Strange Eyes
genre: humor/action/'lil romance
AN:Ok, in this chapter i'm gonna give ya hints about the girl and Remy without giving away everything. And before I say anything else, please please please don't mistake her for a Mary-Sue when I start describing her. And I'm changed the ^thinking^ to ~thinking~ because that's how I have it in A Perfect Match and it's getting confusing switching back and forth. Also, the POV changes from the characters to mine a couple times. That's because I didn't know how else to say what I was saying. So sorry if any of it gets confusing. *Does imitation of Uncle on Jackie Chan* One more thing! Please don't expect updates for at least 2 weeks at a time. I have to rely on my real life muse to do spell checks for me as she says I made a ton of mistakes in the last chapter. Me, being me, didn't see them. So, just be warned. Ok, your warned.
Acey: You really think it's ok? cool! And I would be so thankful for any help on accents. I think I'm more German inclined in the accents area. Probably because I'm learning German.
Eixid: Yes, this chapter is at the Insitute. Yes you will find out a little more about the Girl. Yes, I hope I update soon, too!
Evolutionary Spider: Don't worry, more about how she and Gambit meet is coming up. You won't get a lot, but you'll get some. I don't want to keep everyone waiting forever then forget that I'm here by the time I get the next chapter up.
Sasamibea: Thanks for the vote!
Mandatory Disclaimer: Don't own. Not making any money. Sight is mine. Gambit is mine.....oh wait, no he isn't....darn. uh....Marvel owns the Universe. oops, I mean Marvel Universe owns Gambit and all of us... I mean they own the X-Men and stuff....oh heck, you get the idea. ;) Scooter-boy is NOT my idea. I forget who originaly thought it up, but I'm telling you right here and now that it ain't me. If any of ya'll know, please tell me. Thanks.
~thinking~ telephathy ^ flashback ^ #dream# ______________A Meeting of Furs______________
Kurt was just entering the kitchen after getting home from school. He turned his holoimager off and promptly opened the fridge and began rooting around for a soda. He looked around quickly and started removing most of the contents from the bottom shelf. Once done he triumphantly pulled out the hidden Dr. Pepper from the back.
Everyone else in the mansion really seemed to like Dr. Pepper and never saved any for him. After putting everything back in the fridge he disappeared in a swirl of smoke and re-appeared above the couch in the rec- room. He droped down lightly and picked up the remote, intent on watching a full two and a half hours of cartoons before getting to his homework. Fate, however, had another idea in mind.
Kurt.
The voice in his head almost made him spill his soda.
Ja, Professor?
We have two new students, one of whom I think you will be most interested in meeting. Come to my office, would you?
Sure, I'll there in a flash.
Kurt grinned, his fangs flashing in the light from the TV. Then with scarcely more than a thought he bamfed to the top of the bookself in the Professors office.
"Ah, there you are." Kurt jumped down beside Xavier and faced the two new comers. "Remy, Tate, this is Kurt Wagner, also known as Nightcrawler, one of my students here at the Institute, Kurt, this is Remy LeBeau and his sister, Tate."
Kurt took a few steps forward, still smiling and held out his hand to Remy.
"Guten Tag, and velcome!" He hadn't noticed Remys' eyes until now but his smile didn't falter. Remy grinned and took his hand without so much as a blink. Kurts' smile spread even wider.
~Wow, dis guy gonna be great help for da petite. At leas' he won' be runnin' scared of 'er.~
Remy released his hand and bent to whisper to Tate. "De homme non gonna be 'fraid of y' one bit petite, trust Remy on dat."
Tate nodded and held out her hand to Kurt. She had claws and her skin was covered in brown fur. Kurts' smile turned into a grin as he shook her hand. "We have something in common then, ja?"
"Hm, indeed. The Professor mentioned some simularities but I thought it was just talk," Her hands moved to her hood which she pulled back slowly. Her skin is completely covered in the brown fur, her shoulder length hair is black and wavy, her ears are pointed, her fangs are prominent, and her eyes are completly white. No pupil, no irises. Just white.
Kurt stares. He knows it's rude but he can't help it. "You don't have a tail, do you?" A small sound came from Tate, almost sounding like laughter. "No, but I do have something else." Tate removed her robe to reveal that she is wearing a black halter top and strech shorts. She smiled at him then, crouched down to jump and pulled the muscles in her back taunt. As soon as she felt the release she sprang into the air and flew towards the ceiling a few seconds before droping back to the ground. Her black, leathery, and spiked, dragon-like wings folded down behind her. "Not as eficient as what you do, but it works."
"Wow, zhat is cool!" Tate half-smiled and picked up her robe, making her wings disappear into her back once more.
"Kurt, would you show our guests to their rooms, please?"
"Sure, Professor. Follow me."
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"....And right through here is the womens' wing," Kurt was showing Tate and Remy around the mansion and the last stops were their rooms. "Here, the Professor said that your room vould be the one next to Kitty's and Rouge's. Depending on your point of view, that is either a good thing, or a bad thing." He flashed Tate a smile and opened the door, bowing as Tate walked past him into the room. While bowing Kurt recieved another surprise about Tate. (No, get your mind outta the locker room!)
Her feet.
Or to be more presice, the spikes on the heels of her feet. The very sharp spikes on the heels of her feet, making her walk on her toes at all times. Kurt stood up again quickly so as not to be caught staring. Remy being Remy however, did notice but remained silent. He had seen the reaction a few times and knew how to and not to handle the situation.
Tate was 'looking' around the room. She had her hands held out in front of her to capture the image of the room. Perhaps I need to explaine more. Tate is blind. But not really. She doesn't have any pupils or irises. Just the white of her eyes. She uses her hands to 'see'. Better put, she uses her hands to emit an sonar frequencey. Echolocation. Like a bat. She can't really see the faces of the people she meets, more she sees their shape. This echolocation allows her to 'see' in the dark but also limits her movements.
Tate relys on her shape and voice recognition, as well as her sense of smell to identify the people around her. While this would get confusing in a large group of people, it is not likely that would ever happen. Tate likes to be left alone. Doesn't like meeting new people in large groups, or small ones either. It's not that she's completely anti-social or anything. Just lots of people make her nervous.
In most cases in Tates' past, large groups of people meant getting hurt.
Trust doesn't come easy to Tate. You must prove yourself worthy of trust in order to receive it in return. Something that Remy has done many times in past couple of months.
Remy walked into the room after Tate and walk over to the doors that led out to the balcony. He tapped on the glass and his eyes flicked over to Tate again. She moved a hand in his direction in response. ~Good, Tate knows where de glass is. 'opefully she ain' gon' to be walkin' inta it any time soon.~
Kurt was leaning on the door frame, watching the siblings. Tate seemed to like the room. If you could call it that. It was hard to read any expression on her face. ~If the eyes are the windows to the soul, what do you do in cases like ours?~ The thought struck him as almost funny. ~Three people. Three different sets of eyes. You can't read the expression in them, or you have to look hard to find it. Poker Faces, Resigned Faces, Blank Expressions, A Mask of Nothing. Hm...strange eyes, strange people, strange powers, yet one and the same. ~
"If you like, I can show you both where Remy's room is now." Both boy and girl stoped their exploring and walked out the door and back into the hallway. ~ Boy, vith all the talking going on here, I should be deaf by now,~ Kurt thought with more than a little sarcasm.
Kurt lead Tate and Remy back down the hallway and across the stairs to the men's wing. "You'll be rooming vith Bobby. He's a real prankster so vatch out for him. This room has a balcony too," When Kurt opened the door to Bobby and Remy's room they were greeted by the sight of...of...well.....let's just say it's a teen-age boy's room. Remy raised an eyebrow at Kurt.
"Uh.....und as you can zee, Bobby has yet to perform his vonce-a-month ritual of cleaning his room."
"Don' worry, mon ami. Remy non mind a 'lil mess. It be a heck ofa lot betta dan some of de places we ben, eh, Tate?"
"Good grief, how does the boy walk in this landfill?? Does he fly?"
"Heh, nein. He just seems to not mind."
"For as long as I live, I think I shall never understand the male species, honestly."
"Well, i's good ta see y' talkin' 'gain, chere. Remy was gettin' 'lil worried 'bout y' for a min'.
"Well, there was no reason for me to speak much before, was there?"
"Non, I s'pose not."
There was a short uneasy silence following Remy's words.
"Vell, dinner is at 6:00, unless there iz anything else you vant me to show you...?"
"Nah, Remy t'ink we gonna be ok 'til den, righ' Tate?"
"Of course. I believe the gym has been calling Remy's name ever since we got here, perhaps a work out before dinner?"
Remy smiled his infectious smile, "Now I know da petite is back on track....she done read Remy's mind 'gain."
Tate sighed, "Yeah, whatever. You still ain't gonna get me to laugh and win that bet."
Kurt looked at Remy who was still smiling, raising his eyebrows he asked, "Bet?"
"Long 'tory, mon ami. Mebbe Remy tell y' some day, non?"
"Hmm...ja, someday. Vell...see you at dinner!" With that Kurt disappeared in a whirl of smoke and the smell of brimstone. Both Tate and Remy held their noses.
"Ugh! Dat boy need some air freshener, non?"
"Whew! Remy, be a dear and see if you can burn the smell away."
"Oui, my pleasure." Remy looked around the room and picked up a pencil from the floor. The tip began to glow, then burst into a small flame which he used like a match to burn away the sent left behind by Kurt.
"Dere, com'on le's git to de gym, eh?" Remy tossed the burnt pencil back on the floor.
Tate smiled, her fangs making the image more frightening than pleasant. "I swear, you came just for the gym."
"Oh, chere, y' wound me! Y' know Remy came for de food as well as de gym."
Tate's smile immediately disappeared, replaced by the face one makes when trying not to laugh.
"Uh oh, looks like Remy gon' get dat money, non?"
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"NO."
"YES."
"Argh! Let's go."
"Yes."
"Shut up."
"Yes."
"Good bye."
"Yes."
"You're being annoying."
"Yes."
"I'm walking out the door...."
"Yes."
"You're going to get punched."
"Yes."
"I'm not going to talk to you for a week."
"Yes."
"You're an idiot."
"No."
Sigh. "I give up!"
". . . . ."
"Good. Now let's --"
"Yes."
"ARGH!! REEEEMMMYYY!!"
Remy couldn't hold it in any longer, he doubled over with laughter.
Tate stomped over to the bed, picked up a math book, aimed it at his head and fired.
Still laughing, " Ouch! 'ey, what was dat for?"
"Good bye...." Tate started walking out the door.
Remy scrambled up to his feet, "Ok, ok, ok, Remy's comin'." __________________________
"Did you, like, hear about the new students?"
"Yeah."
"WELL?"
"Well, wahat?" Kitty rolled her eyes and sighed, "Well, like, duh, one of them is a boy!" "An' this is importahnt, why?"
"Fine, whatever, you like, don't want to be interested, then don't be."
"Gee, Ah'm glad Ah have yerh permission, Kitty."
Rogue looked at Kitty from her spot on the bed, she was lying down on her stomach reading a magazine with her gloved hand supporting her head.
"Oh...fine! But don't, like, say I didn't warn you...I heard Jubilee say she saw them in the, like, gym a while ago, and she, like, says the guy is HOT. But if you're not interested....."
Rogue gave her a bored, blank stare. "Ok, I like, get it. You're not interested."
Rogue turned her attention back to the magazine she was reading. ~Dang! Ah lost mah place again! Sheez, just when Ah think Ah'm gonna get some peace an' quite ahround here, Kitty ahlways pokes her head in! Ah hope she goes away soon... Maybe she'll find that new guy and drool over him for ah while.~
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"Do you think we made a wise choice, Professor? The girl seems to have so much anger inside her." "I'm afraid only time will tell, Ororo." The two teachers were sitting in the kitchen.
"I don't think Tate really trusts anyone except Remy...and to what extent, who knows?"
"I agree with you, but we must give her time. Seven years alone on the streets with her mutations would have made her distrustful of anyone, I find it amazing that she let Remy in."
"Yes, he does seem to have a strong bond with her...but really Charles, do you think it wise to lie to the other students about them?"
"No, I don't see anything wrong with telling the students they are siblings. In a very real sense, they ARE. They do indeed have a strong bond, that's what kept them alive for so long. If they didn't care for each other so much, they would have never survived. In all truthfullness, I believe they believe they are brother and sister, and really, that is all that matters at this point in time when healing is the most important thing."
"Yes, I suppose you're right. They do need each other as a way to heal whatever damage they have...but still, what if the feelings towards each other go from brotherly to romantic? What then? The students already know that you've kept information from them in the past, if you continue, do you really think they are going to trust you? Even for something as small as this?"
"Well, Ororo, that is a chance that I must take." ____________________
"Hey, Red, where're those new students?" Jean and Amara looked up from the couch in the rec room where they had been prevously trying out knitting. Now they were trying to untangle themselves from a mess of green yarn.
"Uh...*pulls a string* I think I heard *pulls a string* Jubilee say something.... about seeing them in the *pulls a string* gym a while ago...*pulls another string, makes a bigger knot* ARGH!" Logan raised an eyebrow and shook his head. He never understood why women had to try their hand at knitting --- not when you could buy the darned thing already made at a store.
Logan left the two girls to deal with the green monster they were creating and walked towards the gym. He could have just used his sense of smell to find them, but since they had been all around the mansion with the fuzz ball it wouldn't have done much good. Faster to ask someone since he was in a hurry.
The scent was definitely stronger in the gym, but the two were no longer in there. He heard noise from outside and looked out the window, a one-sided grin appearing as he watched the two sparing on the grass.
Still grining he made his way downstairs and outside to watch from the tree line, not wanting to distract them. Plenty of time for that later, when they spared with him. Those two were pretty good. A little rough here and there, with the boy, nothing a little instruction couldn't fix. The girl, however, wasn't hardley kicking at him. Mostly punches and leg sweeps. A couple of roundhouse kicks to the stomach and head, but that was it. She also seemed to be a bit off-balance.
But she was fast too. Really fast. So fast that Logan never noticed the reason for her balance and kick problem. So fast that he barley had time to register when she shot up from the ground like a bat out of hell, (no pun intended) and flew straight up for a few 100 feet before turning a sharp sumersault and dived straight towards him.
_______________________________________ (AN: *Dodges flying tomatos and spoiled eggs* Sorry about the out-of-characterness of Logan there! I just HAD to put the thing in with the yarn and I couldn't think of any other way! Mom note: My mom says if you don't like it, you need to get a life.) Anyways people, you know the drill. GET OVER HERE AND REVIEW MY FIC! NOW! heheh....uh...please? If any of you want to see certain mutants make an appearance every now and then, please feel free to ask for 'em. I just used Amara in this chapter because I needed someone else and I didn't think Jubilee or the Irish girl, what's-her-name, would be caught knitting. Correct me if I'm wrong, please. Ohh....should I get Scooter-boy in on the knitting stuff?? Reader votes! woohoo!
This is Furry Elf, signing off with another chapter completed. Peace, Out! _________________________________________________
AN:Ok, in this chapter i'm gonna give ya hints about the girl and Remy without giving away everything. And before I say anything else, please please please don't mistake her for a Mary-Sue when I start describing her. And I'm changed the ^thinking^ to ~thinking~ because that's how I have it in A Perfect Match and it's getting confusing switching back and forth. Also, the POV changes from the characters to mine a couple times. That's because I didn't know how else to say what I was saying. So sorry if any of it gets confusing. *Does imitation of Uncle on Jackie Chan* One more thing! Please don't expect updates for at least 2 weeks at a time. I have to rely on my real life muse to do spell checks for me as she says I made a ton of mistakes in the last chapter. Me, being me, didn't see them. So, just be warned. Ok, your warned.
Acey: You really think it's ok? cool! And I would be so thankful for any help on accents. I think I'm more German inclined in the accents area. Probably because I'm learning German.
Eixid: Yes, this chapter is at the Insitute. Yes you will find out a little more about the Girl. Yes, I hope I update soon, too!
Evolutionary Spider: Don't worry, more about how she and Gambit meet is coming up. You won't get a lot, but you'll get some. I don't want to keep everyone waiting forever then forget that I'm here by the time I get the next chapter up.
Sasamibea: Thanks for the vote!
Mandatory Disclaimer: Don't own. Not making any money. Sight is mine. Gambit is mine.....oh wait, no he isn't....darn. uh....Marvel owns the Universe. oops, I mean Marvel Universe owns Gambit and all of us... I mean they own the X-Men and stuff....oh heck, you get the idea. ;) Scooter-boy is NOT my idea. I forget who originaly thought it up, but I'm telling you right here and now that it ain't me. If any of ya'll know, please tell me. Thanks.
~thinking~ telephathy ^ flashback ^ #dream# ______________A Meeting of Furs______________
Kurt was just entering the kitchen after getting home from school. He turned his holoimager off and promptly opened the fridge and began rooting around for a soda. He looked around quickly and started removing most of the contents from the bottom shelf. Once done he triumphantly pulled out the hidden Dr. Pepper from the back.
Everyone else in the mansion really seemed to like Dr. Pepper and never saved any for him. After putting everything back in the fridge he disappeared in a swirl of smoke and re-appeared above the couch in the rec- room. He droped down lightly and picked up the remote, intent on watching a full two and a half hours of cartoons before getting to his homework. Fate, however, had another idea in mind.
Kurt.
The voice in his head almost made him spill his soda.
Ja, Professor?
We have two new students, one of whom I think you will be most interested in meeting. Come to my office, would you?
Sure, I'll there in a flash.
Kurt grinned, his fangs flashing in the light from the TV. Then with scarcely more than a thought he bamfed to the top of the bookself in the Professors office.
"Ah, there you are." Kurt jumped down beside Xavier and faced the two new comers. "Remy, Tate, this is Kurt Wagner, also known as Nightcrawler, one of my students here at the Institute, Kurt, this is Remy LeBeau and his sister, Tate."
Kurt took a few steps forward, still smiling and held out his hand to Remy.
"Guten Tag, and velcome!" He hadn't noticed Remys' eyes until now but his smile didn't falter. Remy grinned and took his hand without so much as a blink. Kurts' smile spread even wider.
~Wow, dis guy gonna be great help for da petite. At leas' he won' be runnin' scared of 'er.~
Remy released his hand and bent to whisper to Tate. "De homme non gonna be 'fraid of y' one bit petite, trust Remy on dat."
Tate nodded and held out her hand to Kurt. She had claws and her skin was covered in brown fur. Kurts' smile turned into a grin as he shook her hand. "We have something in common then, ja?"
"Hm, indeed. The Professor mentioned some simularities but I thought it was just talk," Her hands moved to her hood which she pulled back slowly. Her skin is completely covered in the brown fur, her shoulder length hair is black and wavy, her ears are pointed, her fangs are prominent, and her eyes are completly white. No pupil, no irises. Just white.
Kurt stares. He knows it's rude but he can't help it. "You don't have a tail, do you?" A small sound came from Tate, almost sounding like laughter. "No, but I do have something else." Tate removed her robe to reveal that she is wearing a black halter top and strech shorts. She smiled at him then, crouched down to jump and pulled the muscles in her back taunt. As soon as she felt the release she sprang into the air and flew towards the ceiling a few seconds before droping back to the ground. Her black, leathery, and spiked, dragon-like wings folded down behind her. "Not as eficient as what you do, but it works."
"Wow, zhat is cool!" Tate half-smiled and picked up her robe, making her wings disappear into her back once more.
"Kurt, would you show our guests to their rooms, please?"
"Sure, Professor. Follow me."
________________
"....And right through here is the womens' wing," Kurt was showing Tate and Remy around the mansion and the last stops were their rooms. "Here, the Professor said that your room vould be the one next to Kitty's and Rouge's. Depending on your point of view, that is either a good thing, or a bad thing." He flashed Tate a smile and opened the door, bowing as Tate walked past him into the room. While bowing Kurt recieved another surprise about Tate. (No, get your mind outta the locker room!)
Her feet.
Or to be more presice, the spikes on the heels of her feet. The very sharp spikes on the heels of her feet, making her walk on her toes at all times. Kurt stood up again quickly so as not to be caught staring. Remy being Remy however, did notice but remained silent. He had seen the reaction a few times and knew how to and not to handle the situation.
Tate was 'looking' around the room. She had her hands held out in front of her to capture the image of the room. Perhaps I need to explaine more. Tate is blind. But not really. She doesn't have any pupils or irises. Just the white of her eyes. She uses her hands to 'see'. Better put, she uses her hands to emit an sonar frequencey. Echolocation. Like a bat. She can't really see the faces of the people she meets, more she sees their shape. This echolocation allows her to 'see' in the dark but also limits her movements.
Tate relys on her shape and voice recognition, as well as her sense of smell to identify the people around her. While this would get confusing in a large group of people, it is not likely that would ever happen. Tate likes to be left alone. Doesn't like meeting new people in large groups, or small ones either. It's not that she's completely anti-social or anything. Just lots of people make her nervous.
In most cases in Tates' past, large groups of people meant getting hurt.
Trust doesn't come easy to Tate. You must prove yourself worthy of trust in order to receive it in return. Something that Remy has done many times in past couple of months.
Remy walked into the room after Tate and walk over to the doors that led out to the balcony. He tapped on the glass and his eyes flicked over to Tate again. She moved a hand in his direction in response. ~Good, Tate knows where de glass is. 'opefully she ain' gon' to be walkin' inta it any time soon.~
Kurt was leaning on the door frame, watching the siblings. Tate seemed to like the room. If you could call it that. It was hard to read any expression on her face. ~If the eyes are the windows to the soul, what do you do in cases like ours?~ The thought struck him as almost funny. ~Three people. Three different sets of eyes. You can't read the expression in them, or you have to look hard to find it. Poker Faces, Resigned Faces, Blank Expressions, A Mask of Nothing. Hm...strange eyes, strange people, strange powers, yet one and the same. ~
"If you like, I can show you both where Remy's room is now." Both boy and girl stoped their exploring and walked out the door and back into the hallway. ~ Boy, vith all the talking going on here, I should be deaf by now,~ Kurt thought with more than a little sarcasm.
Kurt lead Tate and Remy back down the hallway and across the stairs to the men's wing. "You'll be rooming vith Bobby. He's a real prankster so vatch out for him. This room has a balcony too," When Kurt opened the door to Bobby and Remy's room they were greeted by the sight of...of...well.....let's just say it's a teen-age boy's room. Remy raised an eyebrow at Kurt.
"Uh.....und as you can zee, Bobby has yet to perform his vonce-a-month ritual of cleaning his room."
"Don' worry, mon ami. Remy non mind a 'lil mess. It be a heck ofa lot betta dan some of de places we ben, eh, Tate?"
"Good grief, how does the boy walk in this landfill?? Does he fly?"
"Heh, nein. He just seems to not mind."
"For as long as I live, I think I shall never understand the male species, honestly."
"Well, i's good ta see y' talkin' 'gain, chere. Remy was gettin' 'lil worried 'bout y' for a min'.
"Well, there was no reason for me to speak much before, was there?"
"Non, I s'pose not."
There was a short uneasy silence following Remy's words.
"Vell, dinner is at 6:00, unless there iz anything else you vant me to show you...?"
"Nah, Remy t'ink we gonna be ok 'til den, righ' Tate?"
"Of course. I believe the gym has been calling Remy's name ever since we got here, perhaps a work out before dinner?"
Remy smiled his infectious smile, "Now I know da petite is back on track....she done read Remy's mind 'gain."
Tate sighed, "Yeah, whatever. You still ain't gonna get me to laugh and win that bet."
Kurt looked at Remy who was still smiling, raising his eyebrows he asked, "Bet?"
"Long 'tory, mon ami. Mebbe Remy tell y' some day, non?"
"Hmm...ja, someday. Vell...see you at dinner!" With that Kurt disappeared in a whirl of smoke and the smell of brimstone. Both Tate and Remy held their noses.
"Ugh! Dat boy need some air freshener, non?"
"Whew! Remy, be a dear and see if you can burn the smell away."
"Oui, my pleasure." Remy looked around the room and picked up a pencil from the floor. The tip began to glow, then burst into a small flame which he used like a match to burn away the sent left behind by Kurt.
"Dere, com'on le's git to de gym, eh?" Remy tossed the burnt pencil back on the floor.
Tate smiled, her fangs making the image more frightening than pleasant. "I swear, you came just for the gym."
"Oh, chere, y' wound me! Y' know Remy came for de food as well as de gym."
Tate's smile immediately disappeared, replaced by the face one makes when trying not to laugh.
"Uh oh, looks like Remy gon' get dat money, non?"
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"NO."
"YES."
"Argh! Let's go."
"Yes."
"Shut up."
"Yes."
"Good bye."
"Yes."
"You're being annoying."
"Yes."
"I'm walking out the door...."
"Yes."
"You're going to get punched."
"Yes."
"I'm not going to talk to you for a week."
"Yes."
"You're an idiot."
"No."
Sigh. "I give up!"
". . . . ."
"Good. Now let's --"
"Yes."
"ARGH!! REEEEMMMYYY!!"
Remy couldn't hold it in any longer, he doubled over with laughter.
Tate stomped over to the bed, picked up a math book, aimed it at his head and fired.
Still laughing, " Ouch! 'ey, what was dat for?"
"Good bye...." Tate started walking out the door.
Remy scrambled up to his feet, "Ok, ok, ok, Remy's comin'." __________________________
"Did you, like, hear about the new students?"
"Yeah."
"WELL?"
"Well, wahat?" Kitty rolled her eyes and sighed, "Well, like, duh, one of them is a boy!" "An' this is importahnt, why?"
"Fine, whatever, you like, don't want to be interested, then don't be."
"Gee, Ah'm glad Ah have yerh permission, Kitty."
Rogue looked at Kitty from her spot on the bed, she was lying down on her stomach reading a magazine with her gloved hand supporting her head.
"Oh...fine! But don't, like, say I didn't warn you...I heard Jubilee say she saw them in the, like, gym a while ago, and she, like, says the guy is HOT. But if you're not interested....."
Rogue gave her a bored, blank stare. "Ok, I like, get it. You're not interested."
Rogue turned her attention back to the magazine she was reading. ~Dang! Ah lost mah place again! Sheez, just when Ah think Ah'm gonna get some peace an' quite ahround here, Kitty ahlways pokes her head in! Ah hope she goes away soon... Maybe she'll find that new guy and drool over him for ah while.~
______________________
"Do you think we made a wise choice, Professor? The girl seems to have so much anger inside her." "I'm afraid only time will tell, Ororo." The two teachers were sitting in the kitchen.
"I don't think Tate really trusts anyone except Remy...and to what extent, who knows?"
"I agree with you, but we must give her time. Seven years alone on the streets with her mutations would have made her distrustful of anyone, I find it amazing that she let Remy in."
"Yes, he does seem to have a strong bond with her...but really Charles, do you think it wise to lie to the other students about them?"
"No, I don't see anything wrong with telling the students they are siblings. In a very real sense, they ARE. They do indeed have a strong bond, that's what kept them alive for so long. If they didn't care for each other so much, they would have never survived. In all truthfullness, I believe they believe they are brother and sister, and really, that is all that matters at this point in time when healing is the most important thing."
"Yes, I suppose you're right. They do need each other as a way to heal whatever damage they have...but still, what if the feelings towards each other go from brotherly to romantic? What then? The students already know that you've kept information from them in the past, if you continue, do you really think they are going to trust you? Even for something as small as this?"
"Well, Ororo, that is a chance that I must take." ____________________
"Hey, Red, where're those new students?" Jean and Amara looked up from the couch in the rec room where they had been prevously trying out knitting. Now they were trying to untangle themselves from a mess of green yarn.
"Uh...*pulls a string* I think I heard *pulls a string* Jubilee say something.... about seeing them in the *pulls a string* gym a while ago...*pulls another string, makes a bigger knot* ARGH!" Logan raised an eyebrow and shook his head. He never understood why women had to try their hand at knitting --- not when you could buy the darned thing already made at a store.
Logan left the two girls to deal with the green monster they were creating and walked towards the gym. He could have just used his sense of smell to find them, but since they had been all around the mansion with the fuzz ball it wouldn't have done much good. Faster to ask someone since he was in a hurry.
The scent was definitely stronger in the gym, but the two were no longer in there. He heard noise from outside and looked out the window, a one-sided grin appearing as he watched the two sparing on the grass.
Still grining he made his way downstairs and outside to watch from the tree line, not wanting to distract them. Plenty of time for that later, when they spared with him. Those two were pretty good. A little rough here and there, with the boy, nothing a little instruction couldn't fix. The girl, however, wasn't hardley kicking at him. Mostly punches and leg sweeps. A couple of roundhouse kicks to the stomach and head, but that was it. She also seemed to be a bit off-balance.
But she was fast too. Really fast. So fast that Logan never noticed the reason for her balance and kick problem. So fast that he barley had time to register when she shot up from the ground like a bat out of hell, (no pun intended) and flew straight up for a few 100 feet before turning a sharp sumersault and dived straight towards him.
_______________________________________ (AN: *Dodges flying tomatos and spoiled eggs* Sorry about the out-of-characterness of Logan there! I just HAD to put the thing in with the yarn and I couldn't think of any other way! Mom note: My mom says if you don't like it, you need to get a life.) Anyways people, you know the drill. GET OVER HERE AND REVIEW MY FIC! NOW! heheh....uh...please? If any of you want to see certain mutants make an appearance every now and then, please feel free to ask for 'em. I just used Amara in this chapter because I needed someone else and I didn't think Jubilee or the Irish girl, what's-her-name, would be caught knitting. Correct me if I'm wrong, please. Ohh....should I get Scooter-boy in on the knitting stuff?? Reader votes! woohoo!
This is Furry Elf, signing off with another chapter completed. Peace, Out! _________________________________________________