Tora's small cub purred softly, slim bristles of a brush raking the ruffles of his fur and the knots he collected rolling in the grasses and lying in the warm sunshine. The cub had felt his furs had been straightened enough, his mew signaled that to Tora, and now he was ready to bathe with his long tongue.
"Alright Koneko… you can take your bath…" Tora smiled to him, ruffling the fluffy head of the cub, for she had not brushed there.
Leaping from the bedside, Koneko sits himself at the bottom of Tora's bedside and began to lick his furs. It was a wonder he didn't hack up a large ball of gangly white furs, what with how much he head and how long they were.
Tora loved that cub, she refused to live without his presence in her life. She refused to live without him, or Kurt, or any other of the ones she's come to put her trust into, for if she would to dare put herself in a place like this without them… God knows what layer of hell would be raised. There were times when people would annoy her, dance on her nerve and whatnot… mostly Remy and his wisecracks, but one singled out from the others. Whether he did it purposely or just because he was the true jerk Tora had come to expect it from him.
Logan. Wolverine. Whatever you called him, he was just one man that caused her stress level to soar, and in more than one way. Since the first day she was thrown into this school, her interactions with him have been nothing but blazing hellfire. When she first came, the animal within her took over and displayed aggression for being torn from her Chinese fatherland. He'd always come in with the tranquil darts to calm her down, of course she would attack. She'd never seen such a machine as a gun before, sniffing it then suddenly shot in the hind, only to wake up dazed three hours later. What the hell should he expect? A welcoming smile to being shot straight in the ass?
Not only that, but he just couldn't let that go… Heaven forbid anything so put a dent in his pride. Kurt let the fact she attacked him go… he even helped to teach her English (whether or not it worked out well was another subject).
On her door, gentle knocking, tapping into her thoughts and pulling her mind away. The already somewhat ajar door leisurely open, a fuzzy blue head poking in with a mighty grin, "Mine if I vhander in?"
"Oh! No, come in… I was uh… just-"
"Just thinking of someone, hum? With metal claws, hum?"
"Hell no!" she snarled, trying not to giggle as she tosses one of her green bed pillows at Kurt's head.
The fuzz disappears in a flash and left a haze of blue behind, the green pillow zipping right through and out the door. He reappears himself behind Tora, his three-fingered hands slipping over her eyes and his tail swaying wildly behind him, "Guess who!"
"Oh, I have no idea… Kurt!" Her grin with lined with sharp humanoid teeth and her fingers slipped under Kurt's signaling him to let her see again.
"No… it's your love, Lo-"
Tora made sure he didn't finish, a hang over his mouth and a rather stern look to all her physique. With a great profound sigh and looking away, she rubs her forehead with index and thumb fingers, "Kurt… I hate the man, the man hates me. It fits."
"No… I think you both find each other very lovely…" He snickers silently to himself, figuring Tora would have a fit and toss him out of the room.
"Kurt… now you acting stupid…" One brow rose up, her body shifting so she could face him more easily, "All that fighting we do… how can you get such idea?"
"Don't believe me? Vhell, I can prove that you guys have a bond!" He points a finger into the air and closes one of his golden eyes, the side of his smirk growing.
Tora folds each arm into a cross below her breasts, now both dark brows raised high on her forehead, "How do you plan to pull it off?"
Kurt opened his mouth and inhaled a breath shortly, thinking he would have a quickly said answer… but nothing comes from his throat… not even air. Questioning himself on how he should do such a stunt to prove they both found each other unbelievably amorous-and ultimately pulling the biggest prank on them-he drew blanks to his mind. It was a good point. How was he going to pull it off, there had to be some way of cheesing them off and having fun while doing it… of course, fate loved Kurt, and often played his peers to his benefit.
"ELF! Get your ass in your room and get to sleep…" And here he was now, the infamous Logan. Good timing.
His fair eyes glint with a wild feisty nature, cobalt hands resting on her shoulders now, his body beginning to lean into the front side of hers. Tora normally found such actions as a show of what a sweetheart he was… but the fact he pushed on her softly and began to stoke his hands up her neck arose great worry and concern in her. She had the right mind to pull back… but he hadn't done anything drastically peculiar, so she just accepted it as him being his comical self.
Kurt, on the other hand, began to enjoy watching Logan try to figure out what the hell he was doing. Wanting to see him squirm in anxiety, Kurt took another step on the bold side and kicked it up a notch. Leaning his head into the curve of her neck and shoulder, an arm crawling up her neck and his palm cupping the back of her head and racing through thin strands of her long ashen hairs. The other arm glided casually from her neck, trailing to her backside a beginning to loop his arm to the curves of her. The reaction he desired to see from Logan was almost there, for the man in the doorway now had his arms crossed tightly and his head lowering, brown eyes angrily piercing golden ones.
Now finally pushing his luck to the very edge, Kurt shifted his head, which lay on her shoulder lazily, and brushes his nose on her silk cheek. Tora had now turning a bit his way… God only knows what he would do next.
Watching Logan uneasily looking ready to pounce on him for a moment more, Kurt turns himself to Tora slightly more, his lips gradually curling into a 'o' shape and pressing them onto her supple cheek, chuckling deep within his throat.
Tora, totally taken by surprise by this, knows not what to do, other than sit there and let the fuzzy one kiss her delicately on the cheek, she did, however, manage to squeak out one word, "Uh…"
"Alright Kurt!" Logan's right arm darted from it's folding of the other arm, his hand, claw-shaped, latches around the cerulean wrist that holds itself close to her backside, yanking it off Tora lightly, "Get your furry little ass into your God damned room, now!"
Pushing back so as not to tweak Logan's already distressed state-of-mind, she cocked her head to the side some, watching the man drag off Kurt from over her shoulder. Curious, she pondering why Logan hadn't said some rude thing to her as well. What had Kurt done that was so horribly wrong… well… if she ignored the fact he was acting completely bizarre…
Storming out of the dim room, holding a blue arm harshly and grumbling swears under his breath, Logan guides an overly happy Kurt to his bedroom. With each step Nightcrawler takes, his tail sways, curls, or bounces with delight. His point proven, whether it was to Tora or not, it was to Kurt, and that filled him with happiness.
"Ah-ha, so I vhas right!" His snickering was met with the angry face of Logan, a snort from the man and a poke on the nose from the furry one, "You got jealous vhen I kissed her."
"No… I got pissed because you ignored me… and if you poke my nose again you'll regret it," turning himself away, he places Kurt's hand upon his room doorknob, grunting and making a B-line for his own room. Of course, Kurt felt the need to always have the last word, and this was no exception.
"C'mon Logan, the sooner you admit to falling for her, the better you'll feel."
His next step was hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should bother to knock that idea out of that fur-ball's ball, but it was dismissed, knowing he probably gave Tora the same hell. Walking on, he passes Oasis, moaning and expressing irritation in relatively colorful words.
Oasis veers off from him and continues her walk on to the restroom, her teeth needing their nightly cleaning. Her pit-stop with Kurt brings up questions for him to answer, "What was that all about…?"
"Ah, Logan just vhon't admit that he's infatuated with Tora…" Kurt shrugs, slinking into his room as Oasis wandered away, laughing.
"I wish they'd give up and make-out already…"
"I fuckin' heard that!" Deep down in a darker part of the hall bellows Logan's voice, obviously highly upset on the subject.
"Alright… chill out…" Oasis rolls golden eyes in their sockets, inquiring why he was always so damn bitchy on the issue and never explained why. Hell, she knew why, everyone knew why, including Tora and Logan… though the laws of their pride prohibit them to say it out-loud.
Oasis, on the other hand, always felt free to speak her mind, regardless who's emotions where crushed and who's pride was broken. People had the right to know what she thought of them, never once had the idea struck her that some things were better left unspoken…
"Ah, Kay'a! Wa'ch out, yes?"
…Accept when it came to Remy…
Oasis shuttered at her other name, Kaysa, who she only lets trusted call her. Remy was trusted… very trusted indeed. Even though he was outright handsome as hell, she'd rather to not glace at him… no one had seen her blush and live.
"Yea… whatever… I'm going to clean up now…" Not once peering eyes to him, she swerves around him and tries to head to the only-two-doors-away rest room, merely to be stopped in her footprints for a second time.
Snatching wrists was quite a way to get attention in this building, seeing as Remy had stopped Oasis in this manner, "Whoa, w'ere do ya' t'ink you're goin'? You di'nt even peek ah me."
"I told you I was going to clean up for the night… look the bathroom's right there so can I go now?" Her lean wrist tugs free of his grip, her eyes finally making contact with his face… which soon led to being a hefty mistake on her part.
"Oh… Kay'a… yo'r eyes are so lov'ly when tey are blue…"
"Shut it, I don't fall for your shit like most women…" Scoffing the compliment right back to his face only made the challenge more great… but what made her worry… her eyes had changed as the always do… but to blue. Blue was the color of a longing within her… well, fuck her inside feelings! She refused to respond to those lame-ass pick-ups anyway.
"I ha'e ways to chan'e yo'r mind…" few last words of a man whom didn't understand the meaning of 'no'.
Gracefully, but much more swiftly than her, he follows Oasis reaching arms out and grasping her by the hips. His next move broke off the insults she was about to sling his way, twisting her clear around until she didn't have to glare over her shoulder to see him, and rammed her body onto a random door, not giving one damn who's in there. Moving into this third, and final act, he didn't bother for her to speak or wait until she shoved him away, he simply took note of the small space between their bodies, and immediately fixed it, pushing his body lightly onto hers.
"Remy… what are you doing…?" By now, Oasis' eyes had flusters into a bright ice sapphire, pleasing Remy to no end.
"I am chang'in yo'r mind…" Jumping clear over the games he would normally play to tease most women, he headed right for the main event, face coming ever closer, he folded his palm to fit the rims of her jaw line, and just as his lips begin to brush like feathers over hers, gravity abruptly makes itself known by having them both fall on each other like dominos.
"Keep it dow-Oh… what do we have here…?" Expecting to find more younger students running about the halls, but coming to find the exquisite Oasis under Remy was nothing that came to mind once the door opened for Scott.
Grunting and moaning, Oasis pushes Remy off her body as much as he let her, and otherwise squirms free to take herself up and brush the wrinkles out of her nightgown.
Remy didn't care one bit what events happened, for just as he picks himself up, he attempts to advance on Oasis again… only to me with a backhand slap in the face.
"…And you complain about Logan and Tora having problems…" Scott arched both brows down, but keeps everything else about him deadly still.
"Shut up… I'm not in the mood Scott…" a slender hand spreads itself on Remy's chest, shoving him out of the doorway and the taking herself out of the room. Only Remy and Scott were left, debating each other with their glaring eyes.
"Rapist…" Scott muttered to Remy, pushing him out the door.
"…Pussy" Remy snarled an insult back, just as the door slams right on his hind.
To be concluded…