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I own nothing except for the clothes on my back. I really don't think that I could sell black clothing for the thousands of dollars that it takes to buy a comic book character. Anyway…on with the show.

Chapter 2

The mansion:

A thud resounded through the mansion, and as the inhabitants ran out into the hall, a bony spike protruding through the bathroom door made it clear what had happened.

"KURT!"

A dull muffled sound of imploding air was heard from inside the bathroom, and Kurt appeared halfway down the hallway, his fur wet and sticking to his body, making him look slightly like a drowned cat.

Evan burst out of the bathroom clad in a pink towel, viciously wiping away the water that was dripping down from his wet hair. His eyes narrowed as he saw the blue elf creeping down the hallway.

"Stop where you are," he said, his voice dangerously quiet. Kurt broke into a run.

Before long, the hallway had turned into a battlezone, porcupine-like quills flying in all directions.

The girls had all gone back to bed, partly for cover, and partly out of disgust from this display of testosterone. Kitty, in fact had not bothered to get out of bed in the first place

The boys were standing out in the hallway, Kurt having pulled the same stunt on them at one point or another in time. When one of Evan's spikes caught Kurt's shirt, pinning him to the wall, a few cheered, and the same people gave boo's and razzes when Kurt teleported out of sight.

"Give it up Ev, he's probably down their nursing his wounds with bacon."

"Yeah, c'mon Ev. Get dressed, and let's get some breakfast."

Muttered agreements came from the rest of the guys, as they trooped down to eat. Sure enough, there was Kurt seated at the table, his plate heaped high with food. The boys shot him glares and scathing looks as they joined the Professor, Logan, Ororo and Kurt.

A morning cry echoed through the house.

"WHO TOOK MY PINK TOWEL???!"

Everyone looked at Evan, while the professor merely smiled. Logan looked up briefly, before snorting and returning to his edition of 'The New England Times'.

"I'll bring it to you Kitty…" Evan started, but was silenced by a single sweep of Ororo's eyes.

"I shall bring it Kitty," she called up the stairs, retrieved the towel, and gave Evan a sharp smack on the backside of his head.

Evan began to turn a dark crimson color under the amused stares of his peers.

The girls began to file in next, slowly filling in the remaining slots at the table and serving themselves generous portions of the fruit salad. Soon, the dining room was filled with chatter, talk of what to get each other for Christmas, talk of what the outcome of the next basketball game was going to be…and all the while, the fire was merrily crackling and spitting out charred log and pine cone. The Christmas tree was bare, ready for the decorating that would take place that evening

The professor cleared his throat, and immediately, the chatter halted, and the only sounds in the room were coming from the bread that Kurt was stuffing in his mouth

"Students, I have arranged a ride to the Bayville mall for you to go Christmas shopping with Mr. Logan." Any joy which the students had shown at the first part of the statement were wiped off of every face at the latter.

No-one quite had enough courage to groan, especially as Logan had folded up his newspaper, and was smirking out at them.

"Those of you who wish to go may leave at noon in the x-van. Those of you who wish to stay will have stamina tests run with myself and Storm."

Within the next ten seconds, no-one was left in the dining room, they had all disappeared, with or without the use of their mutant powers. Girls were in their rooms holding up black skirts to their waists, and earrings to their ears, while the boys pulled sweatshirts over their heads, and grabbed a pair of trousers from the floor.

Kitty walked out of the door, dressed in a tight, hip-hugging mini skirt, thick woolen tights and a long sleeved stretchy black polyester shirt with a brown faux fur collar. She walked the few doors down, and knocked on Kurt's door. Kurt came out (wearing his inducer)closely followed by Evan, who gave a low whistle when he saw her.

"Hey, kitty cat…a mini skirt…in the SNOW??"

"I'm wearing wool tights."

"A miniskirt, katzchen? Not even knee length?"

"Males…"

Rahne walked up dressed in a black fur trenchcoat, tight leather pants, ad a long sleeved turtleneck.

"Hey gang. Kitty…aren't you going to be cold?"

Kurt and Evan leaned on each other and smirked.

Later…

*The boys had long since retired to the food court, while the girls with never-ending shopping stamina were prowling through the bargain racks at the Gap and Old Navy.* From some store along the way Kurt and Evan had picked up Santa hats, whose bobbles flashed annoyingly from red to green, and then back to white. The two were now sitting slightly away from the other guys at the mansion, talking between themselves. In front of them there appeared to be a massacred half-cow inside buns, wrappers of two double whoppers with cheese, supersized cokes and fries, and in front of only Kurt, add two apple pies and a cheesecake. Bags were piled next to the two, and as they talked, they compared Christmas presents.
"Look what I got for Rogue…"
"Cool! She'll really like that…"
"The New aqua c-d!"
"Britney Spears is HOT, dude." Their thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a girl jumping easily over their table. That in itself wasn't so strange. What was, is that post doing this, bones erupted from her hands, and she began to scale the wall holding in her mouth a large amount of food.
Two tables over, Scott stood up.
"Attack formation. We need to clean this up FAST."
The girls began to emerge from the stores, and joined the rest of the gang in their wild chase.
"Evan!" Kurt yelled.
"Right."
Running to catch up to Kurt, Evan lay a hand on Kurt's shoulder.
*BAMF*
"Prepare for re-entry."
*BAMF*
The girl let out a cry of annoyance seeing them blocking her way.
"Who's side are you on ANYWAY?"
Jumping off the edge, and using a bone protruding from her elbow to decrease the speed of her fall by raking it down the wall, she ran for the exit.
"Ha! Thought you could catch…"
Logan's silhouette stood framed in the doorway. A claw appeared on either side of the girl's neck.
"…Me…"
She fainted, and Logan stood aside to let her hit the ground, earning him many glares from the teens.
"What?"
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