Chasing the Flame
Chap 3: Bully Bully
AN: I said it was long^_^ Er, that is, for me... Wai! Repeat reviewers! Thankies, guys! I'm so glad you are enjoying this as much as I am^_^ I have to admit, I'm a newcomer in this section of FF.Net, so thanks for being so nice about letting me in. I will be bringing a little bit of Remy in later, but I'm focusing on St. John/Amara right now, just to see if I can make it plausible^_~ Please! Drop a note when you're done!
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Amara made her way out to the trees by the school the next day when lunch time came around. She wanted to try something, but if she was caught she would be in deep trouble. She smiled slightly, finding a shadowy spot and making herself comfortable, her bag of food beside her as she brought a tiny flame to her hand. "Rose... Turn into a rose!" She muttered, glaring at the small ball.
It shifted slightly, but nothing even close to resembling a rose, making her pout. "Stupid... as if I care what it looks like. As long as it gets the job done." She sighed, reaching for her bag, only to jerk as she realized it wasn't there.
"No worries love! It takes practice."
Amara jerked, scowling at the blonde sitting next to her, munching on one of the sandwiches she had made herself. "That's mine!" She hissed.
He held it out, a gigantic bite taken already. "'Ere ya go." He said, speaking with his mouth full. She shuddered slightly, taking the bag and avoiding the sandwich he was offering.
"That's... okay. You can keep it. It's probably covered in germs now." (AN: Kinda like when you loan a guy your favorite pen and he chews on it all through class-_-) Pyro grinned as though she had just given him a great gift and went back to munching happily. "So have you decided to go to school here?" She asked, trying not to sound curious.
Pyro choked. "S-School?" He started laughing, not noticing the irritated look on her face. "Why would I wanna do a stoopid thing like tha?!"
"Then why are you here?" She demanded.
"Chasin tha flame o'course!" He stated, grabbing her can of apple juice.
"Oh no you don't!" Amara stated, trying not to laugh as she remembered all the times Tabitha had tried to do the same thing.
"But I'm thirsty!" He complained, holding the can just out of her reach. "And I can't rioghtly go in an' get meself a new one!"
"Deal with it." She replied, jumping and grabbing the can. She gave an evil grin as she took a deep gulp, making him pout.
"Tha' was j'st cold blooded, sheila..." He muttered, looking as though she had kicked him. She rolled her eyes. Wolverine could threaten to slice and dice him and he grins like a loon, but all she had to do was not give him her apple juice?
"Fine. Give me a dollar." She held out her hand as he blinked. "You want something to drink, right?" He grinned again, digging into the back pocket of his surfer shorts and pulling out his wallet, handing her a five. "And what do you want?" She asked, only to blink as someone came storming towards them.
Scott glared down at the Acolyte, reaching for his shades. "Run, Amara, I'll take care of this." The overly serious team leader stated, gritting his teeth as Pyro started laughing hysterically. "Find something amusing hyena boy?"
Amara snickered. "Hyena boy..." She repeated, earning a pouting glare from the blonde in question.
"I am NA a Hyena!" He stated, a grin pulling at his lips. "I'm more'a dingo." Amara started laughing at this one, earning a dirty look from Scott.
"You are not supposed to find the enemy amusing, Amara." Scott lectured. Amara sighed, pocketing the five.
"Sure, Scott. But if Jean finds you fighting at school you know what will happen." She stated, turning and walking away as Pyro started laughing again.
Scott whirled, glaring at the aussie. "What do you think you're doing here, Acolyte? And talking to an X men none the less! What are you trying to do to her?" He gritted out, grabbing the male by the collar.
"Well..." Pyro grinned at him. "I did 'ave a very interestin' dream las night..." He started out, earning a disgusted look from Scott as the other man tossed him down.
"Be serious you little prick. You're trying to get her to join Magneto?"
"Ya moight not a'noticed, but Mags is dead. Got the tape if ya wanna watch, it's bloody hilarious." He started laughing again, just at the thought of the tape. Scott snorted, taking a step forward.
"I hope you like Sprite, because that's what you're getting." The two looked up at the slightly scowling Amara, Scott frowning, Pyro grinning like the sun had come out again. Pyro jumped to his feet, grabbing the bottle, only to blink as it splattered all over him. "Er... you should open that slowly, it came out of a machine." Amara said, grinning evilly.
"Er... rioght."
"What do you think you're doing, Amara? Getting the enemy a drink!" Scott turned towards her again.
"That would be kinda funny..." Amara said, looking thoughtful. "Oh! You just stabbed me! Wanna latte?" Pyro choked, sprite coming out of his nose. Scott growled.
"Fine, but I'm not leaving you alone... with... him!" He announced, dropping down at a close distance and glowering at the blonde. "You even THINK about taking out your lighter and I swear-"
Amara sighed, grabbing her bag and walking away. "You two seem so fascinated with each other that I think I'll give you some time alone." She said coldly, not even bothering to look back. She groaned as she noticed Pyro jogging to reach her side.
"Tha wasn't nice!" He complained, still grinning slightly.
"And why would I want to be nice to you? You're my STALKER!" She shouted, earning strange looks from all the kids in the courtyard. He started laughing... again.
"No love, if I were yer stalker I wouldn't be 'avin nearly as much fun." He replied, blinking as she started digging in her bag. "Wot's with tha books, love?"
"I have class. This IS a school, you realize." She gave him a vicious grin. "Or are you planning on joining me for Economics?"
"Do ya get ta play with fire?" He asked, looking as though he were actually considering it. He turned, waving happily at the Xmen glaring at him from all directions. "Friendly group ya got 'ere, love." He blinked as a couple of football players came towards them, glowering.
"So the little freak has a new boyfriend, is that it? Wha'd I tell you about bringing new freaks to school, girl?" The blonde one asked, ignoring Pyro completely to glare at Amara.
"Leave him alone, Duncan." Jean said from somewhere to the right.
"I don't have to listen to you anymore, Jean. Now stay out of this." Duncan replied, turning back to the blonde, who had his lighter in his hand and a wide grin on his face. Amara grabbed the arm.
"Don't, John. He's just a-"
"Lot better than you freaks." Duncan butted in. "What's with the lighter, freak? You look stoned enough as it is."
"Stoned? I was thinkin... charred." Pyro replied, grinning even wider as Amara tugged at his arm. "Think you humans are so spiffy, do'ya?" Duncan reached out, grabbing the thinner man by the collar and hauling him off of his feet. Pyro just grinned, clicking his lighter open. Then next thing they knew Duncan was flying backwards across the courtyard, and Pyro's lighter was in Jean's hand.
"While I don't agree with Duncan's actions, I cannot allow you to be here, Pyro." Jean stated coldly, glancing quickly over at the worried looking Amara. "You are trespassing on school property."
Pyro looked a little worried, not so much because what she had done to Duncan, but because she was holding his precious lighter hostage. "Roight'o, red. But-"
"You can have it back as soon as you're off campus. Amara?" Jean said, making the other girl nod and step forward to take the lighter. Scott stepped forward, as though to complain, but Amara grabbed the lighter and dragged Pyro away before he could comment.
She shoved him into the parking lot, not surprised in the least to see a small group gathered around his bike. With a quick motion his lighter was back in his grasp, where he kissed it happily. "Man I missed me lighter!" He said, grinning widely as she rolled her eyes.
"Now leave already! You could have gotten us all in really big trouble!" Amara said, shoving futilely at him.
"But I didn' start tha!"
"It doesn't matter! The Principal is just looking for an excuse to get us all expelled!" She said, cursing herself as his grin took a sinister edge. "And don't even THINK about it! If anyone gets to light this place up it's me!" She blushed as he started laughing. "Not that I would! I mean- Oh just go!"
"When's this place git out, love?" He asked, still not budging.
"Like I would tell you something like that." She muttered, trying to shove him again. She sighed as he didn't move, almost reluctantly lighting up her hand and reaching for his butt.
"Wait! Ya don't haveta do tha!" He yelped, grabbing the seat of his shorts before she could light them on fire. "But if ya don't tell me, I'm gonna 'aveta sit 'ere for who knows 'ow long!"
"Fine. It gets out at five." She lied.
"Tha's j'st cruel!" He complained. "Ya ought ta complain!"
"Oh, I will. Trust me. Now go!"
"J'st..." He grabbed her shoulder, for the first time making her really scared, then pulled her forward, kissing her just like he had kissed the lighter. He grinned and ran before she could recover, intent on showing his bike off to the group it had attracted. She stared after him, not sure what she should be feeling, then sighed. After so long a time living with the X men, she was almost used to this strange sort of behavior. Sheesh, at the institute, playing fetch is a form of courtship. In comparison... this looked almost normal.
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Chap 3: Bully Bully
AN: I said it was long^_^ Er, that is, for me... Wai! Repeat reviewers! Thankies, guys! I'm so glad you are enjoying this as much as I am^_^ I have to admit, I'm a newcomer in this section of FF.Net, so thanks for being so nice about letting me in. I will be bringing a little bit of Remy in later, but I'm focusing on St. John/Amara right now, just to see if I can make it plausible^_~ Please! Drop a note when you're done!
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Amara made her way out to the trees by the school the next day when lunch time came around. She wanted to try something, but if she was caught she would be in deep trouble. She smiled slightly, finding a shadowy spot and making herself comfortable, her bag of food beside her as she brought a tiny flame to her hand. "Rose... Turn into a rose!" She muttered, glaring at the small ball.
It shifted slightly, but nothing even close to resembling a rose, making her pout. "Stupid... as if I care what it looks like. As long as it gets the job done." She sighed, reaching for her bag, only to jerk as she realized it wasn't there.
"No worries love! It takes practice."
Amara jerked, scowling at the blonde sitting next to her, munching on one of the sandwiches she had made herself. "That's mine!" She hissed.
He held it out, a gigantic bite taken already. "'Ere ya go." He said, speaking with his mouth full. She shuddered slightly, taking the bag and avoiding the sandwich he was offering.
"That's... okay. You can keep it. It's probably covered in germs now." (AN: Kinda like when you loan a guy your favorite pen and he chews on it all through class-_-) Pyro grinned as though she had just given him a great gift and went back to munching happily. "So have you decided to go to school here?" She asked, trying not to sound curious.
Pyro choked. "S-School?" He started laughing, not noticing the irritated look on her face. "Why would I wanna do a stoopid thing like tha?!"
"Then why are you here?" She demanded.
"Chasin tha flame o'course!" He stated, grabbing her can of apple juice.
"Oh no you don't!" Amara stated, trying not to laugh as she remembered all the times Tabitha had tried to do the same thing.
"But I'm thirsty!" He complained, holding the can just out of her reach. "And I can't rioghtly go in an' get meself a new one!"
"Deal with it." She replied, jumping and grabbing the can. She gave an evil grin as she took a deep gulp, making him pout.
"Tha' was j'st cold blooded, sheila..." He muttered, looking as though she had kicked him. She rolled her eyes. Wolverine could threaten to slice and dice him and he grins like a loon, but all she had to do was not give him her apple juice?
"Fine. Give me a dollar." She held out her hand as he blinked. "You want something to drink, right?" He grinned again, digging into the back pocket of his surfer shorts and pulling out his wallet, handing her a five. "And what do you want?" She asked, only to blink as someone came storming towards them.
Scott glared down at the Acolyte, reaching for his shades. "Run, Amara, I'll take care of this." The overly serious team leader stated, gritting his teeth as Pyro started laughing hysterically. "Find something amusing hyena boy?"
Amara snickered. "Hyena boy..." She repeated, earning a pouting glare from the blonde in question.
"I am NA a Hyena!" He stated, a grin pulling at his lips. "I'm more'a dingo." Amara started laughing at this one, earning a dirty look from Scott.
"You are not supposed to find the enemy amusing, Amara." Scott lectured. Amara sighed, pocketing the five.
"Sure, Scott. But if Jean finds you fighting at school you know what will happen." She stated, turning and walking away as Pyro started laughing again.
Scott whirled, glaring at the aussie. "What do you think you're doing here, Acolyte? And talking to an X men none the less! What are you trying to do to her?" He gritted out, grabbing the male by the collar.
"Well..." Pyro grinned at him. "I did 'ave a very interestin' dream las night..." He started out, earning a disgusted look from Scott as the other man tossed him down.
"Be serious you little prick. You're trying to get her to join Magneto?"
"Ya moight not a'noticed, but Mags is dead. Got the tape if ya wanna watch, it's bloody hilarious." He started laughing again, just at the thought of the tape. Scott snorted, taking a step forward.
"I hope you like Sprite, because that's what you're getting." The two looked up at the slightly scowling Amara, Scott frowning, Pyro grinning like the sun had come out again. Pyro jumped to his feet, grabbing the bottle, only to blink as it splattered all over him. "Er... you should open that slowly, it came out of a machine." Amara said, grinning evilly.
"Er... rioght."
"What do you think you're doing, Amara? Getting the enemy a drink!" Scott turned towards her again.
"That would be kinda funny..." Amara said, looking thoughtful. "Oh! You just stabbed me! Wanna latte?" Pyro choked, sprite coming out of his nose. Scott growled.
"Fine, but I'm not leaving you alone... with... him!" He announced, dropping down at a close distance and glowering at the blonde. "You even THINK about taking out your lighter and I swear-"
Amara sighed, grabbing her bag and walking away. "You two seem so fascinated with each other that I think I'll give you some time alone." She said coldly, not even bothering to look back. She groaned as she noticed Pyro jogging to reach her side.
"Tha wasn't nice!" He complained, still grinning slightly.
"And why would I want to be nice to you? You're my STALKER!" She shouted, earning strange looks from all the kids in the courtyard. He started laughing... again.
"No love, if I were yer stalker I wouldn't be 'avin nearly as much fun." He replied, blinking as she started digging in her bag. "Wot's with tha books, love?"
"I have class. This IS a school, you realize." She gave him a vicious grin. "Or are you planning on joining me for Economics?"
"Do ya get ta play with fire?" He asked, looking as though he were actually considering it. He turned, waving happily at the Xmen glaring at him from all directions. "Friendly group ya got 'ere, love." He blinked as a couple of football players came towards them, glowering.
"So the little freak has a new boyfriend, is that it? Wha'd I tell you about bringing new freaks to school, girl?" The blonde one asked, ignoring Pyro completely to glare at Amara.
"Leave him alone, Duncan." Jean said from somewhere to the right.
"I don't have to listen to you anymore, Jean. Now stay out of this." Duncan replied, turning back to the blonde, who had his lighter in his hand and a wide grin on his face. Amara grabbed the arm.
"Don't, John. He's just a-"
"Lot better than you freaks." Duncan butted in. "What's with the lighter, freak? You look stoned enough as it is."
"Stoned? I was thinkin... charred." Pyro replied, grinning even wider as Amara tugged at his arm. "Think you humans are so spiffy, do'ya?" Duncan reached out, grabbing the thinner man by the collar and hauling him off of his feet. Pyro just grinned, clicking his lighter open. Then next thing they knew Duncan was flying backwards across the courtyard, and Pyro's lighter was in Jean's hand.
"While I don't agree with Duncan's actions, I cannot allow you to be here, Pyro." Jean stated coldly, glancing quickly over at the worried looking Amara. "You are trespassing on school property."
Pyro looked a little worried, not so much because what she had done to Duncan, but because she was holding his precious lighter hostage. "Roight'o, red. But-"
"You can have it back as soon as you're off campus. Amara?" Jean said, making the other girl nod and step forward to take the lighter. Scott stepped forward, as though to complain, but Amara grabbed the lighter and dragged Pyro away before he could comment.
She shoved him into the parking lot, not surprised in the least to see a small group gathered around his bike. With a quick motion his lighter was back in his grasp, where he kissed it happily. "Man I missed me lighter!" He said, grinning widely as she rolled her eyes.
"Now leave already! You could have gotten us all in really big trouble!" Amara said, shoving futilely at him.
"But I didn' start tha!"
"It doesn't matter! The Principal is just looking for an excuse to get us all expelled!" She said, cursing herself as his grin took a sinister edge. "And don't even THINK about it! If anyone gets to light this place up it's me!" She blushed as he started laughing. "Not that I would! I mean- Oh just go!"
"When's this place git out, love?" He asked, still not budging.
"Like I would tell you something like that." She muttered, trying to shove him again. She sighed as he didn't move, almost reluctantly lighting up her hand and reaching for his butt.
"Wait! Ya don't haveta do tha!" He yelped, grabbing the seat of his shorts before she could light them on fire. "But if ya don't tell me, I'm gonna 'aveta sit 'ere for who knows 'ow long!"
"Fine. It gets out at five." She lied.
"Tha's j'st cruel!" He complained. "Ya ought ta complain!"
"Oh, I will. Trust me. Now go!"
"J'st..." He grabbed her shoulder, for the first time making her really scared, then pulled her forward, kissing her just like he had kissed the lighter. He grinned and ran before she could recover, intent on showing his bike off to the group it had attracted. She stared after him, not sure what she should be feeling, then sighed. After so long a time living with the X men, she was almost used to this strange sort of behavior. Sheesh, at the institute, playing fetch is a form of courtship. In comparison... this looked almost normal.
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