Disclaimer:As much as I wish I could own
Pietro, I don't. Or any of the other X-Men. WHY ISN'T QUICKSLIVER IN THE
MUTANT ACADAMY PS1 GAME???
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Author's note:Kurt doesn't talk alot in this chapter. Remy does, though..... Thoughts-(blah) Psychic message- blah Manaiacal laughter- MUWAHAHAH-
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We sat in the Professor's office. I could tell by the look on his face that he was either amused or irritated. Maybe a little of both. "Mariann, how is Remy?" I grimmaced. "Fine. He already discovered the amazing speed at which gossip travels through the Institute. But ya wouldn't have brought Daddy an' the Fuzzy One in here ta ask me about the Cajun. What's really up?" He shook his head in amazment.
"Sometimes I think you're a pyschic instead of pryokinetic. True, I do have something to tell you all. And I suppose I should cut right to the chase. Kurt is your brother, Mariann." Kurt looked up in shock.
"Zat means Mr. Logan is my father?" My eyes went wide in shock. "An' Mystique is my mama?" The Professor shook his head.
"No. See, you're half-siblings. Logan is both of your father's." Kurt just stared straight ahead in shock. I grinned. "Ya told me I'd find another family here, Professor. Ya never told me I'd find MY family!" Daddy tweaked Kurt's tail.
"Join the club, Elf." I hugged my new-found brother. "Yea, Fuzzy." He smiled weakly.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to go to my room and....think....." The Professor smiled and Kurt bamfed out.
"It may take him awhile to get used to the fact he has both a father and a sister."
"Another sister," I corrected. "Rouge's technicly his sister."
"True. Mariann, did you perchance see a white haired boy in the garage?" Daddy growled.
"Yea, we saw 'im. Why?" The Professor gave Daddy a Look.
"Did you scare him away?" Daddy nodded. The Professor sighed.
"Logan, I asked him here to see me. He probably saw Kurt and Scott in the garage and stopped to talk. Oh, well. What's done is done. Mariann, I take it you got your motorcycle." He gave a small grin.
"Yep!" I said proudly. "I'ma go find Kurt and spread the news."
We were running around, telling everybody we found. Remy, however, stopped me. "Corbeau, we need ta talk. Now." Squuzing Kurt's hand, I let Remy lead me to his room.
"Mariann, I don't know how ta say what I need ta say, but....." I touched his arm.
"Remy, ya know ya can tell me anything."
"Not dis t'ing, chere." He wrapped his thumb around mine, a gesture we had started back in New Orleans. "Mariann, I.....I t'ink I love ya." He stared straight into my eyes, which were now wide in surprise.
"Re-Remy? Say that just one more time."
"I t'ink I love you. I did back in L'is'ana, an' I do now." He leaned forward to kiss but, but I stepped away.
"Chere? What's de matter?"
"Remy, I know I loved ya back in L'isiana. But....it's just....been too long." I rubbed my arm and tried not to look at him, but he twisted my chin up so I had to.
"Chere, ya sayin' ya don' love me anymore?"
I jerked away. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm sayin'!" He grabbed my arm and tried to pull me towards him. I slapped him hard across the face.
"Don' touch me like that again."
He grabbed at me and caught my wrist, pulling me to him. He held me tight against him, not letting me escape. "I'll touch ya how I like, Raven." He tried again to kiss me, and I got mad. I felt my hair rise, as if by static electricity, and I wrenched free of him.
"No, ya won't!" I pointed and shot a bolt of flame at him. It connected with his wrist, and he yelled out.
Regular P.O.V. Downstairs, Kurt heard someone shout. He bamfed onto the second floor and searched for the source. In Remy's room, he saw the Cajun clutching his wrist and shooting daggers at Mariann, who's hair had turned red. (Red?) "Vhat happened?" Upon seeing him, Mariann's hair slowly faded back to black. She looked coldly at Remy. "Mariann, vhat did you do?"
"I told him not to touch me."
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Tip:NEVER make a Southern woman mad. Review please!
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Author's note:Kurt doesn't talk alot in this chapter. Remy does, though..... Thoughts-(blah) Psychic message- blah Manaiacal laughter- MUWAHAHAH-
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We sat in the Professor's office. I could tell by the look on his face that he was either amused or irritated. Maybe a little of both. "Mariann, how is Remy?" I grimmaced. "Fine. He already discovered the amazing speed at which gossip travels through the Institute. But ya wouldn't have brought Daddy an' the Fuzzy One in here ta ask me about the Cajun. What's really up?" He shook his head in amazment.
"Sometimes I think you're a pyschic instead of pryokinetic. True, I do have something to tell you all. And I suppose I should cut right to the chase. Kurt is your brother, Mariann." Kurt looked up in shock.
"Zat means Mr. Logan is my father?" My eyes went wide in shock. "An' Mystique is my mama?" The Professor shook his head.
"No. See, you're half-siblings. Logan is both of your father's." Kurt just stared straight ahead in shock. I grinned. "Ya told me I'd find another family here, Professor. Ya never told me I'd find MY family!" Daddy tweaked Kurt's tail.
"Join the club, Elf." I hugged my new-found brother. "Yea, Fuzzy." He smiled weakly.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to go to my room and....think....." The Professor smiled and Kurt bamfed out.
"It may take him awhile to get used to the fact he has both a father and a sister."
"Another sister," I corrected. "Rouge's technicly his sister."
"True. Mariann, did you perchance see a white haired boy in the garage?" Daddy growled.
"Yea, we saw 'im. Why?" The Professor gave Daddy a Look.
"Did you scare him away?" Daddy nodded. The Professor sighed.
"Logan, I asked him here to see me. He probably saw Kurt and Scott in the garage and stopped to talk. Oh, well. What's done is done. Mariann, I take it you got your motorcycle." He gave a small grin.
"Yep!" I said proudly. "I'ma go find Kurt and spread the news."
We were running around, telling everybody we found. Remy, however, stopped me. "Corbeau, we need ta talk. Now." Squuzing Kurt's hand, I let Remy lead me to his room.
"Mariann, I don't know how ta say what I need ta say, but....." I touched his arm.
"Remy, ya know ya can tell me anything."
"Not dis t'ing, chere." He wrapped his thumb around mine, a gesture we had started back in New Orleans. "Mariann, I.....I t'ink I love ya." He stared straight into my eyes, which were now wide in surprise.
"Re-Remy? Say that just one more time."
"I t'ink I love you. I did back in L'is'ana, an' I do now." He leaned forward to kiss but, but I stepped away.
"Chere? What's de matter?"
"Remy, I know I loved ya back in L'isiana. But....it's just....been too long." I rubbed my arm and tried not to look at him, but he twisted my chin up so I had to.
"Chere, ya sayin' ya don' love me anymore?"
I jerked away. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm sayin'!" He grabbed my arm and tried to pull me towards him. I slapped him hard across the face.
"Don' touch me like that again."
He grabbed at me and caught my wrist, pulling me to him. He held me tight against him, not letting me escape. "I'll touch ya how I like, Raven." He tried again to kiss me, and I got mad. I felt my hair rise, as if by static electricity, and I wrenched free of him.
"No, ya won't!" I pointed and shot a bolt of flame at him. It connected with his wrist, and he yelled out.
Regular P.O.V. Downstairs, Kurt heard someone shout. He bamfed onto the second floor and searched for the source. In Remy's room, he saw the Cajun clutching his wrist and shooting daggers at Mariann, who's hair had turned red. (Red?) "Vhat happened?" Upon seeing him, Mariann's hair slowly faded back to black. She looked coldly at Remy. "Mariann, vhat did you do?"
"I told him not to touch me."
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Tip:NEVER make a Southern woman mad. Review please!