Disclaimer: Still own squat but Viktoria Cole, and the poor excuse for a
plot.
A/N: Sorry about taking so long to update, school's been bogging me down, and my creative juices haven't been able to flow so easily. Next chapter should be up a bit sooner. Please review if you feel so inclined. Thanks! Oh, and a special THANK YOU to Peaceful Nightmares. (Go read Ghost's Story, it's great!)
Chapter 9- Prank War
"This ought to do it..."
Bobby pulled at the fishing line, making it taut across the entrance of the doorway. "They think they got me real good," he mumbled to nobody but himself. "Ha! This'll show 'em who the prank King of all time is. It's impossible to get away with pranking me." Flipping the small red switch, he tied the alarm to the end of the fishing line, then taped it to the side paneling of the doorframe. "Just a little more tape and-"
"Whatcha doin'?"
Bobby turned around quickly, startling Kitty. "Oh um. Hi Kitty. Doing? Nothing." Bobby gave her a significant look, hoping she would get the clue that this was something she didn't need to know about. Ever.
"It doesn't look like nothing. It looks like something." Kitty eyed the wires and switches taped to the doorway warily. "A big nasty something."
"Yeah, well. It's just a little payback, okay? Now shoo."
"Shoo? Shoo yourself, Bobby." Kitty crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. "Isn't this Viktoria's door? What are you doing? What do you mean, payback? Bobby-"
"Shut up, Kitty. She's in there. She'll hear you." Bobby flipped the last switch, the one that would allow the mixture of honey and confetti to fall on whomever, hopefully Viktoria, happened to step out of her room first.
"What did she do to you?" Kitty squatted down next to Bobby on the hallway floor. Bobby shrugged. "Her and Remy. They made this- this image of a girl, and I was trying to teach her, the image, y'know, how to play pool and I accidentally-"
"You were hitting on her, weren't you? You were hitting on a image. Oh my god, Bobby. Your so pathetic sometimes."
"Shut up Kitty! I didn't KNOW it was an image. God. You act like I do this all the time." Bobby turned away, vainly trying to hide his reddened face.
"Sorry," Kitty mumbled. There was a long pause before Kitty spoke again. "So. What happened?" She strained to hear what Bobby was muttering under his breath. "What was that?"
"I said I hit myself in the nuts with the pool stick," Bobby repeated glumly. Kitty covered her mouth to avoid laughing in his face. "Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. But they didn't MAKE you do that."
"So?"
"Well, your going to prank Viktoria for something she didn't really cause?" Kitty reasoned. "I mean, it just happened. Accidents happen all the time. And you know if she finds out you did this, she'll just get you back. It'll be a never-ending prank war. Back and forth, back and forth- forever and ever."
"I hate it when you're right." Bobby groaned inwardly. Life is not fair, he thought bitterly.
"So you're going to take down this stupid little contraption?"
Bobby nodded. "Yeah. I guess so. It's not stupid though. And it would have been really funny." Bobby turned back to the knot taped up wires and switches to disable them as the doorknob shook.
The figure stood in the doorway briefly, turned towards the room as they called something back to someone inside. Kitty and Bobby exchanged a quick glance as the figure's foot tripped the fishing line. A loud alarm went off as the tall figure looked around, bewildered.
"Nooo!" Bobby stood up and tried to push the figure out of the way as the bucket of honey and confetti tipped over. Kitty grabbed Bobby back as the figure shook violently, the honey dribbling down over his angry visage.
"What. The. Fuck."
Pietro held out his honey coated arms as the confetti rained down on him from above. Viktoria stood inside the room, eyes wide and mouth gaping. She looked from Pietro's usually silver hair, although now it was a disgusting shade of blobby gold, to his confetti-covered running shows. Looking at a frozen Bobby and Kitty, she made the quick assumption. "You two better run. Now."
"W-w-we didn't mean to!" Kitty protested feebly. "It was an accident! Bobby was just about to disengage it! I swear, Viktoria! Oh, Pietro, we're so sorry!"
"I bet you are," Viktoria muttered. "Doesn't matter though."
"What do you mean? Your gonna let us go?" Bobby shifted nervously from foot to foot while Kitty stood terrified, nearly in tears.
"Hell no. You two are toast," Pietro replied as he and Viktoria rushed the two younger teens.
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Logan studied his cards, trying to decide which one to discard. He knew he would lose to Remy, no one had ever beaten the Cajun, but he had to give it his best shot. He still had his dignity at stake.
He laid down a six of spades, hoping it wasn't a card Remy could use, and waited. Remy eyed the six thoughtfully, instead pulling a card from the deck. He smiled broadly at Logan, laid down the queen of hearts, and then indicated it was now his turn.
Logan paused, his nose wrinkling. "Do you smell that?"
"Smell what?" Remy's eyes narrowed seriously. "Gambit smells nothing, homme. You just tryin' to hold up my winning de game."
"No point in doing that, bub," Logan replied tersely. "It smells like honey."
As if on cue, Bobby ran through the room and out the back door with Kitty close on his heels, phasing straight through the French doors. Viktoria and Pietro followed close behind, shouting threats both verbally and psychically.
"YOUR DEAD BOBBY! YOU HEAR ME?! DEAD DEAD DEAD!" Pietro burst through the doorway and out of the room in a flash of color. The flurry behind him was so strong it blew the cards around the room in a miniature cyclone, ruining Logan and Remy's game.
Logan chuckled softly at the spoiled game. "Oh well. Guess we'll just have to call it a draw, eh Gumbo?" Remy shook his head angrily. "If Petey don't kill dat ice brat, Gambit sure will." Remy stood up and followed the shouting outside until he and Logan reached the four teenagers out on the patio near the pool, shouting at one another in the cold.
"Well if YOU hadn't made that stupid image-"
"ME?! You're the one who covered Pietro in honey!"
"He didn't mean to-"
"SHUT UP KITTY!"
"What the hell did I ever do to you, man? You freaking ruined my favorite running shoes!"
"I didn't MEAN to!"
"How can you not MEAN to?! You set the stupid prank up!"
"Well you and Remy-"
"Don't you drag me into this, Bobby. You hit yourself in the balls with that pool stick."
"I didn't mean to!"
"Seems like you didn't mean to do anything!"
"Exactly! That's what I've been TRYING to tell you! This isn't my fault! I mean, it is... but I didn't mean for it to land on Pietro!"
"Oh, so you meant for it to land on ME instead?"
"Well, yeah, but then Kitty-"
"YOU had something to do with this too, Kitty?!"
"No I didn't! Bobby, tell them! This was ALL his fault!"
"It wasn't ALL my fault. Geez. Kitty talked me out of it and I was trying to take it all down but then Pietro came out of your room and-"
"Well, you're buying me a new pair of running shoes. Hell, you're buying me a new set of CLOTHES."
"Why don't you do his chores for a week, too, Bobby."
"Oh fine. You happy, man? I'll get you some clothes, and do your chores. Is that good enough?"
"You can refer to me as King Pietro for the next week, slave Bobby."
"SLAVE?! I'm not gonna be your slave!"
"Then I guess you don't value your ability to speak."
"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you won't be able to after I bash your face in-"
"Okay! Okay! King Pietro it is!"
"That's more like it."
Bobby stumbled past Viktoria and Kitty's glares, Logan's amused expression, Remy's angry frown, and Pietro's smug look. Pietro's bright blue eyes followed Bobby's retreating back as he headed towards the mansion. "Since you heading inside, why don't you find me some new clothes to wear, hmm, slave?"
"Aw man. Are you really going to call me that?" Pietro nodded, his usual smirk splitting his handsome face. "All week long, slave. Now go." Bobby nodded glumly and started back until he noticed Pietro had dashed up, blocking his way.
"Aren't we forgetting something, slave?"
"I'm going to get your clothes," Bobby sighed. "What more could you want?"
Pietro rubbed his temples as if dealing with Bobby's ignorance was causing him great mental strain. "I believe it starts with K and ends in ING."
"Yes sir, King Pietro, sir," Bobby mumbled.
"That's better," Pietro replied with a grin. "And do try to smile when you say it."
A/N: Sorry about taking so long to update, school's been bogging me down, and my creative juices haven't been able to flow so easily. Next chapter should be up a bit sooner. Please review if you feel so inclined. Thanks! Oh, and a special THANK YOU to Peaceful Nightmares. (Go read Ghost's Story, it's great!)
Chapter 9- Prank War
"This ought to do it..."
Bobby pulled at the fishing line, making it taut across the entrance of the doorway. "They think they got me real good," he mumbled to nobody but himself. "Ha! This'll show 'em who the prank King of all time is. It's impossible to get away with pranking me." Flipping the small red switch, he tied the alarm to the end of the fishing line, then taped it to the side paneling of the doorframe. "Just a little more tape and-"
"Whatcha doin'?"
Bobby turned around quickly, startling Kitty. "Oh um. Hi Kitty. Doing? Nothing." Bobby gave her a significant look, hoping she would get the clue that this was something she didn't need to know about. Ever.
"It doesn't look like nothing. It looks like something." Kitty eyed the wires and switches taped to the doorway warily. "A big nasty something."
"Yeah, well. It's just a little payback, okay? Now shoo."
"Shoo? Shoo yourself, Bobby." Kitty crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. "Isn't this Viktoria's door? What are you doing? What do you mean, payback? Bobby-"
"Shut up, Kitty. She's in there. She'll hear you." Bobby flipped the last switch, the one that would allow the mixture of honey and confetti to fall on whomever, hopefully Viktoria, happened to step out of her room first.
"What did she do to you?" Kitty squatted down next to Bobby on the hallway floor. Bobby shrugged. "Her and Remy. They made this- this image of a girl, and I was trying to teach her, the image, y'know, how to play pool and I accidentally-"
"You were hitting on her, weren't you? You were hitting on a image. Oh my god, Bobby. Your so pathetic sometimes."
"Shut up Kitty! I didn't KNOW it was an image. God. You act like I do this all the time." Bobby turned away, vainly trying to hide his reddened face.
"Sorry," Kitty mumbled. There was a long pause before Kitty spoke again. "So. What happened?" She strained to hear what Bobby was muttering under his breath. "What was that?"
"I said I hit myself in the nuts with the pool stick," Bobby repeated glumly. Kitty covered her mouth to avoid laughing in his face. "Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. But they didn't MAKE you do that."
"So?"
"Well, your going to prank Viktoria for something she didn't really cause?" Kitty reasoned. "I mean, it just happened. Accidents happen all the time. And you know if she finds out you did this, she'll just get you back. It'll be a never-ending prank war. Back and forth, back and forth- forever and ever."
"I hate it when you're right." Bobby groaned inwardly. Life is not fair, he thought bitterly.
"So you're going to take down this stupid little contraption?"
Bobby nodded. "Yeah. I guess so. It's not stupid though. And it would have been really funny." Bobby turned back to the knot taped up wires and switches to disable them as the doorknob shook.
The figure stood in the doorway briefly, turned towards the room as they called something back to someone inside. Kitty and Bobby exchanged a quick glance as the figure's foot tripped the fishing line. A loud alarm went off as the tall figure looked around, bewildered.
"Nooo!" Bobby stood up and tried to push the figure out of the way as the bucket of honey and confetti tipped over. Kitty grabbed Bobby back as the figure shook violently, the honey dribbling down over his angry visage.
"What. The. Fuck."
Pietro held out his honey coated arms as the confetti rained down on him from above. Viktoria stood inside the room, eyes wide and mouth gaping. She looked from Pietro's usually silver hair, although now it was a disgusting shade of blobby gold, to his confetti-covered running shows. Looking at a frozen Bobby and Kitty, she made the quick assumption. "You two better run. Now."
"W-w-we didn't mean to!" Kitty protested feebly. "It was an accident! Bobby was just about to disengage it! I swear, Viktoria! Oh, Pietro, we're so sorry!"
"I bet you are," Viktoria muttered. "Doesn't matter though."
"What do you mean? Your gonna let us go?" Bobby shifted nervously from foot to foot while Kitty stood terrified, nearly in tears.
"Hell no. You two are toast," Pietro replied as he and Viktoria rushed the two younger teens.
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Logan studied his cards, trying to decide which one to discard. He knew he would lose to Remy, no one had ever beaten the Cajun, but he had to give it his best shot. He still had his dignity at stake.
He laid down a six of spades, hoping it wasn't a card Remy could use, and waited. Remy eyed the six thoughtfully, instead pulling a card from the deck. He smiled broadly at Logan, laid down the queen of hearts, and then indicated it was now his turn.
Logan paused, his nose wrinkling. "Do you smell that?"
"Smell what?" Remy's eyes narrowed seriously. "Gambit smells nothing, homme. You just tryin' to hold up my winning de game."
"No point in doing that, bub," Logan replied tersely. "It smells like honey."
As if on cue, Bobby ran through the room and out the back door with Kitty close on his heels, phasing straight through the French doors. Viktoria and Pietro followed close behind, shouting threats both verbally and psychically.
"YOUR DEAD BOBBY! YOU HEAR ME?! DEAD DEAD DEAD!" Pietro burst through the doorway and out of the room in a flash of color. The flurry behind him was so strong it blew the cards around the room in a miniature cyclone, ruining Logan and Remy's game.
Logan chuckled softly at the spoiled game. "Oh well. Guess we'll just have to call it a draw, eh Gumbo?" Remy shook his head angrily. "If Petey don't kill dat ice brat, Gambit sure will." Remy stood up and followed the shouting outside until he and Logan reached the four teenagers out on the patio near the pool, shouting at one another in the cold.
"Well if YOU hadn't made that stupid image-"
"ME?! You're the one who covered Pietro in honey!"
"He didn't mean to-"
"SHUT UP KITTY!"
"What the hell did I ever do to you, man? You freaking ruined my favorite running shoes!"
"I didn't MEAN to!"
"How can you not MEAN to?! You set the stupid prank up!"
"Well you and Remy-"
"Don't you drag me into this, Bobby. You hit yourself in the balls with that pool stick."
"I didn't mean to!"
"Seems like you didn't mean to do anything!"
"Exactly! That's what I've been TRYING to tell you! This isn't my fault! I mean, it is... but I didn't mean for it to land on Pietro!"
"Oh, so you meant for it to land on ME instead?"
"Well, yeah, but then Kitty-"
"YOU had something to do with this too, Kitty?!"
"No I didn't! Bobby, tell them! This was ALL his fault!"
"It wasn't ALL my fault. Geez. Kitty talked me out of it and I was trying to take it all down but then Pietro came out of your room and-"
"Well, you're buying me a new pair of running shoes. Hell, you're buying me a new set of CLOTHES."
"Why don't you do his chores for a week, too, Bobby."
"Oh fine. You happy, man? I'll get you some clothes, and do your chores. Is that good enough?"
"You can refer to me as King Pietro for the next week, slave Bobby."
"SLAVE?! I'm not gonna be your slave!"
"Then I guess you don't value your ability to speak."
"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you won't be able to after I bash your face in-"
"Okay! Okay! King Pietro it is!"
"That's more like it."
Bobby stumbled past Viktoria and Kitty's glares, Logan's amused expression, Remy's angry frown, and Pietro's smug look. Pietro's bright blue eyes followed Bobby's retreating back as he headed towards the mansion. "Since you heading inside, why don't you find me some new clothes to wear, hmm, slave?"
"Aw man. Are you really going to call me that?" Pietro nodded, his usual smirk splitting his handsome face. "All week long, slave. Now go." Bobby nodded glumly and started back until he noticed Pietro had dashed up, blocking his way.
"Aren't we forgetting something, slave?"
"I'm going to get your clothes," Bobby sighed. "What more could you want?"
Pietro rubbed his temples as if dealing with Bobby's ignorance was causing him great mental strain. "I believe it starts with K and ends in ING."
"Yes sir, King Pietro, sir," Bobby mumbled.
"That's better," Pietro replied with a grin. "And do try to smile when you say it."