If you were waiting for the opportune moment… that was it.
- Captain Jack Sparrow
Pietro looked at the smudge lipstick. Grimacing he wiped the remaining lip covering off his mouth with the edge of his shirt. Looking back at his reflection, he flashed his pearly whites. He turned to listen as Storm continued to talk.
"So it should be in about seven minutes. Some of the children have to finish setting the table first. If you would like the rec. room is down the stairs and to the right…" she trailed off as she noticed that her "captivated" audience had fled from her garden.
"Oh child what are you up to?"
Pietro grinned manically to himself. 'Damn I'm good. First step the X-Men, next…Bayville, watch out world here I come!'
It wasn't his style to do things slow. He never slowed down for anything, what was the point? Everything moved at the pace of molasses anyways. 'People waste too much time on frivolous matters, especially when they could be worshipping my beautiful being.' Occasionally he'd behave for Wanda but that wasn't always the safest idea. She often mistook statements and twisted them to her own mentality.
Pietro paused to shiver once, rubbing his elbow as he recalled the last attack from his sister. It had put his left arm out of use for a week; he'd had to walk around with the ugliest sling ever known to man or mutant kind. It was like karma had been frowning on him, but that was impossible! Who could hate him? Pft that was about as likely to happen as Chuckie's hair coming back!
~ Xavier's bed room…yea scary I know…~
Charles lay in bed, a wide grin on his features. His hair it was full and thick. He ran his fingers through the mane he had so greatly missed. Tears of joy ran down his face, trembling from the excitement he opened his eyes and sat up in bed. Jerking awake his hand shot to his head of hair…only to streak over his chrome dome.
"Last time I ever eat Hank's Twinkie." He muttered to himself. {Not *that* twinkie! Hentais!}
Turning to see the rec. room was indeed filled with several recruits. Most were just lying around staring at the ceiling as filler before the meal. Within the blink of an eye Pietro took in their activities.
Tabitha was fiddling with what looked to be a non descript brown package. Ray shot blasts of static electricity at Jamie. The smaller boy would curse, stumble and create duplicates of himself. It seemed like a never-ending cycle until the Jamies all ganged up on Ray. Screams of "Not the hair!" filled the air. The rest of the recruits were flopped out on random pieces of furniture.
Sighing to himself, Pietro laid out on a couch. Stretching to take up the whole thing; he wiggled his toes in comfort. The couch back at the 'hood house was in less decent status. After having Fred sit on it for eight hours every day, Wanda flinging it about the room, and not to mention the old age of the couch itself--well the thing had plenty of excuses for being less than comfortable.
He could get quite used to laying about the mansion with its plush furnishings. They never had to do any real work, were always fed. Overall the institute was quiet a sweet deal. Hell if his father wasn't who he was then he would be here, of course if his father wasn't who he was, then he wouldn't be who he was so it wouldn't really matter. (Yea I did that on purpose *evil grin*)
A squeak filled the air as someone tossed his combat boot clad feet off the fake leather. Kitty had thrown a huge fit about killing defenseless animals, and how funding such barbaric customs was certain to reserve a place in Hell. (1)
Sitting up in annoyance, he shot a death glare at the culprit. Those boots had been very expensive…not that he'd paid for them but it was the principle of the matter really. His gaze encountered Ray's who seemed a bit pissed off at the mere presence of Pietro.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
…or perhaps what Pietro was wearing.
"What'sitlooklikestatic?"
"Looks like you're attempting to be Gothic."
"Ding-dong-get-the-idtoit-a-bag-for-his-head!"
"Clothes don't make you Gothic."
Pietro floundered for a comeback for a few seconds. What exactly could he say to that? He wasn't really trying to become Gothic, just get Rogue's attention. The best way to do that seemed to imitate her own style of dress. Not to mention her reaction to his clothing seemed to have been more positive than Ray's at the moment. Of course, it was all just for the bet, so it wasn't like it really mattered what anyone thought of his clothing-it wasn't permanent. As soon as he had Rogue it would be off like a dirty shirt.
"Why-do-you-care-what-I'm-wearing-dickweed?"
Ray growled and lunged at the Brotherhood boy, electric bolts tingling on his fingers. Pietro was thankfully quick enough to escape the weak attempt on his life. Mocking Berserker would have to wait until after dinner as Jamie rang a gong to announce it's beginning. (did that make sense…eh basically Ray's ass whopping would be post dinner)
Pietro made sure to hang back for a few seconds as everyone sat down. He wasn't sure if they had 'assigned seats' or not. With Summers as their leader he wouldn't be surprised it they did. Looking around he noted that people just seemed to fill in wherever was opened. Exerting some of his powers, he made a beeline for the chair next to Rogue, only to be knocked out of the way by Evan.
Evan simply smirked at the speedy teen. There was no way he was going down without a fight. Sure he hadn't thought that Pietro would be this determined but that was mainly due to the lack of being around the other boy. When they were at their old school Pietro had been as stubborn as a jackass, and it seemed that he still was. As he turned to talk to Rogue he blinked, Pietro was already sitting on her other side, chatting about something it seemed. Well the speedster was.
Groaning to himself, Evan muttered darkly "You may have won the battle, but you ain't won the war Dorkimoff." Grumbling he took the bowl Amara was handing him and spooned some of it onto his plate.
"Soooo Roguey what's a fine lady like yourself doing hanging around with these losers?" Pietro purred, leaning towards her; Rogue simply scowled at the youth in return. Frowning at her lack of response, he ran over things that he could use in a conversation with her.
"Don't forget you have an extra hour tonight Stripes." Logan reminded, grinning at her discomfort. Sometimes he just really loved his job, of course being a bit sadist helped too. Which reminded him, Ororo still had his handcuffs…he would have to punish her for not returning them to him like promised.
Jean blushed bright red, her eyes widening as she turned away from Wolverine. That was just waaa~y too much information. She shuddered; she hadn't gotten such an overload since she walked in on Tabitha that one night. Of course, why Tabby had those kinds of videos was beyond her. Besides, wouldn't it hurt to bend that way?
Evan glared over at Pietro because…because! He didn't need a reason to be mad at that dickhead! It was second nature to him by now anyways. They had been fighting since they were young. Like the time that Maximoff had tricked him into giving him, his snack packs for a week in first grade; or the time that he had shoved a snowball down Pietro's shirt. There was no actual reason for their bickering it just was innate that they do so. Like how you knew that Tabitha would have any kind of porn you could ask for, that Roberto had a certain lubricant in his sock drawer that was not used for cars, or even that Auntie O's plants weren't all actually legal…especially when the leaves were being "burned". Pietro Maximoff and Evan Daniels would always fight, period.
"Evan did you take your medicine? You look constipated, eat your greens it'll help!" Ororo ordered, passing her nephew the bowl. He flushed under her line of questioning and simply ducked down as he spooned greens on his plate. Muttering a quick,
"Yes ma'am" as he stared at the tabletop.
Pietro busted out in laughter at Daniel's humiliation. Oh this was just too great, this was much more entertaining than sitting around at the 'hood, arguing over whose turn it was to steal dinner.
Scott was annoyed. When he asked the Professor what Quicksilver's presence was doing in the mansion, let alone their dinner table, he was met with partial answers and hidden meanings. Ok so his exact wording was 'Why in the seven hells is Maximoff HERE?!' It really baked his chicken the way that the Professor avoided giving him a straight answer. His crooked preferences in behaving were reminiscent of Magneto. That man irritated Scott to no end, he was just like that Gandalf character from that Lord of the Rings movie that Rogue kept watching over and over again.(2) Why she kept muttering stuff about Craig Parker and Orlando Bloom was beyond him, Kitty did put a defense up for Billy Boyd, but the whole thing went right over his head. (3)
Many things of late went over Scott's head. Like why Tabitha kept getting so many nondescript brown packages, how Kurt was able to eat them all under the table and still remain one of the thinnest guys he knew, why Jean constantly ignored his endeavors at starting a relationship with her. Most recently though was why in the hell Pietro Maximoff wanted to eat with them.
Rogue, like most present, wasn't enjoying dinner one bit. The food wasn't bad, just the company. Of course, most of the idiots that resided here were exactly that, idiots. They wouldn't know a book if it bit them, and most certainly shared different tastes from her own in hobbies. Having Pietro here was just adding to her frustration.
Why was he eating with them anyways? Up until today she would have sworn he hated the X-Men, yet here he was chomping down with them, and man could he put it away! Already he was eating his second helpings. It was almost as bad as Kurt was, but it was physically impossible for anyone to eat as much as Nightcrawler, that boy was a black hole in fur.
Pietro was getting desperate. She hadn't even talked to him the whole meal. How was he going to get her to go out with him if she wouldn't even talk to him? Any other girl would have fallen at his feet, begging for a kind word. Yet, it was impossible for Rogue to even become flustered at his constant attention. Pietro was panicking, this had never EVER happened to him before. It was a sure sign of the apocalypse. Pietro was about to say something witty to Rogue when-
"PENIS!" Amara shouted earning several strange looks from her tablemates.
"Amara!" Ororo said disapprovingly, "I'll talk to you after the meal young lady."
The princess bowed her head contritely, glaring at Kitty and Tabitha. This was all their fault. If only she hadn't agreed to play there stupid game. Damn Americans. Bet they thought it was just hilarious that she now in trouble. It'd all started out with a harmless game. It consisted of everyone playing saying penis, the first person would say it in a whisper and the next had to say it louder. Eventually you'd scream it, which was now obviously the reason the girls had included her in the game. She felt her cheeks heat up as the other two broke out in gales of laughter.
"I would also like to have a word with Kitty and Tabitha in my office after the
meal is complete." Xavier intoned, looking significantly at them. Shadowcat
shrank into her seat as Tabitha shrugged it off. She'd constantly gotten into
'trouble' since she'd started at the institute. Apparently it was 'bad manners'
to show up late to practices and the like. Plus Xavier didn't like being tagged
'baldy', go figure.
"Whatever you say chief." Boom boom intoned as she bent her fork backwards to fling mash potatoes at Jean. The red head shrieked indignantly as the creamy blob hit her center of hair.
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(1) Not sure if Jewish peoples believe in Hell…eh if they don't then we'll suspend reality for a few seconds. I meant not offense to any Jews out there, I know how much it'd piss me off if someone said something bad 'bout my religion so I didn't mean to bash anyone's beliefs!
(2) Don't know if anyone knows or not but Ian McKellen is the actor that plays both Gandalf and Magneto, incase you didn't catch the joke~
(3) Orlando Bloom is most obviously Legolas, Craig Parker is Haldir and Billy Boyd is Pippin! Now Pippin ain't so hot to trot on screen but the actor himself… 'nother story.
Wow that took FOREVER to get out. *ducks from random rocks* SORRY! *big teary eyes* (@).(@) I REALLY tried to get it out but that bloody writer's block just wouldn't budge once inch! Plus I didn't wanna disappoint anyone. Grrr. My muses finally got out the dynamite and blew it to kingdom come. *cackles*
Thank you everyone who took the time to review! And in order to answer any question/s:
Kosumi: In truth I doubt there are really any coconut flavored slurpies, mores the pity. But thank you, I'm glad you love it! *grin* That makes me so happy!
Thank you sage, Ice Blue Rose, Arsenic, Storm-Pietro, Destiny Phoenix, Athena Alpha, Silent Scream, Sky Dancer Hawk, Unknown Source, Crysala, DBZ punk chick, Chibi Makoto, kosumi, spontly, Desert Rose, and Honey Bug17! You guys seriously make me happy to write! I hope I didn't disappoint anyone, that was my greatest fear with this chapter.
I got a few comments about Pietro being Gothic, most were positive but a few pointed out that not all Goths were lipstick and they aren't labeled by their clothing. Thanks! I always piss my friend off by calling her Gothic, due mainly to her clothing, but is it like the attitude or something? I mean I do understand it's just not the clothes that make you Gothic but what is it? Eh the world may never know. Glad so many ppls liked Gothic Pietro though! I guess he'll stick around for a while then! I must admit the thought of Petey dressed up like that is mouth watering! ^.^
I've already started the next chappy, don't worry!
Oh and the thing about Hank and twinkies is from the comics supposedly! He like deep fries them or something…