Disclaimer: YES! THEY ARE MINE. ALL MINE!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!... ._. Ah, who the heck am I kidding? But I must say, this is the first story I'm figuratively blazing through.

Am I the only one who thought that 'Sock' song thing for the comercials on KidsWB was fracking hilarious?

/And/, for the record, Bobby and Berzerker are roommates, not lovers. X_o; As for Kurt and Rogue's accents, s'all annoying. ;^_^; Besides! You can just insert them yourselves as you read along!

Did I mention I hate Tabby? I'm also aware that Warren turns blue during the Apocalypse reign thing. I'm just primping it up. ^_@V Besides, this is my story and I want him blue, dammit! ^^;


It was back. The angel-shaped cloud with the sun peeking out at the perfect angle hung nearly in the same place it had last time. It also seemed closer to him this time, like it also wanted to be just that.

He giggled. Since when did a cloud want to be close to a human boy? Clouds belonged in the sky, where they could fly. Or cry the rain drops. Or be nice and hide the sun for a few brief moments. They're like passing acquaintants, friends you meet and who you can talk to (after your convinced that you just aren't talking to yourself) without having to be afraid of spilt secrets.

But a small rumble in the distance took his eyes away from the sky and to his left. He squinted, but could just make out a small dark patch on the horizon. It didn't seem like a threat... or even a bad thing.

But when did black holes have red eyes...?


The automatic alarm went off through out the P.A. system, waking up the mass of students in the dorms. John's hand automatically reached out to slap the clock on the night stand between the bed, but the sound didn't stop when it hit the floor and bounced almost to the door. Seconts later, it stopped and St. John wearily opened his eyes to face the new day.

The bed beside him was empty, but John didn't notice until he was well stretched out and calling out for him to 'get his lazy arse out of bed'. But when no answer came, not even a groan, John did a double take.

With a tossed about bed, John wanted to assume the poor boy got up early, but there was a feeling in his gut that just screamed something was wrong. And the proof was in Warren's closet.

Or ex-closet, as the case turned out.

John surpressed a shout of dismay. The large cubbard was bare of any belongings. Heck, even that horrid sweater John gave Warren for Easter was gone! And John didn't know whether to laugh or cry..

Where the /hell/ did you go, Warren?! Slamming the double doors closed, the pyro-artist looked around frantically, for anything that might have explained the sudden departure. Nothing under the bed, among the covers. Of course, he slapped his forehead for his stupidity when he spotted the note tucked partially beneath the small lamp on the table.

John hastily grabbed it and unfolded it, praying for something that wasn't a ransom note. It wasn't.

Dear John,

You're probably panicking right now. If not, then Dean Marter has most likely filled you in. In the likelyhood that he hasn't talked to you yet, this is what you need to know.

I have decided to join Xavier's school after all. Yes, it was sudden, but I frankly didn't have a choice. Last night (or, if you don't discover this letter right away, the night I vanished), something happened. I couldn't sleep. And you're snoring didn't help at all. God awful noise, Pyro. But. I found out why my skin was turning grey. It /wasn't/ turning grey.

I am now a six foot bluejay.

"Bluejay?" John gave the letter a twisted stare of disbelief.

Marter doesn't know that part. In the middle of the night, I called the Professor. No, he wasn't mad at me, if that's what you're thinking. He's here as I write with that guy from before. Logan's helping me get my stuff out while the Professor says he's going to alter some of Marter's memories to think that I, indeed, had decided to leave the school and left the same night.

Well, it's just about time to go. It's almost 6 am and, as you know, wake-up time starts in an hour. Oh, and here's the address, if you decide you want to put your writing skills to better use than your short stories.

Warren

P.S. Too bad you weren't awake. You just might have enjoyed that kiss to the cheek otherwise.

The address was written below that, but John, quite frankly, just didn't care. He felt like bawling rivers of saltwater instead.

Maybe he's teasing me. Yeah, teasing... God dammit, I missed it!! What a low down bloody prick! Four years to get the straight man to give me one little peck on the cheek and I'm not even conscious! He pouted. That's low, dammit.

However, he couldn't afford to dwell over it anymore. Breakfast was in 15 minutes and the last thing he need to be was late.


"I bet you anything Logan's going to up our training."

"Just because he didn't call us out for today's pre-breakfast session?"

"Well, why not? He wasn't even at breakfast. I'll bet he's setting up the program right now."

Brez shook his head with an unconvinced sigh. "You're only being paranoid. He probably had too much to drink last night with Storm and had a hangover in the morning."

Bobby gave the blonde a dirty, incrudulous look. "And Miss Munroe, if you noted, was perfectly fine when I saw her. It was the Professor who was missing too."

"Oh please," added Roberto, with a roll of his eyes. "Are you implying that Logan is seeing Professor X and not Storm? I wanna know what you're smoking, Bob."

"I'm not implying," said the icemaker, grinning. "I'm insinuating." "Same thing. Anyway, I'll check you guy later at photography class."

Roberto departed with a wave, leaving both Bobby and Berzerker to the crowded hallways. They were beginning to thin, however, as the homeroom bell drew closer to ringing. Brez leaned up against the lockers as Bobby opened his own. "What were you dreaming about last night?"

Bobby gave the taller boy a peculiar look. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you had this huge smile on your face. Pretty hard to miss, I'd say. And considering you've done the same thing for four nights in a row, I'm going to go out on a limb and say it's been repetitive."

"Now how would you know," said the brunette, "that I was smiling for not only last night, but for /four/ other nights as well?"

Brez grinned mischievously. "I like watching you when you sleep."

"Kya!" Bobby waved his arms about, narrowing avoiding collisions with other people. "Youcan'tdothosekindsofthings!! That's..! That's...! Stalking! Stalkingisillegalespeciallywhenit'syourroommate!"

The dual-hued blonde laughed and waved a hand in dismissal. "You can dish it out, but you can't take it. I like reading my book late at night. I wouldn't have bothered with you, but you were babbling in your sleep. /Happily/, might I add, and it's kind of hard to ignore. Now, for compensation, you're going to tell me what it was all about."

The boy made a face, looking reluctant. "It's just... bizarre. Just lots of clouds and one that looks some sort of blue-skinned angel. Now," he said, grabbing his books and quickly changing the subject, "let's go before you start asking about the time I dreamed about me, Amara, and Jubilee sharing drinks in a hottub."

All Brez did was snicker.


School started and ended like it normally did. Some stayed after for detention, a few stayed for studies, help, or such activities like football or band. Most went back home, though.

Warren, on the other hand, just watched as the mutants came home from his room above. They had arrived back at the compound around 8:30 am, with him ready to accept what enrolling in the Institute aslo meant..

He hadn't seen much of what the lower levels looked like, but the brief glimpses he got amazed him. So much high tech equipment.. It reminded him of his father's company. Although a tour could wait until Warren caught up on his few missed hours of sleep (he should have slept on the ride back, but the whole flying at high speeds thing was a real eye opener), he did get a few directions as the Professor showed him to a room he would call his own... until the day came when another male joined the Institute.

He had thanked Professor X, listened to him about getting a something or other, and, well, fell asleep upon hitting the mattress. When he woke up a few hours later, Warren found his stuff next to the door and decided to leave that until he was really settled in.

The blonde could have easily gotten lost as he wandered around the levels. Lucky for him, he bumped into another one of the residents who introduced herself as Ororo Munroe. She was pretty, in his opinion, and really nice. She had led him to the kitchen to fix himself something to eat and helped him learn his way around.

Ororo also took the time to introduce him to Henry McCoy. Now, it was one thing to be blue. It was another to be blue and furry. Hank had commented on finding another kindred soul to relate to. Warren asked about the 'another' part, but all Hank did was smile mysteriously.

And now, he just waited and observed from his bedroom window. There seemed to be about ten or twelve who walked through that door and mused about how he'd be accepted. The blue part wasn't a problem if Beast was well liked, but... none of the kids he saw had any physical disorientation that he could see.

As Warren wondered just how he was going to introduce himself to the group, there was a knock on the door. With a rustle of feathers, the youth got up to answer it. "Professor?"

He widened the door to let the elder inside and Xavier greeted him. "I hope you enjoyed your rest?"

"Yes, I did."

"Good. ...I want to give you this." The Professor held up a watch-like device and offered it to him. "It's an image inducer. One of our other students wears an identical one."

Warren looked down at the small machine and blinked. He had an idea of what it did, given by it's name, but... "What does it do, exactly?"

Xavier touched his fingertips together in a thoughtful manner. "It'll cover a hologram over your physique to make you look like you once were. However, I may suggest that you tuck the wings in tightly. The hologram doesn't extend far."

Warren stared hard at it, surprised how a small thing like that could do something so important. But his focus went from the watch to the blue background it had: his skin. It have been little over twelve hours since they sickly grey turned into the blue shading and, disturbingly, he had become accustomed to it, like it was as natural as night and day. "Thank you, sir."

"You are very welcome." He smiled like a father would. "As I've said before, I'm sorry you had to pull yourself out of school like that; a transformation like this was truly unexpected. And we'll contact your parents tomorrow on Saturday to explain to them what happened also." He turned to leave when Warren nodded his consent, but then stopped in the doorway. "Dinner is at seven. You can stay here until then, if you like, or you can go introduce yourself to the students now."

Warren shied back a little and shook his head. "I'd like to wait until dinner, if that's alright."

The Professor nodded. "I said it was. And again, I'm glad you've come here." And then he left, closing the door behind him.

Warren listened as the motorized sound of the wheels faded into noisy silence before slipping the band across his wrist. It seemed simple enough, with digital numbers for the time. There was only one button, though. A curious button. He wandered over to the mirror on the bureau and looked at himself. Warren frowned. He used to have a pale peachy cream for a color-tone. It was intriguing to know if the hologram would give him just that...

One press of the button gave him the answer...


The Rec room was filled with the bustle of chatter. Normally, the day would have been spent outside, but the November weather had settled in comfortably. So, the TV was on Cartoon Network, books were being cracked, and the hacky sack was getting a good workout.

"I think the Professor's investigating Magneto's whereabouts and is using Logan as a bloodhound." Knee, foot, inside foot, pass.

"I think we're getting some new recruits." Outside foot, inside foot. "You can never have enough super heroes." Toe, knee, miss.

"Well, I'm still plagued with really bad images. Thanks, ice shavings."

From the couch, a grin and a wave. "No sweat, hot stuff."

Toe roll, lift and kick. "Ew, you mean.... I can't see that happening ever. No offense, but talking about adult love lives creeps me out." Outside foot, pass. "Wow! I'm getting better."

Smile. Knee. Stall. "Yeah, you are, Kitty. Not bad." Rainbow. Heel. Pass.

Kitty just bounced excitedly as Spyke passed the footbag to Sam. Even small things were important.. until such small victories turn into disasters as Sam overshot Brez and nearly hit a table lamp across the room. The force-empowered mutant grimaced at the close call. "Oops."

Robby shrugged. "And to think, if you just two more degrees closer to the circle, you would've hit it."

Sam made a face and went to fetch it. As he did, the others took a minute break. Jubilee snapped her gum impatiently. "I still think it has to do with Magneto. The man sounds like he could survive anything."

"It's been a year since Asteroid M, though," Evan countered. "Why bother now? Especially if it's quiet."

"I don't see what the big problem is," said Kurt, from one of the recliners, a book in his lap. "So we weren't called out for a session. You guys are making too big of a deal out of it. Sometimes, you just really to sleep."

"And... that's true too." Evan scratched the back of his head. "Maybe they'll tell us tonight. You know, so that we don't worry?"

The rest of the circle gave a chorus of maybe's, nods, and general agreements.


"Come on, Rogue! It's almost time for dinner."

"I'm coming!" Rogue tried her best to feel impatient at her roommate, but her heart just wasn't in it, despite the fact that the King of the Wind was a book that deserved to be read with respect and not rushed. It may have been about how the breed of Thoroughbred horses came about, but not even the Morgan breed had this much of a back story.

The force-stealer didn't know whether to hurt Kitty or thank her for letting her borrow the book.

But, she reluctantly put the bookmark in the page and set it down on her bed. Most of the others were probably already at the table, but it wouldn't have been the first time she was a few minutes late.

The hallways were empty, all sound a mere echo in the distance, conducted by the shallow walls. It added a really eerie factor to the place when life wasn't around to keep it like so. But, it was home.. Two years. Man, it's seemed like forever.

She wasn't expecting the door on her right to open suddenly, however, and both Rogue and the person felt like jumping out of their skins. The woman jumped, instead, into a defensive stance while the unidentified person slammed the door closed.

Funny... I thought that room was unoccupied. And we've had plenty of burglar attempts, but none ever got in. So, what's the deal? "Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you. ...Are you new?"

The door cracked open slightly, and a blue eyes, framed with blonde hair and fair skin peaked out. "I'll open this door only when you drop out of commando mode."

She relaxed. "Fair enough." The door opened and she eyed the man curiously. "You don't look like a burglar."

The stranger gave a weak laugh. "When does a thief wear white or jeans on a heist?"

That was true enough. "So you're new, right?"

He nodded and extended his hand. "Yeah. I'm Warren."

She accepted the gesture with a firm grip. "They call me Rogue."

Warren smiled. "Well, I can't say that's unusual. Very original, in fact. ..So, um," he pointed down the hallway, "dinner, right?"

"That's right," she admitted with a nod. "Want me to help you find it?"

Warren exhaled a mighty, if not a little exaggerated, sigh of relief, mingled with a light laugh. "Please. I may have gotten shown around a bit by Miss Munroe, but that still doesn't help me when it comes to being on my own."

Rogue gave a sympathetic smile. "I know how you feel. Come on, I'll show you."

Like the gentleman he was, Warren offered his arm. When he got a weird look, he just shrugged. "Dad always told me to be polite and generous to all women, especially if they are kind enough to show you around a big, mazey mansion."

Rogue chuckled quietly, looping her arm through his, albeit a bit hesitantly. "Fine, but any funny business and you'll be temporarily comatosed, I promise."

"Scout's honor."

They strolled down the hallway in silence. Until, that is, they reached the overlook to the floor below. Rogue cleared her throat as they decended down the grand stairway. "You know what kind of school this is, right?"

"Well," he mused thoughtly, "unless the Professor's been lying to me about this being a school for mutants, then yes, I do."

Rogue tilted her head to the side. "Then may I ask what kind of power you got?.. If you have one at all, I mean."

Warren smiled sadly. "It's not exactly a power, per se. I'll show you later."

"I'm holding you to that."

"Gladly. ...But what about you? What were you bestowed with?"

"Well..." She pursed her lips together. "It's sort of complicated. I can't have skin-to-skin contact with anyone. If I do, that person will not only be drained of their energy, but if it's a mutant... I end up 'borrowing' their abilities."

Warren stopped in mid-step, looking rather alarmed. "That... Wow... Any skin contact between you and another person?"

When Rogue nodded mutely, Warren calmed down with a sigh. "I'm sorry. That startled me a bit." He made sure the girl's arm was still in his before beginning their trek down the stairs again. "It must be difficult, living like that."

"I get by. Don't you worry though," she said with a reassuring look. "If I could absorb powers through the mesh of my shirt, we wouldn't have gotten this far, let alone away from your room."

Warren chuckled. "I'll take your word for it."

And they were silent once more. The trip from the stairs to the dinning area wasn't too long. The quiet may have lasted between them, but it gradually began to slink away in general as the destination became closer. It was an indistinct blend of voices, with no conversation rising above another. Not too loud either. But, it was nothing that needed getting used to.

Inside was not too chaotic; in fact, it bordered on stable. But, then again, half of the seats were empty and various people were going back and forth with plates of food. Dinner must've been running late.

Warren recognized most of them from his window gazing, but he didn't recognize two of the people talking animately with the Profressor... or the smaller blue fuzzy creature that was lounging in his chair like a cat. Maybe that's what Mr. McCoy meant by 'another' kindred spirit. There's another blue person here.

"Come on, I'm sure the Prof would like to introduce you as soon as it settles down." Rogue led him by the gloved hand; Warren let himself be guided and tried not to make too much eye-contact with the others who were seated. It didn't matter though. He could feel the eyes of the few people who weren't busy enough to notice him. But.. Warren barely supressed a groan. Logan was also sitting close to Xavier.

It wasn't like he didn't like Logan. But Warren was convinced that the wild man would never let him escape the trap that was known as molting.

At their approach, the Professor raised a hand to halt the brunette's speech and motioned to the pair. "Good evening, you two. I see you've met one of the students here, Warren."

"Yeah," he said, the hologram skin copying the real blush on his face. "Rogue was kind enough to help me find my way here.. again."

"It was nothing, really," said Rogue.

Professor X nodded. "Well, I'm very grateful. ...Oh, Warren, this is Scott Summers and Jean Grey, our two senior members. Jean, Scott, this is Warren Worthington."

Jean held out her hand and Warren took it, both with quiet greetings. Scott, on the other hand, had a question as they shook. "You wouldn't happen to be related to Warren Worthington Jr. of Worthington Industries, would you?"

"Well," murmured Warren. "I'm impressed. This just means I need to change my name. Um, yes, actually. I'm his son. I have the roman numeral three tacked onto my name, but I'm not too crazy about it."

"Not too crazy about these either, are you?" piped up a new, yet very familiar voice. Logan peered at him from the corner of a single, cracked-open eye. And in his hand, twirling like a sky dancer, was another white feather.

Warren blanched and snatched it out of the large hand, holding it protectively against him. "You're trying to tell me something, aren't you??"

"Yeah, don't sneeze. You might send the whole load of them flying everywhere." Logan smirked casually, as Warren flustered and stuttered and the three other students looked confused.

Professor X remained passive and indifferent, but calmly so. "Warren, if you like, you can sit next to Ororo. Two seats down from Logan."

Warren nodded with a "Yes sir" and wandered over to the chair he was given for the night. Across from him was a girl in pigtails, playing a handheld game system... Ooo, Gameboy Color. The sound was turned down and probably wasn't a constant eyesight game, since she spent more time trying to sneak glances at her new table mate than at the actual game. Warren thought it was somewhat flattering, being more interesting that a video game.

More and more people started staying as the table was nearly covered. Pasta, chicken breasts, fruit and vegetable salads, fruit in whole.. It made one wonder who had time to make a meal for so many people.

Eventually, though, everything settled down. Most of the chairs were filled and there were arguments about some things, like who's turn it was to get the drum stick. Of course, that's solved by Logan being able to snatch it out from under them. The other was stolen by the talking, blue cat by means of... bamfing. The smoke-and-mirrors version of teleporting was neat, but Warren pondered over the possibility of having a power that doesn't smoke.

The kid beside him wasn't joining any of the conversations, just slurping his soup. But, you could just tell... the gears in his head were turning. Warren didn't say anything, but ate a forkful of baked potato as the small brunette snuck a pea off of his plate. His eyes were on an older boy with shaggy blonde hair and a slight southern accent, a little less that Rogue's was.

A quick movement and the pea went sailing through the air and hit the the other boy square in the cheekbone. The kid went back to his innocent slurping as the shaggy blonde looked around, like he knew who it was, but just couldn't find the culprit. Those who were talking to him giggled. But...

"Jamie."

The kid looked up at the other boy looked accusingly at him, rolling the pea between his fingers. "Fess up, Mr. Xerox."

Jamie shrugged, and went about nipping at his roll. "Didn't do it."

"Aha." He pointed at Jamie, but didn't follow up. Once Jamie looked away though, the blonde threw it back at him. All Jamie did was smile. The blonde also smiled and went back to his meal.

"That's Sam Guthrie. He's alright. Likes jokes, but not when they're on him."

Warren turned back to Jamie and the latter stabbed his carrots before waving them about as he talked. "I'm Jamie Madrox."

"Warren."

Jamie eyed him- What am I? Meat?- and offered a quiet laugh. "You're cool, I guess. Where're you from?"

"Originally, Long Island. But," he said, "my parents moved me to California until I graduate."

"Sun, waves, and tanlines?"

Warren laughed and shook his head. "More like sun, walls, and dormitories. I was transfered from a boarding school this morning."

Jamie nodded. "So you don't have much to get used to around here then."

"Well, it's a change, but I don't have to get used to whatever insanity there is here. My roommate always kept me moving."

"Ah." Jamie grinned. "So what power do you have?"

"Ummm--"

But even that answer was cut off as /another/ person literally rolled in, grabbed a spare platter, and started picking various things from the bowls in huge portions. As he made his rounds, the air was filled with excuse me's, hey's, pardon me's and so on. As he made his way around the head of the table, he apologized to the Professor and explained hasily that it was for Hank. "He's not exactly coming out, and asked me to fetch him his dinner, so here I am."

"It's quite alright, Robert," said the Professor, watching the depletion of macaroni. "But you know there's no skating in the house."

"I know, I know," said the teen, stabbing a few slices of turkey, "but my lunch was swiped and I didn't have any money to buy any and the guys didn't share anything they had because they threw my "hang on to your lunch" right back at me and I'm hungry and I'd really, really like to eat because Ororo shooed me out of the kitchen because she said we had a guest and this is really embarassing and I have learned my lesson so please?" He stopped in his rant to bat his eyelashes.

Warren blinked at him in bewilderment as Professor X gave his reluctant consent, while Scott (as we know, is in constant leader mode) did his shade-glare at the tactless mutant and everyone else just tried to keep out of Bobby's way.

Bobby made his way over to Jamie and snatched part of the contents of the bread basket infront of him. "Hey, James, pea-shooting yet?"

Jamie nodded with a shark grin. "Pelted Sem."

"That's my multi-self partner." With a playful swat, Bobby hit Jamie on the shoulder. There was a brief flash and a thud on the ground and, to Warren's absolute surprise, another Jamie popped up and glared. "That wasn't very nice."

But then, the twin vanished and the original Jamie sighed. "What he said."

Bobby grinned and skated out of the room, hurrying to deliver Hank's dinner and get back himself for his own. As soon as he disappeared, Professor X sent a mental wave of attention towards his students and instructors. The conversing stopped nearly in midair and all heads turned to the Professor.

Charles pressed his fingertips together, putting his thoughts into physical words. "If you may or may not have noticed, we have a new arrival. He would have joined us later next year, but due to an unlikely circumstance, we took him in early." He gestured to Warren, who tried his best not to blush. "This is Warren Worthington. Could you stand up, please?"

Spotlight equaled embarrassing, in his mind. Alas, he did as he was told and stood, giving the occupants he didn't know a tiny, impish wave in their direction.

"And, the inducer?"

Warren shrugged a shoulder and tapped the button, but kept his eyes on his hand as the the vanishing image took away what he was used to for seventeen years, only to be replaced with a hue he hand't even possessed for 24 hours. With that out of the way, he quickly unbuckled the belt that helped kept his wings tucked against him. As they unfurled, silverware literally hit the chinaware.

But then, out of the blue (quite literally meant), came, "Blue people are gonna rule the world!"

All eyes swivelled over to the talking blue cat thing, who was totally chair surfing over a simple thing like color.

Then again... he was probably right.

"Kurt! Not at the table." Rogue and another girl pulled the boy back into his seat, but you could tell he was brimming with excitement. Yes, and now that the distraction was over, the stares were back on him. Warren felt like groaning in defeat.

St. John had sorta been like this too, the first few days, but the fascination changed to idle obsession. He liked keeping the feathers in perfect working order, which meant lots of finger-combing for the pyrotechnic. It was John's excuse for being able to touch them.

It was one thing to yearn for wings and a very different story to actually have them. And they weren't all that they were cracked up to be, not when you were on the ground anyway.

"Can you actually fly?" That came from the pig-tailed girl. It was an honest question, and in all, a very good one. They could have gotten the idea that the wings were practically decorations and no real use. Besides, look at the ostrich. It's huge and can't fly. It could've been his case.

"I can, actually. My whole body is designed for flight, including a hollow skeleton. I'm just like a bird... except human."

They still stared. Warren surmised it would be a long weekend.


"Hey, Henry?"

"Yesh?" It was said around a mouthful of chicken.

Bobby quickly finished calculating the equation on the blackboard; it was the last thing he needed to complete before going back upstairs. "There /is/ a guest here, right?"

Beast swallowed, making a loud rumbling sound. "That's correct."

"Well, I didn't see anyone different up there." The icemaker stole a forkful of mashed potato from the platter. "But then again, I was in a rush. Is this person a visitor or a new student."

"He's a student. And stay away from my food." Henry swatted at him with a large paw, purposingly missing, but it kept the adolesent at bay.

Bobby shot the Beast a grin and doodled in the corner of the board. "Met him?"

"Yes. Quite intellectual. /You/ could probably learn from him."

"Hah. No one can teach the Iceman anything."

Hank eyed his companion. "No wonder you've got horrible grades."

Bobby looks over his shoulder and glared. "Cheap shot."

"Oh ho. Anyway. He seems alright. No power-force mutation that we know of, unlike you and Scott and nearly everyone else on the grounds. He weights a few pounds lighter than normal due to hollow bones--"

"So what does he have?"

Beast shrugged, picking around the salad bits. "Not much, but simply fascinating. His skin's pigment mutated to blue last night and apparently has had white raptor-bird wings growing out of his back since puberty."

"Well, that's cool. So he's like--" ... A blue-skinned bird?.. Wait, that can't be possible. "...Does he look like an angel?"

"If you preceive them to look like tall, handsome men with light-colored hair and very large wings, then yes, I'd say so..." Beast frowned. "Are you alright, Robert? You look like you've seen you're own ghost."

"I.." He was squeaking. "I'm fine." Bobby plastered on a huge (and very fake) grin. "I'm going to stay down here and bother you some more, if that's okay."

"Well, if you're so intent on doing so.." The blue creature reached over to his desk and pulled at some loose papers. He handed them, along with the fork he snatched, to Bobby. "..you can solve those problems then."

Bobby obliged with a sour face... and stole the last bit of meat out from the plate.

Least to say, Hank was upset.


Ooo, yay, couples have been decided. o.O After much, much interogation, they are: ... I'm not telling. :B Sorry Shindo, you'll just have to find out. ^_^ But heck, I may not even get to the ones put down (x.9 considering I matched everyone with /someone/, which is /wrong/), because it's hard to control a large amount of people at one time.

And to really make a couple work, you'd have to spend individual amount of time with each person and pairing. Besides, in the real world, people don't pair up in the forementioned manner, because not everyone works well with the other leftovers.

And I feel like I'm describing a Mary Sue instead of a cannon character. .@ I feel dirty! I must be washed in the pureness that is CANNON!

What else... oh yeah! This is my longest chapter of anything I've ever written before. You have been honored and blessed and bored to death, because it stinks in some points. T_;

Yes, this is my space for blabbering. =p Get your own, like the review box!