A/N: Howdy Y'all! It seems like y'all pretty darn like this ol' story
here, so I thought I'd finish it for ya'! Enjoy!
My replies to reviewers, I thought I'd like to put it up front here, it is more convenient for me:
Sera: Doesn't he have the funky wheelchair? Oh, well he has it in this fic I guess...
Mary-Sue Hater #1: Well, a lot of other people like it. And it's only the first chapter, I haven't even begun the plot! And I'm trying to keep the majority of my readers happy, you are not the majority.
Pyro: Thanx for the review!
Firegirl: Well, Rhita is mine, and I am only protecting my little baby!
Ner'ual of Say'lar: Thank-you!
I luv Yugi and Kurt so :p: Thanx!
Soul Eater: Thank-you! I know, I'm the greatest aren't I?
Sakura Rain: Don't worry, you didn't offend me at all! I'm just really possessive of my ideas sometimes, and I understand that my Rhita and your Flick are two very different people. Thanks for the review! Keep review!
ednra: Hey, ednra! Thanks for reviewing my story; I was waiting for you to!
Geez... I got a lot of reviews.
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah... You all know it anyway so why do I have to keep doing it?
The New Girl
Chapter 2: Making Friends
Rhita put the book of poetry that Hank had given her on the bedside table. She had been reading it for hours and she was bored of just sitting in bed while everyone else was busy somewhere else and she was all alone on a Saturday. She slipped out of bed, even though she had been told not to. Anyway, she felt fine. She walked across the lush, deep rug of flower designs. Rhita smiled, she loved flowers, actually she loved pretty much anything that had a soul, which was pretty much anything made by Mother Nature, the grand spirit that she could feel around her at all times. She opened the window and sat down on the window seat, the beautiful scents of the plants below her in the garden wafted in to her room on the soft May breeze. Rhita breathed deeply, taking in everything. The sweet little birds chirping in the trees and bushes, the soft speaking of the trees that sounded like leaves fluttering in the wind, and the faint, twinkling music of the flower fairies that only she could hear. She loved nature, and how it literally sang to her of its beauty and peace.
She whistled to the birds, a quick and fluent language that very few could understand. She called to it in its own language to come to her, not commanding it, but asking it politely. Nature could not be controlled by any sort of force, only a humble question of courtesy could get it to do what you want.
Three small bluebirds came to her. One alighted on her finger, one nestled into her lap, and one rested in her hair. Rhita smiled. The little birds twittered and chirped among themselves and at her; they seemed honored that she had chosen them to call upon.
"Vho are you zupposed to be? Znow Vhite?"
She jumped at the sudden sound and the bluebirds flew away startled.
She turned her head to see the boy with the blue fur, had his name been Kurt? Or maybe it was Kirk?
The boy shuffled his feet, "Ah, zorry if I ztartled you. I didn't mein to. I juzt thought you might be lonely een here, all by yourzelf, you know?"
She smiled, "No, it's okay. I am kinda lonely anyway." She patted the red cushion next to her on the window seat as an indication for him to sit there.
She didn't blink when he teleported to the spot. With mutants she could sense the power of a person, she thought their powers must be part of their spirit or something.
"Zo, ah, vhat have you bein doing up here?"
She shrugged, "Reading mostly. Hank gave me a huge pile of books so I wouldn't get bored. But all the poetry gets a little sour after a while."
The boy nodded in understanding, that sounded right, his name was Kurt.
"So, what is it like living here at the Xaviar Institute?" She might as well ask if she was going to live here.
"Vell, ve go to zchool and ztuff like a regular kid, ve have homevork, tests, pop quizez. All that stuff. Then ve have theze training lezzons, to like, train uz to uze our povers properly and stuff." Kurt paused and shrugged, then continued, "Ve alzo have some sort of mizzion every onze and a vhile. Like, to go retrieve zome new mutant, or vight vith my parentz or zomething." He stopped.
Rhita sensed a pang of shame in his spirit when he had said my parents. She tilted her head to one side, "Your parents? What is wrong with your parents if you're going off to fight them?"
Kurt sighed, "I vas separated from zem vhen I vas an eenfant. I vas adopted by a family een Germany. Zen I came here and vound out zat zee two biggest enemies of zee X-Men were my real parents."
She sucked in air through her teeth and made a hissing noise, "Harsh."
Kurt nodded and sighed again, "Ah... Zo, you like birdz?"
Rhita knew he was trying to change the subject, she could sense that he was uneasy about telling the story about his real parents. "Yeah, I like anything to do with nature. Plants, animals, water, air. Anything that has something to do with the Natural earth."
"Ja, I'm a nature lover myzelf. Grew up on a farm een zee middle of zee wilderness."
She nodded, "I can't remember where I grew up. But I would think that it would be somewhere remote, you know with my appearance I doubt I would have gone strutting around New York City."
Kurt looked at his watch, "Ach, time for lunch. Vant to come down vith me?"
She thought for a moment, Ororo had told her to stay in bed, but she was feeling fine anyway. She doubted it would hurt anything. "Okay."
She stood up, not expecting for him to take her wrist and teleport them downstairs. She yelped, knowing that he could do it anytime he wanted was one thing, but having him do it to you was another. She had also sensed something, just for a split second, she had felt some sort of creature. An evil creature, which lived on the death of others. (Can you guess what that is?)
"Zorry, I should have vwarned you." Kurt truly did sound sorry.
"It's okay, you just startled me there." She smiled and played with a strand of blonde hair that hung over her shoulder.
"Okay, c'mon! The dining room ees this vay!" He started to trot down the hall in a series of odd little hops, it looked weird to her but it was perfectly normal for him.
Inside the room was a big oak table, at which already sat several of the Xaviar students. She sat down in between Kurt and a boy with dark skin, blonde hair, and was wearing pads on his elbows and knees. She couldn't quite put a finger on his name though.
"Oh, I'm glad you decided to join us, Rhita." She turned her head toward the sound to see a girl with red hair and was placing plates on the table with her powers. Hadn't her name been Jean? Yes, that was right, Jean.
Rhita smiled back at Jean, "I thought it would be nice to associate with you all, I can't exactly stay cooped up in my room for the rest of my life."
"Rhita! Didn't Ororo tell you to stay in bed?" Mr. McCoy sounded rather cheerful though.
"Um, well, I'm feeling okay. And I was really bored. It can't hurt if I sit at the table and eat a little can it?"
"No it can't. You may stay here and eat if you wish, Rhita." The voice of the professor came from behind Hank, and he moved aside so that everyone could see him.
"Thank-you."
At that moment Ororo walked in, carrying several dishes of various foods. She opened her mouth to speak upon seeing Rhita. But the Professor interrupted her, "Miss Kohlmann has my permission, Ororo."
Ororo closed her mouth and smiled, "I'm glad you decided to join us, Rhita." She set the dishes on the table and sat down in a chair next to Hank.
Scott, Rogue, Logan, and Kitty entered the room.
"Hey! You came downstairs finally! I was wondering if you were, like, shy or something." Kitty sat down in the seat across from her.
"You don't have to worry, you are among friends here." And Scott sat down next to Jean.
The guy with the blond hair next to her spoke while reaching for a plate filled with sandwiches. "Auntie O makes great food you know, dig in!"
Just like that was the queue for everyone to begin lunch everyone started to eat, and along with the food everyone started to talk. Except, she noticed, Rogue, and Logan, they seemed to stay mostly to themselves.
Rhita listened absent mindedly, she was trying to ignore her powers, which were constantly at work, and at the moment were threatening to overwhelm her with the feelings of everyone else.
She jumped when a fuzzy finger poked her shoulder.
Kurt seemed startled at her reaction, "Don't you vant to eat zomething?"
"Ah, I'm not hungry."
"Oh, c'mon! You gotta be hungry, and Auntie O's food is really good! Take a bite, it's not like it's going to bite or something." Evan nudged her shoulder with his elbow.
"Well, if you don't want to eat, why don't you talk? So, like, what do you usually do on Saturdays?" Kitty leaned toward her waiting for her to answer.
Rhita shrugged, "I. Can't remember."
Professor X spoke up, "I think Miss Kohlmann has some sort of a concussion. I couldn't find any sort of memory in her head."
"Oh, zat's too bad. Muzt be hard not to remember enyzing." Kurt looked very sympathetic.
Hank cleared his throat, "So, how do you remember the Shakespeare plays and other things?"
"I don't know, I remember those, but I don't remember anything that actually happened in my life and stuff." She shrugged again. "Um, may I be excused?" Sensing everyone in the room was really getting to her now.
The Professor nodded, "You may go, but are you feeling okay? You haven't eaten anything."
"I'm fine. I just, need to go." She stood up and walked out of the room. She wandered down the hall till she reached a sitting room with big windows and a whole lot of cushy chairs and sofas she that she sunk into when she sat down. But she didn't want to sit down now. She needed to go outside, where she would feel safe.
Outside in the garden she sat down on the lush grass in the shade of an oak tree. She leaned back against the ancient trunk already feeling her migraine begin subside. Being outside always comforted her, she felt like she belonged here, out in the wilderness, free as the wind.
She reached out with her mind to the wind that was brushing her face, she could feel the presence of a great spirit, a spirit of freedom, a care free, yet one of the wisest of the greatest of the Earth: the spirits of water, land, fire, air (which was the one she was sensing at the moment), time (Yay for Father Time!), death (you know the Grim Reaper?), and of course, the spirit of all life, a.k.a. Mother Nature.
She sighed feeling the soft breeze ruffle her hair and fur. She spoke to the wind, not with her voice but in her mind, nothing could hide from the wind, not even peoples thoughts.
The wind spoke back, a soft whisper, "Do not greave, child, I have watched these people for a long time, just as I have watched everyone else in the world. And they are a special group. They are peace keepers, and I'm sure they will except you as one of them."
She spoke again, "But, what if they don't like me? This is the only place that I am not... different. I'm like everyone else, I have special powers, and they have powers. And there is a person that has fur like me too."
"Having powers is nothing to be ashamed of, child, neither is having fur. The wolf is not ashamed of his fur, he needs his fur to survive. The same is for the tiger, and the bear. Nothing is given to you for no reason, you maybe, have not found that purpose yet. But, child, you, I am sure have a great purpose to fulfill in this world."
Rhita listened to the sighing voice of the wind, her headache was gone now, and she felt very content to sit there in the cool shade of the oak tree with sun shining above her in the sky.
"Hey there! Like, what are you doing out here?"
She jumped, she had not realized that Kitty had come up behind her. "Oh, hey."
Kitty sat down beside her. "So, like, do you not like it here or something? I mean, like, why did you just leave the table like that, your feelings weren't hurt or anything like that right?"
"Um, no. I just needed some time by myself."
"Oh, so, you can't remember anything right?"
Rhita nodded.
"Bummer. That must be, like, totally harsh."
Rhita sighed, "Yeah, I mean, all I can remember is this freaky guy named Saberthooth attacking me. But that's all."
"Sabertooth? He's, like, a totally nasty guy. Magneto must have really wanted you or something, he usually doesn't send Sabertooth to retrieve new mutants."
She felt a tickle in the back of her mind at the name Magneto. "Who is Magneto?"
Kitty flicked a strand of hair over her shoulder, "Magneto is, like, our arch enemy. He wants to, like rule the world or whatever and he is really mean. He's also, like, Kurt's father. Oh, Kurt told you about him right?"
"Um, not about Magneto in particular. He only told me that his parents are the enemies of the X-Men and that he was adopted by a family in Germany and all."
"Oh. Don't tease him about it though, it really gets him down."
Rhita nodded.
"Hey, I got an idea! We can go get the prof. to give you a holo watch and then me and all the girls can show you around town! C'mon!"
Kitty grabbed her wrist and tugged her towards the institute. Rhita let herself be pulled along, she was busy wondering where exactly she had heard the name Magneto before, it sounded vaguely familiar but she couldn't quite remember.
A/N: Okay, I'm gonna stop here because it's late and I am tired. I think I'll start the plot in the next chapter, yeah, that will be good place to start.
My replies to reviewers, I thought I'd like to put it up front here, it is more convenient for me:
Sera: Doesn't he have the funky wheelchair? Oh, well he has it in this fic I guess...
Mary-Sue Hater #1: Well, a lot of other people like it. And it's only the first chapter, I haven't even begun the plot! And I'm trying to keep the majority of my readers happy, you are not the majority.
Pyro: Thanx for the review!
Firegirl: Well, Rhita is mine, and I am only protecting my little baby!
Ner'ual of Say'lar: Thank-you!
I luv Yugi and Kurt so :p: Thanx!
Soul Eater: Thank-you! I know, I'm the greatest aren't I?
Sakura Rain: Don't worry, you didn't offend me at all! I'm just really possessive of my ideas sometimes, and I understand that my Rhita and your Flick are two very different people. Thanks for the review! Keep review!
ednra: Hey, ednra! Thanks for reviewing my story; I was waiting for you to!
Geez... I got a lot of reviews.
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah... You all know it anyway so why do I have to keep doing it?
The New Girl
Chapter 2: Making Friends
Rhita put the book of poetry that Hank had given her on the bedside table. She had been reading it for hours and she was bored of just sitting in bed while everyone else was busy somewhere else and she was all alone on a Saturday. She slipped out of bed, even though she had been told not to. Anyway, she felt fine. She walked across the lush, deep rug of flower designs. Rhita smiled, she loved flowers, actually she loved pretty much anything that had a soul, which was pretty much anything made by Mother Nature, the grand spirit that she could feel around her at all times. She opened the window and sat down on the window seat, the beautiful scents of the plants below her in the garden wafted in to her room on the soft May breeze. Rhita breathed deeply, taking in everything. The sweet little birds chirping in the trees and bushes, the soft speaking of the trees that sounded like leaves fluttering in the wind, and the faint, twinkling music of the flower fairies that only she could hear. She loved nature, and how it literally sang to her of its beauty and peace.
She whistled to the birds, a quick and fluent language that very few could understand. She called to it in its own language to come to her, not commanding it, but asking it politely. Nature could not be controlled by any sort of force, only a humble question of courtesy could get it to do what you want.
Three small bluebirds came to her. One alighted on her finger, one nestled into her lap, and one rested in her hair. Rhita smiled. The little birds twittered and chirped among themselves and at her; they seemed honored that she had chosen them to call upon.
"Vho are you zupposed to be? Znow Vhite?"
She jumped at the sudden sound and the bluebirds flew away startled.
She turned her head to see the boy with the blue fur, had his name been Kurt? Or maybe it was Kirk?
The boy shuffled his feet, "Ah, zorry if I ztartled you. I didn't mein to. I juzt thought you might be lonely een here, all by yourzelf, you know?"
She smiled, "No, it's okay. I am kinda lonely anyway." She patted the red cushion next to her on the window seat as an indication for him to sit there.
She didn't blink when he teleported to the spot. With mutants she could sense the power of a person, she thought their powers must be part of their spirit or something.
"Zo, ah, vhat have you bein doing up here?"
She shrugged, "Reading mostly. Hank gave me a huge pile of books so I wouldn't get bored. But all the poetry gets a little sour after a while."
The boy nodded in understanding, that sounded right, his name was Kurt.
"So, what is it like living here at the Xaviar Institute?" She might as well ask if she was going to live here.
"Vell, ve go to zchool and ztuff like a regular kid, ve have homevork, tests, pop quizez. All that stuff. Then ve have theze training lezzons, to like, train uz to uze our povers properly and stuff." Kurt paused and shrugged, then continued, "Ve alzo have some sort of mizzion every onze and a vhile. Like, to go retrieve zome new mutant, or vight vith my parentz or zomething." He stopped.
Rhita sensed a pang of shame in his spirit when he had said my parents. She tilted her head to one side, "Your parents? What is wrong with your parents if you're going off to fight them?"
Kurt sighed, "I vas separated from zem vhen I vas an eenfant. I vas adopted by a family een Germany. Zen I came here and vound out zat zee two biggest enemies of zee X-Men were my real parents."
She sucked in air through her teeth and made a hissing noise, "Harsh."
Kurt nodded and sighed again, "Ah... Zo, you like birdz?"
Rhita knew he was trying to change the subject, she could sense that he was uneasy about telling the story about his real parents. "Yeah, I like anything to do with nature. Plants, animals, water, air. Anything that has something to do with the Natural earth."
"Ja, I'm a nature lover myzelf. Grew up on a farm een zee middle of zee wilderness."
She nodded, "I can't remember where I grew up. But I would think that it would be somewhere remote, you know with my appearance I doubt I would have gone strutting around New York City."
Kurt looked at his watch, "Ach, time for lunch. Vant to come down vith me?"
She thought for a moment, Ororo had told her to stay in bed, but she was feeling fine anyway. She doubted it would hurt anything. "Okay."
She stood up, not expecting for him to take her wrist and teleport them downstairs. She yelped, knowing that he could do it anytime he wanted was one thing, but having him do it to you was another. She had also sensed something, just for a split second, she had felt some sort of creature. An evil creature, which lived on the death of others. (Can you guess what that is?)
"Zorry, I should have vwarned you." Kurt truly did sound sorry.
"It's okay, you just startled me there." She smiled and played with a strand of blonde hair that hung over her shoulder.
"Okay, c'mon! The dining room ees this vay!" He started to trot down the hall in a series of odd little hops, it looked weird to her but it was perfectly normal for him.
Inside the room was a big oak table, at which already sat several of the Xaviar students. She sat down in between Kurt and a boy with dark skin, blonde hair, and was wearing pads on his elbows and knees. She couldn't quite put a finger on his name though.
"Oh, I'm glad you decided to join us, Rhita." She turned her head toward the sound to see a girl with red hair and was placing plates on the table with her powers. Hadn't her name been Jean? Yes, that was right, Jean.
Rhita smiled back at Jean, "I thought it would be nice to associate with you all, I can't exactly stay cooped up in my room for the rest of my life."
"Rhita! Didn't Ororo tell you to stay in bed?" Mr. McCoy sounded rather cheerful though.
"Um, well, I'm feeling okay. And I was really bored. It can't hurt if I sit at the table and eat a little can it?"
"No it can't. You may stay here and eat if you wish, Rhita." The voice of the professor came from behind Hank, and he moved aside so that everyone could see him.
"Thank-you."
At that moment Ororo walked in, carrying several dishes of various foods. She opened her mouth to speak upon seeing Rhita. But the Professor interrupted her, "Miss Kohlmann has my permission, Ororo."
Ororo closed her mouth and smiled, "I'm glad you decided to join us, Rhita." She set the dishes on the table and sat down in a chair next to Hank.
Scott, Rogue, Logan, and Kitty entered the room.
"Hey! You came downstairs finally! I was wondering if you were, like, shy or something." Kitty sat down in the seat across from her.
"You don't have to worry, you are among friends here." And Scott sat down next to Jean.
The guy with the blond hair next to her spoke while reaching for a plate filled with sandwiches. "Auntie O makes great food you know, dig in!"
Just like that was the queue for everyone to begin lunch everyone started to eat, and along with the food everyone started to talk. Except, she noticed, Rogue, and Logan, they seemed to stay mostly to themselves.
Rhita listened absent mindedly, she was trying to ignore her powers, which were constantly at work, and at the moment were threatening to overwhelm her with the feelings of everyone else.
She jumped when a fuzzy finger poked her shoulder.
Kurt seemed startled at her reaction, "Don't you vant to eat zomething?"
"Ah, I'm not hungry."
"Oh, c'mon! You gotta be hungry, and Auntie O's food is really good! Take a bite, it's not like it's going to bite or something." Evan nudged her shoulder with his elbow.
"Well, if you don't want to eat, why don't you talk? So, like, what do you usually do on Saturdays?" Kitty leaned toward her waiting for her to answer.
Rhita shrugged, "I. Can't remember."
Professor X spoke up, "I think Miss Kohlmann has some sort of a concussion. I couldn't find any sort of memory in her head."
"Oh, zat's too bad. Muzt be hard not to remember enyzing." Kurt looked very sympathetic.
Hank cleared his throat, "So, how do you remember the Shakespeare plays and other things?"
"I don't know, I remember those, but I don't remember anything that actually happened in my life and stuff." She shrugged again. "Um, may I be excused?" Sensing everyone in the room was really getting to her now.
The Professor nodded, "You may go, but are you feeling okay? You haven't eaten anything."
"I'm fine. I just, need to go." She stood up and walked out of the room. She wandered down the hall till she reached a sitting room with big windows and a whole lot of cushy chairs and sofas she that she sunk into when she sat down. But she didn't want to sit down now. She needed to go outside, where she would feel safe.
Outside in the garden she sat down on the lush grass in the shade of an oak tree. She leaned back against the ancient trunk already feeling her migraine begin subside. Being outside always comforted her, she felt like she belonged here, out in the wilderness, free as the wind.
She reached out with her mind to the wind that was brushing her face, she could feel the presence of a great spirit, a spirit of freedom, a care free, yet one of the wisest of the greatest of the Earth: the spirits of water, land, fire, air (which was the one she was sensing at the moment), time (Yay for Father Time!), death (you know the Grim Reaper?), and of course, the spirit of all life, a.k.a. Mother Nature.
She sighed feeling the soft breeze ruffle her hair and fur. She spoke to the wind, not with her voice but in her mind, nothing could hide from the wind, not even peoples thoughts.
The wind spoke back, a soft whisper, "Do not greave, child, I have watched these people for a long time, just as I have watched everyone else in the world. And they are a special group. They are peace keepers, and I'm sure they will except you as one of them."
She spoke again, "But, what if they don't like me? This is the only place that I am not... different. I'm like everyone else, I have special powers, and they have powers. And there is a person that has fur like me too."
"Having powers is nothing to be ashamed of, child, neither is having fur. The wolf is not ashamed of his fur, he needs his fur to survive. The same is for the tiger, and the bear. Nothing is given to you for no reason, you maybe, have not found that purpose yet. But, child, you, I am sure have a great purpose to fulfill in this world."
Rhita listened to the sighing voice of the wind, her headache was gone now, and she felt very content to sit there in the cool shade of the oak tree with sun shining above her in the sky.
"Hey there! Like, what are you doing out here?"
She jumped, she had not realized that Kitty had come up behind her. "Oh, hey."
Kitty sat down beside her. "So, like, do you not like it here or something? I mean, like, why did you just leave the table like that, your feelings weren't hurt or anything like that right?"
"Um, no. I just needed some time by myself."
"Oh, so, you can't remember anything right?"
Rhita nodded.
"Bummer. That must be, like, totally harsh."
Rhita sighed, "Yeah, I mean, all I can remember is this freaky guy named Saberthooth attacking me. But that's all."
"Sabertooth? He's, like, a totally nasty guy. Magneto must have really wanted you or something, he usually doesn't send Sabertooth to retrieve new mutants."
She felt a tickle in the back of her mind at the name Magneto. "Who is Magneto?"
Kitty flicked a strand of hair over her shoulder, "Magneto is, like, our arch enemy. He wants to, like rule the world or whatever and he is really mean. He's also, like, Kurt's father. Oh, Kurt told you about him right?"
"Um, not about Magneto in particular. He only told me that his parents are the enemies of the X-Men and that he was adopted by a family in Germany and all."
"Oh. Don't tease him about it though, it really gets him down."
Rhita nodded.
"Hey, I got an idea! We can go get the prof. to give you a holo watch and then me and all the girls can show you around town! C'mon!"
Kitty grabbed her wrist and tugged her towards the institute. Rhita let herself be pulled along, she was busy wondering where exactly she had heard the name Magneto before, it sounded vaguely familiar but she couldn't quite remember.
A/N: Okay, I'm gonna stop here because it's late and I am tired. I think I'll start the plot in the next chapter, yeah, that will be good place to start.