Hail to the chicken, it's the chicken, so we hail it.
Hail to the chicken, it's the chicken, so we hail it,
And if you don't hail, hail the chicken, you slimy bast—okay, enough of that.
Inuficcrzy here, with the latest chap of GNIN. Sorry it's been a while, but college, man, college!!!
I own nothing. I mean it, nothing. The chicken stole my pics of Remy in his boxers.
Chap: the female voice of god.
Kitty paused in the hallway, still trying to catch her breath. After that last little wisecrack of hers, she'd made herself laugh so hard she had to make an emergency bathroom trip. Nothing like a good joke to make your kidneys kick over. Or in her case, damn near explode.
For a moment, she savored the cooler air and quiet of the hall. Seven hyper people in one room tended to heat the air up quick, and it was actually getting quite warm in there. It was bound to get worse, what with Tabby, inspired by Jubilee's surprise performance, suggesting a round of karaoke.
Kitty rolled her eyes. There was no way in hell she was going to sing in front of everybody! Especially not the Haitian Taco song like Jean wanted. (Note to self: never tell Jean about embarrassing childhood incidents ever again.)
Shadowcat decided to go cool off for a while. Not to mention, she had a case of the munchies worse than some camp councilors. Something nice and cold that wouldn't give her brain freeze and keep the calories lower than she had in the last two hours. She smiled as she phased through the floor and down a wall into the kitchen, humming, "Carrot sticks are calling out my name, la de da, carrot sticks are....."
~^~^~^~
Kurt was severely tempted to slam the fridge door shut. The elf had ported down from the security room to the kitchen to get some ice for his nose and some peace and quiet. Eight obnoxious guys crammed into a room meant for two at the most got hot real quick. And if you had a year round fur coat like him, heat was not your friend. Especially if you shed like a sick cat when embarrassed anyway.
Using a dishcloth to buffer the cold against his neck, he blessed the wonderful person who invented ice packs. He used the same rag later on to clean the blood off his face. Nothing like a joke at your expense to make your blood vessels explode. The disgruntled boy reached into the bottom half of the fridge and pulled out a last resort. He disregarded every health law he knew out of pure spite and drank chocolate milk right from the carton.
Chocolate milk was his secret pleasure. Evan normally guarded the stuff like a miser, better than Mr. McCoy hid his precious Twinkies, but Kurt absolutely adored the stuff and could sniff it out like a trained bloodhound. When he'd lived with his parents, he'd never had the lovely stuff, but once he'd been introduced to it in the States–damn. He really liked his chocolate milk. Wait, did he say liked? He loved chocolate milk. If chocolate milk were a woman they would have been married for years now.
He had enough common courtesy left to throw the empty carton out and not put it back when he heard the oddest little tune. "Carrot sticks are calling out my name, la de da, carrot sticks are"–
"If they really are, you probably shouldn't eat something that knows your name," he quipped as he shut the door. Only to be confronted with the last person he was ready to see.
Kitty.
Apparently, she had a problem too. She immediately blushed crimson and looked down at the floor. "K-Kurt?"
To say Kurt was turning red would have been the textbook definition of understatement. "Um, hello, Kitty."
She suddenly giggled. At his confused look, she smiled at him, still blushing. "Sorry, but I always get a kick out of it when someone says hi to me like that. I used to hate that show because of it, but now I think it's just cute."
"You mean like the Japanese cat show?"
"Uh-huh."
"Oh. Oh!" He chuckled to himself. "Sad to say I never noticed." 'Oh my god. I'm actually managing to talk casually to the same girl who all but said out loud that I must have the worlds biggest–—(ahem)----- well–----good lord.' He sat himself on a stool near the counter as she rooted through the fridge. "Do they really call your name?"
She laughed, "No and thank god. I have enough of a problem eating fish, let alone talking carrots." Kitty pulled out a sandwich bag of chopped carrots and sat in the stool next to him. She crunched on them with blushing gusto as they sat in slightly uncomfortable silence.
Kurt couldn't help it. He was still thinking of what she'd said to the girls before, about–"Kitty, are you mad at me?"
"What? No, of course not!"
"I'm sorry, but–we haven't talked for a long time." He reached over and put his hand next to hers, barely touching her fingers. "I miss you."
She sighed. "I miss you too, fuzzy. But, I just have this problem, and I want to sort it out on my own first. Somehow, I just keep thinking that if you help me this time, I'd be even more messed up." The look on his face made her quickly add, "Not because of you!! I just need some time to be me a while longer." She looked back over to him, with an oddly sad _expression on her face as she took his hand. "Can you wait a little longer, Kurt?"
He just smiled. Without thinking, he pulled her hand to him, causing her to fall forward. She gasped lightly, but stilled as she was caught into his arms. He pulled her all the way to him, just holding her tight. Kitty brought her arms up and wrapped them around his waist, squeezing him just as tight. He was so warm. His arms felt so strong and good around her, and he was so warm. No wonder she was in love with him.
He tilted his head and whispered in her ear. "Whenever you're ready, I'll be there, Katzchen. I can wait."
Kitty could honestly say she could no longer feel her legs. That must mean that she was levitating. Bound to pass cloud nine any second now. She was best friends, and in love with, the sweetest man on the face of the earth. She let herself hug him a little longer before pulling back. The girl smiled warmly at him, "Thank you, so much, for being my friend, you crazy fuzzy elf."
"You are very welcome, madam."
"Hey! I'm a miss, buster, and don't you forget it!" She lunged down and began to dig her fingers into his ribs.
"No! No, Kitty, no tickle!" Kurt desperately tried to protect his sides, falling off the stool in his attempts. It didn't bother Kitty: she just followed right after him.
%(*&%^)*&%^(&$*^%$
Despite the absence of one of their hosts, the girls were keeping in good spirits and having a wonderful time. Tabby was leading a chorus of giggling girls in the most outrageous dirty song they (either gender) had ever heard. Something about a sultan with 10,000 wives, and a serious size issue.
The guys were still in stitches over what Roberto had aptly named, 'the greatest penis reference permissible in polite company ever heard.' And while most of them wouldn't admit it, they were a little worried about Kurt. Remy finally stood up. "I'll go see what's keeping him."
"Probably trying to stitch his nose shut," Bobby quipped. Gambit snorted at the bad joke as he left and went down the hall. Iceman continued, "Poor guy's gonna hurt himself like that, blushing."
"Oh yeah, and we had nothing to do with it," Sam said sarcastically.
Evan suddenly whooped. "GO KURT!!"
"What?" Everyone wheeled around to look at the monitor Spyke was cheering at.
Kurt and Kitty were rolling around on the kitchen floor, hands in interesting places and legs akimbo. Ray couldn't help it, "HELLLOOOOO, KITTY!"
"Like you've seen that show!" Sam shouted out.
"Who cares?!" Bobby yelled happily, "Go for it, man!"
Scott just groaned. He'd seen those two go at it before, and had had much the same thoughts as everyone else. He'd tried to break it up, and ended up massively embarrassing himself. Kurt would still make cracks about him having a one track mind. "For the love of–would you bunch of pervs turn up the volume on it? Ten bucks says it's not what you think it is."
"I'll take that one, Evan said cheerfully. The speakers crackled then flared to life.
"—getting tired, fuzzy, huh, you getting tired?!"
"You––(gasp)—don't–—fight––(wheeze)—fair!"
"The hell with that!" She rolled one more time so that she was on top. "I'm a half-pint, remember? Short people gotta take advantage when we see it!"
"I give up," Kurt dropped his arms to the floor, genuinely tired. "No more! No more–(wheeze)–my asthma—(gasp, choke)–I think I'm dying. (Cough, cough) it's getting dark. (Wheeze, cough, hack) I'm dead." He sprawled out on the floor, hoping for some pity points.
~^~^~^~^~^
Scott just grinned cheesily and held out an open hand to Evan. "Pay up."
~^~^~^~^^~^~
"Nice try fuzzy. I win! Booyaah! Who's the GM of the universe?!"
"Me," he laughed out loud, before the words could clear for take off with his brain, "you said so." He froze beneath her. Wait a minute. Had he just said---oh, no. Oh holy—
Kitty stilled too and frowned down at him. "What did you say?" She couldn't have heard him right. How could he know that she'd said that? Unless---
One look at his face was all it took.
Her voice went blank with shock. "All of them?"
His tail twitched in panic.
More than she needed to confirm.
(Upstairs, Jean's left eyebrow twitched.)
~^~^~^~^
Remy finally tried the kitchen in his search for Nightcrawler, mostly because he was hungry. Needless to say, he was a little surprised to see that nice girl Kitty on top of Kurt like mustard on a ham and rye sandwich. "Um, you okay, Blue? I can give you two some privacy if you want"–
Kitty turned and looked at him.
Remy had heard one of his favorite comedians describe a conniption, and how you never wanted to see someone have it. The Cajun had a very bad feeling that he was about to see one, up close and personal. And since no woman in his entire life had ever looked at him that way, it led him to the obvious conclusion.
She knew.
Kitty slowly stood up, and Kurt scrambled to stand with her. "Kitty? Kitty, I'm sor–
She hissed. Outright hissed. Then she regained enough control to choke out, "Run—fast—now-----"
Two panicked blurs of black and blue streaked out of the kitchen, out the doors, and straight to the garage. A set of headlights could be seen racing out the gates and headed southwest, and they were clocked at roughly 168 miles an hour by New Jersey state cops seven minutes later...........
^~^~^~^~^~^
The males of the Xavier Institute for the Gifted were frozen in their seats. A monitor screen suddenly flickered.
Like a green light at NASCAR, it had every guy in the room to start panicking and running for their lives. They had no Kurt to port them out fast enough, so they'd have to run a gauntlet through the mansion and down to the garage, where, hopefully, there were enough vehicles to get them all to safety, some five thousand miles away.
Scott grabbed the door first, but suddenly yelped in pain. He jumped back holding his hand, like it had been burned.
The door, made from four inches of solid steel, turned red, then bright yellow, and melted like butter in a skillet. There stood Magma in all her fiery glory, behind her stood Jubilee with hot silver sparks dancing across her knuckles. Tabby was right behind them, a fistful of bombs in each hand and a smile worthy of Satan. Wolfsbane was partially transformed, her fangs bared and claws out, fur bristling with anger. Rogue had a bag in one hand, brass knuckles in the other.
But what really scared them was Jean. She had levitated off the ground, hair swirling around her like a furious red cloud. She looked down on them all, and rang out like the female voice of God—
"You guys are so dead."
Rogue just smiled, making them all shiver. "Actually, we're not here to kill you. But we'll make you wish you were dead..."
Ray dropped in a dead faint.
~!@#$%^&*()
Okay guys, I need your opinion. I've got an idea, but I don't know if I should do it or not.
I'm thinking of stopping the story here.
.......
............(sound of shot guns being loaded)
NO!!! HEY, DON'T SHOOT!!!
No conniptions yet guys, jeez! I said I was thinking of it, not that I would definately. It's all whether or not you guys want it that way or no.
I will not end the story here. I said I was thinking of stopping it here. I thought that maybe I could write the revenge, return of Remy and Kurt, and shippages in another story, tentatively titled 'Boys Will be Boys.' You know, a sequel. It's just a thought.
Now, on to review responses!!!
Lady Lebeau and Dark Jaded Rose: you're here! Yay!!!!! I'm so glad you two keep reviewing me, you have no idea how happy it makes me. Hope you both like this one!
Aqueous, Nie Starwhistler, Chia4, and The Uncanny R-man (RahneMan): you guys are so sweet to me, thank you.
Millenium Mutant: Yes!!! Woods company, that's the band that sings it!! I just cold not remember their name, thank you so much for reminding me! And thanks so much for reviewing me! ( do I sound hyper or what?)
Tokyobabe2040: wow. Really? He can do that? I thought he could only kinetically charge objects. But that would be so cool! I may have to try that.
Cannonballboy: I agree, a 51% is an F+. and thanks for the crazy round, I think I might use it. (don't worry, your friend will definitely get a byline for that one.) thanks so much for reviewing me! (oh, and I agree about your teacher too. He does sound more than a little looney.)
Moonlihgt Pheonix3: sorry, nothing but love for my fav Russian strongman. Thanks for reviewing me, hope you like this one.
Angelique: um, no, TTWT is not a side-fling of this story. Its all on its own, and I hope you like what I'm going to be doing with it.
Anon, Rogue14, SickmindedSucker, SperryDee: you guys rock! Thanks for reviewing me so much.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed me!
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PomegranteQueen
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Wildkats1310
Lildaisygirl24
Trunksblue
Angie chick
haydence
ryune
xx_silver thorn_xx
hallanole
reliena
DemonRogue13
Riv
Peace 215
Piotr's girl
Willa. J
Asteria
DOJ
Mrs. Jean Grey-Summers
Martin Pettit
Rukinha Lokinha
Nite sky
Gothic Cajun
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Kili-2
Hail to the chicken, it's the chicken, so we hail it,
And if you don't hail, hail the chicken, you slimy bast—okay, enough of that.
Inuficcrzy here, with the latest chap of GNIN. Sorry it's been a while, but college, man, college!!!
I own nothing. I mean it, nothing. The chicken stole my pics of Remy in his boxers.
Chap: the female voice of god.
Kitty paused in the hallway, still trying to catch her breath. After that last little wisecrack of hers, she'd made herself laugh so hard she had to make an emergency bathroom trip. Nothing like a good joke to make your kidneys kick over. Or in her case, damn near explode.
For a moment, she savored the cooler air and quiet of the hall. Seven hyper people in one room tended to heat the air up quick, and it was actually getting quite warm in there. It was bound to get worse, what with Tabby, inspired by Jubilee's surprise performance, suggesting a round of karaoke.
Kitty rolled her eyes. There was no way in hell she was going to sing in front of everybody! Especially not the Haitian Taco song like Jean wanted. (Note to self: never tell Jean about embarrassing childhood incidents ever again.)
Shadowcat decided to go cool off for a while. Not to mention, she had a case of the munchies worse than some camp councilors. Something nice and cold that wouldn't give her brain freeze and keep the calories lower than she had in the last two hours. She smiled as she phased through the floor and down a wall into the kitchen, humming, "Carrot sticks are calling out my name, la de da, carrot sticks are....."
~^~^~^~
Kurt was severely tempted to slam the fridge door shut. The elf had ported down from the security room to the kitchen to get some ice for his nose and some peace and quiet. Eight obnoxious guys crammed into a room meant for two at the most got hot real quick. And if you had a year round fur coat like him, heat was not your friend. Especially if you shed like a sick cat when embarrassed anyway.
Using a dishcloth to buffer the cold against his neck, he blessed the wonderful person who invented ice packs. He used the same rag later on to clean the blood off his face. Nothing like a joke at your expense to make your blood vessels explode. The disgruntled boy reached into the bottom half of the fridge and pulled out a last resort. He disregarded every health law he knew out of pure spite and drank chocolate milk right from the carton.
Chocolate milk was his secret pleasure. Evan normally guarded the stuff like a miser, better than Mr. McCoy hid his precious Twinkies, but Kurt absolutely adored the stuff and could sniff it out like a trained bloodhound. When he'd lived with his parents, he'd never had the lovely stuff, but once he'd been introduced to it in the States–damn. He really liked his chocolate milk. Wait, did he say liked? He loved chocolate milk. If chocolate milk were a woman they would have been married for years now.
He had enough common courtesy left to throw the empty carton out and not put it back when he heard the oddest little tune. "Carrot sticks are calling out my name, la de da, carrot sticks are"–
"If they really are, you probably shouldn't eat something that knows your name," he quipped as he shut the door. Only to be confronted with the last person he was ready to see.
Kitty.
Apparently, she had a problem too. She immediately blushed crimson and looked down at the floor. "K-Kurt?"
To say Kurt was turning red would have been the textbook definition of understatement. "Um, hello, Kitty."
She suddenly giggled. At his confused look, she smiled at him, still blushing. "Sorry, but I always get a kick out of it when someone says hi to me like that. I used to hate that show because of it, but now I think it's just cute."
"You mean like the Japanese cat show?"
"Uh-huh."
"Oh. Oh!" He chuckled to himself. "Sad to say I never noticed." 'Oh my god. I'm actually managing to talk casually to the same girl who all but said out loud that I must have the worlds biggest–—(ahem)----- well–----good lord.' He sat himself on a stool near the counter as she rooted through the fridge. "Do they really call your name?"
She laughed, "No and thank god. I have enough of a problem eating fish, let alone talking carrots." Kitty pulled out a sandwich bag of chopped carrots and sat in the stool next to him. She crunched on them with blushing gusto as they sat in slightly uncomfortable silence.
Kurt couldn't help it. He was still thinking of what she'd said to the girls before, about–"Kitty, are you mad at me?"
"What? No, of course not!"
"I'm sorry, but–we haven't talked for a long time." He reached over and put his hand next to hers, barely touching her fingers. "I miss you."
She sighed. "I miss you too, fuzzy. But, I just have this problem, and I want to sort it out on my own first. Somehow, I just keep thinking that if you help me this time, I'd be even more messed up." The look on his face made her quickly add, "Not because of you!! I just need some time to be me a while longer." She looked back over to him, with an oddly sad _expression on her face as she took his hand. "Can you wait a little longer, Kurt?"
He just smiled. Without thinking, he pulled her hand to him, causing her to fall forward. She gasped lightly, but stilled as she was caught into his arms. He pulled her all the way to him, just holding her tight. Kitty brought her arms up and wrapped them around his waist, squeezing him just as tight. He was so warm. His arms felt so strong and good around her, and he was so warm. No wonder she was in love with him.
He tilted his head and whispered in her ear. "Whenever you're ready, I'll be there, Katzchen. I can wait."
Kitty could honestly say she could no longer feel her legs. That must mean that she was levitating. Bound to pass cloud nine any second now. She was best friends, and in love with, the sweetest man on the face of the earth. She let herself hug him a little longer before pulling back. The girl smiled warmly at him, "Thank you, so much, for being my friend, you crazy fuzzy elf."
"You are very welcome, madam."
"Hey! I'm a miss, buster, and don't you forget it!" She lunged down and began to dig her fingers into his ribs.
"No! No, Kitty, no tickle!" Kurt desperately tried to protect his sides, falling off the stool in his attempts. It didn't bother Kitty: she just followed right after him.
%(*&%^)*&%^(&$*^%$
Despite the absence of one of their hosts, the girls were keeping in good spirits and having a wonderful time. Tabby was leading a chorus of giggling girls in the most outrageous dirty song they (either gender) had ever heard. Something about a sultan with 10,000 wives, and a serious size issue.
The guys were still in stitches over what Roberto had aptly named, 'the greatest penis reference permissible in polite company ever heard.' And while most of them wouldn't admit it, they were a little worried about Kurt. Remy finally stood up. "I'll go see what's keeping him."
"Probably trying to stitch his nose shut," Bobby quipped. Gambit snorted at the bad joke as he left and went down the hall. Iceman continued, "Poor guy's gonna hurt himself like that, blushing."
"Oh yeah, and we had nothing to do with it," Sam said sarcastically.
Evan suddenly whooped. "GO KURT!!"
"What?" Everyone wheeled around to look at the monitor Spyke was cheering at.
Kurt and Kitty were rolling around on the kitchen floor, hands in interesting places and legs akimbo. Ray couldn't help it, "HELLLOOOOO, KITTY!"
"Like you've seen that show!" Sam shouted out.
"Who cares?!" Bobby yelled happily, "Go for it, man!"
Scott just groaned. He'd seen those two go at it before, and had had much the same thoughts as everyone else. He'd tried to break it up, and ended up massively embarrassing himself. Kurt would still make cracks about him having a one track mind. "For the love of–would you bunch of pervs turn up the volume on it? Ten bucks says it's not what you think it is."
"I'll take that one, Evan said cheerfully. The speakers crackled then flared to life.
"—getting tired, fuzzy, huh, you getting tired?!"
"You––(gasp)—don't–—fight––(wheeze)—fair!"
"The hell with that!" She rolled one more time so that she was on top. "I'm a half-pint, remember? Short people gotta take advantage when we see it!"
"I give up," Kurt dropped his arms to the floor, genuinely tired. "No more! No more–(wheeze)–my asthma—(gasp, choke)–I think I'm dying. (Cough, cough) it's getting dark. (Wheeze, cough, hack) I'm dead." He sprawled out on the floor, hoping for some pity points.
~^~^~^~^~^
Scott just grinned cheesily and held out an open hand to Evan. "Pay up."
~^~^~^~^^~^~
"Nice try fuzzy. I win! Booyaah! Who's the GM of the universe?!"
"Me," he laughed out loud, before the words could clear for take off with his brain, "you said so." He froze beneath her. Wait a minute. Had he just said---oh, no. Oh holy—
Kitty stilled too and frowned down at him. "What did you say?" She couldn't have heard him right. How could he know that she'd said that? Unless---
One look at his face was all it took.
Her voice went blank with shock. "All of them?"
His tail twitched in panic.
More than she needed to confirm.
(Upstairs, Jean's left eyebrow twitched.)
~^~^~^~^
Remy finally tried the kitchen in his search for Nightcrawler, mostly because he was hungry. Needless to say, he was a little surprised to see that nice girl Kitty on top of Kurt like mustard on a ham and rye sandwich. "Um, you okay, Blue? I can give you two some privacy if you want"–
Kitty turned and looked at him.
Remy had heard one of his favorite comedians describe a conniption, and how you never wanted to see someone have it. The Cajun had a very bad feeling that he was about to see one, up close and personal. And since no woman in his entire life had ever looked at him that way, it led him to the obvious conclusion.
She knew.
Kitty slowly stood up, and Kurt scrambled to stand with her. "Kitty? Kitty, I'm sor–
She hissed. Outright hissed. Then she regained enough control to choke out, "Run—fast—now-----"
Two panicked blurs of black and blue streaked out of the kitchen, out the doors, and straight to the garage. A set of headlights could be seen racing out the gates and headed southwest, and they were clocked at roughly 168 miles an hour by New Jersey state cops seven minutes later...........
^~^~^~^~^~^
The males of the Xavier Institute for the Gifted were frozen in their seats. A monitor screen suddenly flickered.
Like a green light at NASCAR, it had every guy in the room to start panicking and running for their lives. They had no Kurt to port them out fast enough, so they'd have to run a gauntlet through the mansion and down to the garage, where, hopefully, there were enough vehicles to get them all to safety, some five thousand miles away.
Scott grabbed the door first, but suddenly yelped in pain. He jumped back holding his hand, like it had been burned.
The door, made from four inches of solid steel, turned red, then bright yellow, and melted like butter in a skillet. There stood Magma in all her fiery glory, behind her stood Jubilee with hot silver sparks dancing across her knuckles. Tabby was right behind them, a fistful of bombs in each hand and a smile worthy of Satan. Wolfsbane was partially transformed, her fangs bared and claws out, fur bristling with anger. Rogue had a bag in one hand, brass knuckles in the other.
But what really scared them was Jean. She had levitated off the ground, hair swirling around her like a furious red cloud. She looked down on them all, and rang out like the female voice of God—
"You guys are so dead."
Rogue just smiled, making them all shiver. "Actually, we're not here to kill you. But we'll make you wish you were dead..."
Ray dropped in a dead faint.
~!@#$%^&*()
Okay guys, I need your opinion. I've got an idea, but I don't know if I should do it or not.
I'm thinking of stopping the story here.
.......
............(sound of shot guns being loaded)
NO!!! HEY, DON'T SHOOT!!!
No conniptions yet guys, jeez! I said I was thinking of it, not that I would definately. It's all whether or not you guys want it that way or no.
I will not end the story here. I said I was thinking of stopping it here. I thought that maybe I could write the revenge, return of Remy and Kurt, and shippages in another story, tentatively titled 'Boys Will be Boys.' You know, a sequel. It's just a thought.
Now, on to review responses!!!
Lady Lebeau and Dark Jaded Rose: you're here! Yay!!!!! I'm so glad you two keep reviewing me, you have no idea how happy it makes me. Hope you both like this one!
Aqueous, Nie Starwhistler, Chia4, and The Uncanny R-man (RahneMan): you guys are so sweet to me, thank you.
Millenium Mutant: Yes!!! Woods company, that's the band that sings it!! I just cold not remember their name, thank you so much for reminding me! And thanks so much for reviewing me! ( do I sound hyper or what?)
Tokyobabe2040: wow. Really? He can do that? I thought he could only kinetically charge objects. But that would be so cool! I may have to try that.
Cannonballboy: I agree, a 51% is an F+. and thanks for the crazy round, I think I might use it. (don't worry, your friend will definitely get a byline for that one.) thanks so much for reviewing me! (oh, and I agree about your teacher too. He does sound more than a little looney.)
Moonlihgt Pheonix3: sorry, nothing but love for my fav Russian strongman. Thanks for reviewing me, hope you like this one.
Angelique: um, no, TTWT is not a side-fling of this story. Its all on its own, and I hope you like what I'm going to be doing with it.
Anon, Rogue14, SickmindedSucker, SperryDee: you guys rock! Thanks for reviewing me so much.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed me!
Shadow-Kitty-Kat
PomegranteQueen
Rika-or-ri
Wildkats1310
Lildaisygirl24
Trunksblue
Angie chick
haydence
ryune
xx_silver thorn_xx
hallanole
reliena
DemonRogue13
Riv
Peace 215
Piotr's girl
Willa. J
Asteria
DOJ
Mrs. Jean Grey-Summers
Martin Pettit
Rukinha Lokinha
Nite sky
Gothic Cajun
FreakyXGoth
Kili-2