Disclaimer: I don't own the xmen.but Fae Yamazaki is MINE! ALLLL MINE!
MUAHAHAHAHAHA!...*ahem* anyways..just a warning, if you don't like girls
kissing, you might not want to start reading this story. Cause although
there isn't anything yet, there sure as hell will be! ^.^v so yea.READ ON!!
Psycho: Hey guys! Guess what..I updated! Woohoo! Go me! Oh and no thanks to my muses for this chappie.it was allll me ^_^ Oh and thanks to Cheese- Doodles-Are-Yummy for my first review!!...and my only!! ^.^;; *hands doodles some cheese doodles* lol! Hehe.hope you like them!!
Summer: .I'm gonna kill you
LaxSoc: Me too, *whispers devious plans into summer's ear*
Psycho: *gulp* well I think I'd better go! ^.^;; Have fun! *runs away!!...again -_-;;*
Chapter 2: Secrets Secrets are no fun.
After she had been introduced to everyone, Kitty had showed Fae to her room. She helped Fae unpack and they got along well. And even though she found the small valley girl slightly annoying, she made her feel at home. The valley twang and the many "likes" that Kitty so freely expressed were often heard back in her hometown, but there was a difference. It was better here.
After showing Fae to her room, Kitty had taken up the responsibility to show her around. After seeing endless room after room Fae wasn't sure she wouldn't get lost, but than they came to her favorite part of the tour. The Danger Room. The room itself fascinated her even, with its high domed walls and ever changing atmosphere. The very thought of fighting in there, along side people who knew what she was going through. It made Fae feel, well.happy. She couldn't wait for her first training session, she wouldn't start with the team for another week, but individual sessions started Monday, the same day she started school at Bayville High.
Dinner that night had been all talk about Fae, and although she was flattered, she hated being the center of attention. She liked the fact that everyone seemed so interested, but they seemed to almost be interrogating her instead of talking. Or maybe that's just how she saw it.
"So, do you have a boyfriend back home?" Kurt asked. Fae blushed and shook her head.
"Not many of the guys back home are very nice." She replied, keeping her eyes on the food in front of her.
"Why's that?" asked Evan.
"Uh, it's a long story." Fae said dodging the question she was least looking forward to.
"Well whatever it is I'm sure you'll fit in here." Kurt started.
"Yea, some people aren't very accepting of mutants, but the ones who are are very friendly." Rogue said, finishing Kurt's statement. Fae smiled, as scary as the mutant haters sounded it was nothing to her. And the fact that she had friends that would reassure her made it all worth the while.
"Plus, you're really pretty." Fae wasn't sure who the compliment had come from, but she didn't have enough time to find out as she blushed a crimson red and tried to hide her face in her hair. Her Ma had always said she was beautiful, but besides her no one had ever given Fae a compliment like that before. Well, whatever she was, she definitely wasn't ugly. Her long wavy black hair cascaded down her back, and her emerald green eyes peered out from almost-oriental eyes. Her face (and most of her body) was sprinkled with freckles, or 'Angel Kisses' as Ma had always called them. Than there was her figure, she wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat. She had always thought of herself as 'curvy', just not as much in the areas where you're supposed to be curvy. Anyways, this whole mess of black hair, angel kisses, green eyes, and curviness was crammed into a 5' 4" body that actually suited her quite well.
Fae took a deep breath and looked up from her food. Everyone looked so nice and welcoming.too bad she could never feel completely welcomed.
"So," Scott started. "What is it like back in Whitefield anyways?"
This was the exact question Fae had been trying to avoid. She took a shaky breath gave a half true response.
"Um, it was different." That seemed to satisfy them, so with a sigh of relief they went on to a different subject.
Dinner finished and Fae started to head up to her room when Rogue stopped her and asked if she wanted to go out with the rest of the group for ice cream. Truth be told, she really wanted to go, but despite the warm attitude in the Institute she couldn't help but still feel out of place. So with a heavy sigh she declined the invitation and continued up to the social safety of her room to read.
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Fae woke up the next morning feeling rested. Since the night before had not been a long one, the usually late sleeper found herself up around 9:30. Walking down to the kitchen that morning, Fae still felt out of place. The fact that the Institute would be her home for the next year had not yet settled and she still felt like a visitor.
Jean was sitting at the table reading a magazine when she walked in.
"Good morning," the red head smiled, and Fae couldn't help but wonder if she had slept at all. Her hair was in place and she looked just as nice as she had the night before. 'Creepy' she thought, but she smiled back and went to the fridge for some breakfast. Nothing there, so she tried the pantry, bingo. 'Poptarts are essential to every breakfast' she thought as she grabbed a pack. She had been eating Strawberry Poptarts and coffee for breakfast every morning since she was 10 and had no intension of changing the well liked routine. She grabbed a mug and poured the hot coffee in, added a lot of cream, and headed to the table. Just as she was about to sit down, a blue furred face appeared only inches in front of her.
-BAMF-
"AH!" she screamed. The coffee mug that was in her hand left just as quickly as the mutant in front of her had appeared. She tried to quickly step back but lost her footing and landed on the floor with a thump.
"Ow!" she cringed and waited for the loud crash that would signal the shattering of the mug.
But the crash never came.
Confused and embarrassed, Fae looked up to see the coffee mug swinging in the grip of the blue mutants' tail. Half of the mug's contents were on the floor, but Kurt had saved her from being hated on only her second day at the Institute. Or, that's how she saw it.
"I believe this is yours," Kurt said, smiling as he handed the coffee mug to her.
"Th-Thanks" was all that Fae could force out of her mouth. And just when things couldn't have gotten worse, they did.
Kurt's eyes suddenly grew wide and he took rushed steps away from Fae. Jean let out a gasp and the magazine she was reading fluttered to the floor.
Realization dawned and Fae's feet took flight as she sprinted out of the kitchen. The two stunned teens stood there, listening to the retreating steps, and the slamming of a door that could be heard from a mile away.
WEEEEEEEEE! So.how was it?! Huh? Huh?! Ttteeelll mmeeeee!! But don't be mean.I'm very fragile! ^.^;;
Psycho: Hey guys! Guess what..I updated! Woohoo! Go me! Oh and no thanks to my muses for this chappie.it was allll me ^_^ Oh and thanks to Cheese- Doodles-Are-Yummy for my first review!!...and my only!! ^.^;; *hands doodles some cheese doodles* lol! Hehe.hope you like them!!
Summer: .I'm gonna kill you
LaxSoc: Me too, *whispers devious plans into summer's ear*
Psycho: *gulp* well I think I'd better go! ^.^;; Have fun! *runs away!!...again -_-;;*
Chapter 2: Secrets Secrets are no fun.
After she had been introduced to everyone, Kitty had showed Fae to her room. She helped Fae unpack and they got along well. And even though she found the small valley girl slightly annoying, she made her feel at home. The valley twang and the many "likes" that Kitty so freely expressed were often heard back in her hometown, but there was a difference. It was better here.
After showing Fae to her room, Kitty had taken up the responsibility to show her around. After seeing endless room after room Fae wasn't sure she wouldn't get lost, but than they came to her favorite part of the tour. The Danger Room. The room itself fascinated her even, with its high domed walls and ever changing atmosphere. The very thought of fighting in there, along side people who knew what she was going through. It made Fae feel, well.happy. She couldn't wait for her first training session, she wouldn't start with the team for another week, but individual sessions started Monday, the same day she started school at Bayville High.
Dinner that night had been all talk about Fae, and although she was flattered, she hated being the center of attention. She liked the fact that everyone seemed so interested, but they seemed to almost be interrogating her instead of talking. Or maybe that's just how she saw it.
"So, do you have a boyfriend back home?" Kurt asked. Fae blushed and shook her head.
"Not many of the guys back home are very nice." She replied, keeping her eyes on the food in front of her.
"Why's that?" asked Evan.
"Uh, it's a long story." Fae said dodging the question she was least looking forward to.
"Well whatever it is I'm sure you'll fit in here." Kurt started.
"Yea, some people aren't very accepting of mutants, but the ones who are are very friendly." Rogue said, finishing Kurt's statement. Fae smiled, as scary as the mutant haters sounded it was nothing to her. And the fact that she had friends that would reassure her made it all worth the while.
"Plus, you're really pretty." Fae wasn't sure who the compliment had come from, but she didn't have enough time to find out as she blushed a crimson red and tried to hide her face in her hair. Her Ma had always said she was beautiful, but besides her no one had ever given Fae a compliment like that before. Well, whatever she was, she definitely wasn't ugly. Her long wavy black hair cascaded down her back, and her emerald green eyes peered out from almost-oriental eyes. Her face (and most of her body) was sprinkled with freckles, or 'Angel Kisses' as Ma had always called them. Than there was her figure, she wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat. She had always thought of herself as 'curvy', just not as much in the areas where you're supposed to be curvy. Anyways, this whole mess of black hair, angel kisses, green eyes, and curviness was crammed into a 5' 4" body that actually suited her quite well.
Fae took a deep breath and looked up from her food. Everyone looked so nice and welcoming.too bad she could never feel completely welcomed.
"So," Scott started. "What is it like back in Whitefield anyways?"
This was the exact question Fae had been trying to avoid. She took a shaky breath gave a half true response.
"Um, it was different." That seemed to satisfy them, so with a sigh of relief they went on to a different subject.
Dinner finished and Fae started to head up to her room when Rogue stopped her and asked if she wanted to go out with the rest of the group for ice cream. Truth be told, she really wanted to go, but despite the warm attitude in the Institute she couldn't help but still feel out of place. So with a heavy sigh she declined the invitation and continued up to the social safety of her room to read.
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Fae woke up the next morning feeling rested. Since the night before had not been a long one, the usually late sleeper found herself up around 9:30. Walking down to the kitchen that morning, Fae still felt out of place. The fact that the Institute would be her home for the next year had not yet settled and she still felt like a visitor.
Jean was sitting at the table reading a magazine when she walked in.
"Good morning," the red head smiled, and Fae couldn't help but wonder if she had slept at all. Her hair was in place and she looked just as nice as she had the night before. 'Creepy' she thought, but she smiled back and went to the fridge for some breakfast. Nothing there, so she tried the pantry, bingo. 'Poptarts are essential to every breakfast' she thought as she grabbed a pack. She had been eating Strawberry Poptarts and coffee for breakfast every morning since she was 10 and had no intension of changing the well liked routine. She grabbed a mug and poured the hot coffee in, added a lot of cream, and headed to the table. Just as she was about to sit down, a blue furred face appeared only inches in front of her.
-BAMF-
"AH!" she screamed. The coffee mug that was in her hand left just as quickly as the mutant in front of her had appeared. She tried to quickly step back but lost her footing and landed on the floor with a thump.
"Ow!" she cringed and waited for the loud crash that would signal the shattering of the mug.
But the crash never came.
Confused and embarrassed, Fae looked up to see the coffee mug swinging in the grip of the blue mutants' tail. Half of the mug's contents were on the floor, but Kurt had saved her from being hated on only her second day at the Institute. Or, that's how she saw it.
"I believe this is yours," Kurt said, smiling as he handed the coffee mug to her.
"Th-Thanks" was all that Fae could force out of her mouth. And just when things couldn't have gotten worse, they did.
Kurt's eyes suddenly grew wide and he took rushed steps away from Fae. Jean let out a gasp and the magazine she was reading fluttered to the floor.
Realization dawned and Fae's feet took flight as she sprinted out of the kitchen. The two stunned teens stood there, listening to the retreating steps, and the slamming of a door that could be heard from a mile away.
WEEEEEEEEE! So.how was it?! Huh? Huh?! Ttteeelll mmeeeee!! But don't be mean.I'm very fragile! ^.^;;