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By V.Valentine
A/N: I don't own X-Men Evolution, or anything to do with the X-Men, neither do I own Vincent Valentine or anything to do with Final Fantasy. The people who do are lucky and bastards for not letting me have it. As usual, please Read and Review.
"Hey! Give me that! It's mine!" Jean yelled, currently chasing after Bobby running as fast as he could away from her, a letter in his hands and a gigantic smile on his face.
"This love letter from Scott is priceless, Jean. 'I miss you every day that we're not together, and my heart yearns for the day till I come back to you.' Aww!" Bobby said, and quoted from the letter, then proceeded to laugh as hard as he could, without giving away his lead from Jean. He then immediately iced up, covering his body the sleek, metallic sheen of the ice he created, and proceeded to ice slide all the way to the open front door of the mansion.
Jean, seeing his attempt to get away, stopped and concentrated on the front door, slamming it shut with her Telekinesis. Bobby, not noticing this yet being still occupied with the letter, looked up only to be greeted by the fine wood finish of their front door. Bobby immediately fell to the floor with a thud and an oof, the ice disappearing from his body.
With a smile on her face, Jean strode over to Bobby, and casually picked up the letter in his hand. "That will teach you not to pry in the private lies of others. Besides, he really does miss me." She said with a content smile, as she turned to look at him, but opening the door again with her telepathy. "Now go and find Hank for your exercise session. I'm sure he thinks that you're already-" She began, as he turned to see someone standing at the front door steps, looking to her.
She immediately flushed crimson with embarrassment; thinking that the person had witnessed the whole thing, and was wondering was going on. But then she stopped when she realized that it was a teenager, not older than nineteen, with obsidian hair framing his face, and letting it go around his shoulders carelessly. His hazel eyes were looking to her emerald ones, and his eyebrow was raised slightly, looking to her.
"This.is the Xavier Institute, is it not?" He calmly asked, his expression not changing much from when Jean had first seen him. "If this is a bad time, perhaps I should come back later?" He offered, a hint of a smile on his face, as he looked to Jean.
"Oh..Oh no, of course not! Now is just fine, I was just reprimanding Bobby here for prying into my room and taking something!" Jean hastily explained, realized that she had been caught staring.
The teenager nodded, as he looked to Bobby on the floor. "Well, at least I'll know not to do such a thing, if it produces that result." He says, as he looks back to Jean. "My name is Vincent Valentine." He says, finding his introduction for her. He was clad in a pair of loose fitting black jeans, a black button up dress shirt, but the top two buttons unbuttoned, and a red trench coat hanging onto his form on his shoulders, with a bag on his back.
"It's nice to meet you, Vincent. Won't you please come in?" Jean asks, as Vincent nods, moving to step over Bobby, making his way into the institute. He then looks to Jean, who then looks to Bobby, as he starts to get up. "Bobby, would you inform the professor that we have a guest." She says, as Bobby was about to protest, but remembered what just happened, and that nodded eventually walking off. "What brings you to the institute, Vincent?" She asks, as he was setting down his bag.
"I was told this was the place to come to, if you were a mutant. I doubt that I am, but recent events have lead me to believe otherwise." He says, as he looks to her, Jean nodding in response. As she was looking him over, she did notice how darkly attractive he was, but shook that thought away trying to think of Scott instead.
"What makes you think you're a mutant?" She asks, as Vincent crosses his arms over his chest, and takes a deep breath in, and then lets it go before answering.
"A few days ago, I was in New York City, and I was attacked by a group of people calling themselves the "Friends of Humanity". They had me cornered in an alley, and then I remember getting mad, and upset, and then I felt myself black out. When I came to, they were all dead, in various states of pieces. Naturally, I don't know how I did it, and then I heard about this place on the TV. That's when I headed here." He says, explaining what had happened to him, as Jean almost looked horrified.
"How could they do that to you? Were you hurt?" She asked as Vincent shrugged, not sure how to answer that.
"I remember being hurt before I blacked out, but when I came to, I didn't have a scratch on me. As to what happened when I blacked out, I wouldn't be able to tell you. The only ones that could would be the ones that attacked me, and I'm afraid that's not possible anymore." He says, as Jean nods, trying to fit everything together.
"Well, we certainly have ways to test you to see if you have the X-gene, but as to what happened you blacked out, and why you did it, that'll be a little harder to figure out. Until the professor can determine what happened, that is." She says, trying to give him some hope in the situation.
Vincent just reacted to this, with the usual stoic look on his face "Professor?" He questioned mildly. The only professor he had ever known before this one, he hated with a passion.
Jean nodded simply. "Professor Xavier. He's a mutant, just like me. He has the ability to read minds, and is probably the most powerful psychic on the planet. If anybody can help you figure out what happened, he can." She says, as Vincent nods simply.
"Until then, what shall I do?" He asks, as Jean almost slapped herself for her lack of manners.
"Oh.of course, you're probably tired. You can have one of the guest rooms we have here. It seems like the Professor won't be back until later tonight, so feel free to relax until then." She says, as she motions for him to follow her, as she strides off down one of the hallways. Vincent nods, as he picks up his bag and follows her down the hall.
On the way, Kurt and Kitty rush past them, Kurt holding the remote control in his hands, as he moves to teleport out of the way once Kitty got close enough to try and catch him.
"Give it up, Kitty. You won't be getting ze remote control away from me. We're watching Baywatch, and that's that." Kurt explains with a grin, as Kitty looks up to him and growls slightly.
"Kurt, you better, like, keep on teleporting or else I'm going to have to hurt you when I, like, catch you!" Kitty yells as she continues to follow after the bounding Nightcrawler. Vincent looked to Jean with a raised eyebrow again, as Jean just slowly shook her head.
"Don't ask. It's just another Tuesday around here." She says, as Vincent just nods at that, and follows after her, again. They stop in front of very nicely decorated guest room, as Jean opens the door for him. "I hope you like this room. This will give you a chance to be comfortable." She says, as Vincent steps in looking around, and sets down his bag.
"This should do very nicely. Thank you." Vincent says, as he looks back to Jean. She nodded slightly, smiling to him.
"You're very welcome. If you want, once you get settled in, you can come join us all in the rec. room. It'll give you a chance to meet the others." Jean says, as Vincent nods slightly.
"Thank you once again. I shall be down shortly." He says simply as Jean nods as closes the door, leaving him to his own business. Vincent then turns away from the door, and looks around the room. Picking up his bag, he walks over to the dresser, with a large mirror attached to it at the top. Beginning to unpack his stuff from his bag, and into the dresser, Vincent briefly looks up to mirror, to his own reflection.
The room was surely quiet, as he did so. Almost unnaturally quiet. He was trying to rationalize that it was his own imagination, and that such thoughts were foolish. But then he looked up to the mirror once again, and this time, a voice came with it.
"Release me, Valentine...." The voice commanded softly, inside of his head.
Vincent looked around the room, not finding anyone else in there with him, as he slowly just shook his head, and as soon as he was finished, the voice was gone. After a few moments to check to see if he was hearing anything again, he shrugged it off, and finished up unpacking into the dresser.
After a few moments of relaxing, seeing that he was unpacked, he removes the trench coat from his body, and tosses it onto the bed. Sighing softly, he moves to the door from his room, and then opens it, walking into the hall that leads out the rec. room.
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By V.Valentine
A/N: I don't own X-Men Evolution, or anything to do with the X-Men, neither do I own Vincent Valentine or anything to do with Final Fantasy. The people who do are lucky and bastards for not letting me have it. As usual, please Read and Review.
"Hey! Give me that! It's mine!" Jean yelled, currently chasing after Bobby running as fast as he could away from her, a letter in his hands and a gigantic smile on his face.
"This love letter from Scott is priceless, Jean. 'I miss you every day that we're not together, and my heart yearns for the day till I come back to you.' Aww!" Bobby said, and quoted from the letter, then proceeded to laugh as hard as he could, without giving away his lead from Jean. He then immediately iced up, covering his body the sleek, metallic sheen of the ice he created, and proceeded to ice slide all the way to the open front door of the mansion.
Jean, seeing his attempt to get away, stopped and concentrated on the front door, slamming it shut with her Telekinesis. Bobby, not noticing this yet being still occupied with the letter, looked up only to be greeted by the fine wood finish of their front door. Bobby immediately fell to the floor with a thud and an oof, the ice disappearing from his body.
With a smile on her face, Jean strode over to Bobby, and casually picked up the letter in his hand. "That will teach you not to pry in the private lies of others. Besides, he really does miss me." She said with a content smile, as she turned to look at him, but opening the door again with her telepathy. "Now go and find Hank for your exercise session. I'm sure he thinks that you're already-" She began, as he turned to see someone standing at the front door steps, looking to her.
She immediately flushed crimson with embarrassment; thinking that the person had witnessed the whole thing, and was wondering was going on. But then she stopped when she realized that it was a teenager, not older than nineteen, with obsidian hair framing his face, and letting it go around his shoulders carelessly. His hazel eyes were looking to her emerald ones, and his eyebrow was raised slightly, looking to her.
"This.is the Xavier Institute, is it not?" He calmly asked, his expression not changing much from when Jean had first seen him. "If this is a bad time, perhaps I should come back later?" He offered, a hint of a smile on his face, as he looked to Jean.
"Oh..Oh no, of course not! Now is just fine, I was just reprimanding Bobby here for prying into my room and taking something!" Jean hastily explained, realized that she had been caught staring.
The teenager nodded, as he looked to Bobby on the floor. "Well, at least I'll know not to do such a thing, if it produces that result." He says, as he looks back to Jean. "My name is Vincent Valentine." He says, finding his introduction for her. He was clad in a pair of loose fitting black jeans, a black button up dress shirt, but the top two buttons unbuttoned, and a red trench coat hanging onto his form on his shoulders, with a bag on his back.
"It's nice to meet you, Vincent. Won't you please come in?" Jean asks, as Vincent nods, moving to step over Bobby, making his way into the institute. He then looks to Jean, who then looks to Bobby, as he starts to get up. "Bobby, would you inform the professor that we have a guest." She says, as Bobby was about to protest, but remembered what just happened, and that nodded eventually walking off. "What brings you to the institute, Vincent?" She asks, as he was setting down his bag.
"I was told this was the place to come to, if you were a mutant. I doubt that I am, but recent events have lead me to believe otherwise." He says, as he looks to her, Jean nodding in response. As she was looking him over, she did notice how darkly attractive he was, but shook that thought away trying to think of Scott instead.
"What makes you think you're a mutant?" She asks, as Vincent crosses his arms over his chest, and takes a deep breath in, and then lets it go before answering.
"A few days ago, I was in New York City, and I was attacked by a group of people calling themselves the "Friends of Humanity". They had me cornered in an alley, and then I remember getting mad, and upset, and then I felt myself black out. When I came to, they were all dead, in various states of pieces. Naturally, I don't know how I did it, and then I heard about this place on the TV. That's when I headed here." He says, explaining what had happened to him, as Jean almost looked horrified.
"How could they do that to you? Were you hurt?" She asked as Vincent shrugged, not sure how to answer that.
"I remember being hurt before I blacked out, but when I came to, I didn't have a scratch on me. As to what happened when I blacked out, I wouldn't be able to tell you. The only ones that could would be the ones that attacked me, and I'm afraid that's not possible anymore." He says, as Jean nods, trying to fit everything together.
"Well, we certainly have ways to test you to see if you have the X-gene, but as to what happened you blacked out, and why you did it, that'll be a little harder to figure out. Until the professor can determine what happened, that is." She says, trying to give him some hope in the situation.
Vincent just reacted to this, with the usual stoic look on his face "Professor?" He questioned mildly. The only professor he had ever known before this one, he hated with a passion.
Jean nodded simply. "Professor Xavier. He's a mutant, just like me. He has the ability to read minds, and is probably the most powerful psychic on the planet. If anybody can help you figure out what happened, he can." She says, as Vincent nods simply.
"Until then, what shall I do?" He asks, as Jean almost slapped herself for her lack of manners.
"Oh.of course, you're probably tired. You can have one of the guest rooms we have here. It seems like the Professor won't be back until later tonight, so feel free to relax until then." She says, as she motions for him to follow her, as she strides off down one of the hallways. Vincent nods, as he picks up his bag and follows her down the hall.
On the way, Kurt and Kitty rush past them, Kurt holding the remote control in his hands, as he moves to teleport out of the way once Kitty got close enough to try and catch him.
"Give it up, Kitty. You won't be getting ze remote control away from me. We're watching Baywatch, and that's that." Kurt explains with a grin, as Kitty looks up to him and growls slightly.
"Kurt, you better, like, keep on teleporting or else I'm going to have to hurt you when I, like, catch you!" Kitty yells as she continues to follow after the bounding Nightcrawler. Vincent looked to Jean with a raised eyebrow again, as Jean just slowly shook her head.
"Don't ask. It's just another Tuesday around here." She says, as Vincent just nods at that, and follows after her, again. They stop in front of very nicely decorated guest room, as Jean opens the door for him. "I hope you like this room. This will give you a chance to be comfortable." She says, as Vincent steps in looking around, and sets down his bag.
"This should do very nicely. Thank you." Vincent says, as he looks back to Jean. She nodded slightly, smiling to him.
"You're very welcome. If you want, once you get settled in, you can come join us all in the rec. room. It'll give you a chance to meet the others." Jean says, as Vincent nods slightly.
"Thank you once again. I shall be down shortly." He says simply as Jean nods as closes the door, leaving him to his own business. Vincent then turns away from the door, and looks around the room. Picking up his bag, he walks over to the dresser, with a large mirror attached to it at the top. Beginning to unpack his stuff from his bag, and into the dresser, Vincent briefly looks up to mirror, to his own reflection.
The room was surely quiet, as he did so. Almost unnaturally quiet. He was trying to rationalize that it was his own imagination, and that such thoughts were foolish. But then he looked up to the mirror once again, and this time, a voice came with it.
"Release me, Valentine...." The voice commanded softly, inside of his head.
Vincent looked around the room, not finding anyone else in there with him, as he slowly just shook his head, and as soon as he was finished, the voice was gone. After a few moments to check to see if he was hearing anything again, he shrugged it off, and finished up unpacking into the dresser.
After a few moments of relaxing, seeing that he was unpacked, he removes the trench coat from his body, and tosses it onto the bed. Sighing softly, he moves to the door from his room, and then opens it, walking into the hall that leads out the rec. room.
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