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Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution. Oh well, I guess that is life.
Chapter 5
"Where is she," mumbled the impatient fox. She arrived at the meeting spot at 7:30 but her student had neglected to show up and it was twenty minutes past that time. She began to idly play with her earring cuff, which had become a nervous habit of hers. Kitsu only wore the earring in her fox form and she treasured it dearly. Kitsu had been training Wanda, or the Scarlet Witch, as she liked to be called, for a few weeks now. She had been taught how to fight, which she seemed to have a natural skill for, and she had finally begun to gain a real understanding of her mutant gift. It finally allowed her to calm down and really become a better person. Kitsu had also trained her in some basic healing arts and herb lore that all witches know. However, Kitsu still hadn't told Wanda about being a witch because Kitsu still needed to protect herself. She suspected the girl had some minor witch skills but Kitsu decided it was best not to question Wanda about her family yet. To break the hold of the spell, Wanda would eventually have to talk about her family but that would have to wait until Wanda trusted her teacher. While Wanda could never be a trained witch, Kitsu didn't think it would hurt if the young girl knew a little about plant life and tending to minor wounds. Kitsu soon discovered that the girl she had been training was actually a good kid but she had lost her original trusting nature because of her past. Kitsu was so absorbed in her thoughts that she did not even see the young girl run up the field.
"Why are you late?" Kitsu asked in strict voice but it was still laced with concern.
"I was being followed. They are beginning to get suspicious about this meeting." Wanda panted as she tried to catch her breath.
Kitsu slowly stepped back into the woods to make sure her face was hidden. "Did you lose them?"
"Yes." "Good, but we will have to change these times to ensure our safety."
"Ok, what will it be?"
"I'll let you know. Keep an eye out for a notice. Now get home, now." Before the teen could answer, Kitsu ran quickly into the forest. She could not return to the house until she was positive that everything was safe. She couldn't led any enemies to her home so she headed toward her alter. She could do some practice in her own skills while she waited out any potential danger. She was finally approaching an important time in her life as a witch. Some privileged witches were able to gain a second gift during this time in their lives. Not many actually did but it was around your early twenties when a witch would receive her second gift if it was meant to be. While Kitsu knew that it was unlikely, she still wanted the honor of having one. It would be a great asset if she could not only have her mutant powers but also two witch powers. However, if it was not meant to be, she would certainly be satisfied with her two gifts.
As she made her way through the woods, the young fox heard a shuffling noise behind her. In one fluid movement, she grabbed her dagger and flung it at the target. Luckily, for her target, she wasn't aiming to kill. "What do you want?" She said with her trained coldness.
"Wanted to talk." Kitsu turned at a distinctive Cajun accented voice. She smirked as she saw the thief she had met so many weeks ago with her dagger dangerously close to his heart but it had the arm of his coat pinned to a tree. He moved his arms up to show he was not a threat.
"Get lost, thief. I'm not interested in anything you would have to say."
"Come on, what you got to lose by talkin'?"
Kitsu stalked up to pinned thief and looked him in the eye. "You have no right to ask that question. You are shame to your guild by working with him. Besides, I have more honor then to talk to a thief who breaks his own code."
"I never broke my code, chere and I mean you no harm."
"You broke it the moment you joined with Magneto and don't look so surprised, I make it my business to know."
"Well, I'm just warning you to stop interfering with stuff. You could be putting yourself in. unnecessary danger."
"Thief, get lost. Your threats hold no meaning to me. They are empty and weak. I promise you, if you try and cause anyone harm again, it will not be pleasant. You attacked those young girls knowing they were no threat to you and that they couldn't defend themselves. If I ever see that you were responsible for causing someone else trouble that cannot defend himself or herself, then you will be sorry. Got it?" As she finished, she emphasized her point be by allowing here eyes to glow yellow.
"Yeah, I got it." Gambit choked out.
"Good." With that, Kitsu hit the thief that she had known only as Gambit on his neck, knocking him unconscious. "That should send my message loud and clear." With a small laugh, Kitsu retrieved her blade and leaned him up against a tree. She picked up his still form and threw him out of the woods and left him by the park that was at its edge. She ran through the forest and only returned when she knew it was safe.
Love ya, Aisling03
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution. Oh well, I guess that is life.
Chapter 5
"Where is she," mumbled the impatient fox. She arrived at the meeting spot at 7:30 but her student had neglected to show up and it was twenty minutes past that time. She began to idly play with her earring cuff, which had become a nervous habit of hers. Kitsu only wore the earring in her fox form and she treasured it dearly. Kitsu had been training Wanda, or the Scarlet Witch, as she liked to be called, for a few weeks now. She had been taught how to fight, which she seemed to have a natural skill for, and she had finally begun to gain a real understanding of her mutant gift. It finally allowed her to calm down and really become a better person. Kitsu had also trained her in some basic healing arts and herb lore that all witches know. However, Kitsu still hadn't told Wanda about being a witch because Kitsu still needed to protect herself. She suspected the girl had some minor witch skills but Kitsu decided it was best not to question Wanda about her family yet. To break the hold of the spell, Wanda would eventually have to talk about her family but that would have to wait until Wanda trusted her teacher. While Wanda could never be a trained witch, Kitsu didn't think it would hurt if the young girl knew a little about plant life and tending to minor wounds. Kitsu soon discovered that the girl she had been training was actually a good kid but she had lost her original trusting nature because of her past. Kitsu was so absorbed in her thoughts that she did not even see the young girl run up the field.
"Why are you late?" Kitsu asked in strict voice but it was still laced with concern.
"I was being followed. They are beginning to get suspicious about this meeting." Wanda panted as she tried to catch her breath.
Kitsu slowly stepped back into the woods to make sure her face was hidden. "Did you lose them?"
"Yes." "Good, but we will have to change these times to ensure our safety."
"Ok, what will it be?"
"I'll let you know. Keep an eye out for a notice. Now get home, now." Before the teen could answer, Kitsu ran quickly into the forest. She could not return to the house until she was positive that everything was safe. She couldn't led any enemies to her home so she headed toward her alter. She could do some practice in her own skills while she waited out any potential danger. She was finally approaching an important time in her life as a witch. Some privileged witches were able to gain a second gift during this time in their lives. Not many actually did but it was around your early twenties when a witch would receive her second gift if it was meant to be. While Kitsu knew that it was unlikely, she still wanted the honor of having one. It would be a great asset if she could not only have her mutant powers but also two witch powers. However, if it was not meant to be, she would certainly be satisfied with her two gifts.
As she made her way through the woods, the young fox heard a shuffling noise behind her. In one fluid movement, she grabbed her dagger and flung it at the target. Luckily, for her target, she wasn't aiming to kill. "What do you want?" She said with her trained coldness.
"Wanted to talk." Kitsu turned at a distinctive Cajun accented voice. She smirked as she saw the thief she had met so many weeks ago with her dagger dangerously close to his heart but it had the arm of his coat pinned to a tree. He moved his arms up to show he was not a threat.
"Get lost, thief. I'm not interested in anything you would have to say."
"Come on, what you got to lose by talkin'?"
Kitsu stalked up to pinned thief and looked him in the eye. "You have no right to ask that question. You are shame to your guild by working with him. Besides, I have more honor then to talk to a thief who breaks his own code."
"I never broke my code, chere and I mean you no harm."
"You broke it the moment you joined with Magneto and don't look so surprised, I make it my business to know."
"Well, I'm just warning you to stop interfering with stuff. You could be putting yourself in. unnecessary danger."
"Thief, get lost. Your threats hold no meaning to me. They are empty and weak. I promise you, if you try and cause anyone harm again, it will not be pleasant. You attacked those young girls knowing they were no threat to you and that they couldn't defend themselves. If I ever see that you were responsible for causing someone else trouble that cannot defend himself or herself, then you will be sorry. Got it?" As she finished, she emphasized her point be by allowing here eyes to glow yellow.
"Yeah, I got it." Gambit choked out.
"Good." With that, Kitsu hit the thief that she had known only as Gambit on his neck, knocking him unconscious. "That should send my message loud and clear." With a small laugh, Kitsu retrieved her blade and leaned him up against a tree. She picked up his still form and threw him out of the woods and left him by the park that was at its edge. She ran through the forest and only returned when she knew it was safe.