Author's Comments: Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. My mind has been on other things. And then I started From Night to Day, From Black to Grey. My Harry Potter fan fic. Well, here we go again! My friend (who reviewed this fan fic as well) asked me to put in more Gambit, and I will later.
Disclaimer: Stan Lee owns all original X-Men characters. I own Bladewing/Tara, Sammi owns Flash, and Madi owns Silverclaw.
Bladewing
Chapter Seven: Surprises and Visitors
The sun had just risen, orange, gold, and yellow rays of light gently spreading over the morning sky. Dew glistened on the grass and a light, cool breeze was in the air.
Tara had slept with the glass doors to the deck open, and the new day's air quietly floated into her room and over her sleeping body. The blankets were a mess, almost completely thrown off the bed. Black wings spread, the sun's rays reflected on the adamantium on their edges. It lit up her face, making her already smiling face more joyful.
Waking to the breeze caressing her face, she turned over and looked out onto the deck and the city. She slowly got up and rubbed her eyes.
Was it all a dream? Am I really…
Tara got out of bed, closed the deck doors, and got changed. Heading down the hall, she passed Kurt's room and stopped. She started to reach for the doorknob, but stopped, then continued her way down to the kitchen.
Arriving in the kitchen, Tara looked around surprised. No one was in the kitchen yet. She looked at the clock above another doorway. It was only 5:30 a.m.! But now that she was awake, she sat down and ate.
About twenty minutes later, finished, she decided to go up to her room and work on her wall mural.
Again passing Kurt's room, this time, since she knew he was still asleep, went in. The door creaked on its hinges, but it didn't matter. She peered in, and there he was. Kurt was in almost the same position she had been in that morning. He was spread out, tail hanging off the edge of the bed, and blankets just as messy.
She smiled at him, then noticed something. There was something small and black coming from the bottom of his bed. She crept over and kneeled down to get a better look. Under his bed were several of her own feathers, ones that had fallen out during practice missions or flying. She smirked at his sleeping body.
Yup. I am.
She sat on the edge of his bed, careful of her wings, and gently pushed the hair out of his face. Tara gently kissed his cheek, then got up. Kurt shifted a little and smiled.
Back in her own room, she opened a drawer, and got out a pencil and large eraser. Walking over to the wall, she erased part of the picture. She had knew, from the time she got permission to paint it, that her and Kurt would be standing next to each other. Where she had erased, she re-drew the same part, but differently. It didn't take long.
Tara went back over to the drawer, pulled out a piece of paper, wrote a little note on it, then placed it on her bed.
Re-opening the deck doors, she stepped outside, looked around, and took off. Even though she was still grounded to the mansion and school, she needed to stretch her wings.
Flying about in the open air, Tara laughed. It was good to be so free, to be able to just get away from it all and have no worries. Of course she would have to return later, but she could worry about that later. Arms wide open, as if she were a plane, she laughed and giggled like a five year old, making plane sounds in between and twirling upside down and doing loop-de-loops.
Tara…
She looked back, towards the mansion, and gave a sigh. The Professor was calling her back inside, and to keep out of more trouble, obeyed. Wings flapping to an automatic rhythm, she reached the mansion in no less than ten minutes.
Arriving back on the balcony, Charles Xavier was in the middle of her room, a strict but playful smile on his face. She gave a riley smile back, leaning to the left a little in innocence.
"I couldn't resist. I had to fly."
"I know, I know. Just make sure it doesn't happen unless you ask me first. Now, a friend of mine should be arriving soon, I think you'll get along with him quickly."
"Him?"
"Yes, and don't worry. Believe me; you two will get along perfectly. He should be arriving around one or two in the afternoon."
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"Vhat do you mean him?" Kurt asked suspiciously.
"It's just some guy who's a friend of the Professor's. Don't worry," she went over to Kurt and she leaned her head on his shoulder as they both sat down, next to each other, "nothing bad is going to happen."
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The X-Men were playing outside, cheerful and laughing. Tara was on her balcony, sighing, watching the others, envious of their freedom. Yet, Kurt was next to her, and when she cuddled up to him, or leaned her head on him, the envy went away and was replaced by contentment.
It was the perfect afternoon, it was the perfect day. Somewhat bored out of her mind, and anxious to know who was coming today, she had no choice but to just relax and watch the others. They were playing Mutant Baseball, a favorite at the Institute, and Iceman was at bat.
Tara. Please come here.
"The Professor wants me, I gotta go," Kurt looked down with a puppy pout, "don't worry. Like I said, nothing bad will happen." Tara kissed Kurt on the forehead and turned around to walk away. Her strides were gentle and graceful, with a hovering lift to them.
Tara knocked on the door of the Professor's office. The door was a mahogany color, with a very fine finish.
"Come in." Tara opened the door silently, its oiled hinged never squeaked.
"Tara," she looked in at the Professor, "this is Angel."
Entering his office fully, Tara saw Angel. He was tall and broad shouldered, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Like her, he had giant wings, but unlike hers, his were white, and had no metal edges. In one arm he had a brown, beige trench coat, obviously how he hides his wings. Tara's eyes widened at the sight of him, from surprise that there was another with wings.
"As you can plainly notice," Charles said with a smile, "Angel is just like you. He also has massive wings." Tara walked forward in a zombie like state, still very much surprised that there was someone she could very much relate to. She was standing right in front of him, looking straight up, and him looking straight down, an eyebrow quirked.
"Hi," she said backing up a bit and putting out a hand, "I'm Tara," she smiled. He shook her hand and smiled but remained silent.
"Is Angel your real name?"
"No. My real name is Warren Worthington," again he gave a quick smile.
"Warren will help you with your flight lessons."
"But I already know how to fly," Tara replied, a bit confused.
"Yes, but he will teach you about how to see the air currents, how to use them, and so on. It's something only he can teach you," Xavier smiled.
"Oh. Um, well. It's been nice to meet you," she smiled, "uh, when are we supposed to start?"
"Monday next week, after school."
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"Angel? He's back?"
"You know him?"
"Ja, he came once before.," Kurt explained, "Only once though. Provessor asked him to be a vith the X-Men, but he said no. Vhy's he here now though?" he asked. The two of them were back on the balcony, watching the game. This time Klara was at bat. The game was tied up in the seventh inning.
"Here's here to tech me more about flying," Tara answered, "I said I already know how to fly, but the Professor said he's going to teach me how to see and use the air currents. To make flying easier. I'm just wondering if it'll look a little odd if someone drives by or something and sees a black splotch and a white splotch circling around in the sky. Unless they bring binoculars, which would be even more weird, because then they'd see a person with black wings and a person with white wings flying about. Why they'd have binoculars, I don't know." The two grinned at the binocular thing. Why would anyone bring binoculars around anyway?
"Me either. But don't vorry. No one every drives by. If you've noticed, the mansion is pretty var avay. Even so, the Provessor could easily erase the part ov their memory that saw you two vlying."
"Really? Weird," she shivered, "It seems like their no end to the Professor's power. Don't you find it a little nerve-racking that he could just search you head at any moment?" Tara asked.
"No. Because ve know he von't. He's the Provessor, he's not gonna do stuvv like that," he started to tickle her on the side. She squirmed with a smile on and got a grip on him and started tickling him. The two were laughing, refusing to let up. As they continued to tickle each other, acting like little kids, it turned into a massive wrestle. But a little more of a safer wrestle, due to Tara's wings.
The two of them were rolling around on the floor, having the biggest tickle-fight. Time passed, hours seemed like minutes, and still the two played. By then they were both extremely tired, but still insisted on being the last one to tickle the other.
"Ok, I give. I give. You win Kurt," she said breathing heavily, "Whatchya wanna do now?"
"I dunno," he responded, breathing heavily as well. The two of them were spread out on the floor. "Vanna eat something?"
"Sure. I could use a snack."
"Or a meal."
"Or a buffet."
"Or a restaurant! Race you to the kitchen!" Kurt exclaimed and in an instant the two were up and running downstairs.
"And no teleporting!" She said with a smile.
"Vine, then no vlying!" He said in return. The two were running down the hall, towards the elevator. As it opened, Kitty walked out, and all three of them were wide-eyed. Thankfully though Kitty phased through the two of them as they went rushing past. In the elevator though, since it only went at one "speed", the two tapped their feet impatiently, competitive grins on their faces.
As they ran out of the elevator though, the Professor was wheeling towards them. He had his face down, reading some papers, but still knew they were coming. The two looked at each other and right before hitting him, Tara flew above him and Kurt teleported to end up behind him.
"Watch it you two," he said, still reading the papers. They looked at him then looked at each other and continued the race.
As they reached the kitchen, they ran into practically everyone, nearly destroying half of the kitchen. Almost everyone was there, eating snacks and drinking sodas after finishing their game. Tara and Kurt finally stopped, deciding it was a tie, taking deep breathes as everyone stared, confused.
"Sooo," Klara said, "do anything interesting while we played Baseball?" Practically all the girls had smirks on. The boys were too busy drinking sodas and talking about other sports and such.
"Tickle fight," Tara replied, still breathing heavily, "Then a race to the kitchen. Hence the heavy breathing and running."
Ororo looked with a smile, as some of the girls started chatting. Kurt and Tara grabbed two sodas each, and enough snacks to live in their rooms for a day or two. Kurt teleported them back up to his room, leaving everyone where they were.
"They sure are spending a lot of time together," Rogue said to Jean.
"Well their dating. What do you expect?" Jean replied. Everyone looked up.
"Who says?" Corai asked. Everyone wanted to ask, but she was the first to actually say it.
"I say," Jean answered, "I kinda read their minds," she gave a weak smile. Everyone looked at her funny. "What? It was plainly obvious, I just wanted to make sure," she said as almost everyone threw a chip or something at her. She just put up a small force-field with her mind, nothing hit her.
Author's Ending Note: Yay, finally another chapter up. ; XD. I know, I'm lazy. Again, the chapter was a little short. But deal with it. The next chapter is training with Angel! Yay. Everyone rejoice. REJOICE I SAY! Lol. Anywho, nothing much else to say. If I don't update for a long while on this one, sorry. I updated my Harry Potter fanfic though! It now has 4 chapters instead of 2. lol. Big improvement huh? Thanks for reading everyone!