Hello again. As you know, my name is Yuri. Not Urine. I just thought that
I'd clear that up. Anyway, I'm so happy that all of you good people decided
to review that I'll give you guys and gals a shoutout!
Rougehobbit = I LOVE YOU! You've reviewed every single one of my chapters! That has got to be horrible work. To answer your questions, Boris was in eighth grade, but his parents bought him a car when he had a learners permit. He was also held back in school, only not because of the same reason. I thought that there was something that I left out. Oh well. And the other thing I wanted to tell you about is that Yuri is indeed a schizophrenic. As such, he tends to be strange and hear voices. I would like to point out, though, that schizophrenia is in no way related to multiple personality disorder. Schizophrenia includes paranoia, abrupt emotional swings, mood swings, hallucinating, and of course, hearing voices! I'm going to stop writing about useless public service announcements and get on with the shoutouts. Sorry for not being clear enough. I hope you continue to read and review!
Got-No-Clue = WELCOM ABOARD THE CRAZY TRAIN! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Ahem, I just wanted to say that it's great to have you aboard! I love ya for reviewing. You're the greatest! I'm very pleased to hear that you like my style. Believe me, you will see more of it.
Everyone-was-doing-it = It's great that someone refers to him as spoony! I love it! I'm glad you like Yuri. Even if he IS insane. Thanks for reviewing.
Asylin = WOW! Those were the longest reviews I have ever gotten! Thanks! 'Pirates' was a good movie. I saw it twice. I'm glad you like Yuri, but I would like to point out that it is not his attitude, but his insanity. Not really much of a difference, though. Also, I'm glad you like my style! As I said to Got-No-Clue, you will see more of it. A lot more. Anyway, thanks for reviewing! LOVE YA! (PS - I know I already gave you a shoutout, but I don't think it was as long as what you deserved.)
Logan6 = OH YEA! WELL I THINK YOUR STORY NEEDS LESS CHAPTERS. HOW ABOUT NONE?!? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH A!!!
Ahem. . . just kidding.
Thanks for reviewing.
ON WITH THE CHAPTER!
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Hello to all of you Americans
Chapter 9
Madness at the Midnight Hour
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I sat on my beautiful bed in my brand new room that I was glad to call my own, just trying to make the voices stop.
" WHY?!? WHY DID YOU KILL ME, YOU BASTARD?!? I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU! WHY?!?" Boris's girlfriend screamed at me.
" ALL I WANTED WAS THE MONEY! I SWEAR! I WASN'T GUNNA HURT HER OR ANYTHING! HONEST! WHY THE HELL DID YOU KILL ME?!?" the mugger yelled at me.
I sat there at 10:00 at night when I was struck by the beautiful light of inspiration.
A most wonderful idea came to mind.
A most wonderfully awful idea.
I was going to meet with a friend.
That is, a friend of the x-men's.
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I sat on my bed at 10:00 at night trying to make the horrible images stop.
I had thought ROUGE was CUTE!
I HAD THOUGHT ROUGE WAS CUTE!
Needless to say, I was very confused about my sexual identity then, but there was something else that troubled me that night.
Something about the new student.
Even if I wasn't able to read his mind, I knew he was keeping something from us.
Something terrible.
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I returned at around 2:00 that night.
The bags under my eyes said enough.
I was completely exhausted.
I opened the main doors ever so slightly as not to draw attention to myself if someone were to walk through the main lobby at that instant.
Fortunately, no one did.
I was creeping through the main lobby, past the kitchen, when I sensed something.
If you fancy me mad, this is the part where I scoff at the look upon your pitiful face.
Here I go.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I feel much better.
I scoff because you would have seriously regretted the bet you made to your friend that I was insane if you would have seen how careful and cleaver I snuck up behind a doorway.
I scanned the area with my mind and found out that the signal was coming from the beautiful kitchen.
It seemed that someone had come down in an effort to get the ingredients for a surprise breakfast in the morning.
A young Kitty Pryde.
" Like, how come I have to put, like, a whole tablespoon of butter in this stuff? That stuff, like, totally clogs your arteries. . ."
Oooooooookay.
There seemed to be a lot about American culture I misunderstood.
First, to this day, I don't know why some Americans say 'like' and 'totally' almost every other word.
Second, I don't know why some Americans talk to themselves.
Not that Russians are any better.
And third, if so many Americans are worried about their health, how come America had the leading population of overweight people in the world.
Just like that old joke, " Only in America do they go the fast food place and order a drippy cheeseburger, greasy fries, and a DIET cola!"
This behavior intrigued me.
Anyway, I faced a dilemma that night.
I could either try to talk to her, or have a little fun with her mind.
Either way, it would work out great.
After about five minutes of listing to kitty talk to herself, I made up my mind.
Having fun would be much better than taking a chance of getting slapped.
So I decided that I would mess with her mind.
" Hello, Kitty." I said, standing up to my full height.
" EEP! Oh. . . Yuri! I, like, didn't hear you come in! Like, why are you up this late? Shouldn't you be in bed? I hear the professor enrolled you in school yesterday."
" Oh, I don't really think so. What is that you're preparing?"
" What? This? Like, it's a special breakfast for everyone. It was going to be a surprise though. Like, you won't tell anyone, will you?"
" Who? Me? Why kitty, I can assure you no one will be told of your magnificent feast until the morning."
" Wow, like, those are some big words!"
" Yes. Kitty? What would you say if I said that I could instantly make you a master chef?"
" I would say you're crazy. Like, is that you're mutant power or something?"
" Why, yes it is. But don't tell anyone. I want it to be kept a secret. Understand?"
" LIKE SURE!"
" Kitty, please, not so loud!"
" Like, sorry."
" Its okay. I want you to sit in that chair over there and try to relax. It may be a bit unpleasant at first. But after a second, you'll fall asleep and when you wake up, the professor might even let you become the mansion's head chef!"
" Like totally awesome!"
" Yes. Now I want you to try to relax."
" Like, Okay."
I unsheathed my spoons and put the tops on either side of her head. One aspect of my 'mind control' power is to be able to put someone under a kind of hypnotic state in which they are usually unable to wake up from, unless the have a strong will to stay awake through the process.
In Kitty's case, I don't think it would be a problem.
I told her constantly to relax and after about five minutes of surpressed giggling on her part, she was sound as a pound.
Or maybe the appropriate term would be 'purring like a kitty'.
Either way, she was sleeping.
I took this opportunity to fill her head with images of going out with Jean.
This way, Jean would think she's a ladies 'girl' instead of a ladies 'man'.
I kind of feel sorry for her.
But hey!
I'm just having a little fun.
At Jean's expense.
But at the same time, I wanted Kitty to not remember anything of this conversation, or to remember anything of me 'hypnotizing' her.
Child's play, really.
I looked down at the sleeping beauty with awe.
Lance and Kurt were both very lucky men.
And, a few moments later, Jean would be a very lucky woman.
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I was awoken quite abruptly by the sound of footsteps.
Soft footsteps.
I scanned the area with my mind and found the source of the noise.
The source was Kitty.
And she seemed to be coming for me.
I flicked on a light to look at the time.
The clock displayed 3:30.
I looked across the room to find Kitty at the foot of the bed.
And she was wearing lingerie.
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Well, what do you think? Please tell me with the little button at the bottom of the screen that say 'SUBMIT REVIEW'. I would really like to hear from you. Oh, and don't worry. It wont be a fem. Slash. Please review!
Rougehobbit = I LOVE YOU! You've reviewed every single one of my chapters! That has got to be horrible work. To answer your questions, Boris was in eighth grade, but his parents bought him a car when he had a learners permit. He was also held back in school, only not because of the same reason. I thought that there was something that I left out. Oh well. And the other thing I wanted to tell you about is that Yuri is indeed a schizophrenic. As such, he tends to be strange and hear voices. I would like to point out, though, that schizophrenia is in no way related to multiple personality disorder. Schizophrenia includes paranoia, abrupt emotional swings, mood swings, hallucinating, and of course, hearing voices! I'm going to stop writing about useless public service announcements and get on with the shoutouts. Sorry for not being clear enough. I hope you continue to read and review!
Got-No-Clue = WELCOM ABOARD THE CRAZY TRAIN! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Ahem, I just wanted to say that it's great to have you aboard! I love ya for reviewing. You're the greatest! I'm very pleased to hear that you like my style. Believe me, you will see more of it.
Everyone-was-doing-it = It's great that someone refers to him as spoony! I love it! I'm glad you like Yuri. Even if he IS insane. Thanks for reviewing.
Asylin = WOW! Those were the longest reviews I have ever gotten! Thanks! 'Pirates' was a good movie. I saw it twice. I'm glad you like Yuri, but I would like to point out that it is not his attitude, but his insanity. Not really much of a difference, though. Also, I'm glad you like my style! As I said to Got-No-Clue, you will see more of it. A lot more. Anyway, thanks for reviewing! LOVE YA! (PS - I know I already gave you a shoutout, but I don't think it was as long as what you deserved.)
Logan6 = OH YEA! WELL I THINK YOUR STORY NEEDS LESS CHAPTERS. HOW ABOUT NONE?!? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH A!!!
Ahem. . . just kidding.
Thanks for reviewing.
ON WITH THE CHAPTER!
*****************************
Hello to all of you Americans
Chapter 9
Madness at the Midnight Hour
*****************************
I sat on my beautiful bed in my brand new room that I was glad to call my own, just trying to make the voices stop.
" WHY?!? WHY DID YOU KILL ME, YOU BASTARD?!? I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU! WHY?!?" Boris's girlfriend screamed at me.
" ALL I WANTED WAS THE MONEY! I SWEAR! I WASN'T GUNNA HURT HER OR ANYTHING! HONEST! WHY THE HELL DID YOU KILL ME?!?" the mugger yelled at me.
I sat there at 10:00 at night when I was struck by the beautiful light of inspiration.
A most wonderful idea came to mind.
A most wonderfully awful idea.
I was going to meet with a friend.
That is, a friend of the x-men's.
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
I sat on my bed at 10:00 at night trying to make the horrible images stop.
I had thought ROUGE was CUTE!
I HAD THOUGHT ROUGE WAS CUTE!
Needless to say, I was very confused about my sexual identity then, but there was something else that troubled me that night.
Something about the new student.
Even if I wasn't able to read his mind, I knew he was keeping something from us.
Something terrible.
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
I returned at around 2:00 that night.
The bags under my eyes said enough.
I was completely exhausted.
I opened the main doors ever so slightly as not to draw attention to myself if someone were to walk through the main lobby at that instant.
Fortunately, no one did.
I was creeping through the main lobby, past the kitchen, when I sensed something.
If you fancy me mad, this is the part where I scoff at the look upon your pitiful face.
Here I go.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I feel much better.
I scoff because you would have seriously regretted the bet you made to your friend that I was insane if you would have seen how careful and cleaver I snuck up behind a doorway.
I scanned the area with my mind and found out that the signal was coming from the beautiful kitchen.
It seemed that someone had come down in an effort to get the ingredients for a surprise breakfast in the morning.
A young Kitty Pryde.
" Like, how come I have to put, like, a whole tablespoon of butter in this stuff? That stuff, like, totally clogs your arteries. . ."
Oooooooookay.
There seemed to be a lot about American culture I misunderstood.
First, to this day, I don't know why some Americans say 'like' and 'totally' almost every other word.
Second, I don't know why some Americans talk to themselves.
Not that Russians are any better.
And third, if so many Americans are worried about their health, how come America had the leading population of overweight people in the world.
Just like that old joke, " Only in America do they go the fast food place and order a drippy cheeseburger, greasy fries, and a DIET cola!"
This behavior intrigued me.
Anyway, I faced a dilemma that night.
I could either try to talk to her, or have a little fun with her mind.
Either way, it would work out great.
After about five minutes of listing to kitty talk to herself, I made up my mind.
Having fun would be much better than taking a chance of getting slapped.
So I decided that I would mess with her mind.
" Hello, Kitty." I said, standing up to my full height.
" EEP! Oh. . . Yuri! I, like, didn't hear you come in! Like, why are you up this late? Shouldn't you be in bed? I hear the professor enrolled you in school yesterday."
" Oh, I don't really think so. What is that you're preparing?"
" What? This? Like, it's a special breakfast for everyone. It was going to be a surprise though. Like, you won't tell anyone, will you?"
" Who? Me? Why kitty, I can assure you no one will be told of your magnificent feast until the morning."
" Wow, like, those are some big words!"
" Yes. Kitty? What would you say if I said that I could instantly make you a master chef?"
" I would say you're crazy. Like, is that you're mutant power or something?"
" Why, yes it is. But don't tell anyone. I want it to be kept a secret. Understand?"
" LIKE SURE!"
" Kitty, please, not so loud!"
" Like, sorry."
" Its okay. I want you to sit in that chair over there and try to relax. It may be a bit unpleasant at first. But after a second, you'll fall asleep and when you wake up, the professor might even let you become the mansion's head chef!"
" Like totally awesome!"
" Yes. Now I want you to try to relax."
" Like, Okay."
I unsheathed my spoons and put the tops on either side of her head. One aspect of my 'mind control' power is to be able to put someone under a kind of hypnotic state in which they are usually unable to wake up from, unless the have a strong will to stay awake through the process.
In Kitty's case, I don't think it would be a problem.
I told her constantly to relax and after about five minutes of surpressed giggling on her part, she was sound as a pound.
Or maybe the appropriate term would be 'purring like a kitty'.
Either way, she was sleeping.
I took this opportunity to fill her head with images of going out with Jean.
This way, Jean would think she's a ladies 'girl' instead of a ladies 'man'.
I kind of feel sorry for her.
But hey!
I'm just having a little fun.
At Jean's expense.
But at the same time, I wanted Kitty to not remember anything of this conversation, or to remember anything of me 'hypnotizing' her.
Child's play, really.
I looked down at the sleeping beauty with awe.
Lance and Kurt were both very lucky men.
And, a few moments later, Jean would be a very lucky woman.
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
I was awoken quite abruptly by the sound of footsteps.
Soft footsteps.
I scanned the area with my mind and found the source of the noise.
The source was Kitty.
And she seemed to be coming for me.
I flicked on a light to look at the time.
The clock displayed 3:30.
I looked across the room to find Kitty at the foot of the bed.
And she was wearing lingerie.
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Well, what do you think? Please tell me with the little button at the bottom of the screen that say 'SUBMIT REVIEW'. I would really like to hear from you. Oh, and don't worry. It wont be a fem. Slash. Please review!