Author's Notes: Read if you want...
Ryu-Sama - *feels back to normal* Did I actually let him do that? Muses are not supposed to get away with those kinda things, right?
Ah, and I got so many reviews! I'm happy.
LeDiz, you reviewed! I feel so loved too. Not chibi anymore! *looks around* Why is everything still big? Oh, and I don't really have -everything- planned out... just a little. And in a crossover/fusion, it's always good to go beyond the conventional pairings, right? *grins, not realizing he's still chibi* And I think Maz knows she's evil...
Max - *wanders out* Did I hear someone say my name?
Ryu - Nope. Just your imagination...
darkest, actually, in the manga, they call him Jounouchi Katsuya. And since it's Japanese, the name is inverted. They call each other, generally, by the family name. The reason that I think they call Yugi "Yugi" is 'cause he's like a kid to the others, even though they're about the same age... I pay a lot of attention to just about anything Japanese, 'cause I'm tryin' ta learn the language. Sorry, though, there -was- something off with the last chapter though. I never actually finished it. *sheepish grin* My bad...
Danyella Skyler Silverfire, ah, my long lost friend, who left me stranded on a backwater planet to cope with the natives. As you know, that is where I met Max. Maz... Well, that's just another long story...
Phe-chan, heheh... Did I mention that at his old school he had to pick the locks on his locker? He still carries the picks... I just haven't had reason to mention that yet... cherry bombs... maybe, but I haven't had a good reason for that yet, either... Braid-boy and Mr. Blue-fuzzy are both cool!
Bri Yami-neko, *blushes* You like it that much?
Warnings for the chapter:
~@~
Quatre had just gotten back from Arabia. The airport was crowded, so, instead of waiting for Abdul, as he should have, he decided to walk around the building.
After a few minutes, his head began to hurt. There were still too many people around him. And his empathy was taking the brunt of what everyone else was feeling. His empathy had never caused him so much trouble before...
He needed to get to a quieter place. He wandered away from the airport. It wasn't a good idea, but he couldn't think clearly with all that was happening around him.
Finally he found a quiet quarter. Probably not the best place to be, but if he needed to, he would be able to sense a malevolent presence coming in his direction.
Too late, he sensed several presences getting into a fight. Their pain was his pain, so when a shot rang out, darkness overcame his vision.
~*~
Remy LeBeau wasn't really sure why he was in New York City. All he knew is that Magneto sent him there. He hadn't even been told what he was supposed to do. Damn Magneto.
He wandered vaguely in the direction of the nearest casino. He was a bit surprised when he heard a gunshot. "Huh?" Without thinking, he found himself running in the direction it came from. It was kind of a surprise to him, when he tripped over something that shouldn't have been in the middle of an alley.
He paused in order to see what it was. Oh, the shock. It was a boy. He didn't look injured, but he was definitely not conscious.
He reached down and turned him over. He looked like he might have been twelve years old, at the most. "Poor cheerun. Wonda what happ'n ta 'im."
Well, he couldn't just leave him there, so he picked him up. He brushed the kid's hair out of his face and gasped in shock, pulling his hand back. "Youch! Mais... I guess I know what's wrong wit'im..." He shook his head to clear it of the pained emotions that had entered when he touched the boy.
He pushed his sunglasses back and frowned. Was this kid why he was here? "Mais, I jes' gotta fin' out, oui?" Poor kid. He still didn't know exactly what was wrong with him, just that the boy was in a lot of pain.
"Ya'd betta be aright, kid. I'd be pissed ta find dat dis wan't worth da trouble."
~*~
Emotions:
-hunger loss alone-
-pain hot pain-
'It hurts so much...'
-pain pain burning pain-
'What happened? Why does it hurt?'
-annoyance worry cool calm reassurance worry-
'Who...?'
-calm comfort worry cool collected-
'The pain's going away...'
-vague annoyance busy worry busy cool calm-
'I'm moving? Where am I?'
-worry need silence calm collected-
'Why?'
-pause curious worry hurry hurry rush-
Quatre was confused. Whoever this was projected his emotions very clearly. Was he doing it on purpose?
~anger frozen cold~
Someone else was there. Not the calm worrier.
~rage cold ice~
-pain hot pain- It burst through the -cool calm collected-ness that was holding him.
Quatre tensed. That couldn't be good...
Then he felt himself fall. And he woke up to the sound of arguing voices.
"Ya din tell me what I was supposed ta do, crotte!" -hot anger pain-
"You were supposed to wait there." ~cold ice frozen rage~
"As if ya told me that. Ya din. So I trip over dis kid! I coulna jes' left 'im there!" -worry anger pain-
"Why not?" ~cold anger~
"'Cause, 'e's like meh!" -pain pain anger-
A silence followed. ~cold options weighing~ "What do you mean, 'like you'?"
"... 'E was feelin' som'n else's pain." A soft gust of breath punctuated the statement. "I done dat 'afore..." -calming cooling anger pain worry-
"You have...?" the voice was cold and questioning.
Quatre tried to pull himself from the emotional maelstrom that surrounded these two. He needed control. He had to block it out, somehow. His eyes opened and the feelings dimmed. Good. He had to pay attention to what was happening.
There was someone standing in front of him. Empathy told him that it was the "calm worrier" as he had labeled the man.
"Oui. Not dat tu need ta know it." -anger calming-
Quatre reached out and calmed down both minds. Thank Allah. That was really starting to get to him.
And his rescuer projected confusion. "Sorry..." Quatre whispered. "That was kinda getting to me..."
The tall redhead leaned down to him. "Is vous alright?"
Quatre blinked. "Yeah. I'm fine... I... Where am I?"
He tilted his head in the direction of the tall silver-haired man that he had been sensing the coldness radiating from. "We're at de crotte's place. 'Lessun 'e says od'awise."
The tall man looked him over. "I suppose you could stay here. Tell me, boy, do you know of the X-Men?"
Quatre blinked. "Yes, but you obviously do, too."
"Are you with them?"
He thought about that. Obviously, it was a loaded question. The redhead became nervous when the question was asked, but made no move to interfere. "Technically, I suppose." The redhead stiffened. He practically radiated nervousness and upset.
"How would you like to be with us?"
Quatre nodded, he saw where this was going. "I think you're trying to manipulate me. I don't choose sides. I have other things to worry about." He rubbed the side of his head. Certainly, he had other things to worry about. He was going to have to do something about his empathy. It seemed to be getting out of control again.
"Ah. Like controlling your abilities, I suppose."
Quatre schooled his face not to show what he was thinking, but by Allah, how he wanted to laugh. "And you are still attempting to manipulate me, I see. You should be glad that I'm not against you." He sighed. That was certainly the truth. This man, who Quatre was starting to think was Magneto, would not be able to handle what Quatre could do to him.
"Really. How's that?"
Quatre sighed. "I could demonstrate."
"Go right on ahead."
Quatre didn't understand it. The man obviously had no idea what his abilities were. Oh well. He pulled up all of the emotions he had felt since that gunshot and compressed them. "Catch," he said, as he threw them at the man.
He keeled over. And Quatre pulled them back. He didn't want to actually hurt the man... not too badly anyway.
"You alright?"
The man sat up and stared at him. "Quite a talent. That actually hurt."
"That wasn't much of what I have. I probably shouldn't have put that much into it..." he stared at his toes.
The red-haired man stared at him. "'Ow'dja do dat?"
Quatre frowned up at him. "I projected."
"I know dat. 'Ow'dja projec' so much at once?"
"I... compressed it. And... uhm... who are you two, anyway?"
The redhead grinned and held out his hand. "Remy LeBeau. 'R Gambit. 'E's Magneto. Crazy ol' fart."
When Quatre took his hand, he was pulled up. "My name is... Quatre Raberba Winner."
"What? Go ta bed!" Remy shook his head in disbelief. "Ain't no way!"
Quatre wasn't exactly sure what the "go ta bed" thing was about, but the general sense of what Remy was saying was that he didn't believe it.
"Ain't no way Gambit picked up dat famous a bra in an -alley-!"
Quatre gazed at him bemusedly. He must have a pretty big reputation in America, for all of that. "I could prove it." He went to pull out his wallet, but found that it wasn't there. "Huh? Where did it go? Allah, it must have been stolen while I was at the airport! My cell's gone too." He frowned. "There went my proof."
Remy laughed. "Fer once, I din do it."
"Could I use a phone?"
Magneto spoke, "We don't have one."
Quatre cursed in Arabic.
Remy scratched the back of his head. "Din think 'bout dat..."
~@~
Ryu-Sama - *completely back to normal* Yeah, I'm stopping here fer now. If the accent was too bad, sorry. I probably exaggerated it, but I was on a site that had a lot of Cajun terms, so I just had ta use them... Oh well... If ya need a translation... tell me.
Ooowhee. What's happening next chapter? Donno yet. Sorry! And remember...
Don't forget to tell me what you think. Is it good? Bad? Did it suck royal ass? Or did you (Kami-sama forgive me for this blasphemy) actually like it?
C'mon people! I live for reviews!! Tell me all! Or else my happy thoughts will go away!! Wah!!!
Max and Ryu - *playing cards*
Max - So... where is Maz?
Ryu - I donno. Haven't heard from 'er since last chap. Why?
Max - I was just wondering.
Ryu - We need her or som'n?
Max - *shrugs* Some readers like romance.
Ryu - Oh. Gottan ace?
Max - Go fish.
Ryu-Sama - *feels back to normal* Did I actually let him do that? Muses are not supposed to get away with those kinda things, right?
Ah, and I got so many reviews! I'm happy.
LeDiz, you reviewed! I feel so loved too. Not chibi anymore! *looks around* Why is everything still big? Oh, and I don't really have -everything- planned out... just a little. And in a crossover/fusion, it's always good to go beyond the conventional pairings, right? *grins, not realizing he's still chibi* And I think Maz knows she's evil...
Max - *wanders out* Did I hear someone say my name?
Ryu - Nope. Just your imagination...
darkest, actually, in the manga, they call him Jounouchi Katsuya. And since it's Japanese, the name is inverted. They call each other, generally, by the family name. The reason that I think they call Yugi "Yugi" is 'cause he's like a kid to the others, even though they're about the same age... I pay a lot of attention to just about anything Japanese, 'cause I'm tryin' ta learn the language. Sorry, though, there -was- something off with the last chapter though. I never actually finished it. *sheepish grin* My bad...
Danyella Skyler Silverfire, ah, my long lost friend, who left me stranded on a backwater planet to cope with the natives. As you know, that is where I met Max. Maz... Well, that's just another long story...
Phe-chan, heheh... Did I mention that at his old school he had to pick the locks on his locker? He still carries the picks... I just haven't had reason to mention that yet... cherry bombs... maybe, but I haven't had a good reason for that yet, either... Braid-boy and Mr. Blue-fuzzy are both cool!
Bri Yami-neko, *blushes* You like it that much?
Warnings for the chapter:
~@~
Quatre had just gotten back from Arabia. The airport was crowded, so, instead of waiting for Abdul, as he should have, he decided to walk around the building.
After a few minutes, his head began to hurt. There were still too many people around him. And his empathy was taking the brunt of what everyone else was feeling. His empathy had never caused him so much trouble before...
He needed to get to a quieter place. He wandered away from the airport. It wasn't a good idea, but he couldn't think clearly with all that was happening around him.
Finally he found a quiet quarter. Probably not the best place to be, but if he needed to, he would be able to sense a malevolent presence coming in his direction.
Too late, he sensed several presences getting into a fight. Their pain was his pain, so when a shot rang out, darkness overcame his vision.
~*~
Remy LeBeau wasn't really sure why he was in New York City. All he knew is that Magneto sent him there. He hadn't even been told what he was supposed to do. Damn Magneto.
He wandered vaguely in the direction of the nearest casino. He was a bit surprised when he heard a gunshot. "Huh?" Without thinking, he found himself running in the direction it came from. It was kind of a surprise to him, when he tripped over something that shouldn't have been in the middle of an alley.
He paused in order to see what it was. Oh, the shock. It was a boy. He didn't look injured, but he was definitely not conscious.
He reached down and turned him over. He looked like he might have been twelve years old, at the most. "Poor cheerun. Wonda what happ'n ta 'im."
Well, he couldn't just leave him there, so he picked him up. He brushed the kid's hair out of his face and gasped in shock, pulling his hand back. "Youch! Mais... I guess I know what's wrong wit'im..." He shook his head to clear it of the pained emotions that had entered when he touched the boy.
He pushed his sunglasses back and frowned. Was this kid why he was here? "Mais, I jes' gotta fin' out, oui?" Poor kid. He still didn't know exactly what was wrong with him, just that the boy was in a lot of pain.
"Ya'd betta be aright, kid. I'd be pissed ta find dat dis wan't worth da trouble."
~*~
Emotions:
-hunger loss alone-
-pain hot pain-
'It hurts so much...'
-pain pain burning pain-
'What happened? Why does it hurt?'
-annoyance worry cool calm reassurance worry-
'Who...?'
-calm comfort worry cool collected-
'The pain's going away...'
-vague annoyance busy worry busy cool calm-
'I'm moving? Where am I?'
-worry need silence calm collected-
'Why?'
-pause curious worry hurry hurry rush-
Quatre was confused. Whoever this was projected his emotions very clearly. Was he doing it on purpose?
~anger frozen cold~
Someone else was there. Not the calm worrier.
~rage cold ice~
-pain hot pain- It burst through the -cool calm collected-ness that was holding him.
Quatre tensed. That couldn't be good...
Then he felt himself fall. And he woke up to the sound of arguing voices.
"Ya din tell me what I was supposed ta do, crotte!" -hot anger pain-
"You were supposed to wait there." ~cold ice frozen rage~
"As if ya told me that. Ya din. So I trip over dis kid! I coulna jes' left 'im there!" -worry anger pain-
"Why not?" ~cold anger~
"'Cause, 'e's like meh!" -pain pain anger-
A silence followed. ~cold options weighing~ "What do you mean, 'like you'?"
"... 'E was feelin' som'n else's pain." A soft gust of breath punctuated the statement. "I done dat 'afore..." -calming cooling anger pain worry-
"You have...?" the voice was cold and questioning.
Quatre tried to pull himself from the emotional maelstrom that surrounded these two. He needed control. He had to block it out, somehow. His eyes opened and the feelings dimmed. Good. He had to pay attention to what was happening.
There was someone standing in front of him. Empathy told him that it was the "calm worrier" as he had labeled the man.
"Oui. Not dat tu need ta know it." -anger calming-
Quatre reached out and calmed down both minds. Thank Allah. That was really starting to get to him.
And his rescuer projected confusion. "Sorry..." Quatre whispered. "That was kinda getting to me..."
The tall redhead leaned down to him. "Is vous alright?"
Quatre blinked. "Yeah. I'm fine... I... Where am I?"
He tilted his head in the direction of the tall silver-haired man that he had been sensing the coldness radiating from. "We're at de crotte's place. 'Lessun 'e says od'awise."
The tall man looked him over. "I suppose you could stay here. Tell me, boy, do you know of the X-Men?"
Quatre blinked. "Yes, but you obviously do, too."
"Are you with them?"
He thought about that. Obviously, it was a loaded question. The redhead became nervous when the question was asked, but made no move to interfere. "Technically, I suppose." The redhead stiffened. He practically radiated nervousness and upset.
"How would you like to be with us?"
Quatre nodded, he saw where this was going. "I think you're trying to manipulate me. I don't choose sides. I have other things to worry about." He rubbed the side of his head. Certainly, he had other things to worry about. He was going to have to do something about his empathy. It seemed to be getting out of control again.
"Ah. Like controlling your abilities, I suppose."
Quatre schooled his face not to show what he was thinking, but by Allah, how he wanted to laugh. "And you are still attempting to manipulate me, I see. You should be glad that I'm not against you." He sighed. That was certainly the truth. This man, who Quatre was starting to think was Magneto, would not be able to handle what Quatre could do to him.
"Really. How's that?"
Quatre sighed. "I could demonstrate."
"Go right on ahead."
Quatre didn't understand it. The man obviously had no idea what his abilities were. Oh well. He pulled up all of the emotions he had felt since that gunshot and compressed them. "Catch," he said, as he threw them at the man.
He keeled over. And Quatre pulled them back. He didn't want to actually hurt the man... not too badly anyway.
"You alright?"
The man sat up and stared at him. "Quite a talent. That actually hurt."
"That wasn't much of what I have. I probably shouldn't have put that much into it..." he stared at his toes.
The red-haired man stared at him. "'Ow'dja do dat?"
Quatre frowned up at him. "I projected."
"I know dat. 'Ow'dja projec' so much at once?"
"I... compressed it. And... uhm... who are you two, anyway?"
The redhead grinned and held out his hand. "Remy LeBeau. 'R Gambit. 'E's Magneto. Crazy ol' fart."
When Quatre took his hand, he was pulled up. "My name is... Quatre Raberba Winner."
"What? Go ta bed!" Remy shook his head in disbelief. "Ain't no way!"
Quatre wasn't exactly sure what the "go ta bed" thing was about, but the general sense of what Remy was saying was that he didn't believe it.
"Ain't no way Gambit picked up dat famous a bra in an -alley-!"
Quatre gazed at him bemusedly. He must have a pretty big reputation in America, for all of that. "I could prove it." He went to pull out his wallet, but found that it wasn't there. "Huh? Where did it go? Allah, it must have been stolen while I was at the airport! My cell's gone too." He frowned. "There went my proof."
Remy laughed. "Fer once, I din do it."
"Could I use a phone?"
Magneto spoke, "We don't have one."
Quatre cursed in Arabic.
Remy scratched the back of his head. "Din think 'bout dat..."
~@~
Ryu-Sama - *completely back to normal* Yeah, I'm stopping here fer now. If the accent was too bad, sorry. I probably exaggerated it, but I was on a site that had a lot of Cajun terms, so I just had ta use them... Oh well... If ya need a translation... tell me.
Ooowhee. What's happening next chapter? Donno yet. Sorry! And remember...
Don't forget to tell me what you think. Is it good? Bad? Did it suck royal ass? Or did you (Kami-sama forgive me for this blasphemy) actually like it?
C'mon people! I live for reviews!! Tell me all! Or else my happy thoughts will go away!! Wah!!!
Max and Ryu - *playing cards*
Max - So... where is Maz?
Ryu - I donno. Haven't heard from 'er since last chap. Why?
Max - I was just wondering.
Ryu - We need her or som'n?
Max - *shrugs* Some readers like romance.
Ryu - Oh. Gottan ace?
Max - Go fish.
