(a/n: I'm back in state, obviously. 'Cause I'm writing. I hope y'all
have liked it so far. I forgot to ask last chapter, so I'm gonna do it
now: Kraven the Hunter, is 'whoa' a good thing or not? C'mon don't leave
me hangin'! * sob *. There is one major reason I love fanfic. I get to
twist many characters. So, sorry, dears . . .several adults of the
acolytes are now teens. Just deal.
(In my fated addressee to my reviewers, ['cause I like it when other ppl reply to me:
(Sadie Joyce -Myst Lady: Again, thank you for your review. They just brighten up my day after mournful hours of work, that I now know we both suffer through. : ) Because you were the first to ask, and one of my very first reviewers ever [yay!], this story very well might be ami/kurt. I can't tell you. I need some way to keep you reading, don't I? I'm not opposed to blackmail in any way, shape, or form, unless it's against me. No problem including the scouts: Ami, Makoto, and Hotaru are my favorites. Sometimes even Bunny. Not Usagi. Only Bunny. Keep reading, keep reviewing!
(StarPrincess Sakura: Thanks, first of all. You'll see 'bout Rei and Makoto's powers. That's all the fun in reading the story, isn't it? Erm, okay, and the story title: again, that will unfold along with my story. I really hope you like it. I'll get these chappies up as soon as possible, and I honestly hope you like each and every one of them.
(As for koosei: erm. I hope you get struck by lightning, then. Just live through it, please, I don't know you, but hell, ya made me laugh! I need people like that around. Can't wait for another babble/review. After all, that's the only kind to give, ain't it? Just like this response! Lmao.
(Damia - Queen of the Gypsi's: glad you're so sad over the time frame! Erm . . . or should I say I'm sorry??? Oh, well. I appreciate the review. And do tell, is 5,0 a good thing? * sobs tragically * Don't confuse me. S'not nice.
(Eo*Angel: Intriguing? Glad to hear it! Thanks for reviewing, and I hope that your intrigue leads you somewhere good!
(Callisto Star: of course the senshi will turn up! Where's the fun without them?! Well, all the inners. I'm debating about the outers, leaning towards: they'll be repetitive, so, no. If you have a different opinion or insight about it, leave me a review, and tell me! I'm glad to hear it!
(Zackire: thanks. Glad you liked it.
(Chibi-Chan: thanks, mate! Glad you like it. I repeat my earlier answer. Maybe it's ami/kurt. Maybe it's not. Read to find out. *cackles manically for being able to blackmail people*
(Coyote Fire: Why'd you delete your story?! Now I can't read it! I can't wait for more to get up, even if it's not the same one! You should get the one you've been writing on Jasmine's computer on that originals site. That's a great one! Uhm . . .glad you liked it. You don't really have to get sailor moon to get the story, it's kinda self-explanatory, I think. If you have any questions . . .lemme know. Hope you like it.
(M.J.: HOW DIDJA KNOW? No one else guessed! You totally ROCK! All questions will be answered as thee reads on . . .DUDE! HOW DID YOU KNOW!?
(P.S. I'm on several of your favorites lists . . . I dunno why, but thanks sooooooooooo much. This one's for y'all!)
Better to Die than to Crawl
Chapter 3.
"Rei-chan." Again her grandfather called. Rei walked quickly to his side, and bowed slightly. "Rei-chan, there is someone here to see you. A young man." His mouth formed a slight disapproving frown. "Why haven't I heard of this boy?"
"I haven't met anyone new or invited anyone over." Rei answered shortly, and turned to the door to tell whomever it was to go away, and stay away, but she stopped short after opening the door.
At the entrance of the Hikawa Jinja Shrine, there sat a tall, lithe teenager. His blood red mane of hair hung down to the end of his neck, curling wildly. He stared broodingly at the cherry blossom trees with eyes a darker red than his hair, so dark that they were almost black. He sat with his arms crossed loosely, and his elbows on his knees.
"Hello, Rei Hino." He greeted her with a satin voice that made the hair on the back of Rei's neck stand on end. She shivered. He didn't turn to look at her with his salutation, but merely continued the study of the trees as blossoms fell to the wind, and scattered.
"Hello." Slid past her lips rather than the intended 'Who are you?'. Rei was completely entranced by the boy. He shifted slightly, and flicked open a Zippo lighter, and sparked it. Rei stared appreciatively at the flame.
"You're a fire-child, too." He noted, and, upon lifting his free hand, moved his index finger slightly. The flame danced, following his finger. He twirled his finger in a circle, and the flame obeyed, forming a ring. The ring of flame floated up, and settled at Rei's head, like a tiara. The flame didn't sear so much as a hair on her head.
"I thought I was the only one!" She answered softly, and snapped again, producing another flame. It wavered, and then exploded with light, more than tripling in size. It shifted to the form of a minuscule dragon.
"You've never been alone, Blaze." He answered, smiling only quirking his lips. It was the best he had to offer. He wasn't used to smiling, he hadn't had too much to smile about. "I can help you harness it. Make you stronger." He offered almost shyly. "There are methods to get control of it. You're so far from alone. There are hundreds, maybe thousands, of us."
"Firemasters?" Rei asked, wondering if there was so many, why hadn't she met any others.
"No, there are almost as many abilities are there are mutants inflicted with them." He answered. "There are some of us who look like demons. Regular people hate us. They fear us, and they fight against us. I've seen regular humans kill people because of the way they looked or because of their power. People are prejudiced to the extreme.
"I follow a mutant called Magneto. His goal is for all mutants to live a peaceful existence. He just doesn't want any of us hurt. I've seen your power. I was wondering, Fire Princess, if you would do us the honour of joining us. Would you?"
"I would love to."
*~*
Ami couldn't move. The woman now defined as Emma Frost glanced at her with worry. "Are you alright?" Ami tried to nod, but she couldn't. That would break her eye contact with the blonde before her. Said blonde was staring right back at her.
Silver met ocean blue in a clash of understanding, friendship, and love. Neither girl moved. Suddenly, both did. Ami fell to a knee before the other girl, almost genuflecting, keeping her forehead on the risen knee. "Usagi-hime." She murmured in awe.
"Ami-chan! Sugoi!" Usagi gasped, and tackled the other girl in a hug. "I remember you!"
"Hai, Usa-hime. But . . .from when?" Ami answered. "And could you please let go of my neck, it hurts very much." Usagi immediately moved off, and examined the dark bruising.
"Who did this?" The smaller blonde demanded, examining it closely. "What happened? Oh, never mind." She rubbed her palms together. The friction of her hands created white spark-like emission. When her hands stopped sparking, but did gather an aura about them, she laid them on Ami's neck. "I can take the pain away, and guarantee that the marks will heal almost twenty times faster . . .that's all I can do."
"Thank you, Usagi-hime." Ami answered. "That is who you are, isn't it? Usagi?"
"Yes. And you're Ami. I think that this needs some explanation. I didn't even realize who I was until I saw you. And I'd gather the same goes for you, doesn't it? It was like lightning."
"Yeah." Ami agreed. "But I'm glad it happened. You work with Miss Frost?"
"Yes. She's very kind. She's smart, too. Like you. She helped me. These don't just heal, you know." Usagi answered, slightly waving her hands, which had stopped glowing. "I can do some nasty things, but I'd rather just keep healing. It's right that I help people."
"Ami?" Emira spoke from behind them, drawing the girl's attention to her. "Thank you." She smiled softly, and outstretched her wickedly clawed hand for Ami to shake. She did so without flinching. Both shared a mutual smile.
"Who are these guys?" Usagi questioned, gesturing to the two.
"Bryan Williams and Emira Lawrence." Bryan grinned. "So, is everyone going to stay, then? I think I'd like to, but I won't go anywhere without both of you." He admitted, openly including Ami, who smiled shyly up at him.
"I think we're all staying." Ami replied, with a slightly nod from Emira.
"We need to protect each other." Usagi agreed, hugging Ami again, in a firm, gentle embrace. "You are all senshi."
"Hai, Usagi-hime."
~*~
The next day
~*~
"Last day jitters?" Emira asked Ami, who grinned.
"I can't believe I'm leaving Bayville. I . . .I was hoping to talk to Kurt." Ami blushed darkly, and Emira got a feeling that she shouldn't tease the shorter girl, or she'd embarrass her so much, she'd be unable to talk to the boy in question.
"So, talk to him. See how it goes. It's called a phone, sweetie, you'll be fine." Bryan answered, wrapping his muscled arms around Emira's neck, pressing her back to his broad chest, avoiding her wings smoothly. As if they were made to stay that way forever.
Bryan had a habit of using little pet names for everyone. Honey, dear, sweetie, sweetheart, babe, etc. Everyone had gotten used to it almost overnight. Ami had, however, lit up like a candle the first time he'd done it. He even used them on Usagi sometimes. Both Japanese girls, in turn, gave him little pet names, too. Only they were in Japanese. Usagi's reigning favorite was Bryan-Baka.
Ami would just dissolve into giggles. She merely used a 'Bryan-kun' or 'Amai', which meant simply, sweet or sweetie. All four of them got along remarkably well. A girl nicknamed Catseye and a boy nicknamed Empath were always hanging around Usagi. Ami guessed they were close long before she had come along.
"I'm going early. I wanna see if I can talk to Kurt before classes."
"Careful about your neck, Ami Mizuno, I'm not going to be happy if I have to patch you up to fix that, later." Usagi said sternly, pointing at Ami with her breakfast spoon, looking menacing indeed for her choice of weapon.
"Yes'm." Ami saluted, and ran from the room before Usagi could extract her revenge for her lip.
*~*
"So, Mrs. Mizuno, the Professor did agree to come? That's good, right? 'Cause if it weren't good, it'd be bad, and it's not bad. Therefore it must be good. I think I am in need of a nap. Sleep is good. Very good. You haven't got any sleep on you, do you?"
"Honey, you're babbling."
"I know." Makoto answered the woman, quirking the edge of her lips in a smile. "I'm just scared. This whole thing is new. I mean . . .I'm a mutant. That's so much, all at once. Now Seki-sempai won't even talk to me, and even worse, she won't let Akemi talk to me. How could she do that to me? She may not accept me, but how * dare * she take my brother away from me?!"
Seeing that the far-too-proud brunette was on the verge of tears, the doctor pulled the girl into a motherly embrace. Makoto fell easily into Naoki Mizuno's arms, stifling sobs in the hollow of the woman's neck, her long, firmly muscled arms around her. "It's okay."
"Thank you, Mrs. Mizuno, you've got no idea how much this means to me." Makoto released her and regained some composure. "So, when are the esteemed Americans going to be here?"
"They'll be here quite shortly. I assumed you would want to leave as quickly as possible." Dr. Mizuno smiled softly, wiping the last of the girl's tears from her cheeks.
"Yes, I think that would be best." Makoto nodded. As her last word left her lips, a knock resounded at the door.
A man on a wheelchair rolled in, not touching the wheels, or having anyone push him. He rested his chin on his folded hands, obviously deep in thought as he slumped slightly forward. "Hello, Miss Kino. I am Professor Charles Xavier. I am the . . .headmaster, if you will, of an institute for mutants. Doctor Mizuno mentioned that you were interested in joining the children there."
"Hai, Professor." Makoto answered, staring, instead of at the professor, at one of the four people that had followed the professor in.
"Excellent. I'm glad to hear that. These are several of my students. Jean Gray, who is a telepath and a telekinetic, Jubilation Lee, who can . . .well, yes. Thank you, Jubilee." He chuckled as Jubilation displayed her powers, sending a light shower of firecracker-like sparks into the air. "That would be Peter Rasputin. He's just joined us on this trip. He can turn his flesh into organic steal, and possesses super human strength." That was the boy that had caught Makoto's eye.
He was the most handsome person that Makoto had ever seen. He smiled gently at her, and Makoto beamed in return. He blushed at her grin, and Makoto let her smile fade, just so slightly, so he wouldn't be so embarrassed. "Lastly is Logan. He'll be another of your Professors. He teaches martial arts."
"Sugoi. A new Sensei. That rocks." Makoto nodded to the man, who nodded back, at least not scowling any longer.
"Yes, Logan possesses accelerated healing, superhumanly keen senses and reflexes, and adamantium claws. His entire skeleton, in fact, is laced with the metal." The man was muscular and obviously more powerful than Makoto could ever hope to become, physically.
"Are you ready to go home?"
"God, yes."
~*~
(a/n: where the heck is Minako? Don't worry. I'll tell you next chapter. Well, I managed to steal a computer, and finish this [duh, I brought a disk] uhm . . .thank you reviewers. I hope you liked it. Yes, Colossus is good. I just made sure that them evil bad guys didn't kidnap his little sister. SORRY IF I MESSED UP X-MEN EVO for y'all. I've known that since the beginning. Colossus was supposed to be an x-man from the beginning, so I made him one. Hence the name, FANfiction, not PEOPLEWHOCAMEUPWITHITfiction . . .ya know? Well. I hope you liked it. I'll get the next bit up ASAP)
(In my fated addressee to my reviewers, ['cause I like it when other ppl reply to me:
(Sadie Joyce -Myst Lady: Again, thank you for your review. They just brighten up my day after mournful hours of work, that I now know we both suffer through. : ) Because you were the first to ask, and one of my very first reviewers ever [yay!], this story very well might be ami/kurt. I can't tell you. I need some way to keep you reading, don't I? I'm not opposed to blackmail in any way, shape, or form, unless it's against me. No problem including the scouts: Ami, Makoto, and Hotaru are my favorites. Sometimes even Bunny. Not Usagi. Only Bunny. Keep reading, keep reviewing!
(StarPrincess Sakura: Thanks, first of all. You'll see 'bout Rei and Makoto's powers. That's all the fun in reading the story, isn't it? Erm, okay, and the story title: again, that will unfold along with my story. I really hope you like it. I'll get these chappies up as soon as possible, and I honestly hope you like each and every one of them.
(As for koosei: erm. I hope you get struck by lightning, then. Just live through it, please, I don't know you, but hell, ya made me laugh! I need people like that around. Can't wait for another babble/review. After all, that's the only kind to give, ain't it? Just like this response! Lmao.
(Damia - Queen of the Gypsi's: glad you're so sad over the time frame! Erm . . . or should I say I'm sorry??? Oh, well. I appreciate the review. And do tell, is 5,0 a good thing? * sobs tragically * Don't confuse me. S'not nice.
(Eo*Angel: Intriguing? Glad to hear it! Thanks for reviewing, and I hope that your intrigue leads you somewhere good!
(Callisto Star: of course the senshi will turn up! Where's the fun without them?! Well, all the inners. I'm debating about the outers, leaning towards: they'll be repetitive, so, no. If you have a different opinion or insight about it, leave me a review, and tell me! I'm glad to hear it!
(Zackire: thanks. Glad you liked it.
(Chibi-Chan: thanks, mate! Glad you like it. I repeat my earlier answer. Maybe it's ami/kurt. Maybe it's not. Read to find out. *cackles manically for being able to blackmail people*
(Coyote Fire: Why'd you delete your story?! Now I can't read it! I can't wait for more to get up, even if it's not the same one! You should get the one you've been writing on Jasmine's computer on that originals site. That's a great one! Uhm . . .glad you liked it. You don't really have to get sailor moon to get the story, it's kinda self-explanatory, I think. If you have any questions . . .lemme know. Hope you like it.
(M.J.: HOW DIDJA KNOW? No one else guessed! You totally ROCK! All questions will be answered as thee reads on . . .DUDE! HOW DID YOU KNOW!?
(P.S. I'm on several of your favorites lists . . . I dunno why, but thanks sooooooooooo much. This one's for y'all!)
Better to Die than to Crawl
Chapter 3.
"Rei-chan." Again her grandfather called. Rei walked quickly to his side, and bowed slightly. "Rei-chan, there is someone here to see you. A young man." His mouth formed a slight disapproving frown. "Why haven't I heard of this boy?"
"I haven't met anyone new or invited anyone over." Rei answered shortly, and turned to the door to tell whomever it was to go away, and stay away, but she stopped short after opening the door.
At the entrance of the Hikawa Jinja Shrine, there sat a tall, lithe teenager. His blood red mane of hair hung down to the end of his neck, curling wildly. He stared broodingly at the cherry blossom trees with eyes a darker red than his hair, so dark that they were almost black. He sat with his arms crossed loosely, and his elbows on his knees.
"Hello, Rei Hino." He greeted her with a satin voice that made the hair on the back of Rei's neck stand on end. She shivered. He didn't turn to look at her with his salutation, but merely continued the study of the trees as blossoms fell to the wind, and scattered.
"Hello." Slid past her lips rather than the intended 'Who are you?'. Rei was completely entranced by the boy. He shifted slightly, and flicked open a Zippo lighter, and sparked it. Rei stared appreciatively at the flame.
"You're a fire-child, too." He noted, and, upon lifting his free hand, moved his index finger slightly. The flame danced, following his finger. He twirled his finger in a circle, and the flame obeyed, forming a ring. The ring of flame floated up, and settled at Rei's head, like a tiara. The flame didn't sear so much as a hair on her head.
"I thought I was the only one!" She answered softly, and snapped again, producing another flame. It wavered, and then exploded with light, more than tripling in size. It shifted to the form of a minuscule dragon.
"You've never been alone, Blaze." He answered, smiling only quirking his lips. It was the best he had to offer. He wasn't used to smiling, he hadn't had too much to smile about. "I can help you harness it. Make you stronger." He offered almost shyly. "There are methods to get control of it. You're so far from alone. There are hundreds, maybe thousands, of us."
"Firemasters?" Rei asked, wondering if there was so many, why hadn't she met any others.
"No, there are almost as many abilities are there are mutants inflicted with them." He answered. "There are some of us who look like demons. Regular people hate us. They fear us, and they fight against us. I've seen regular humans kill people because of the way they looked or because of their power. People are prejudiced to the extreme.
"I follow a mutant called Magneto. His goal is for all mutants to live a peaceful existence. He just doesn't want any of us hurt. I've seen your power. I was wondering, Fire Princess, if you would do us the honour of joining us. Would you?"
"I would love to."
*~*
Ami couldn't move. The woman now defined as Emma Frost glanced at her with worry. "Are you alright?" Ami tried to nod, but she couldn't. That would break her eye contact with the blonde before her. Said blonde was staring right back at her.
Silver met ocean blue in a clash of understanding, friendship, and love. Neither girl moved. Suddenly, both did. Ami fell to a knee before the other girl, almost genuflecting, keeping her forehead on the risen knee. "Usagi-hime." She murmured in awe.
"Ami-chan! Sugoi!" Usagi gasped, and tackled the other girl in a hug. "I remember you!"
"Hai, Usa-hime. But . . .from when?" Ami answered. "And could you please let go of my neck, it hurts very much." Usagi immediately moved off, and examined the dark bruising.
"Who did this?" The smaller blonde demanded, examining it closely. "What happened? Oh, never mind." She rubbed her palms together. The friction of her hands created white spark-like emission. When her hands stopped sparking, but did gather an aura about them, she laid them on Ami's neck. "I can take the pain away, and guarantee that the marks will heal almost twenty times faster . . .that's all I can do."
"Thank you, Usagi-hime." Ami answered. "That is who you are, isn't it? Usagi?"
"Yes. And you're Ami. I think that this needs some explanation. I didn't even realize who I was until I saw you. And I'd gather the same goes for you, doesn't it? It was like lightning."
"Yeah." Ami agreed. "But I'm glad it happened. You work with Miss Frost?"
"Yes. She's very kind. She's smart, too. Like you. She helped me. These don't just heal, you know." Usagi answered, slightly waving her hands, which had stopped glowing. "I can do some nasty things, but I'd rather just keep healing. It's right that I help people."
"Ami?" Emira spoke from behind them, drawing the girl's attention to her. "Thank you." She smiled softly, and outstretched her wickedly clawed hand for Ami to shake. She did so without flinching. Both shared a mutual smile.
"Who are these guys?" Usagi questioned, gesturing to the two.
"Bryan Williams and Emira Lawrence." Bryan grinned. "So, is everyone going to stay, then? I think I'd like to, but I won't go anywhere without both of you." He admitted, openly including Ami, who smiled shyly up at him.
"I think we're all staying." Ami replied, with a slightly nod from Emira.
"We need to protect each other." Usagi agreed, hugging Ami again, in a firm, gentle embrace. "You are all senshi."
"Hai, Usagi-hime."
~*~
The next day
~*~
"Last day jitters?" Emira asked Ami, who grinned.
"I can't believe I'm leaving Bayville. I . . .I was hoping to talk to Kurt." Ami blushed darkly, and Emira got a feeling that she shouldn't tease the shorter girl, or she'd embarrass her so much, she'd be unable to talk to the boy in question.
"So, talk to him. See how it goes. It's called a phone, sweetie, you'll be fine." Bryan answered, wrapping his muscled arms around Emira's neck, pressing her back to his broad chest, avoiding her wings smoothly. As if they were made to stay that way forever.
Bryan had a habit of using little pet names for everyone. Honey, dear, sweetie, sweetheart, babe, etc. Everyone had gotten used to it almost overnight. Ami had, however, lit up like a candle the first time he'd done it. He even used them on Usagi sometimes. Both Japanese girls, in turn, gave him little pet names, too. Only they were in Japanese. Usagi's reigning favorite was Bryan-Baka.
Ami would just dissolve into giggles. She merely used a 'Bryan-kun' or 'Amai', which meant simply, sweet or sweetie. All four of them got along remarkably well. A girl nicknamed Catseye and a boy nicknamed Empath were always hanging around Usagi. Ami guessed they were close long before she had come along.
"I'm going early. I wanna see if I can talk to Kurt before classes."
"Careful about your neck, Ami Mizuno, I'm not going to be happy if I have to patch you up to fix that, later." Usagi said sternly, pointing at Ami with her breakfast spoon, looking menacing indeed for her choice of weapon.
"Yes'm." Ami saluted, and ran from the room before Usagi could extract her revenge for her lip.
*~*
"So, Mrs. Mizuno, the Professor did agree to come? That's good, right? 'Cause if it weren't good, it'd be bad, and it's not bad. Therefore it must be good. I think I am in need of a nap. Sleep is good. Very good. You haven't got any sleep on you, do you?"
"Honey, you're babbling."
"I know." Makoto answered the woman, quirking the edge of her lips in a smile. "I'm just scared. This whole thing is new. I mean . . .I'm a mutant. That's so much, all at once. Now Seki-sempai won't even talk to me, and even worse, she won't let Akemi talk to me. How could she do that to me? She may not accept me, but how * dare * she take my brother away from me?!"
Seeing that the far-too-proud brunette was on the verge of tears, the doctor pulled the girl into a motherly embrace. Makoto fell easily into Naoki Mizuno's arms, stifling sobs in the hollow of the woman's neck, her long, firmly muscled arms around her. "It's okay."
"Thank you, Mrs. Mizuno, you've got no idea how much this means to me." Makoto released her and regained some composure. "So, when are the esteemed Americans going to be here?"
"They'll be here quite shortly. I assumed you would want to leave as quickly as possible." Dr. Mizuno smiled softly, wiping the last of the girl's tears from her cheeks.
"Yes, I think that would be best." Makoto nodded. As her last word left her lips, a knock resounded at the door.
A man on a wheelchair rolled in, not touching the wheels, or having anyone push him. He rested his chin on his folded hands, obviously deep in thought as he slumped slightly forward. "Hello, Miss Kino. I am Professor Charles Xavier. I am the . . .headmaster, if you will, of an institute for mutants. Doctor Mizuno mentioned that you were interested in joining the children there."
"Hai, Professor." Makoto answered, staring, instead of at the professor, at one of the four people that had followed the professor in.
"Excellent. I'm glad to hear that. These are several of my students. Jean Gray, who is a telepath and a telekinetic, Jubilation Lee, who can . . .well, yes. Thank you, Jubilee." He chuckled as Jubilation displayed her powers, sending a light shower of firecracker-like sparks into the air. "That would be Peter Rasputin. He's just joined us on this trip. He can turn his flesh into organic steal, and possesses super human strength." That was the boy that had caught Makoto's eye.
He was the most handsome person that Makoto had ever seen. He smiled gently at her, and Makoto beamed in return. He blushed at her grin, and Makoto let her smile fade, just so slightly, so he wouldn't be so embarrassed. "Lastly is Logan. He'll be another of your Professors. He teaches martial arts."
"Sugoi. A new Sensei. That rocks." Makoto nodded to the man, who nodded back, at least not scowling any longer.
"Yes, Logan possesses accelerated healing, superhumanly keen senses and reflexes, and adamantium claws. His entire skeleton, in fact, is laced with the metal." The man was muscular and obviously more powerful than Makoto could ever hope to become, physically.
"Are you ready to go home?"
"God, yes."
~*~
(a/n: where the heck is Minako? Don't worry. I'll tell you next chapter. Well, I managed to steal a computer, and finish this [duh, I brought a disk] uhm . . .thank you reviewers. I hope you liked it. Yes, Colossus is good. I just made sure that them evil bad guys didn't kidnap his little sister. SORRY IF I MESSED UP X-MEN EVO for y'all. I've known that since the beginning. Colossus was supposed to be an x-man from the beginning, so I made him one. Hence the name, FANfiction, not PEOPLEWHOCAMEUPWITHITfiction . . .ya know? Well. I hope you liked it. I'll get the next bit up ASAP)