So... my Goddamned Word wants to be stupid beyond any damned thing known to man... I'm stuck using the 6.1 version of WordPerfect... which really sucks, let me tell you now. So... if anything is really fucking stupid, just blame my computer. I blame everything on my computer, even sunspots, that, or blame it on my Wolverine doll (who happens to carry the nick-names "Sunshine", "Mr.Slave", "Rogain" (Yes, with no 'e'), and "Tooth-Fairy". (The others are kinda obvious... but don't ask about the Rogain one, in-joke XD)).
So... here I is writing an X-Fic. Bow to me. There are original characters, such as Fyer the Dragon-girl, Tora the tiger half-breed, and Kaysa the clock-stopper. They belong to me and my friends who created them. I used my friend's characters with permission (which the characters happen to be Fyer and Kaysa. Tora is mine).
I, nor any of my friends, own or claim to own the original X-Men characters. We're not cool enough, or so Marvel, the true owners, say. Which gets us pissy so we rant and sit in our rooms and stare at our X-Men dolls with the tight asses... or at least I do. Have you seen the ass on the Wolverine doll? Oh my God, so fine, but anyways, this brings me to another point. We have a REASON for making our own characters, and if it isn't obvious as of now, wear tin foil on your head so we know who you are! ...Jean annoys me, Gambit's ass so damn fine for Kaysa's creator, and Pyro is open fine enough for Fyer's creator. So bite me. Get an open mind to Original character pairings... sure as hell are open minded enough for guy-on-guy pairings...
Well, this fic is based on the Evolution series anyways (or at least most of it is)... it starts off kinda odd and will make many references to Tora's past that ye'all won't really understand yet. Chill out, I might write a past to Tora to clear that up. I want to get into this first though… and the other two fics that go after this one…
Out she came, finally showing slight trace of her true face, or at least, true if she were to morph to full human. The crimson dress the blue one had given her hung from her body like silk, slits cut from her feets right to the tips of her thighs and thick shoulder straps kept this dress in place securely.
Green eyes holding an inner animal, her spirit creature that of the orange-and-striped cat, a hand, white like the bottom of a tiger's paw pressed over her mouth, black ears hung slightly as the side of her head where normal human ears would. Her tail, which normally frizzed and swaying in annoyance, sat still and smooth. This woman was still afraid to turn herself fully human and show anyone. Perhaps a human body with feline features (along with the stripes such a cat like herself was known for), Tigress stood nervously before a meeting of her fellow mutants... questioning how in hell Kurt ever convinced her to such a horrid act.
"You know you like it Tora..." the blue, fuzzy one happy poked at Tora a bit, "it brings out your angry side."
He smiled playfully as Tora tossed a lock of ashen hair from her face nervously. She glanced to all before her, Kurt, obviously glad she wore his gift, Xavier smiled kindly as he always did to Tora, Kitty commenting on how she wants such a graceful dress, Oasis giving Tora a thumbs-up... though which Tora didn't quite understand, Scott gave a smile-although it clashed with his raised brow, and, finally to come to her path of sight, Remy holding up the Queen of Hearts card for her.
"I-it alright... I guess..." her eyes fall down, and a smile tugs at the edge of her lips as she strokes a hand over the red clothing upon her.
"Oh, you're so full of shit, Tora..." out from the shadows of a hallway came Tora's ultimate stress creator, Logan. Having no care or manners, he barges himself right into her face, which now hold a scowl and is totally oblivious to being shy of the new dress, "you give them the 'Oh, I'm so innocent' crap and save the bitchy rage for me, huh?"
Orange fur strands began to fling up high one-by-one on her tail, bright eyes of green narrow and fangs bare, "If you were shot with tranquil everyday by arrogant man, you'd bare grudge on him too!"
"God, you are such a fucking ass, you have no idea what I've been though... damn it Tora, you can't even speak English correctly!"
"Oh, and I suppose you where in laboratory when ignorant men scientists tried to rape me? You just think of yourself!"
Groaning deep within his thick throat and curling each finger into a fist, Logan flung each long blade from his knuckles and rose his hand slowly, just as Tora's body changed oddly in seconds-fur growing, face morphing to that of a tiger beast. Others began to back off, confused on whether to interfere with two animals engaging themselves in rage, or stand back and watch blood fling onto the walls.
"Tora! Logan!" Xavier threw his flat palm in their directions, their bodies no longer in their mind's control, "If you two don't calm down, I'll see to it that your training hours will be doubled!"
With calming snarls and growls, both lowered their adrenaline, Tora going back to being more human, and Logan retracted the silver knuckle knives. Both began to inch themselves back, Logan the first to twist back around and storm off, knowing better than to argue against Xavier… at least when it came to the Tiger half-breed that was Tora. She, however, stayed, orbs of bright jade darting to Xavier once her stress-factor had disappeared. Ebony ears of a feline upon her head lowered, and her black brows arching up and a curtain of guilt falling over her.
"I am sorry Professor, that man just knows how to push right buttons to anger me…" her sigh only added to her words… just in a more emotional way.
"Tora, don't you remember anything I taught you about being human? Being half human, you should know arguing more-or putting fuel on the fire-just makes things worse." He wheeled his chair a bit closer and, though he frowned uncomfortably, his voice was placid and smooth.
Brows switch from being forced up, to arching down, her voice less apologetic than it once was, "Charles, he came to me with insult when I had done nothing. I refuse to let… him walk over me."
"Alright, I see your point there Tora. Would you feel better if I had a talk with him?" Face lighting up a bit, Xavier held out a hand to add with his offer, trying to figure a way to find peace between two mutants at war.
Her eyes abruptly grow very depressing, her face looming with a strange and swift gathering shadow, a unknown emotion Xavier could not see behind. The red dress flows like rippling water behind her as she turns, walking down a hallway to her room, muttering softly as each foot goes in front of the other.
"Don't bother…"
"Vhy do you do that?" Kurt appears on the kitchen's wooden table, arms folded on his chest which was arched from his head between his shoulders. Eyes of gold squinted thin, both aimed at the back of an arrogant man hounding the cabinets for potato chips, "You really are a jerk, I thought it vhas a metaphor..."
"Shut your trap, elf! She's a bitch and you know it…" a can of tuna flung in Kurt's direction, Logan not really caring for Tora's food supply and chucking it at his head.
"At least I know who'll rot in hell first…" his mutter was met with his universal BAMF echo, a smog of blue haze in the very spot he once was.
Eyes of brown glance over a broad shoulder, darkened heavy brows arch downwards in an instant, noting Kurt had preformed his famous disappearing trick. Good riddance, he was growing rather boring… as if he didn't on a daily basis. Preaching to him like a school child, what ignorance his fellow peers had at times, and to make matters worse, his chips had been eaten, the bag left empty as evidence (pure ignorance).
It was that half-breed Tora, he figured he could bet his money on it… though all she ever seems to eat was tuna, tuna salad, and a mix of both. She was always spotted stuffing healthy things into her cheeks, drinking green tea and sticking her nose high into the air at sugary and fatty foods.
…Whatever, it was Tora, and she should be blamed for everything. Ever since she came she had been nothing but a hell raiser for him, stealing his clothing, claming to be so damn innocent, always watching him intently with such bright eyes. Of course, she had a fine power, and knowledge to center it in battle… but like he'd ever admit to such things roaming around in his mind. He'd grown rather stick to the idea of Tora being a bumbling wench than that of a mutant of great power, or lovely one at that.
The stalk for a new snack of choice began, now the hunt had moved to the refrigerator, his eyes, glinted with the white light of the inner refrigerator, darted about wildly, taking in every inch of sight. Wrapped fruits, stored meats, unfinished sandwiches… his peers were regular slobs.
"Can you give me that blue container?" Oasis Kaysa, Oasis by many, Kaysa by only the trusted. Her index pointer was aimed into the refrigerator.
"Aren't you going to give me a lecture on what an ass I am?" With a grunt and a raised up brow, a large hand griped the very same plastic blue Oasis had her finger aimed at, handing it to her with a face of suppressed annoyance.
"I would, but I rather not waste my breath," her voice was low, as was her tone, "Alright, I got it."
Well, think of her and she shall come, how dare Tora show that damn pretty face of hers around him again, at least after that little arguing stunt. He slammed the refrigerator door shut, the half-breed flinching a bit. She snatched the plastic container from Oasis and poked her rose tongue out at Logan, giggling as Oasis snickered.
"If I weren't so hungry, I'd kill you…" Broad chest out as he stands fully up, Logan snarls at both of them and tilts his head to the side, some gritted teeth baring.
Oasis simply laughs and leans her slender body upon the white doorway, knowing either little fear, or little knowledge on Logan's temper. Tora… on the other hand, dances a bit more on the wild side, "Right… I would like to see that…"
The plastic container was opened to reveal a pile of white rice and fish flesh, but opening it soon proved to be in vain, for it's releaser, Tora, was tackled around her lean waist by thick arms, arms that of a man pushed a bit far.
"Logan! You idiot!" Oasis springs from the wood that was the doorway, her body in a stance looking ready to engage in a brawl.
The Tigress rapidly grew orange fur upon her body, her nose and mouth growing out on her face and forming that of a large cat snout-whiskers and all. Her once fingered hands become massive clawed paws, both swiping up to the side of her attacker.
Groaning, the enraged man flung out his weapons embedded deep within is hands, pointing them at her bare neck. Tigress had her own idea of a kill, one of the paws smacked on his neck, the nails tugging at the skin, ready to slice in if he dared to do the same. His blades drew closer, her nails tugged harder.
"I wouldn't drive the blades into neck… I'll just give payback easily…" Each finger-like paw tapped on his neck, each one over the pulse in his neck, which raced like her own. Her mind moved from the current issue at hand of her near death… to softening eyes looking at him, wondering what his heart would sound like to her ear on his chest. Of course, he hated her… hell, she hated him too, his God damned arrogance was enough to make her gag herself. Just as her anger and urge to hold his decapitated head in her bloody paws boiled within her once more, another male was tossed into the scene, one she didn't exactly want to have a around at this moment, but glad to have some to get Logan off her.
"Git' ah room a'ready!" Remy. The French-man had come to pry Logan from Tora… of course… he could have picked better words to make his entrance…
Oasis glares to the feline and metal-clawed beast from behind Remy, her foot tapping on the tilted floor and her throat letting small groans of irritation escape. She scoots herself in more as Remy stomps his way to a trying-to-stand-upright Logan, a gangly hand covered in a ragged black glove latches itself to the Wolverine's arm, yanking him away from growling Tora.
"I think I'll kill you later…" silvery blades safely tucked back under flesh, Logan's index finger poked at Remy's upper chest, the nail tapping on the rim of his collar bones. Now, after giving the grinning and 'proper' ranting (via Remy), his eyes set on Tora, who stood and made her way to the blue container… like nothing at all happened, "HEY! Stupid cat! I'm not done with you!"
"Says you… I am hungry, so I done with you…" all eyes set on Tora with utter surprise… Tora ignored a insult and brawl with Logan for food? Perhaps hunger really is the best spice, being Tora turning her back on a offensive Logan seem to be a sudden changed of character for her.
To be concluded…