Author's Notes: Read if you want...

Ryu-Sama - If Remy's accent bothered ya much, I'm sorry. But my excuse is that it was from Quatre's POV. Since Quatre is Arabic, I figure it'd be a bit harder fer him ta understand the accents. So, if it's from an American's POV, he'll be easier ta understand. But da weird phrases will stay. I went ta a site that had Cajun phrases and stuff on it. I just had ta use them. *sticks out tongue*

Another thing I'm sorry about. I took me forever ta get this chapter out... But thank you fer reading anyway. *sniffles* I got some really loyal fans out there, somewhere...

Danyella Skyler Silverfire, utter randomness. Ya liked da last one? Ya didn't really say... Evil me? *bats eyelashes innocently* What da ya mean?

Bri Yami-neko, *sighs* phew... I was kinda worried about that one. Loovely complements. Much thankies.

LeDiz, Huh? Where'd I put Maz? She ran off of her own free will... haven't seen her since chapter five... Fer a muse, she's sure irresponsible... Didja like my portrayal of Remy? I'm not sure I did it right... Of course I'll keep going! As long as I get a few reviews fer each chapter I'm happy. I always start on the next chapter when the last chapter gets its first review. *grins and hugs back* Yer so mice ta me... Eh... nice... not mice... Heheh...

ShimmeryAngelStone, Eh... Thanks! *grins*

Warnings for the chapter: I just realized that I forgot to do this last time... *huh*

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As part of Magneto's team, the Acolytes, John had seen some pretty strange stuff. This had to take the cake, though. Remy LeBeau was... dancing to -very- loud music ("Get Busy", actually), in his bedroom, with the door wide open. It was the perfect opportunity for revenge. Just get a video recorder...

~It's all good girl turn me on

'Til da early morn'

let's get it on

let's get it on 'til a early morn'

girl it's all good just turn me on~

He ran down the hall, clutching one of his flamethrowers protectively. He never noticed Quatre, sitting dejectedly at the table. When he came running back with his prize, he didn't notice Quatre staring at him, or following him. He did notice when Quatre reached the door with him, though. The little guy was easy to miss, unfortunately, at the best of times, though. He grinned at Remy, who wasn't paying any attention to the door.

~Yo, Shake dat ting

Miss Kana Kana shake dat ting

Yo, Annabella shake dat ting

Miss Donna Donna~

Looking down at Quatre, he noticed that the small blonde seemed to find this almost as amusing as he did. He nudged the shorter boy. "Crikey, it's no wonda, really, that he's got all those chicks chasin' 'im around. If I were a girl, I'd probably do it too... But, I'm a man, soo... Instead, I try'n embarrass the hell outta him..."

Quatre smiled. Yes, he found the visual quite amusing. But what's on the surface isn't always what's going on underneath.

His senses told him that there was a reason behind the dancing. Remy was a very angry man. If Quatre wanted to guess why Remy was so angry, he would have said that he probably had a fight with Magneto.

The man next to him, with the maniacal grin and fiery red hair, he was certain had nothing to do with Remy's mood. In fact, the redhead's mind reflected both his expression, and what he'd said. Although, Quatre did detect a hint of "revenge" here.

So Quatre nudged him back, "What did he do to you?"

"He gave my room a gorgeous paintjob. Worst color you could imagine. Neon pink."

Quatre blinked. "What's wrong with pink?"

John stared. Another -male- had just asked him what was wrong with -pink-! What the fuck? He did a double-take. The kid was wearing a pink shirt. Oh. Maybe he was gay? "Th..."

"Although... Neon... I would have to agree. Too bright of colors hurt the eyes."

"Sorry, mate... didn't get that. Did you just ask me what was wrong with pink?"

"Yes. I did. And I happen to think that the shade of pink I'm wearing is quite nice, really."

John shuddered. He, honestly, could not imagine himself wearing that color. Yuck.

Quatre decided to ignore Pyro. The funny thing, is that while they were arguing, Remy had noticed them.

Without warning, John found a gloved hand wrapped around his neck. "Gah?"

"John. Y' should know Remy don't like y' botherin' 'im. Why y' got da recorder, homme?"

John choked and spluttered. Damn Cajun's hands were a little too strong for his neck to handle. "Fer da... *gack* room, sah..."

When Remy put him down, he ran. Like a bat outta hell, actually. He all but flew down the hall, rocketing past Victor Creed and the old dude, whose name he couldn't remember. "I think he's gonna kill me!!!" he screamed, hoping they could understand him. "Help!!!"

Remy was pissed. That ravet sure did have it coming. "When Remy get 'is 'ands on y', yer gonna wish 'e'd strangled y' afore!"

And then he ran into Victor Creed. None of them actually called him Victor because the name didn't suit the man. The called him Sabertooth. "What did he do?"

"'E got that feckin' video! I'm gonna kill 'im!"

Now some people have accused Victor of being a slow man. He wasn't really, and he figured that he had the situation figured out. The Australian had obviously recorded something that Remy didn't want seen. That meant it had to be embarrassing.

"No. Instead, we're going to see what's on that video that's so interesting that you'd kill your own teammate over it."

Remy tried to hit him, but the way Victor was holding him left no room for even moving his arms. "Lemme go! I'm wanna kill 'im!"

~*~

So, they wound up watching the video, laughing, mostly because of Remy's complaints. He was actually a fairly good dancer. The thing that got the most laughter was the part at the end, where Quatre and John had been arguing. Remy was still promising John an untimely end.

Basically, everything went back to normal. Except that Quatre was there.

Things stayed this way for the rest of the day... but the day after, someone woke Quatre up at three in the morning.

"Huh? What do you want?" Quatre stared into the dark. He couldn't see who it was that had woken him up. "Who is it?"

"Eh? Y' can' see me? Y' got bad eyes, eh?"

Remy. It was Remy. "My eyes aren't bad... I just don't have night-vision like you Americans all seem to..." He sighed, "My roommate thought it was funny."

"It'd be... but we gotta hurry."

"Why?"

"Crotte Magneto jes' ain't doin' it fer me any more." Quatre heard him move. "Are y' dressed?"

"My shirt's on the table. So's my vest."

"'Ere y' go." Cloth hit him in the face.

"Thanks..." He put it on carefully, hoping that it wasn't inside out.

"John's comin' wit' us."

"Where we going?"

"Town. Ain't stayin' 'ere ta deal with that crotte. Bec mon chu, Magneto." He didn't sound very happy.

Quatre stared at the glowing numbers on the clock across from him, "Why so early?"

"'Cause I did som'n stupid."

"John's joining us, 'cause?"

"Cooyon pissed off Vic, now 'is flamethrowers are broke. Bon à rien Australian. Think 'e'll take anever ta fix da damn things."

"Just so you know. I can't see anything, right now."

"Nuttin?"

"Nothing."

"'Bout da clock?"

"The numbers. Only because they're glowing."

"Damn." Remy moved around a bit. "'Ere, bougre. Step easy."

Quatre stood and shuffled in the direction of his voice. And almost yelled when he was lifted from the ground.

"'Ey, bougre, easy. Doen wanna wake ever'n up, non?"

Quatre smacked him between the shoulders. "I'd feel more dignified tripping over the table."

"Dis way y' doen make much noise."

"But!"

~*~

So, they had found the girl. It had taken a while, but when Jean projected reassurance to her, she had come out fairly easily. She was a cute little kid, too. Ten years old, as the Prof. had said. She was a were-cat. Cool stuff. And her abilities seemed to have come out very early, too.

Kurt sat at the bench. Any minute, Pietro would drop Duo at the table, probably on it, and Duo would start talking about his latest "date". Kurt wasn't in the mood for it today, though.

Sure enough, Duo got dropped off right as he finished that thought. Odd thing, though, was his hair was down. "Vhat's with za hair, today?"

Duo wrinkled his nose as he pulled out a couple of candy bars. "Someone... stole my... hair-tie. Kinda mad... about that, too. It... was my fav." He munched on his candy bars as he spoke.

"Ja? Vhen vas zis?"

"Middle of first. What's wrong? Usually you'd be laughin' about that."

"............."

"C'mon man. I'm here for ya."

Kurt frowned at his half eaten lunch. He wasn't sure what it was, and normally, he wouldn't care, but today, it just wouldn't settle in his stomach. He pushed his lunch tray away from himself and leaned back. "One word for you. Katzchen."

"Dump ya?"

"Ve veren't dating. It's just... never mind."

"You like her? Or is it that everyone thinks you like her?"

"Including her. I like her, ja, just not dat vay, really."

"Figured. Everyone thinks so, 'cause you're always flirting with her. You like Tabby more. I can tell."

Kurt jumped. "How...?"

Duo shrugged, "Just figures. You get along with her better than you do anyone else. But, I don't think she's the one for you, either."

"Zen who is?" Kurt almost whined. He stopped himself, if only for the fact that it would be bad for his image.

"Donno. Wanda's kinda cool. Maybe..."

Kurt shook his head. "No... sorry, but I'm terrified of her."

"Yeah... Lance said she fried that one guy... Katsuya. For... what was it? Commenting on her shirt, he said."

"See vhy I'm scared? She does not know za meaning of 'self-control'. You say one word out of line and -zap!- you can't use your power any more!"

"'Till she lets go... but yeah. I think I'd steer clear of her too..."

Kurt nodded. "So, vhat happened?"

"Huh? Oh, the date... We went to the water park, and I got chlorine in my hair... Good thing it didn't go green. I'm proud of my hair. We ate at a cheapo restaurant, and I took a nap at the beach..."

"What beach? Ve don't have on near here!"

"Oh... Just... a beach. He's really fast, ya know. Faster than any car could ever hope to be. I don't know what he did while I took a nap, but there was a nice sand trench a little ways from me when I woke up..." Duo grinned. "So I come to the conclusion that he was pacing."

Kurt chuckled. The thought of Pietro pacing while waiting for Duo, who slept like a log (at least during the day), to wake up was funny. Although, he almost felt sorry for Pietro.

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Max and Ryu - *watching TV*

Ryu - So.... Ya know where Maz went?

Max - *eating popcorn* No... Do you?

Ryu - No. That's why I asked you.

Max - So? I am watching television. Now leave me alone. *eats some more popcorn*

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Max - What now?

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Max - What?

Ryu - Why are we watching Golden Girls?

Max - *anime sweatdrops*