Okay, ya'll being mean and not reviewing. I am gonna start taking that
personal. Okay I am over it. Her we go chap four. One more time I
reiterate please do not harm me for where my muse leads me.
#4 The Date
**Greetings my X-Men** Prof. Xavier "said" to his students as they stood in front of him. They all looked rather tired for nine in the morning, but this was a Saturday morning, and they had been having a sanctioned party last night. **I realize it is rude of me to wake you this early but I need six volunteers for a small reconnaissance mission tonight. There is no danger, but it will require some special stealth. Those who do not wish to participate may leave, but the last six in the room will be on the mission. Make your decision now.**
Four of students rushed for the door. Scott stayed because he was of course Scott, Jean stayed because she knew what the mission was, Remy stayed because Jean had held him by the arm to stay and he had fallen asleep standing up (Remy had had a later night than most. He had been trying to find a way into the girls dorms, but kept getting caught by the short teacher with claws), Kitty stayed because Scott stayed, Kurt stayed because Kitty stayed, and Rouge stayed because she was simply to tired to move.
**Excellent,** the professor said, despite the fact that he was disappointed at some of the reasons for staying, **You will be doing reconnaissance on a small restaurant in town which seems to be mutant friendly. I want you to split into male-female pairs and examine it on the pretense of dates. I will leave the pairing to you.**
No sooner had the professor made the statement than Kitty called out, "I got Scott!"
Scott was polite enough not to look disappointed, but the professor nearly scolded Scott for the language that he was receiving. Jean turned to Remy and said, "Well I look to old for it to be appropriate for me to go with Kurt, so I guess you're stuck with me Cajun."
"Oh, Cherie, you not hear a word complaint on dat, sho nuff." Gambit said as he bowed and kissed Jean's hand. She giggled, and Remy tickled. Scott fumed.
Kurt's golden eyes fell to the ground with his heart. His depression was interrupted however by a sarcastic southern drawl, "Aw, now stop it Kurt. Ya gonna make a girl blush. No, no, don't act too excited."
By this time the others had left and he and Rouge were walking out alone. He apologized, "Sorry Fräulein Rouge. I am being just like Kitty vas last night."
"With a tiny exception," Rouge interjected, "ah aint head over heels for ya, like ya'll are fer her."
"Jya, das es true." Kurt conceded, "Am I dat obvious?"
"Couldn't be more unless you start stealin her undies and chainin yerself ta her leg."
"How eembaressing."
Later that night in the restaurant Genosha Café, the groups had arrived at different times and were all waiting for their main courses. The tables will be referred to thusly; table one, or t1 seated Remy and Jean, t2 seated Scott and Kitty, and t3 seated Kurt and Rouge. It was decided that they would each experience the restaurant in a different guise. The occupants of t1 were a closet mutant couple, Remy Kept his shades on, to see if the proprietors pressed with questions. T2 were normal people, to see the difference in treatment if any. And finally t3, because it contained Kurt, was an openly mutant couple.
At t1 Gambit flirted openly with Jean and she laughed as she knew he didn't mean most of it. When she would tell him to ease it down, though he might not have gotten the message as she had tears in her eyes, he would simply tell her, "Professa said make it look like a real date, so dat what Remy doin. Tonight cherie, Je prendrai vous vous placez n'a jamais vu, »
"What did you just say to me?" Jean said liking the way the French rolled seductively right off his tongue.
"Remy say," He explained, "'I take you places you neva been."
"Hmm," Jean said, making sure to press her lips together in what she thought was a sexy way, "I just might like it there."
Over at t2 Scott was doing nothing but staring at Jean and Remy. He jaw was clenched and, though no one could tell, his eyes were fixed unmoving on the two as Remy and Jean played footsie under the table. Suddenly he was hit by a small French fry. He turned to see Kitty looking at him in a rather sore manner.
"You know Scott," she began, "You are like being such a jerk. You are supposed to, like, be acting like your, like, on a date with me. Not, like, stalking your best-friend on her date. You are acting, like, all totally big brother on her. She, like, can totally take care of, like, herself."
"You're right Kit-Kat," Scott said using the nickname Kitty's parents had told him about when he had gone on the recruiting assignment to pick her up. She blushed from embarrassed pink to rageful scarlet. Scott smiled and said, "So what were you saying?"
"Well," Kitty said, happy to be talking about herself again, but this time with someone listening, "Jubilee and me got the same hair cut on purpose, like totally my idea. But then Dazzler came along, like a total a week later, got like the same hair-cut, and says she like had the original idea. Like how totally lame is that. I mean I don't mind sharing the fashion, but that like totally is rude taking all the credit when she like totally. . ." but she had lost her audience once more.
At t3 Kurt was sitting facing Kitty over Rouge's shoulders. She leaned in and whispered in mock seriousness, "Ya know, I don't know 'bout in Germany Kurt, but here we look aur dates in the face, not the shoulder."
Kurt blushed indigo and looked down at the table. He apologized again, " sorry Fräulein Rouge. I guess I am not a very gut date."
"Naw," Rouge said, desperate that her "date" not slip into depression, "Hey you are probably the best one out of the three. At least you wus lookin at mah shoulder and not mah chest. You are probably the best gentleman uv the batch." She had succeeded in getting Kurt to smile, which unfortunately revealed his fangs, "So come on, show me some of yer moves, you know, get this chick to dig the fuzzy dude."
Kurt practically beamed, he took her gloved hand in his three fingered one and said, "Vell first I vould say, 'most say dat French is de language of love, but I tink German es,' den I vould look into you eyes and say, 'Ihre Augen stellen den Sterne Mond und Sonne zu Schande'"
"And what exactly does that mean?"
"It means 'Your eyes put the moon and the stars and the sun to shame'"
"Wow, that's good. If Kitty ever gets her head outta her butt, she'll be a very lucky girl."
Once again Kurt blushed indigo. He looked at his "date" and for the first time realized how beautiful she looked tonight. She was wearing a black evening gown and white gloves that reached up to the middle of her upper arms. Her hair was up in a thousand different curls, with the gossamer bangs framing her face. her make-up was made to accentuate her darker features.
Kurt said without thinking, "Mein Gott Ihres schönes,"
"What?" Rouge asked.
Kurt blushing, now his head was starting to look like a furry plum, "oh, I said, 'my got you're beautiful'"
"Nah," she said patting his three-fingered hand, "I aint a looker. Besides, if ya touch me you'd be laid out fer a week."
"Es wäre wert es," Kurt said grasping her hand. Rouge didn't have to ask what that one meant. The rest of dinner Kurt never looked back over at Kitty, he only took his eyes away from Rouge's when his first love came; food.
The evening ended without any apparent major incidents. Scott got more food thrown at him for his inattentiveness, Remy and Jean kissed before she left down the girls only hallway, which was guarded at night closely by Mr. Logan Ms. Munroe.
Kurt left early with Rouge, she thought it was her fault but he explained, "Nein liebling, I haf mass in de morning. I neva miss. It is something I do to remain vit Got."
Rouge didn't know what to say. She had given up on god a long time ago, when she learned that she would never again be able to touch another living creature. She had heard that Kurt went to church in town, but had assumed that they were simply rumors. Kurt had many following him that he did not know of, most cruel. Rouge ran her gloved hand over Kurt's furry cheek. she placed her hand over his mouth and kissed the back of her hand, "Naht Kurt." With that she turned and walked back to her room. As she passed Mr. Logan she waved at him and said, "Naht Wolverine. See ya in the danger room tumarra."
Logan waved at Rouge as she headed down the hall, it was well known that they had a special bond; neither knowing much about their own pasts. He turned to Kurt and growled. Kurt withered under Logan's expertly delivered "evil eye". He waved meekly and said, "Gute Nacht," as he bamfed away.
Well?!?! What do you guys think? Yes these romantic pairings will continue for a while. But things shall eventually be set right if I get some reviews. So R/R. By the way, next chap we find out that the restaurant wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Next chap: Demon Devout.
BTW: Es wäre wert es* means *it would be worth it
#4 The Date
**Greetings my X-Men** Prof. Xavier "said" to his students as they stood in front of him. They all looked rather tired for nine in the morning, but this was a Saturday morning, and they had been having a sanctioned party last night. **I realize it is rude of me to wake you this early but I need six volunteers for a small reconnaissance mission tonight. There is no danger, but it will require some special stealth. Those who do not wish to participate may leave, but the last six in the room will be on the mission. Make your decision now.**
Four of students rushed for the door. Scott stayed because he was of course Scott, Jean stayed because she knew what the mission was, Remy stayed because Jean had held him by the arm to stay and he had fallen asleep standing up (Remy had had a later night than most. He had been trying to find a way into the girls dorms, but kept getting caught by the short teacher with claws), Kitty stayed because Scott stayed, Kurt stayed because Kitty stayed, and Rouge stayed because she was simply to tired to move.
**Excellent,** the professor said, despite the fact that he was disappointed at some of the reasons for staying, **You will be doing reconnaissance on a small restaurant in town which seems to be mutant friendly. I want you to split into male-female pairs and examine it on the pretense of dates. I will leave the pairing to you.**
No sooner had the professor made the statement than Kitty called out, "I got Scott!"
Scott was polite enough not to look disappointed, but the professor nearly scolded Scott for the language that he was receiving. Jean turned to Remy and said, "Well I look to old for it to be appropriate for me to go with Kurt, so I guess you're stuck with me Cajun."
"Oh, Cherie, you not hear a word complaint on dat, sho nuff." Gambit said as he bowed and kissed Jean's hand. She giggled, and Remy tickled. Scott fumed.
Kurt's golden eyes fell to the ground with his heart. His depression was interrupted however by a sarcastic southern drawl, "Aw, now stop it Kurt. Ya gonna make a girl blush. No, no, don't act too excited."
By this time the others had left and he and Rouge were walking out alone. He apologized, "Sorry Fräulein Rouge. I am being just like Kitty vas last night."
"With a tiny exception," Rouge interjected, "ah aint head over heels for ya, like ya'll are fer her."
"Jya, das es true." Kurt conceded, "Am I dat obvious?"
"Couldn't be more unless you start stealin her undies and chainin yerself ta her leg."
"How eembaressing."
Later that night in the restaurant Genosha Café, the groups had arrived at different times and were all waiting for their main courses. The tables will be referred to thusly; table one, or t1 seated Remy and Jean, t2 seated Scott and Kitty, and t3 seated Kurt and Rouge. It was decided that they would each experience the restaurant in a different guise. The occupants of t1 were a closet mutant couple, Remy Kept his shades on, to see if the proprietors pressed with questions. T2 were normal people, to see the difference in treatment if any. And finally t3, because it contained Kurt, was an openly mutant couple.
At t1 Gambit flirted openly with Jean and she laughed as she knew he didn't mean most of it. When she would tell him to ease it down, though he might not have gotten the message as she had tears in her eyes, he would simply tell her, "Professa said make it look like a real date, so dat what Remy doin. Tonight cherie, Je prendrai vous vous placez n'a jamais vu, »
"What did you just say to me?" Jean said liking the way the French rolled seductively right off his tongue.
"Remy say," He explained, "'I take you places you neva been."
"Hmm," Jean said, making sure to press her lips together in what she thought was a sexy way, "I just might like it there."
Over at t2 Scott was doing nothing but staring at Jean and Remy. He jaw was clenched and, though no one could tell, his eyes were fixed unmoving on the two as Remy and Jean played footsie under the table. Suddenly he was hit by a small French fry. He turned to see Kitty looking at him in a rather sore manner.
"You know Scott," she began, "You are like being such a jerk. You are supposed to, like, be acting like your, like, on a date with me. Not, like, stalking your best-friend on her date. You are acting, like, all totally big brother on her. She, like, can totally take care of, like, herself."
"You're right Kit-Kat," Scott said using the nickname Kitty's parents had told him about when he had gone on the recruiting assignment to pick her up. She blushed from embarrassed pink to rageful scarlet. Scott smiled and said, "So what were you saying?"
"Well," Kitty said, happy to be talking about herself again, but this time with someone listening, "Jubilee and me got the same hair cut on purpose, like totally my idea. But then Dazzler came along, like a total a week later, got like the same hair-cut, and says she like had the original idea. Like how totally lame is that. I mean I don't mind sharing the fashion, but that like totally is rude taking all the credit when she like totally. . ." but she had lost her audience once more.
At t3 Kurt was sitting facing Kitty over Rouge's shoulders. She leaned in and whispered in mock seriousness, "Ya know, I don't know 'bout in Germany Kurt, but here we look aur dates in the face, not the shoulder."
Kurt blushed indigo and looked down at the table. He apologized again, " sorry Fräulein Rouge. I guess I am not a very gut date."
"Naw," Rouge said, desperate that her "date" not slip into depression, "Hey you are probably the best one out of the three. At least you wus lookin at mah shoulder and not mah chest. You are probably the best gentleman uv the batch." She had succeeded in getting Kurt to smile, which unfortunately revealed his fangs, "So come on, show me some of yer moves, you know, get this chick to dig the fuzzy dude."
Kurt practically beamed, he took her gloved hand in his three fingered one and said, "Vell first I vould say, 'most say dat French is de language of love, but I tink German es,' den I vould look into you eyes and say, 'Ihre Augen stellen den Sterne Mond und Sonne zu Schande'"
"And what exactly does that mean?"
"It means 'Your eyes put the moon and the stars and the sun to shame'"
"Wow, that's good. If Kitty ever gets her head outta her butt, she'll be a very lucky girl."
Once again Kurt blushed indigo. He looked at his "date" and for the first time realized how beautiful she looked tonight. She was wearing a black evening gown and white gloves that reached up to the middle of her upper arms. Her hair was up in a thousand different curls, with the gossamer bangs framing her face. her make-up was made to accentuate her darker features.
Kurt said without thinking, "Mein Gott Ihres schönes,"
"What?" Rouge asked.
Kurt blushing, now his head was starting to look like a furry plum, "oh, I said, 'my got you're beautiful'"
"Nah," she said patting his three-fingered hand, "I aint a looker. Besides, if ya touch me you'd be laid out fer a week."
"Es wäre wert es," Kurt said grasping her hand. Rouge didn't have to ask what that one meant. The rest of dinner Kurt never looked back over at Kitty, he only took his eyes away from Rouge's when his first love came; food.
The evening ended without any apparent major incidents. Scott got more food thrown at him for his inattentiveness, Remy and Jean kissed before she left down the girls only hallway, which was guarded at night closely by Mr. Logan Ms. Munroe.
Kurt left early with Rouge, she thought it was her fault but he explained, "Nein liebling, I haf mass in de morning. I neva miss. It is something I do to remain vit Got."
Rouge didn't know what to say. She had given up on god a long time ago, when she learned that she would never again be able to touch another living creature. She had heard that Kurt went to church in town, but had assumed that they were simply rumors. Kurt had many following him that he did not know of, most cruel. Rouge ran her gloved hand over Kurt's furry cheek. she placed her hand over his mouth and kissed the back of her hand, "Naht Kurt." With that she turned and walked back to her room. As she passed Mr. Logan she waved at him and said, "Naht Wolverine. See ya in the danger room tumarra."
Logan waved at Rouge as she headed down the hall, it was well known that they had a special bond; neither knowing much about their own pasts. He turned to Kurt and growled. Kurt withered under Logan's expertly delivered "evil eye". He waved meekly and said, "Gute Nacht," as he bamfed away.
Well?!?! What do you guys think? Yes these romantic pairings will continue for a while. But things shall eventually be set right if I get some reviews. So R/R. By the way, next chap we find out that the restaurant wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Next chap: Demon Devout.
BTW: Es wäre wert es* means *it would be worth it
