The fourth day, there was no haiku anywhere, though every corner of the mansion was searched thoroughly.

The school was buzzing the next morning, though. Remy didn't have to look for the latest haiku. As soon as they saw him, some of the eager kids pointed it out. It was printed on paper that had been folded and cut to make patterns.

Lovesong

Horizon smiling above

The warmth of glowing earth.

Two hands, one fire.

They talk, making camp,

Smiling over the dead day.

Two hands, one fire.

Lit within, feeling

Fire, faces glow delight.

Never before.

Lying down, holding

Close, feathers touch and kiss.

Soft strokes and more.

Sleeping close, trusting

Each to each, cool with warm,

Two hands, one fire.

Snatches of conversation reached him while he read the poem.

"…showing off again. Typical."

"Japanese kirigami. It's gotta be."

"She blushed when I asked her, so…"

"…wish I could write like that."

Suddenly, the crowd's attention turned to Logan as he made his way through to the palm by the classroom, and even the scraps of noise he had been able to hear became meaningless loud sounds, until he unsheathed his claws. Then the students cleared away from him and became silent.

He walked past and turned around. "Got two things to say. Leave me alone. I ain't gettin' involved in this." He sheathed his claws and stalked away.

This was getting ridiculous. All the school now was waiting for more love letters to talk about. In the various English and history classes, students demanded time for poetry and "historical" poetry. Scraps of rhyme, all varying from sublime to ridiculous to torpid, were heard at all hours.

The favorite suspects were getting annoyed. Rogue didn't bother showing up for her classes any more. Professor X, suspected because he wrote a haiku back, announced he was giving consideration to banning all poetry unless the students controlled themselves. Logan had to shake some sense into a few students, and even Jubilee got bothered by a few people who believed she was after Remy.

After the professor's announcement, though, the more extreme incidents stopped. The gossip, however, did not.

That night, a dark shadow flitted through the rooms of the mansion and entered one, after making sure he wasn't followed.

"Well," Wolverine said to the figure in the corner. "You sure have stirred things up, haven't you?"

She replied, and he nodded. "Doesn't change the fact that everyone's thinking about you. The rumors are thick as thieves around here."

She laughed and responded, emphatically. "Sometimes," he replied. "They've said just about everyone is writing them, though, other than people who are dead, like the Changeling…they'd probably include him, if they thought about it. They even think I did it." He snorted. "Kids. So, you ever gonna tell him?"

She sighed and wistfully, throatily spoke to him. He smiled. "I know. But ya kinda already agreed to do it. I hope it's soon. I don't like this much attention."

She hung her head, and he lifted it up. "He'd have to be crazy to reject you after this, you know. The whole school's pullin' for ya. But if he is…you just come to me. I'll be here for ya."

He turned to leave, and she asked him a quick question. He frowned. "I don't want to get involved…even for you, I can't. Just do your best and be honest."

He said as he left for good, "By the way. The kirigami was a nice touch."

The author sighed. She was doing her best, but sharing tender emotions had never been easy for her. The idea of sharing her feelings with someone as mercurial as Remy, though she loved him, made her even more nervous. She held her pen and decided to write it out.

The poem was shoved under his door again, swiftly, and she was gone when he looked for her.

The Gull

Over the sea I fly.

A fish leaps into the

Air, scales shimmer.

"Dive with me! Deep down

the colors sing, the fish

swim, and we're free."

He splashed, and I dove.

"Fly with me, and we will

ride the wild sky.

Above the earth, we'll smile."

He winked, I rose, and breathed

Deep, air on high.

His head rose. "Maybe,

We should visit." I nod.

"For now, that's good."