Risty: In your totally unbiased opinion, eh? Well, I liked writing the Kyle/Amara scene, and expect more soon.
Animeluvr: I know about the beast thing, i just have been to lazy to change it. As for the roomy thing. Your justification is in this chapter.
Chapter 18: Heart's in Motion Make Lot's of Fluff
It was the day after Amara's change, and Bobby was acting rather strange, in Kyle's honest opinion. He had been moved to room with Bobby after the realization that, if Sam cannonballed in the room by accident, Kyle would never be able to get out of the way.
He looked over at the bed, where Bobby was lying. In fact, he had been lying there all day. And all of yesterday. Well, not all of yesterday, he only started lying there...
OOOOOHHHHH!
Kyle suddenly was b*tchslapped with the realization of why Bobby was just lying there. He shook his head, and decided that this situation called for heavy artillery. He left his room, and began walking down the far wall, his hand running along at eye level. One other advantage of living with Bobby was that they had the far end of the hall. Thus, he would eventually pass Jubilee's room.
Speak of the devil.
Jubilation Lee, 'Sparky' and Tabitha Smith, 'Firecracker'. Yep, that's them.
Kyle knocked on the door to the room. A muffled "Just a sec!" rang from inside the room. The door swung open, and Tabby's voice spoke.
"Oh... Hey Kyle, wassup?"
He smiled. Even though she was occasionally destructive, and sometimes had little thought or concern for other's safety, Tabby was a good person. She just needed time and understanding. And not to be smacked down by Jean and Scott every other day.
But, Kyle had a mission, and for it, he needed to talk to Jubilee, not dwell on Tabby's destructive tendencies. "Could I speak to Jubilee?"
Tabby nodded, and, a few seconds later, Jubilee stood in front of Kyle.
"What's up?"
Kyle gave a flick of his head towards the end of the hall, his way of indicating 'That way.'
Jubilee nodded, knowing she would eventually get an explanation, and the two began to walk. After Kyle and Jubilee reached the kitchen, Kyle leaned back against the counter, and finally began to speak.
"I think Bobby still blames himself about what happened to 'Mara yesterday."
Jubilee looked at Bobby, her expression one of shock.
"I know, it sound's stupid, but he hasn't moved from his bed since it happened. Hell, he hasn't even spoken, and Bobby is never that quiet."
Jubilee realized, looking back on it, that he was right.
"So, what do you want me to do?"
Kyle smirked, he didn't know how he knew that what had been a hunch was right, but it was.
"Talk to him. You're the only person he'd listen to. That's been proven multiple times. Remember, you were the only one who could convince him that covering Wolverine's bike in shaving cream was a bad idea."
Jubilee nodded, shaking at the thought of what Wolverine's reaction would have been.
"I'll talk to him."
Kyle nodded, and said, "I'll be in the Rec Room."
With that, Kyle left the kitchen, confident that Jubilee would do just what she said she would.
As he left, the Professor watched Kyle carefully. He was getting an odd feeling from Kyle. It nagged at his mental senses, almost like he was a telepath. But, the problem was, it didn't feel like telepathy.
The Professor shook his head. For now, he would watch. Besides, the emanations weren't very strong. In fact, compared to Jean and himself, the difference was that of a valley to Mt. Everest.
Back in the kitchen, Jubilee finally garnered her courage, and headed off to talk to Bobby. She walked through the hallway, and finally reached the door to the room that he and Kyle shared.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door, and saw that,
indeed, Bobby was lying on the bed, facing away from the door, in the same
clothes as yesterday.
Jubilee walked into the room, and sat down on the bed behind him. Bobby didn't even turn around; he knew it was Jubilee. He wouldn't be able to say later how he knew, he just knew. He had known she was there, about the point she opened the door.
"Every time I close my eyes, I see 'Mar dropping to the ground, shivering." He said, in a deathly quiet voice.
Jubilee looked at the young boy in front of her. She began to simply rub a hand on his back comfortingly.
"I mean," continued the frozen pranker, "I never try to hurt people. I actually go out of my way not to."
She was now staring at the boy, and, going over a mental catalogue, she realized that this was the first prank that could even be possibly looked at as one that hurt someone.
"But, this one... I mean... I never thought that 'Mar..." Then, to Jubilee's amazement, Iceman, Tactical Leader of the New Mutants, broke down in tears.
Jubilee reached out, and began patting the frozen mutant on the back. Suddenly, he turned, wrapped his arms around Jubilee, and began to cry on her shoulder.
The sparkly girl went stiff for a second, before she put her arms around his back hesitantly. She began whispering comforting nothing's in his ear, trying to calm the crying boy down.
(AN: I think the fluff began about two paragraphs ago, but here we go.
FLUFF ALERT, FLUFF ALERT. Expect Jubby, some Rahm, and more Amara/Kyle.)
Slowly, Bobby stopped crying on Jubilee's shoulder, and simply sat there, holding her, as she held him. Finally, he spoke, his voice still hoarse from crying so hard.
"Your jacket's wet."
Jubilee smiled, "I noticed that."
"Sorry about that."
"No problem, I'll just make a new one using your skin."
"I doubt that."
"Oh reeeaaaally?"
"Yep."
Jubilee drew back from Bobby, and planted a kiss on his nose. Bobby shook his head.
"Didn't we already have this discussion?"
Jubilee nodded, "Let's have it again."
Bobby grinned, "Gladly."
In the Rec room, Sam and Rahne were watching as Roberto and Ray tried to kick each other's buts in Super Smash Brothers: Melee. The two of them were so intent on beating the other that the level 3 computers won the match.
Rahne shook her head. "Ye know, th't 'ad to o' been th' worst fight in 'istory."
Sam smirked, "Do yah think we shauld show 'em 'ow it's done?"
Rahne nodded, and the two of them plugged in the other two controllers.
The two of them selected their characters. Rahne was Zelda (AN: She kick's @$$ in that game.) and Sam picked Link (AN: Classic, but he's got a lot of power.)
Within ten minutes, it was Link Vs. Zelda.
The battle after that became as much a battle of who could flirt more, as who could cause more K.O.'s.
Zelda won the actual fight, mainly because Sam was distracted by the Scottish girl sitting behind the controls.
The two flirty fighters stood after having Schooled Ray and Roberto, and headed out onto the grounds.
Kyle sat in the Library, reading a book on, surprisingly, Native American Culture. He was trying to catch up on years of study he had neglected, and he intended to catch up.
Amara leaned on the door, her lava-pool eyes watching Kyle. The Professor had programmed an image inducer for her for School, but she didn't want to wear it around the institute. She could understand why Kurt and Dr. McCoy wouldn't want to wear it either. It felt rather strange to have a hologram spread over you, and you probably never really got used to it.
She watched as his right index skimmed over the surface of the page at an incredible speed. She finally walked forward, and sat down in the chair next to Kyle.
Kyle heard the sound of a body settling into a chair. He knew that it wasn't one of the guys. Kurt would probably of sat on the roof, and the other guy's were too heavy to settle so quietly.
"So, what are you reading?"
Ahhh... Amara.
"I'm reading up on Native American Culture."
She turned to look at the young man to her right, and tilted
her head at him. "Why?"
"Because, Sensei and I had a very interesting 'talk' a few days ago. It definitely made some thing's he's said make a little more sense. The whole 'me not honoring my ancestors' thing he used to go into never made much sense to me."
"But now it does?"
"Yep." Kyle then closed the book, and stood to put it back.
Amara stood as well, and, stealthily, she snuck up behind Kyle. She grabbed him around the waist from behind.
"Gotcha."
Kyle smirked, and then, in a flurry of movement, he had managed to place her arms behind her back, and was holding her to his chest by the waist. Amara would never be able to figure out just how he had done that, no matter how many times she looked back on it over the years. And she would look back on it quite a few times.
"Now I've got you."
The two stood there for a minute, then, realizing the position they were in, Kyle released her, his face flush from embarrassment. In the small part of his brain not going brain-dead over having been that close to Amara, it was, with analytical detachment, impressed that her body didn't feel any hotter at the skin level, even though her average surface temperature was enough to broil a human brain.
"Well... I had better get back to work." Kyle said, fighting the blush from his face.
Amara simply nodded, and left the room, her brain repeating the events that had just occurred.
Kitty withdrew her head from the roof. She shook her head; "those two are just like Scott and Jean. Everyone knew they liked each other, except the two of them."
"I just hope that the two of them get themselves together faster than Mr. Six-foot-stick-up-my-butt and Ms. Perfectly Perfect." Said Lance from where he was reclining against the wall. The Brotherhood was presently staying at the institute, while they decided what to do. None of them wanted to stay at the Boarding House, and really, with the Mutant-Human situation like it was, staying there was rather foolish. But they really didn't want to stay with the X-Men. Mostly because of Scott and Jean, who were going out of their way to be unpleasant. However, they didn't have much in the way of alternatives. None of them wanted to go to Magneto, knowing how he treated his people at times, and none of them had any better place to go.
Kitty grinned at that from where she was sitting on the bed. "I, like, totally agree. But, Kyle's, like, blind, and Amara's, like, Amara, so it's totally not easy."
Lance had to smile. Kitty brought something out in him that he just couldn't define. He sat down behind her, and hugged her around the waist from behind.
Kitty sighed, and leaned back against her boyfriend. While she knew that Scott and Jean didn't understand what she saw in the boy, the others had seen the way he was with her, and simply turned the other cheek.
This is the life. Thought Kitty, and, at that moment, she was in nirvana.
