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Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution so don't sue me.

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  The Dragon

                                                                                                                                                                          Chapter 3

I've met you before

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   'So you are from Akihabara, Japan. Am I correct?' Principle Kelly examined some papers as a tall boy stood in front of him.

   'Yes, Yes I am sir.' The boy replied in a very polite manner.

    Principle Kelly looked up and scanned the boy, he had brilliant eyes a very good athletic figure for his age and he was tall too. Principle Kelly seemed deep in thought as he examined the papers once more. He had a very good IQ level and he seemed to have been quite the genius in his old school and infact he was readily accept the student in his school but there was a certain obstacle here that needed to be clarified.

MUTANTS.

 Every since their exposure most students have transferred themselves to safer facilities and most parents didn't like the idea of sending their kids to Bayville High. So, the student rate wasn't that much and in a way he was happy. He didn't want the students to be in danger from such volatile individuals and so he had requested many people not transfer for the moment but this boy seemed eager and responsible enough to be accepted even in this critical situation.

 He must be warned first, Kelly thought, He must be warned about those certain individuals but I'm afraid he knows already that and that's what bothers me. Why would he transfer at this time?

 'Listen, son, I will be happy to accept a person of your intellect in our school but as you know this school is not exactly safe anymore.' The emphasis was on the word safe and that got the boy's attention.

   'What do you mean sir?' he asked plainly.

   'Surely you know about mutants in Bayville high.' Kelly informed, waiting to see if there was any surprise in the boy's face.

   ' I am aware of that.' He answered, with no concern.

   ' Well, you see they are pretty dangerous.' Kelly pointed out.

    ' Dangerous, have they caused any trouble?' still no concern was shown in the boy's face or tone.

    'Well, they have caused some major disturbances in the past few months and so I am telling you to stay clear of them.' Kelly advised.

     'Sir, you do not need to worry about my safety but I thank you for your concern and I can handle the dangers myself.' The boy said.

     'Well then that's set. Welcome to Bayville High Mr. Mitskake Hirome.' Kelly shook his hand.

      'It's a pleasure being here.' The boy smiled as he turned to leave while Kelly started finishing his business. Mitskake, as the boy was called, closed the door behind him and cursed in his mind, Mother f**ker.

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                                                                                                    ~* Kitty's P.O.V.*~

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  'Now class I want you to write an essay of environmental ideas-how you think can save our planet.' Mrs. Honington, the English teacher, called out our work with many groans as a reply but I had no reaction. I stared at the empty seat beside me and I found a deep hole forming in me.

  Drew McIntyre.

I was really feeling extremely lonesome and kept on staring at the empty space beside me. She sat me all the time even knowing…

I found I could trust her and we eventually became good close friends though I felt that the situation wasn't good enough to go to each other abodes we still had good ties. She understood what I felt though she claimed she could never truly understand my feelings for the situation for she had never been in it before but she knew the feeling of being exposed a secret of yours let out and some way or the other you feel bare and naked.

    I felt the deepest melancholy when all my friends abandoned me after realizing what I was but Drew told that people who couldn't handle the truth about these things couldn't handle reality itself. I cried once too many times because I couldn't stand it!

I mean once I was a person people thought was nice, ok to hang out and pretty decent and they liked talking and sitting next to me but now I was like some kind of freak. Drew told me to hang on, she made me understand that people will one day except people like me because all Things Come To the People who wait. But I just couldn't control my emotions sometimes; people didn't wanna sit near me anymore as though I was contagious, a disease waiting to devour them all. Whenever I got good grades they sneered and stared and said, 'Like she used her powers to get that one I mean without her powers she is like rock.' Even the teacher showed signs of that as she gave me out my papers. Drew told me to sod them off.

  I felt good when I was with Drew she understood everything and anything I had to say and she gave good, meaningful advises and I once told her that if she could give me a good reason to why people behave the way they do?

   'You can not control the free will of others Kitty.' She answered, 'People do what they wanna do and humans do fear what they do not understand. They are also afraid of extreme uniqueness like yourself so we have to wait till they get matured enough to accept change. We cannot control the free will of others if we could we would be God.'

 Damn she was right.

   My thoughts entered a new topic and I found thinking of another close friend who I may have lost and my feelings about it, which I shared with Drew, and she had a mutual reaction to it.

 Evan.

 It was hard to think he was gone and the worst was he joined those Marlock people. Like he didn't even take his stuff I go to his room and it still seems occupied and it hurts to realize at the end that he was no longer an X-Men. I discussed it with Drew and she knew what I was going through and this time she really knew the pain I was going through for she went through the same circumstances herself.

   'I know how you feel,' we talked, it seemed I could talk to her for hours like she was a journal, my journal, 'My brother left the same way too.'

   'What-what happened Drew?' I asked.

    ' My brother- well he did the same thing.' Drew stared down, not wanting to meet my eyes.

     'So what happened?' I know I was pushing the topic and when moments passed and Drew seemed reluctant to answer I got angry with myself and I wanted to apologize sincerely, 'I'm so sorry Drew I didn't mean to pry I –'

      'No,' she muttered, 'You have the right to ask I mean you let yourself in every single way but I kept quiet but you did it because you trusted me treated me as your friend so I guess I should have enough trust in you that same trust you have in me.'

      'Was it bad?' I asked.

      'Well I thought it was ok but to my dad's point of view my brother had done something which was a the greatest disgrace there was.' She had anger, a certain loathing in her voice.

       'Well what did he think?' I urged on.

       'My brother fell in love with a girl called Megan Blues, she was like a doll.' She continued.

       ' What was wrong with that?' I was puzzled; the guy just fell in love.

       'Well Megan was a prostitute.'  She said rather quietly.

       I had my mouth open for a long time but she was absorbed in her thoughts so thanks God! I mean she didn't like see me doing that enough time so close my mouth and get on with the story, 'Like what happened?'

      'My bro introduced her to my folks but they had no idea but I knew. My parents liked her for she was great person and she was a prostitute because she was making extra money so her little brother and sisters could go to school. She dropped out of school, forgot about her future but thought for her family, she thought about feeding her two sisters and brother cause her parents had died long ago. She truly loved my brother and he did too but then one of my dad's pals told him the truth. He was Furious! He told that a w***e can Neva love somebody. I hated my dad for sayin that ditto with my bro I mean such bad, harsh words I mean she is a person and my dad was overlooking the struggle she was goin through. They had a huge quarrel and my bro stepped out immediately. He didn't take anything and when I went to his room I thought he was still there. But reality is sometimes grim cause I woke up in the morning I always went to wake him up but he wasn't there, he wasn't in at the table during dinner and I even went out to his usual hang outs. But I found nothing but shit! He wasn't there anymore and when some of his acquaintances asked what happened I just couldn't tell for the pain returned my soul in its rawest and I found my original self drift away but a depressed figure standing there in its place. The friends who did know were having different concepts. Some said that they warned him not to get involved in a broad like that, others said he did the right thing because he liked listened to his heart, others said he was acting cocky for what a piece of ass, You get what I was saying, they actually said that! I was so pissed. I really wished I could do something Kitty but I guess they are some desires that will remain unfulfilled because the mind cannot always sway to the demands we crave.'

     She really started crying after that and I wrapped my arms soothingly around her. Trying to blanket her heart from the pain, cold feeling and of the bitter sense of abandonment. I too really wished to see Evan once more; it was a long time since I've seen him face to face. I just look at photos sometimes trying to satisfy a part of the wish but it really wears off in minutes. The others rarely brought up the subject; they too were saddened by Evan's decision. When I did bring up the topic and in just seconds people's moods were changed with the utter feel of displeasure then Scott would be the one kindly requesting that we talk bout something else. I hated them sometimes; here we were acting out that everything was swell just f—king peachy and Evan was living in the sewers of Bayville but then again, they did care. They just felt remorse too tense so they decided it was best to keep it under wraps.

    The worst was Ororo; she was totally devastated. I mean, c'mon, this was her nephew we are talking about here. I mean not only was she lamented due to the fact that Evan was family but also she failed her sister. She had clearly promised that no harm would come to Evan but it had. I truly felt sorry for her, it wasn't right, I wish Evan would have thought of the people around him before making the critical decision but he was not to blame either. His mutation had reached phenomenal heights so what other choice does he have?

   'Miss Pryde.' Miss Honington's voice was the thing that pulled me out from the deep slots of my mind. I looked up and saw her with the most unpleasant face. I gulped and looked down at my paper, like, I haven't written a single word.

   'Yeah.' I managed to squeak out.

   'Miss Pryde doesn't mean you're unique means you'll be treated in a special way so finish this quickly. Its marked.' With that she stomped forward making me dig my nails in my palm. How dare she! She was referring to the fact that I was a mutant! I looked around and saw the empty chair. Everybody has his or her selected people to turn through during a storm and mine was Drew. She was one of the best friends and I WILL DEFINITELY FIND HER!

           I promise.

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                                                                               ~* Rogue's P.O.V. *~

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             Eyes shot like daggers as I walked on the grounds of the place called school. They sneered at me and gave me glances full of malice and malevolence and though they were sticking like needles into my skin I had putted on the air of ignorance around me. I will not pander to them; these soulless figures that with their negligence thought of me as a monster but it was visa versa.

       I remember the first year I arrived in Bayville High. People used to think I was the ice queen for my introverted behavior, but it was never like that; it was because upon recognizing my powers a sense of unease built in me. I was afraid, yes, I was. I mean anyone who touched me was doomed to live a time in endless misery so why bother making friends when in the end I would ultimately hurt them even if it were something I did not want.

  There was another name my heart upon hearing scorched itself.

  Mystique.

  The name itself brought a our taste in my tongue and I swear I could have spat out in the middle of the crowd just to get the sourness to fade. THAT BITCH! I hated her so much! She, when, was Principal Raven Darkholm was so manipulative that she actually made me believe that the X-men were my foes when only they were trying to aid me. I know Professor X wanted me to be on his side very badly not for the craving of power but for the sense of righteousness. He told me he wasn't the right person to judge wrong or right for he was only human and to different people right and wrong held different meanings but he told me that Magneto was doing was wrong in anyone's eyes even his. He was just too struck by his own hard experiences that they blinded him. Professor X just wanted us to achieve control and the positive attributes when dealing with our powers and fighting the BrotherHood and Magneto's party was not only a good way there to get but also ensure the world's safety.

   He told us when he gained that what we do with our lives is up to us so I could understand that he was a good man. Mystique, my loathing for her was in demonic proportions. I hated her because I had loved her and she betrayed me. She first tried to get rid of me in that trip with Scott and then she imposed as my best friend, Risty Wilde. I've never fetl sorrow this big in my heart ever. Logan said he understood and I bet he did but I really did feel bad bout the cold way I treated the others for a time. Though I am regaining track I remember me being rude to Kurt's kindness but then I smiled when he said that though we weren't blood related we were still brother and sister.

       Mystique, I treated her as my mom but she only treated me as a pawn in her plans. I WILL HATE HER ALWAYS! I loved her but a snake can never love its prey can it. I really am depressed when this nagging matter comes to my head and I felt sad every time I wish things could've have different. I could've been different. I wish I were a normal girl or even if I were a mutant I was blessed with semi controllable mutant powers so I wasn't a walking bio hazard. My feelings were another tangled web of utter perplexing issues. I have strong feelings for both Scott and Reimi and even Logan. Logan! Whe—ere the heck that come from! Probably I started developing minor feelings for him since the "Mystique" incident.  But I loved both Scott and Reimi with such high intensity that my confusion increased.

      Scott, he loved that girl Jean. Miss popularity, she was so damn blind and a flirtatious bimbo! I remembered how Scott tried his best to court her but she avoided his feelings completely for she was too inert with Mr. Duncan it was not until the exposure since she jumped on him like her last resort, Oh, how I hated her. I loved Scott for his sincerity and his air of maturity and that he is always calculative about his decisions. He may be serious but he too knew how to have fun and joke around.

   I loved Reimi for his diligence, his fun loving enthusiastic character. He seemed to possess seriousness but he was also a person who could be seen with a smirk on his face even at the worst of situations. He was a gamer and would even use his charm on his enemies. He confessed to me he cared bout me deeply but nowadays I barely see him. Probably he's with Magneto who's conspiring another one of his bullshit ideas. I wish I could see him soon; he made things easier unlike Scott so infatuated with that miss girlie girl, Jean Gray.

      Bump.

  'Oww.' I fell hard on the ground. I was walking for many minutes but my mind were somewhere else I just hoped that I hadn't daydreamed myself in being late for class. So I quickly scanned my wrist and looked at the time in my watch. Whew, Five minutes left.

  'Miss,' that was it, I was thrown in the midst of magnificence. I never heard a much intoxicating voice like this before, 'Are you alright? I humbly apologize.'

      The voice sounded a young man's and boy was he gentlemanly, 'I'm ok.'

      'Miss,' his voice carried concern, 'Why, why are you crying?'

    Damn it, thinking about those issues made my subconscious secretly produced tears without my knowledge and I really didn't anyone to see me in this vulnerable state not with the current environment, 'I'm fine.'

    That's when I froze.

    This boy was the pure example of human aesthetics, a term I usually didn't reserve for men of his age. He had long flowing untamed fire tied up in a ponytail, which was like a leash, a meager attempt to tame the wild beauty his hair possessed. His orbs were like the enigmatic blue of the ocean, so peaceful yet when angered could create a sinful wrath. But … but it can't be! He…he was the boy in my dreams!

    'Are you sure?' he broke my hypnotic gaze.

     'Yes, I guess so.' I just simply said, earning secret glances of him. He wasn't buffed up as a jock but he was no skinny person either nor a pretty boy. He had fine toned muscles gathering in his body and his abs were so perfect, I swear I contained this deep desirable urge to trace my fingers on them.

            'Hi, my name is Mitskake Hirome what's yours?'  He was giving me a radiant sign that had an effect on me I slid on to the ground again as I was getting up. Seeing my struggle he extended his hand to help and I carefully accepted with my gloves.

            'I'm Rogue.' I introduced myself, crimson flushed on my face. I have known so many good looking boys before who all tried their luck with me but neither of them, even the ones I had crushes on, had brought this sort of reaction from him. I could tell instantly he was someone special.

            'Just Rogue.' He smiled but gave a skeptic look that made me blush Rogue.

           'Ya, just Rogue.' I replied, not being able to meet his gaze.

           'Ok Miss Rogue, I really hope I meet you again.' With that he went off.

           Miss, I thought, no one has ever called me that except maybe the people of formality never a person of my age. In all my stages of admiration I had totally forgotten that this was the boy in my dreams! My mind was set fast track in the line of ponderings. How can this be? Something strange was going on and I had a bad feeling that this thing was pretty much a thread in the girl's kidnappings. I must ask the Professor, maybe, he can find why my dreams are posing such meaning?

       I started walking off when suddenly my attention was magnified and shock got me like a seizure. Brush. His naked hand brushed against a bit of my exposed wrist when he helped me up. But, my eyes grew wide, nothing happened! What the hell is goin on!

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         Author's Note: Okay that was chapter three. Hoped you liked it! Oh by the way I don't hate Jean I know she can be irritating at times but so can all people. Its just Rogue has displeasure for her so I wrote out her thoughts. I'll update soon!

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