Chapter 4. The fire within

Disclaimer: I have been forgetting to put these in, so I will make up for it now... I don't own the x-men, happy?

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Amara stormed into the x mansion, slamming the door as hard as she could. This caused all of the occupants of the near by rec. room to jump. Not bothering to explain her self to them, she stomped all the way up to her room, slamming her own door once she reached it. all the people in the rec. room looked at each other in confusion.

"The princess seems to be having a hissy fit", bobby exclaimed, from his position on the floor.

"Indeed", Hank confirmed.

As the occupants of the rec. room continued watching the TV, Amar was pacing in her room

"He took my book", she mused out loud. 'The nerve!', she thought.

"well, I just wont turn up tomorrow", 'But what about your book', a little voice in her head protested. "I can always start I new one, I guess", she thought out loud, but the mere idea of starting all of her drawings, poems, and Diary entries, was daunting. Her book was really a one of a kind item, she could not make one the same. As she passed a more freighting prospect came to her, St. John, had in his possession, her very thoughts, desires, and loves, or recorded for him in one book, John had the equivalent of her sole.

Amara paused in her pacing, "The enemy has my sloe, this is not good", she stated out loud.

'Arr, but did Pyro act like a enemy in the park today', Amara did not like this voice any more, but she had to admit, He didn't act all dark and dangerous, he acted like a boy wanting to have some fun.

'he not exactly a boy but', she thought with a smile. Catching herself she realized what she had admitted to her self. 'oh my god, I like pyro'.

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John walk into the living room of Magneto's lair, to find that Gambit was still at the table, playing solitaire (not the same round, he hoped), but his other teammate Colossus was now in the corner reading one of the many books he owned.

Pyro puled up a chair opposite Remy and sat down. "Dissolve that block in your head, mon ami?", gambit asked not bothering to look up.

"You could say that", Pyro answered with a grin on his face.

Pyro placed his laptop and the book on to the table. Gambit surprised with his answer looked up from his game, to stair at Pyro for a few minutes, before a grin broke out on his face as well. "You've meet some one", he stated matter-of- factly.

"How the bloody hell can you tell that?"

"Remy is just to good, ...and his empathy helps a little too", he smiled at the pyromaniac.

"How could I forget", Pyro said, rolling his eyes.

"what dis?". Gambit picked up the book laying on the laptop.

"Just a book I found", John lied, not wanting to make the book to sound special.

Gambit flicked the book open to a random page.

"Fire, fire! Fire, fire!
Lo, here I burn in such desire
That all the tears that I can strain
Out of mine idle empty brain
Cannot allay my scorching pain."

Gambit read aloud, crocking an eyebrow looking up at the Ausi. "Well you got one thing rite, Your brain is empty".

"Har, har", Pyro said snatching the book from gambits hands, "Your just a bloody riot aren't ya mate".

"Remy likes to think so"

"yeah well, didn't write that", Pyro said defensively, standing up with his laptop and the book to leave the room.

"Wait, mon ami you did not tell us who de girl be"

"Didn't I now, must of slipped my mind", he said sarcastically. With that he left the room.

Gambit just shrugged and continued his game. "Remy will find out"

"Do not be so confident, if John does not want us to know, then I doubt that we will find out who it is, until he wishes us to know", the Russian said not bothering to look up from his book.

"You talk to much, mon ami"

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AN: who knew I could crack that many jokes in such a short chapter. Well I am sorry to say that this chapter will be the last one, for a while until I get back. but I will up date don't worry.

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CibirKaril: I am sorry, but I am going to be really blunt... I don't care. You are probably rite and all about how to spell his name, but I am a creature of habit, and I wish to continue to write it the way I am. And thanks for the write spelling for Acolyte.