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The Wolverine within the Logan: The Beast within the Beauty
Chapter 5: With the Return of Wolverine
"Jubes ya gotta git all yer junk outta my room so I can sleep tonight."
Wolverine spoke roughly to the air next to Jubilee's shoulder, he was afraid of what he would do if he met her eyes again. Wolverine was still feeling a little more then shaky after the encounter in the wood.
"Ok Wolvie, but there's no need to get all mad over it, I wasn't the one who left without a word in the middle of the night."
Her words stung, but he knew he deserved it after all the hell he put her through. He deserved all her anger.
"Sorry Jubes. I. . . I just. . ."
SNIKT!
"I'll be in the danger room."
He growled darkly, and stalked out, with his claws exposed.
Jubilee sighed, she hadn't meant to make him mad, but she wasn't going to walk on eggshells just because he had an anger problem.
****
Wolverine retracted his claws, he wasn't angry at Jubilee, he was angry at himself. He set the danger room to maximum; he needed the fight to fight the devils within. For anyone else, it would have been too treacherous, but he needed the thrill of the hunt now. He needed to feel the Wolverine.
The Logan sauntered in casually, daring anyone and anything to attack. He wanted, no, he needed to feel death, the Wolverine. He wanted to let out his frustration out, the anger he felt at himself for feeling towards Jubilee in that way. He heard the slightest whispered promise of a noise behind him.
SNIKT!
He saw out of the corner of his eyes, a sniper, a sniper who had just made the mistake of treading on a too dry twig, a mistake he would pay for with his life. The Logan faded, and the Wolverine took over. A moment later, the sniper hit the ground, dead, with nothing to show for his fight with the Wolverine but three neat, oozing holes in his stomach.
Hours later, what seemed only like minutes to the blood thirsty Wolverine, the better part of his rage was gone. Washed away by the blood of the creatures within this program. The Logan stalked out of the danger room, hoping that Jubilee, along with her things would stop reminding him of the temptation of that soft body he had felt only hours earlier.
****
Jubilee threw down her clothes on her former bed, causing the dust from a year of no use puff up into the air. The dust sent her into a sneezing fit, her eyes watering, but the dust wasn't the only reason for the tears in her eyes. Why did the simple presence of Wolverine make her feel like a ticking emotional bomb? She was never this shaky, she prided herself for her composure, but with the return of Wolverine, she felt like a child again.
She surveyed the disaster area called her room. With all the old junk she had left in here before and the new junk she had just thrown in, it looked like a hurricane had just hit the Xavier's School for "Gifted" Children. She sighed, there was no way she was going to be able to sleep in here tonight. She picked up the plaid shirt that had belonged to Wolverine; she hadn't been able to part with it, besides he had plenty of plaid shirts, and dug around the junk in her room until she found a pair of semi-decent shorts. She trod out of the room, feeling drained, and headed towards the bathroom thinking, "I'll get Jean to levitate all this junk out of here and into someplace else tomorrow," but she took it back. She didn't want to ask Jean for any favors just now.
****
Wolverine walked into his room, spent. He took a sweeping look around, and found it remarkably clean, considering that Jubilee had been the one to clean it. "Maybe Jubes got Jean to levitate all her junk outta of here an' into her room where it belongs." Wolverine muttered to himself, still shocked at the neat room in front of him.
He opened his closet door, fearing that everything that had been spewed around this room was now stuffed into the closet, but his fear was in vain. Jubilee had even managed to get his closet into ship shape order. Every shirt was neatly hanging in its hanger, no wait; Wolverine's keen smell told him something was missing. The shirt that Jubilee had been sleeping in, she must have taken it with her. Wolverine smiled, he loved how she used all his things as if they were her own. He found it enduring.
Right now, Wolverine's smell didn't only discover the absent shirt, but he also discovered her smell was everywhere. There was no denying it, she had lived and slept in this room for a whole year, and this sharp, wild and tangy smell could only be hers. He breathed deeply, went under like a man possessed. He fell to his knees and sobbed. What had happened to him? Would his relationship with Jubilee ever be the same? How could he think of her in this way and destroy the best thing in his life?
Wolverine laid down and closed his eyes and concentrated on sleeping. He could fall asleep at anytime, anywhere and wake up at even the slightest hint of a noise. He must have trained himself to do this at some point, because he didn't remember a time when he could not fall asleep on command. It had proved useful in times of battle, but it was no use now. Her smell was permeated in this room, and each time his eyes closed, he dreamed of having her soft body under his hard and ruthless one. He woke again with a jolt. "Gad I hate myself!" he exploded. Wolverine got out of his bed with a thud, and proceeded to pace around the room, hoping it would cure him of his dreams.
****
Jubilee stepped out of the shower, feeling more energetic, and began to blow dry her hair. It was growing really long now, half way down her back. She had wanted to grow out her hair hoping that the long locks would draw Wolverine's attention to her. When he didn't comeback, she just let it grow simply because she didn't want to get it cut. Now he was back, and a hell lotta good her hair had done her, he still saw her as nothing but his kid sister. For a moment there, outside in the forest, she had though she saw something like desire flow through his eyes, but Jubilee knew she had imagined it to make herself feel wanted by the one man she loved. She turned off the blow dryer with a sigh, and studied herself in the mirror.
She was by no means perfect, but she definitely wasn't ugly either. She had been told many times as a child that she was beautiful, but she didn't believe them. She looked too different from everyone else, well she should considering she was Asian, but still. . . she wanted just for once to have flowing blond or red hair. Red like Jean's so that Wolverine may see her as the woman she had become. Not the jet black, stick straight hair that she possessed now.
She sighed again and studied at her eyes. They tilted slightly upwards, like the stereotypical Asian eyes, but they were deep and dark, and hinted of the wisdom that laid behind the shopping rat façade. Her eyebrows were close to perfection thanks to the hours Rogue spent on them, but her nose was too small in her opinion. It wasn't perfect and beautiful like Jean's, but her lips were her favorite feature on her face. They were full, but not to the point where they looked like they would explode. They were. . . nice, but Wolverine would never notice that. She ran her tongue across them tentatively, wondering if Wolverine's hard lips would ever meet hers.
She sighed for the third time and splashed cold water on her face. "Get a grip Jubilation Lee. Look at how pathetic you look, staring at yourself in the bathroom, comparing every part of you to Jean's perfection. You'll never come even close, so don't even think about it. You can never be Jean, and the closest you'll ever get to Wolverine is your 'mutual' brotherly love you share." She scoffed at herself. Who was she trying to fool? There was nothing mutual in the love she and Wolverine shared, she loved him in the way he would never love her.
The Wolverine within the Logan: The Beast within the Beauty
Chapter 5: With the Return of Wolverine
"Jubes ya gotta git all yer junk outta my room so I can sleep tonight."
Wolverine spoke roughly to the air next to Jubilee's shoulder, he was afraid of what he would do if he met her eyes again. Wolverine was still feeling a little more then shaky after the encounter in the wood.
"Ok Wolvie, but there's no need to get all mad over it, I wasn't the one who left without a word in the middle of the night."
Her words stung, but he knew he deserved it after all the hell he put her through. He deserved all her anger.
"Sorry Jubes. I. . . I just. . ."
SNIKT!
"I'll be in the danger room."
He growled darkly, and stalked out, with his claws exposed.
Jubilee sighed, she hadn't meant to make him mad, but she wasn't going to walk on eggshells just because he had an anger problem.
****
Wolverine retracted his claws, he wasn't angry at Jubilee, he was angry at himself. He set the danger room to maximum; he needed the fight to fight the devils within. For anyone else, it would have been too treacherous, but he needed the thrill of the hunt now. He needed to feel the Wolverine.
The Logan sauntered in casually, daring anyone and anything to attack. He wanted, no, he needed to feel death, the Wolverine. He wanted to let out his frustration out, the anger he felt at himself for feeling towards Jubilee in that way. He heard the slightest whispered promise of a noise behind him.
SNIKT!
He saw out of the corner of his eyes, a sniper, a sniper who had just made the mistake of treading on a too dry twig, a mistake he would pay for with his life. The Logan faded, and the Wolverine took over. A moment later, the sniper hit the ground, dead, with nothing to show for his fight with the Wolverine but three neat, oozing holes in his stomach.
Hours later, what seemed only like minutes to the blood thirsty Wolverine, the better part of his rage was gone. Washed away by the blood of the creatures within this program. The Logan stalked out of the danger room, hoping that Jubilee, along with her things would stop reminding him of the temptation of that soft body he had felt only hours earlier.
****
Jubilee threw down her clothes on her former bed, causing the dust from a year of no use puff up into the air. The dust sent her into a sneezing fit, her eyes watering, but the dust wasn't the only reason for the tears in her eyes. Why did the simple presence of Wolverine make her feel like a ticking emotional bomb? She was never this shaky, she prided herself for her composure, but with the return of Wolverine, she felt like a child again.
She surveyed the disaster area called her room. With all the old junk she had left in here before and the new junk she had just thrown in, it looked like a hurricane had just hit the Xavier's School for "Gifted" Children. She sighed, there was no way she was going to be able to sleep in here tonight. She picked up the plaid shirt that had belonged to Wolverine; she hadn't been able to part with it, besides he had plenty of plaid shirts, and dug around the junk in her room until she found a pair of semi-decent shorts. She trod out of the room, feeling drained, and headed towards the bathroom thinking, "I'll get Jean to levitate all this junk out of here and into someplace else tomorrow," but she took it back. She didn't want to ask Jean for any favors just now.
****
Wolverine walked into his room, spent. He took a sweeping look around, and found it remarkably clean, considering that Jubilee had been the one to clean it. "Maybe Jubes got Jean to levitate all her junk outta of here an' into her room where it belongs." Wolverine muttered to himself, still shocked at the neat room in front of him.
He opened his closet door, fearing that everything that had been spewed around this room was now stuffed into the closet, but his fear was in vain. Jubilee had even managed to get his closet into ship shape order. Every shirt was neatly hanging in its hanger, no wait; Wolverine's keen smell told him something was missing. The shirt that Jubilee had been sleeping in, she must have taken it with her. Wolverine smiled, he loved how she used all his things as if they were her own. He found it enduring.
Right now, Wolverine's smell didn't only discover the absent shirt, but he also discovered her smell was everywhere. There was no denying it, she had lived and slept in this room for a whole year, and this sharp, wild and tangy smell could only be hers. He breathed deeply, went under like a man possessed. He fell to his knees and sobbed. What had happened to him? Would his relationship with Jubilee ever be the same? How could he think of her in this way and destroy the best thing in his life?
Wolverine laid down and closed his eyes and concentrated on sleeping. He could fall asleep at anytime, anywhere and wake up at even the slightest hint of a noise. He must have trained himself to do this at some point, because he didn't remember a time when he could not fall asleep on command. It had proved useful in times of battle, but it was no use now. Her smell was permeated in this room, and each time his eyes closed, he dreamed of having her soft body under his hard and ruthless one. He woke again with a jolt. "Gad I hate myself!" he exploded. Wolverine got out of his bed with a thud, and proceeded to pace around the room, hoping it would cure him of his dreams.
****
Jubilee stepped out of the shower, feeling more energetic, and began to blow dry her hair. It was growing really long now, half way down her back. She had wanted to grow out her hair hoping that the long locks would draw Wolverine's attention to her. When he didn't comeback, she just let it grow simply because she didn't want to get it cut. Now he was back, and a hell lotta good her hair had done her, he still saw her as nothing but his kid sister. For a moment there, outside in the forest, she had though she saw something like desire flow through his eyes, but Jubilee knew she had imagined it to make herself feel wanted by the one man she loved. She turned off the blow dryer with a sigh, and studied herself in the mirror.
She was by no means perfect, but she definitely wasn't ugly either. She had been told many times as a child that she was beautiful, but she didn't believe them. She looked too different from everyone else, well she should considering she was Asian, but still. . . she wanted just for once to have flowing blond or red hair. Red like Jean's so that Wolverine may see her as the woman she had become. Not the jet black, stick straight hair that she possessed now.
She sighed again and studied at her eyes. They tilted slightly upwards, like the stereotypical Asian eyes, but they were deep and dark, and hinted of the wisdom that laid behind the shopping rat façade. Her eyebrows were close to perfection thanks to the hours Rogue spent on them, but her nose was too small in her opinion. It wasn't perfect and beautiful like Jean's, but her lips were her favorite feature on her face. They were full, but not to the point where they looked like they would explode. They were. . . nice, but Wolverine would never notice that. She ran her tongue across them tentatively, wondering if Wolverine's hard lips would ever meet hers.
She sighed for the third time and splashed cold water on her face. "Get a grip Jubilation Lee. Look at how pathetic you look, staring at yourself in the bathroom, comparing every part of you to Jean's perfection. You'll never come even close, so don't even think about it. You can never be Jean, and the closest you'll ever get to Wolverine is your 'mutual' brotherly love you share." She scoffed at herself. Who was she trying to fool? There was nothing mutual in the love she and Wolverine shared, she loved him in the way he would never love her.