.
That's when they both began to scream, clinging to each other like scared little children. Which was precisely what they were.
Lance was the first to regain his composure and shook Pietro harshly to make him stop screaming. "Pietro! Stop it! We're not going to get out of here by screaming! They'll be able to find us if we do!"
Even as he said this, more people fell dead, thudding to the ground in lifeless heaps.
Pietro sobbed and pressed his palms against his ears, trying to block out the noise.
"Pietro, c'mon!" Lance tugged on the smaller boy's arm. "I need your help if we're going to get out of here alive..!"
Pietro laughed weakly. "You.. You don't get it.. Do you..?"
"G-get what..?"
He looked up at Lance, eyes wide and frightened. "I can't outrun t-that many... people with machine g.. guns.."
Lance sighed. "Who says we're going to outrun them? I just need some help in getting to that roof over there..!" He pointed out the window. "I can't jump that far, but with your speed, you should be able to jump all the way over there with both of us, no sweat."
Pietro looked over to the nearby roof and judged the distance, before nodding weakly. "Y-yeah.. But we gotta get up to the roof of the hotel first!"
"There's a ladder by our balconey, I think.. We could climb up that!" Lance pointed out, thinking fast as the sounds of gun fire came closer to their small sanctuary.
Pietro nodded quickly, grabbing Lance by the waist and speading to the balconey door with both of them. It slowed him down a bit, but he was NOT going to leave Lance a few steps behind him. He would rather be shot than having to see Lance get shot instead.
Lance's small shout of surprise was torn out of his mouth as Pietro sped through the room and opened the door before speading up the ladder. He was able, however, to get his arms firmly around the other boy's neck. Lance never knew Pietro could use his powers in such a way.. He was basically running vertically up the wall!
The surprised boy staggered and fell to his knees as Pietro let him go when they reached the top. "D-damn.. Warn me next time..!" He shot to Pietro weakly.
Pietro shrugged. "Never tried running with two people before.. So I really didn't even know if I could do it."
Lance stood up, looking over the edge, and then nearly lost his balance as he heard a scream and gun fire from a room under them.
"Shit! They're nearly up here already?!" Lance backed away from the edge, turning frantically behind him to look at Pietro.
He let out a scream after he turned and found a gun pointed at his forehead.
The man holding the pistol looked resolute. "You, and your little companion are coming with us."
Lance opened his mouth to retort, only pale and realize that he had no choice. Up on the top story, there was nothing he could break loose with his powers. The only thing his powers could cause would be there own deaths, when the building was shook to the ground.
".. Did you hear me? Hands up in the air!" The man shouted.
"L-Lance! Do it! T-they-- MMPH!" Pietro cried, before his mouth was covered again. He was being held by a tall, orange-haired man, whom had taken the boy by surprise. The man had an arm firmly wrapped around Pietro's upper arms, pinning them uselessly to Quicksilver's sides while his other hand covered Pietro's mouth. Pietro struggled useless and kicked, but could not free himself, causing the man holding him to smirk.
"{Now now, little Quicksilver.. We can't allow you to inform your friend about who we are.. Can't have him run off and ruin the surprise we've set for your father, now can we?}" He asked, but Pietro only struggled and let out a muffled scream in reply.
Lance shakingly complied, staring at the gun-wielder in fear. His cold blue eyes that shown behind his glasses showed that he would shoot him if he did not cooperate, and that he was not afraid to kill the boy.
There was a loud curse in German from the man holding Pietro, before he spoke vehemently in Japanese. "{Damnit! He's biting me, Brad and I we're not allowed to kill him!}"
"{Schuldich! Can't you solve anything by yourself??}" The gunbearer rolled his eyes at his companion and fluidly twisted Lance's arm behind his back, making the boy turn so the gun was firmly planted at the back of his head. He spoke in English, slowly, making sure that every word was understood. "If you do not cease your struggling immediately, then I shall be forced to shoot your friend, Lance Alvers. You see, we only need you, Pietro Maximoff. He's just an extra and is expendable at any moment."
Lance's eyes went wide as he heard the gun being cocked.. He was expendable..? It was not as if it surprised him.. He had actually gotten used to considering himself expendable, especially after the pitiful treatment each of his foster parents had given him, but to be called 'expendable' with a gun trained at his head.. He found himself terrified.
Luckily, though, Pietro instantly stopped struggling, staying perfectly and unnaturally quiet and still for someone that was always running around and talking.
Schuldich laughed, fingering one of Pietro's long bangs as he uncovered the boy's mouth. Pietro knew better than to scream, with Lance's life on the line.. How convenient it became for them to have the other boy present. Pietro would obey their every command. It made what could have been a difficult mission easy and simple.
Pietro tried to pull his head away from the man, and Schuldich only laughed more. Even despite that, Pietro's eyes never left Lance's.
'I'm sorry,' Pietro mouthed, eyes brimming with tears. He knew that the possibility of Lance surviving being their hostage was next to none.
Brad Crawford smirked as Pietro mouthed those words to the other boy, and let Pietro watch in horror as Crawford lifted his gun into the air to bring it down onto Lance's head.
"L-Lance, watch out-!" Pietro screamed, struggling against Schuldich again.
Avalanche turned his head to give a half-way glance at his captor and then let out a cry of pain as the butt-end of the gun slammed into his head. Brad let go of the boy and let Lance's unconscious form fall to the concrete roof.
"LANCE! LANCE!" Pietro started to struggle wildly, fighting to get to Lance and see if he was alright.
Brad lowered his gun and fired.
Pietro's screamed stopped abruptly, and he froze. It was a full minute before his mind could register the bullet merely an inch from Lance's head that was embedded in the concrete.
Brad looked at the boy evenly. "That was a warning. Behave, and your friend shall live.. Misbehave and.."
He shot to the other side of Lance's head, again only an inch from actually striking a killing blow.
".. He'll die. But it won't be quick and painless. It will be long and drawn out. Have we reached an understanding?"
Pietro swallowed, mouth dry and nodded weakly.
"Good. Schuldich."
The man smiled and took a cloth out of his pocket, covering Pietro's mouth and nose. ~.. Now just breathe in, and we won't have to hurt your friend.~
Quicksilver's eyes widened in disbelief at the voice in his head, but he did as told even though he knew what would happen, fearing for Lance's safety. Everything began to swim before him and he felt himself falling against Schuldich as the world began to grow narrow and darker..
He forced himself to focus everything he had left on the boy laying unconscious on the ground, as he started to fall even with Schuldich supporting him. His eyesight narrowed even more until he could only see Lance.
"L-lance.." Pietro sobbed weakly. "Don't.. Don't kill him.."
And with that, he pitched forth into darkness and was taken away to the world of nightmares.

End of chapter 3.

Woo! It's done! Yahoo! .. And yet again, I love the last scene best.. Well, the last scene with Kurt and the last scene with Pietro and Lance, actually.. So much evil! *Eyes Sparkle* MWHAHAHA! I've had too much fun with this fanfic. =) Revel in the evil of it all! Mwhahaha!