Fox tilted his head just slightly, rapping softly on the door, waiting for Chameleon to respond.
"Come in," she called softly from within the room. The door was heavy but unlocked.
Fox entered the room, smirking as he shut the door behind him. "Was told ya couldn' live withouh me," he said in a tone that implied the joke that lay in the words.
She chuckled a bit. "Something like that... Lock the door, would you? Some of these kids like to come find someone to read them a bedtime story and open every door that isn't bolted."
Fox tilted his head, locking the door before he stepped forward, "So how ya feelin'?"
She was sitting up - a good sign. "Better... Much better, thank you. It was mostly just bumps and bruises. Jean has a good beside manner. I'll be good as new probably by tomorrow."
Fox nodded roughly in response, standing, but looking for a good place to sit. "Daz good," he said softly, grinning. "I been worried 'bout ya."
She slid slightly over in the bed. "Sit, please," she said as she offered him the edge of the soft silk bed to sit down on.
Fox sat down then, feeling a bit awkward in that he had nothing to say.
She leaned back against the pillows, looking up at him. "..." She sighed a little. "Look... Fox... about.. what I said before... I meant... mean.. what I said... and I understand your fleetingness about the whole... situation. You didn't exactly ask to be in it... or give signs that you were prepared to be..." She looked away in a bit of shame.
Fox tilted his head, wishing he had a suitable response, wishing he had a way to put to words what he actually felt, wishing he could understand that himself. As it stood he just sat there, utterly silent, looking down.
"... I... I don't think I had the right to say it... Even though I meant it." She rubbed the back of her neck.
"No," Fox said finally, "dat ya most def'nately 'ad da right ta say. I jus wish, 'ow I felt could be put ta words so simply."
She looked up at him, a little confusion in her eyes at his words. "... What do you mean, Fox?" she asked carefully.
Fox sighed softly, "I.. I mean," he paused, putting his head into his hand for a long moment as he tried to think. "I mean I'm jus' confused."
She gently touched his shoulder, stroking his back, and her movements were so gentle, they didn't hurt. she didn't say a word - what could she say to that without fear of pushing him away?
Fox's eyes drifted up from the floor to her and he shook his head. "'Ow cin I love when it 'urts ta get close," he questioned softly after the long silence.
She carefully pulled her arm against his shoulder. "... I know you're hurt, Fox... I hurt for you... What Stone did... it was so wrong... It took all my will power to not strangle the SOB for what he did to you... If I could stop him from what he'd done... even if it meant you wouldn't be here with me... I would do it in an instant..."
Fox sighed softly, leaning closer to her. He could think of no response to give her...
She sighed slowly. "Fox..." She swallowed sharply, still holding him. "... I want to kiss you again.." she whispered softly, but this time, she didn't wait for permission. It was only a warning. She gently took his face in her hand, and kissed him. To his surprise, he felt no pain at all. Rather, the now familiar tingle of her secondary power was in use. All he could feel from her was her passion, for him, and him alone. "Don't hate me, Fox," she pleaded as she broke the kiss, only to kiss him again, expecting nothing in return, but her own personal frustrations, the long for his touch, was almost too much for her to bare.
Fox was too startled at first to do anything in response but two things drove him to finally kiss back when she kissed the second time, deepening it. First, the emotions stirred up by the kiss itself, and second, the wonder of so complex a texture without pain for feeling it.
She shuddered when he finally kissed her back, her hand touching him through his clothing softly, and still he felt no pain. Apparently, neither did she. The love within her swelled up in her heart, her pulse quickening in her chest, and her skin slightly flushed. "Fox.." she purred against his mouth, urging him, in an almost curious plea.
Fox stopped abruptly at her voice, pulling back, panting a bit at the emotions that were surging through him in curious disarray. To hear her say his name brought some measure of guilt. Had he done something wrong? Or had that even been the intent, was his stopping now wrong? He just didn't know...
She stared at him, panting, her beautiful eyes sparkling in the moonlight, as large and bright as the finest cut emeralds. She swallowed, her face still flush, pulse still hammering. "Fox.. W-What's wrong? Why did you stop?" she whispered.
Fox sighed, shaking his head, it had been wrong, all wrong. He shouldn't have pulled away, and now he couldn't bring himself to reverse it. "I thought I'd done somet'in' wrong," he responded softly, "thoughtcha 'ad wan'ed me ta stop..." He winced lightly, it sounded like he was blaming her now.
She slid fully to his side, and touched his shoulders, bringing her cheek to his and whispering, "You can't do wrong with me, Fox..." Again, the touch held no pain. She was taking it, and it had watered down so far into her system, she couldn't even feel it. For the first time in his life, he could touch and be touched without pain. She kept this in mind as she wrapped her arms around him in a gentle embrace of understanding. How unsure he must be now...
Fox sighed softly, remaining close, neither pulling away nor pulling closer, out of verbal responses, and just remaining. He was confused, and the confusion only seemed to be growing with the emotions that overwhelmed him.
She gently sighed at his lack of reaction, and kissed his cheek softly. "I'm sorry, Fox... I'm sorry." She slowly slid away. "You can stay or leave... Either way... I won't do that again unless you ask me to... I promise..." She looked ashamed, eyes focused on her hands playing with themselves on the blanket that had settled over her lap.
Fox glanced back towards her, eyes pained, a hint of red betraying salt water tears that, though they hadn't been enough to fall, they had been enough to burn. "Dun be sorry, ya did nuttin' wrong, I assumed, I made de mistake, notcha." He stood up, "I'm a foo' Chameleon, dun waste yer love on me..." He turned from her again, leaving the room.
"Fox...! Please, don't go!" But he was already gone. She stared at the door for a long moment, and began to sob as she threw herself down, cursing herself for whatever it was she'd done this time.
As Fox left the room, a rather surprised Hank was passing by after coming from Jean Grey's private laboratory. "... What are you still doing awake, Fox?" he asked almost cautiously.
Fox blinked, head tilted for a long moment. "I'm 'eaded ta my room... Didn' know 'ow late 'twas"
Hank took in a deep breath, and his eyes narrowed a little. "What happened?"
Fox shrugged lightly. "Doesn' matteh," he responded simply, before moving to pass Hank.
Hank watched him a moment, then sighed. He could smell Chamille's tears through the door, and let a low growl protrude. He left the female dorm, and went to his own laboratory.
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That night, while Fox lay on his bed, he felt the familiar presence of the girl who loved him in the room, invisible, lest the other boys see her. She didn't say anything... but she knew he knew she was there.
Fox's eyes drifted open to find her, though he had a feeling they wouldn't. He could hear her and feel the shift in air, but, not see. He stood quietly from his bed, going from room to hallway to see if she'd follow. He didn't know what he'd say, but he knew he needed to apologize, even if he didn't understand how he'd done wrong, he knew he'd hurt her when he'd left, he'd heard her through the door. He just hadn't been able to face it, not yet.
When the door closed and he stood in the hallway, she shifted her power and revealed herself. She looked up at him, deathly silent, and very still. There was so much she wanted to say...
Fox sighed softly. "I'm sorry," he began at scarce above a whisper, "I cah 'bout ya, I jus'... I'm nah worth yer time." His voice and words fell short, almost devoured by thick silence. He almost seemed to want to say more, but couldn't rend into the silence that had fallen.
She took his face in her hands, the slight tingle of her power whispering through his body, no pain again. She gently pulled him to where he was looking at her, and she looked up into his eyes. "Shouldn't I be the one to decide who is worth my time and who isn't?" she whispered. "... I love you, Fox... That isn't going to change..."
Fox sighed again as he met her eyes, "Yeah, guess de choice is yers, buh... I'm jus' so los'," he finally admitted, his gaze pulling away from hers.
She slowly stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. "... Why can't I be the one to find you, Fox?" she gently whispered, almost pleading. She wanted more than anything to understand... to understand him.
Fox tilted his head, surprised by her answer. "Please fin' me," she finally said, words seeming to have to scratch their way over his throat, bright eyes gone soft and pleading, adding a genuine quality to his plea... He brought his hand up to her cheek as well, no gloves on to prevent the stroke of skin on skin. "I need ya," came the admission as he stilled his fingers partially down her cheek.
She leaned slightly toward his tough, and still, he felt no pain. Only the gentle softness of her cheek, slightly flushed with the emotion in his words. Tears of an entirely different kind were forming in her eyes, and she looked up into his face, her hand sliding softly down his cheeks and to his shoulders. "I will do everything I can to find you, Fox," she promised.
Fox smiled just slightly, letting his hand drop. "Thanks," he replied, simply and completely, feeling as though it left a void, but knowing it was all the response he could give.
She pulled her arms around him and hugged him almost tightly. Still, no pain came to him. "I'm sorry I can't help you right now, Fox..." she murmured
Fox shrugged just softly, stiffening some in the hug though he did his best to hug back, "Ya 'ave 'elped me, more den ya know."
She pulled back, and softly brushed a little of his hair from his forehead, smiling ever so gently up at him, eyes still wet, but no longer threatening to cry. "Jeez, I'm tempted to offer my room to you. It isn't nearly so noisy on that side of the building," she joked as she gestured toward the door, where the sounds of three sleeping boys could easily be hear.
Fox smirked and shrugged "I spent 'alf my life in motel rooms, I used ta noise."
She gently nods, and touches his cheek again. He'd refused her offer, but that's alright, she thought. They had plenty of time. She stroked his hair again, and dropped her arms. "Well, my door is always open, Fox..."
Fox nodded just slightly. "I'll remembeh dat," he replied softly.
After a short paused, she leaned up and kissed his lips tenderly. "Sleep well, Fox... I'll see you in the morning for breakfast, okay?"
Fox nodded softly, "Kay," he began, turning back towards his room, "'Night Chameleon..."
"Good night, Fox..." She smiled and activated her power as she made her way back towards her room.
Fox didn't bother shifting, considering how nearby his room was. He returned quietly to his bed, laying down and staring up at the ceiling. Fighting sleep because he wanted to think.. but losing.
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Morning came quicker than he realized, once he actually did fall asleep. The sound of the boys waking easily woke him. The sun had already risen in the eastern sky.
Fox sat up in his bed, giving the slightest hint of a yawn as he moved to his feet, getting on what few items of clothing he didn't habitually sleep in. He still hadn't managed to talk to Professor Xavier about his schedule, so he had a feeling that might be on his agenda for the morning.
The other boys, his new roommates, were bustling around, getting ready. Mark flashed here and there in search of his shoes. Neo was carefully tying his shoes, feeling carefully to not tie a not, and Travis was brushing his teeth as he watched Mark with amusement.
Fox just tilted his head at everything, wondering where he'd managed to kick his own shoes, fortunately not far, and thus he was ready pretty quickly.
Neo stood up, and Travis helped him out. Mark waited for Fox. "Comin' roomie?" he asked comically.
Fox tilted his head just slightly, eyes narrowing as he debated acting more immature then was his standard and sticking out his tongue. Instead he merely shrugged in response, moving for the door.
He smiled a little, and moved with his new roommate out towards the dining area. There was a soft pause, before Mark spoke again. "... So you and Chamille...?" He left it wide open
Fox's eyebrow went up just slightly. "Ah a subjec' ya trod on at yer own risk," he responded simply, coolly. He was too confused about the subject to discuss it, and thus would avoid it.
He grinned a little. "She's a sweet little thing... She's stuck on you somethin' terrible though. We have a training class together, for all I've known her, yer all she talks about." The younger boy grinned.
Fox tilted his head back at the boy. "Yeah, dat seems ta be de general feelin' I run 'cross," he replied, voice trailing off as he moved to get far enough ahead of Mark that he didn't have to talk to him, at the moment seeming to forget what Mark's ability was.
Mark was at his side in a second. "Well, is it mutual? Hmm?" he asked almost eagerly.
Fox sighed softly, "She's all I got in de wo'ld, ain't dat 'enough fer ya?" And with that he seemed to disappear, shifting to hide, his eyes fallen shut as he relied souly on the more sensitive ears to tell when the boy was gone.
"Aww, c'mon, Fox, I was just askin'!" Mark whined as he stopped and looked around for Fox, who was nowhere to be seen
Fox didn't reappear, though he didn't move either, just holding still, listening, waiting. If he moved his skin would have to shift colors again and likely give him away.
Mark sighed, and teleported away, guessing Fox had moved on as well. The hall was silent.
Fox risked opening his eyes before he reappeared, slitting them open just slightly at first, but letting them slide open fully when he saw nothing, his color shifting back to normal as he walked through the hall.
In the extended dining room, kids here and their gathered their breakfasts, those that ate and weren't nocturnal that is, and settled down. The sound was not loud, but enough to gently tingle his ears.
Fox grabbed what food he wanted, eyes drifting about for Chameleon before he even considered sitting down.
Chameleon was off to one side, eating contently alone. She never had made many friends at the school, preferring private training and solitude to the bustle of teen girl gossip and giggles about bedroom antics.
Fox smirked just slightly, heading across the room to join her, setting his plate down before smirking more widely. "Waz a pretty girl like ya doin' alone," he questioned smoothly, an odd edge lacing his tone with a playful touch.
She looked up at him, and smiled just as playfully. "Why, waiting for some good lookin' guy such as yourself to join me, of course," she answered in almost a purr, her emerald green eyes sparkling a little in the morning sun.
Fox's smirk shifted into a lopsided grin as he sat down beside her, "Well daz good, since I planned ta sit 'ere anyway."
She chuckled. "Good answer." She winked a bit, and smiled, picking up her toast again and finishing what she'd started.
Fox started to work on his own food, grinning just slightly as he ate.
She smiled gently at him, finishing up her hot cereal and toast, and waited for him to finish too. "So has Mark driven you completely insane yet?"
Fox shook his head, "Nah, he's about dat close though," he muttered, holding gloved fingers very close to each other.
She giggled softly. "Don't let him get to you. He's a pain in the ass, but he means well."
"I'll make a note ah dat nex' time I wanna kill 'im," he responded simply.
She laughed out loud at that, giggling as she looked up at him again. "Don't worry, I wanna kill him too at times..."
Fox just grinned in response, working on his food again.
As Chameleon waited, a flash appeared, and they both thought that Mark had come to taunt them again. But instead, a blue figure was crouching on the table about a meter down, grinning a white smile. "Hallo," he said cheerfully with a very thick accent. His blue skin was covered in scars, thick angelic marks.
Fox failed in holding back a startled yelp as the figure appeared, his skin shifting slightly for a moment. He tilted his head curiously, eyeing the newcomer up and down. "Hey," he replied roughly, curiously.
The newcomers tail twitched back and forth with amusement as his new classmates reaction to his teleport. "I am Kurt... but people call me Nightcrawler. You must be Fox, no?" He grinned his white grin wider.
Fox gave a slight nod, "Yeah, daz me aight."
He almost laughed. "You talk almost like ze Cajun, no?" He chuckled again. Remy was one of his good friends, so it was not an insult. No more than a statement. "Chameleon here... She talks a lot when she has time and thought pattern. You're quite popular around here, you know."
Fox just tilted his head at the first part, shifting that to a nod. "Yeah so e'eryone 'as said," he replied.
He waved his three-fingered hand and grinned again. "I must be going, finish my routine. I will see you again later." He grinned, and was gone with a puff of smoke.
Fox tilted his head as he left. "Interestin' schoo'," he muttered softly, glancing down at his near finished breakfast, wondering if he'd manage to finish without any more interruptions.
She chuckled. "It's completely full of mutant students, run by mutant teachers. What did you expect." She grinned widely at him.
Fox just shrugged, "I didn' know what ta 'spect, dun e'en have a normah schoo' ta compare ih ta."
"Probably for the best. It's the 'normal' schools that worry me." She looked up as the clock struck eight. It was time for classes. "C'mon, chere!" Remy called as the other students already began to file out. "Ya trainin' 'waits." Chameleon leaned forward and gave Fox a small kiss on the cheek. "Good luck with the professor," she purred, and then hurried after the group.
Fox tilted his head just slightly, eyeing the food, what was him and this new trend of never managing to finish meals? He stood up, head from the table, head tilted still as he waited to be led to... well.. where he needed to be... considering he had no clue.
Rogue eyed him, and paused. "Sugah, I think it's time ya see the professor. He was askin' about you this mornin'. He has a schedule for ya all set out... Ya wannan escort?"
Fox shrugged, "I cin fin' my way, but an escort might speed thin's up a bit."
She chuckled a little, and nodded. "Follow me then, sugah." She led him out of the kitchen, and into the hallway
Fox nodded, following directly behind the woman.
Rogue couldn't help but snicker as she saw Remy throw her an evil glare at seeing her with the newcomer. She shook her head a bit, but said nothing on it. Down the hall, she led him to Xavier's office.
Fox caught more then she showed catching, the glare, the snicker. He smirked lightly, having to wipe it off his face when they reached Xavier's office.
"Come in," she called softly from within the room. The door was heavy but unlocked.
Fox entered the room, smirking as he shut the door behind him. "Was told ya couldn' live withouh me," he said in a tone that implied the joke that lay in the words.
She chuckled a bit. "Something like that... Lock the door, would you? Some of these kids like to come find someone to read them a bedtime story and open every door that isn't bolted."
Fox tilted his head, locking the door before he stepped forward, "So how ya feelin'?"
She was sitting up - a good sign. "Better... Much better, thank you. It was mostly just bumps and bruises. Jean has a good beside manner. I'll be good as new probably by tomorrow."
Fox nodded roughly in response, standing, but looking for a good place to sit. "Daz good," he said softly, grinning. "I been worried 'bout ya."
She slid slightly over in the bed. "Sit, please," she said as she offered him the edge of the soft silk bed to sit down on.
Fox sat down then, feeling a bit awkward in that he had nothing to say.
She leaned back against the pillows, looking up at him. "..." She sighed a little. "Look... Fox... about.. what I said before... I meant... mean.. what I said... and I understand your fleetingness about the whole... situation. You didn't exactly ask to be in it... or give signs that you were prepared to be..." She looked away in a bit of shame.
Fox tilted his head, wishing he had a suitable response, wishing he had a way to put to words what he actually felt, wishing he could understand that himself. As it stood he just sat there, utterly silent, looking down.
"... I... I don't think I had the right to say it... Even though I meant it." She rubbed the back of her neck.
"No," Fox said finally, "dat ya most def'nately 'ad da right ta say. I jus wish, 'ow I felt could be put ta words so simply."
She looked up at him, a little confusion in her eyes at his words. "... What do you mean, Fox?" she asked carefully.
Fox sighed softly, "I.. I mean," he paused, putting his head into his hand for a long moment as he tried to think. "I mean I'm jus' confused."
She gently touched his shoulder, stroking his back, and her movements were so gentle, they didn't hurt. she didn't say a word - what could she say to that without fear of pushing him away?
Fox's eyes drifted up from the floor to her and he shook his head. "'Ow cin I love when it 'urts ta get close," he questioned softly after the long silence.
She carefully pulled her arm against his shoulder. "... I know you're hurt, Fox... I hurt for you... What Stone did... it was so wrong... It took all my will power to not strangle the SOB for what he did to you... If I could stop him from what he'd done... even if it meant you wouldn't be here with me... I would do it in an instant..."
Fox sighed softly, leaning closer to her. He could think of no response to give her...
She sighed slowly. "Fox..." She swallowed sharply, still holding him. "... I want to kiss you again.." she whispered softly, but this time, she didn't wait for permission. It was only a warning. She gently took his face in her hand, and kissed him. To his surprise, he felt no pain at all. Rather, the now familiar tingle of her secondary power was in use. All he could feel from her was her passion, for him, and him alone. "Don't hate me, Fox," she pleaded as she broke the kiss, only to kiss him again, expecting nothing in return, but her own personal frustrations, the long for his touch, was almost too much for her to bare.
Fox was too startled at first to do anything in response but two things drove him to finally kiss back when she kissed the second time, deepening it. First, the emotions stirred up by the kiss itself, and second, the wonder of so complex a texture without pain for feeling it.
She shuddered when he finally kissed her back, her hand touching him through his clothing softly, and still he felt no pain. Apparently, neither did she. The love within her swelled up in her heart, her pulse quickening in her chest, and her skin slightly flushed. "Fox.." she purred against his mouth, urging him, in an almost curious plea.
Fox stopped abruptly at her voice, pulling back, panting a bit at the emotions that were surging through him in curious disarray. To hear her say his name brought some measure of guilt. Had he done something wrong? Or had that even been the intent, was his stopping now wrong? He just didn't know...
She stared at him, panting, her beautiful eyes sparkling in the moonlight, as large and bright as the finest cut emeralds. She swallowed, her face still flush, pulse still hammering. "Fox.. W-What's wrong? Why did you stop?" she whispered.
Fox sighed, shaking his head, it had been wrong, all wrong. He shouldn't have pulled away, and now he couldn't bring himself to reverse it. "I thought I'd done somet'in' wrong," he responded softly, "thoughtcha 'ad wan'ed me ta stop..." He winced lightly, it sounded like he was blaming her now.
She slid fully to his side, and touched his shoulders, bringing her cheek to his and whispering, "You can't do wrong with me, Fox..." Again, the touch held no pain. She was taking it, and it had watered down so far into her system, she couldn't even feel it. For the first time in his life, he could touch and be touched without pain. She kept this in mind as she wrapped her arms around him in a gentle embrace of understanding. How unsure he must be now...
Fox sighed softly, remaining close, neither pulling away nor pulling closer, out of verbal responses, and just remaining. He was confused, and the confusion only seemed to be growing with the emotions that overwhelmed him.
She gently sighed at his lack of reaction, and kissed his cheek softly. "I'm sorry, Fox... I'm sorry." She slowly slid away. "You can stay or leave... Either way... I won't do that again unless you ask me to... I promise..." She looked ashamed, eyes focused on her hands playing with themselves on the blanket that had settled over her lap.
Fox glanced back towards her, eyes pained, a hint of red betraying salt water tears that, though they hadn't been enough to fall, they had been enough to burn. "Dun be sorry, ya did nuttin' wrong, I assumed, I made de mistake, notcha." He stood up, "I'm a foo' Chameleon, dun waste yer love on me..." He turned from her again, leaving the room.
"Fox...! Please, don't go!" But he was already gone. She stared at the door for a long moment, and began to sob as she threw herself down, cursing herself for whatever it was she'd done this time.
As Fox left the room, a rather surprised Hank was passing by after coming from Jean Grey's private laboratory. "... What are you still doing awake, Fox?" he asked almost cautiously.
Fox blinked, head tilted for a long moment. "I'm 'eaded ta my room... Didn' know 'ow late 'twas"
Hank took in a deep breath, and his eyes narrowed a little. "What happened?"
Fox shrugged lightly. "Doesn' matteh," he responded simply, before moving to pass Hank.
Hank watched him a moment, then sighed. He could smell Chamille's tears through the door, and let a low growl protrude. He left the female dorm, and went to his own laboratory.
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That night, while Fox lay on his bed, he felt the familiar presence of the girl who loved him in the room, invisible, lest the other boys see her. She didn't say anything... but she knew he knew she was there.
Fox's eyes drifted open to find her, though he had a feeling they wouldn't. He could hear her and feel the shift in air, but, not see. He stood quietly from his bed, going from room to hallway to see if she'd follow. He didn't know what he'd say, but he knew he needed to apologize, even if he didn't understand how he'd done wrong, he knew he'd hurt her when he'd left, he'd heard her through the door. He just hadn't been able to face it, not yet.
When the door closed and he stood in the hallway, she shifted her power and revealed herself. She looked up at him, deathly silent, and very still. There was so much she wanted to say...
Fox sighed softly. "I'm sorry," he began at scarce above a whisper, "I cah 'bout ya, I jus'... I'm nah worth yer time." His voice and words fell short, almost devoured by thick silence. He almost seemed to want to say more, but couldn't rend into the silence that had fallen.
She took his face in her hands, the slight tingle of her power whispering through his body, no pain again. She gently pulled him to where he was looking at her, and she looked up into his eyes. "Shouldn't I be the one to decide who is worth my time and who isn't?" she whispered. "... I love you, Fox... That isn't going to change..."
Fox sighed again as he met her eyes, "Yeah, guess de choice is yers, buh... I'm jus' so los'," he finally admitted, his gaze pulling away from hers.
She slowly stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. "... Why can't I be the one to find you, Fox?" she gently whispered, almost pleading. She wanted more than anything to understand... to understand him.
Fox tilted his head, surprised by her answer. "Please fin' me," she finally said, words seeming to have to scratch their way over his throat, bright eyes gone soft and pleading, adding a genuine quality to his plea... He brought his hand up to her cheek as well, no gloves on to prevent the stroke of skin on skin. "I need ya," came the admission as he stilled his fingers partially down her cheek.
She leaned slightly toward his tough, and still, he felt no pain. Only the gentle softness of her cheek, slightly flushed with the emotion in his words. Tears of an entirely different kind were forming in her eyes, and she looked up into his face, her hand sliding softly down his cheeks and to his shoulders. "I will do everything I can to find you, Fox," she promised.
Fox smiled just slightly, letting his hand drop. "Thanks," he replied, simply and completely, feeling as though it left a void, but knowing it was all the response he could give.
She pulled her arms around him and hugged him almost tightly. Still, no pain came to him. "I'm sorry I can't help you right now, Fox..." she murmured
Fox shrugged just softly, stiffening some in the hug though he did his best to hug back, "Ya 'ave 'elped me, more den ya know."
She pulled back, and softly brushed a little of his hair from his forehead, smiling ever so gently up at him, eyes still wet, but no longer threatening to cry. "Jeez, I'm tempted to offer my room to you. It isn't nearly so noisy on that side of the building," she joked as she gestured toward the door, where the sounds of three sleeping boys could easily be hear.
Fox smirked and shrugged "I spent 'alf my life in motel rooms, I used ta noise."
She gently nods, and touches his cheek again. He'd refused her offer, but that's alright, she thought. They had plenty of time. She stroked his hair again, and dropped her arms. "Well, my door is always open, Fox..."
Fox nodded just slightly. "I'll remembeh dat," he replied softly.
After a short paused, she leaned up and kissed his lips tenderly. "Sleep well, Fox... I'll see you in the morning for breakfast, okay?"
Fox nodded softly, "Kay," he began, turning back towards his room, "'Night Chameleon..."
"Good night, Fox..." She smiled and activated her power as she made her way back towards her room.
Fox didn't bother shifting, considering how nearby his room was. He returned quietly to his bed, laying down and staring up at the ceiling. Fighting sleep because he wanted to think.. but losing.
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Morning came quicker than he realized, once he actually did fall asleep. The sound of the boys waking easily woke him. The sun had already risen in the eastern sky.
Fox sat up in his bed, giving the slightest hint of a yawn as he moved to his feet, getting on what few items of clothing he didn't habitually sleep in. He still hadn't managed to talk to Professor Xavier about his schedule, so he had a feeling that might be on his agenda for the morning.
The other boys, his new roommates, were bustling around, getting ready. Mark flashed here and there in search of his shoes. Neo was carefully tying his shoes, feeling carefully to not tie a not, and Travis was brushing his teeth as he watched Mark with amusement.
Fox just tilted his head at everything, wondering where he'd managed to kick his own shoes, fortunately not far, and thus he was ready pretty quickly.
Neo stood up, and Travis helped him out. Mark waited for Fox. "Comin' roomie?" he asked comically.
Fox tilted his head just slightly, eyes narrowing as he debated acting more immature then was his standard and sticking out his tongue. Instead he merely shrugged in response, moving for the door.
He smiled a little, and moved with his new roommate out towards the dining area. There was a soft pause, before Mark spoke again. "... So you and Chamille...?" He left it wide open
Fox's eyebrow went up just slightly. "Ah a subjec' ya trod on at yer own risk," he responded simply, coolly. He was too confused about the subject to discuss it, and thus would avoid it.
He grinned a little. "She's a sweet little thing... She's stuck on you somethin' terrible though. We have a training class together, for all I've known her, yer all she talks about." The younger boy grinned.
Fox tilted his head back at the boy. "Yeah, dat seems ta be de general feelin' I run 'cross," he replied, voice trailing off as he moved to get far enough ahead of Mark that he didn't have to talk to him, at the moment seeming to forget what Mark's ability was.
Mark was at his side in a second. "Well, is it mutual? Hmm?" he asked almost eagerly.
Fox sighed softly, "She's all I got in de wo'ld, ain't dat 'enough fer ya?" And with that he seemed to disappear, shifting to hide, his eyes fallen shut as he relied souly on the more sensitive ears to tell when the boy was gone.
"Aww, c'mon, Fox, I was just askin'!" Mark whined as he stopped and looked around for Fox, who was nowhere to be seen
Fox didn't reappear, though he didn't move either, just holding still, listening, waiting. If he moved his skin would have to shift colors again and likely give him away.
Mark sighed, and teleported away, guessing Fox had moved on as well. The hall was silent.
Fox risked opening his eyes before he reappeared, slitting them open just slightly at first, but letting them slide open fully when he saw nothing, his color shifting back to normal as he walked through the hall.
In the extended dining room, kids here and their gathered their breakfasts, those that ate and weren't nocturnal that is, and settled down. The sound was not loud, but enough to gently tingle his ears.
Fox grabbed what food he wanted, eyes drifting about for Chameleon before he even considered sitting down.
Chameleon was off to one side, eating contently alone. She never had made many friends at the school, preferring private training and solitude to the bustle of teen girl gossip and giggles about bedroom antics.
Fox smirked just slightly, heading across the room to join her, setting his plate down before smirking more widely. "Waz a pretty girl like ya doin' alone," he questioned smoothly, an odd edge lacing his tone with a playful touch.
She looked up at him, and smiled just as playfully. "Why, waiting for some good lookin' guy such as yourself to join me, of course," she answered in almost a purr, her emerald green eyes sparkling a little in the morning sun.
Fox's smirk shifted into a lopsided grin as he sat down beside her, "Well daz good, since I planned ta sit 'ere anyway."
She chuckled. "Good answer." She winked a bit, and smiled, picking up her toast again and finishing what she'd started.
Fox started to work on his own food, grinning just slightly as he ate.
She smiled gently at him, finishing up her hot cereal and toast, and waited for him to finish too. "So has Mark driven you completely insane yet?"
Fox shook his head, "Nah, he's about dat close though," he muttered, holding gloved fingers very close to each other.
She giggled softly. "Don't let him get to you. He's a pain in the ass, but he means well."
"I'll make a note ah dat nex' time I wanna kill 'im," he responded simply.
She laughed out loud at that, giggling as she looked up at him again. "Don't worry, I wanna kill him too at times..."
Fox just grinned in response, working on his food again.
As Chameleon waited, a flash appeared, and they both thought that Mark had come to taunt them again. But instead, a blue figure was crouching on the table about a meter down, grinning a white smile. "Hallo," he said cheerfully with a very thick accent. His blue skin was covered in scars, thick angelic marks.
Fox failed in holding back a startled yelp as the figure appeared, his skin shifting slightly for a moment. He tilted his head curiously, eyeing the newcomer up and down. "Hey," he replied roughly, curiously.
The newcomers tail twitched back and forth with amusement as his new classmates reaction to his teleport. "I am Kurt... but people call me Nightcrawler. You must be Fox, no?" He grinned his white grin wider.
Fox gave a slight nod, "Yeah, daz me aight."
He almost laughed. "You talk almost like ze Cajun, no?" He chuckled again. Remy was one of his good friends, so it was not an insult. No more than a statement. "Chameleon here... She talks a lot when she has time and thought pattern. You're quite popular around here, you know."
Fox just tilted his head at the first part, shifting that to a nod. "Yeah so e'eryone 'as said," he replied.
He waved his three-fingered hand and grinned again. "I must be going, finish my routine. I will see you again later." He grinned, and was gone with a puff of smoke.
Fox tilted his head as he left. "Interestin' schoo'," he muttered softly, glancing down at his near finished breakfast, wondering if he'd manage to finish without any more interruptions.
She chuckled. "It's completely full of mutant students, run by mutant teachers. What did you expect." She grinned widely at him.
Fox just shrugged, "I didn' know what ta 'spect, dun e'en have a normah schoo' ta compare ih ta."
"Probably for the best. It's the 'normal' schools that worry me." She looked up as the clock struck eight. It was time for classes. "C'mon, chere!" Remy called as the other students already began to file out. "Ya trainin' 'waits." Chameleon leaned forward and gave Fox a small kiss on the cheek. "Good luck with the professor," she purred, and then hurried after the group.
Fox tilted his head just slightly, eyeing the food, what was him and this new trend of never managing to finish meals? He stood up, head from the table, head tilted still as he waited to be led to... well.. where he needed to be... considering he had no clue.
Rogue eyed him, and paused. "Sugah, I think it's time ya see the professor. He was askin' about you this mornin'. He has a schedule for ya all set out... Ya wannan escort?"
Fox shrugged, "I cin fin' my way, but an escort might speed thin's up a bit."
She chuckled a little, and nodded. "Follow me then, sugah." She led him out of the kitchen, and into the hallway
Fox nodded, following directly behind the woman.
Rogue couldn't help but snicker as she saw Remy throw her an evil glare at seeing her with the newcomer. She shook her head a bit, but said nothing on it. Down the hall, she led him to Xavier's office.
Fox caught more then she showed catching, the glare, the snicker. He smirked lightly, having to wipe it off his face when they reached Xavier's office.
