----Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evo, I only own Damia AKA Venus. Notes: ^^Thoughts^^, Telepathic Thinking, (Translations)-----

Chapter Two: Mission For The Guild

Rogue stood in the living room of the huge estate; she was getting measured for the dress she was to wear to Mr. Ares birthday celebration, which was in two days. She held her breathe, praying that the woman wouldn't touch her skin. Even though she was covered the fear still held its place in her mind. Finally the woman finished and Rogue was able to leave the room, and find her friend. Damia had said they were going out to dinner and Rogue wanted to be ready.

Rogue walked up the stairway to her room, and smiled when she saw Damia holding a white box in her hand. Rogue noticed the item and looked curiously at her friend. "What is it?"

Damia smiled, and opened the box revealing a semi casual and semi formal dress. "For tonight."

Rogue walked over to Damia who gave her friend the garment. Rogue's eyes were wide at the present. "Ya shouldn't have."

Damia gave a mock sad expression. "You don't like it?"

Rogue laughed at her friend's teasing. "Of course Ah do."

"Then put it on!" Damia insisted.

Rogue nodded but replied "Only if ya put yers on also."

Damia agreed and left to put on her dinner dress, and other accessories. When she returned both stood in front of the large mirror in Rogue's bedroom looking at their reflections. They both looked exquisite in their dresses. Rogue's was an emerald color; hugging her figure showing off her southern beauty. It was sleeveless and strapless and ended about five inches from her knees. She wore matching gloves that passed her elbow. She had pulled her hair into a lose bun with only her white streaks hanging around her face.

"You look lovely." Damia exclaimed as she examined her friend.

"Same ta ya." Rogue smiled as she saw what her friend wore. Damia had on a long black dress with a slit on the left which reached past her knee. It had straps that criss-crossed on her back. She wore gloves similar to those Rogue wore, except they ended a few inches below the elbow. Her hair was left down to grace around her face in its usual fashion.

"Well then shall we go?" Damia smiled and extended her arm for her friend to take.

Rogue nodded and took her friend's arm, and together they left the room.

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A young woman walked briskly in her house. She had long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She walked down the hallway of the second floor of her house. She stopped in front of the door and knock; she waited patiently for an answer.

"Come in!" yelled the male voice.

The girl did as was requested and opened the door to her brother's room. She looked around the room. ^^God, why are all men pigs?^^ The room was cluttered. It had reason to be a mess though; he was packing for a trip and obviously wanted to impress someone. She didn't know much about this someone though. Her brother had been very vague as to the person. All she knew was that it was a girl he met at the institute he know went to instead of the one he had first joined.

"What do you want Kim?" He asked her as he watched her looking at his room disapprovingly.

"Arvo (Good Afternoon) to ya too Johnny." She smiled.

"What do you want?" He asked again glaring at his younger sister.

"Well," She began and took a seat at the chair by his desk, which had papers covered over it. "How about more info on this Sheila." She told him.

John smirked. He knew how nosey his sister was. She loved to gossip, but that wasn't the reason why he hadn't given much detail on the subject of his trip. He was going to tell them, or her, his parents knew already and had sworn not to tell Kim anything. "Why?"

"Everyone is talkin bout it!" she exclaimed. "Please Johnny please." She begged. She hated begging but knew that was the best way to get him to tell. She also shot him her irresistible puppy dog face.

John caved, he couldn't stand that, it was so awful when she made that face. "Stop!" He yelled and threw a pillow at her causing her to duck, and fortunately stopped making the annoying face. "What do ya wanna know?"

"Her name for starters." Kim said matter of factly.

"Damia Eneas." He told her, saying the girl's name caused a smile to form on his face like Kim had never seen.

The young woman sensed something was up with this girl. Maybe it was more than just a crush, but she wanted to find out more before she asked the serious question. "What type of name is that?"

"It's Greek." He shot her a glare.

"Oh," she replied. "So that's why you're going to Greece."

John nodded. "Now will you bugger off?"

Kim shook her head and asked another question. "What does she look like?"

John smiled and went for his wallet, which was in his pants pocket. He retrieved it, and motioned for his sister to come sit on the bed next to him. She did so and looked at what he was showing her. In his wallet was a picture of John and a girl. The girl had curly dark green hair, ivory skin, and golden eyes. She was very beautiful Kim finally concluded. Much better looking than any of the other girls' he had dated.

"She's a Beaut, John." She told him honestly.

"I'm one lucky bloke." He smiled his eyes glued to the picture. He missed her a lot. He was so used to seeing her everyday and it was hard not seeing her. He could hardly wait to go visit her next week. Kim noticed the way he looked at the picture of the girl, and she thought it was very romantic. She also noted that some of the girl's characteristics were well, not exactly normal.

"Is she," Kim didn't know how to phrase the question. She knew what her brother was and couldn't help wondering if she was one also. "the same," she took a deep breath "the same as you?"

John looked at his sister "Yes, she's a mutant too." He knew his sister wasn't prejudice about mutants.

"What can she do?" Kim asked.

"She controls nature, her code name is Venus." He told her.

"Oh," she replied then thought for a moment. ^^Code name? Why?^^ "John, why does she have a code name?"

John pondered for a second and decided that he could trust her with this secret. She might be a gossip but she knew when to shut her mouth. "She's part of a team that helps protect humans from other mutants that think their all that."

"Are you part of that team?" She inquired.

"Yeah, I was her enemy before but things change. Now I'm part of the X-men. That's the name of the team." He explained to her.

"Do you have a code name?" Another question of many.

"Pryo." He stated with a grin.

She smiled. She was anxious to ask the one question that was at the back of her mind. Ever since John had gotten home, he had been sort of off. Like he was missing something, and Kim had a strong feeling it was because of that girl. She took a deep breath then ventured. "Is she the reason you've been actin all off lately?"

John sighed, the way Kim put it made him sound like he was crazy. But he knew she didn't mean it like that, she was just curious. John just nodded. "I'm just so used to seein the Shelia everyday; it's weird not seein her around."

Kim nodded in understanding. Then she ventured yet again and asked. "Is she the one?"

John was silent for a second, a blank expression on his face. For a moment Kim thought he was going to lash out on her. But he didn't. Slowly a smiled crossed his face and he replied. "Yeah, I think she is."

Kim gave him a hug, happy for him. It was nice to see him in good spirits again. Before he had left for the States he had been very down and depressed but when he had come back he seemed much better even with his off- ness because of the girl.

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In a lovely rustic mansion down in New Orleans, a group of thieves met for a meeting. They all sat in a room filled with antique furnishings. A man with reddish brown hair sat on one of the couches in the room. He sat back comfortable with his surroundings. When the last thief entered the room the door was shut and the meeting began.

"Bonsoir." A man with brown hair, and a muscular build said at the front of the room. All eyes focused on him. He was the leader of their group, and he was respected by all. "Je veux obtenir directement au point. J'ai conçu une équipe pour une mission. Cette mission sera d'un niveau plus élevé et exige le meilleur du meilleur. L'équipe est comme suit Andre, Henri, Chandler, Remy, Clement, et moi-même." (I want to obtain directly at the point. I designed a team for a mission. This mission will be of a higher level and requires the best of the best. The team is as follows Andre, Henri, Chandler, Remy, Clement, and myself.)

The people whose names had been called nodded in approval. The man with the reddish brown hair had a smirk of delight on his face.

The leader continued. "Ceux qui ne se sont pas appelés svp sortent la salle. (Those whose names were not mentioned please exit the room.)"

Everyone who had not heard their name swiftly left the room, leaving those who had been selected with the man.

The reddish brown haired man decided to speak as soon as the last person left the room. "Ainsi quelle est la mission? (What's the mission?).

One of the other men in the room smiled. He had similar features to the young thief who had just spoken, and one could tell that the two were close. "Gardez votre pantalon sur Remy." (Keep you pants on Remy.) The man replied.

Remy made a mock hurt face toward the man. "Pourquoi êtes-vous Henri tellement moyen? Ne pas obtenir assez de jeu de votre épouse?" (Why are you so mean Henri? Are you not getting anything from your wife?)

The only woman in the room rolled her eyes at the two men. "Jean-Luc veuillez fermer vos fils avant que je les châtre." (Jean-Luc please shut your sons up before I castrate them.)

Both of the younger men made face at the woman's comment.

"Venez sur Clement, éclairez vers le haut." (Come on Clement, lighten up.) Remy smiled at the older woman who was in her early thirties.

She just grinned and turned her attention back to Jean-Luc. The older man began to explain the mission. Each thief listened intently as the man spoke. Jean-Luc had been contacted by an old friend who knew of a man that would pay handsomely for a very expensive jewel. So Jean-Luc had contacted the man and had gotten the team another job. The jewel was going to be given to the museum in two weeks giving them just enough time to plan and get there. They were then to show up at the party that the museum was having in honor of their new exhibit. After that they had a week to steal the jewel.

As Remy listened, his blood pumped faster he was excited. It had been awhile since he had done a job with the Guild. He hadn't had much time to do major thief gigs while he worked with Magneto. It felt good to be home and back into the job he loved; stealing.

-----Thanks for the wonderful reviews. Sorry for all the French, I know I could have put stars by it and say that it was a different language, but I just don't think that way makes the story flow right. Also my updates will be slow because school has started and you know what that means- HOMEWORK. ARG! Anywho please review. Thanks. ~Alana---