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She narrowed her eyes in pure agitation. The dark brown searching the icy blue as if questioning their presence. The tension that flood between them was thicker than water and certainly thicker than blood. The silence was suffocating as neither had any intention to speak what was on their minds.
Finally Raven spoke. Caving in to the silence she said, "Pietro.what exactly are you doing here?" He smirked as if expecting the question "Vandalized public property and got sent to the principal's office. Shame on me."
She fought her mouth, forcing it not to tug upwards. "You don't seem too guilt ridden." He shrugged. "Well," she began, "there's not much work to do here." she was not at all surprised when he cut her off. "No problem we can waste the hour." He informed her.
She looked at him suspiciously, "What exactly did you do?" He simply smiled, "You don't want to know." He informed her. "I'll take your word for it." she trailed off. "So how do you plan on passing this time?" she asked as she watched him rummage through some of her cabinets. Smiling he pulled out a chess board she didn't know she had. She fought the temptation that she had to talk about the other day.
He looked at her curiously at her. "You play?" he asked innocently as he motioned to the chess board. Dumbfounded she nodded. She then scowled as he pulled out two shot glasses and a bottle of Scotch. "Pietro."she said warningly. He smiled at her, "Oh come on Rave you know you want to."
At this she raised her eyebrow. "Fine. But if any one knows I let you drink." he waved a hand at her impatiently. "They won't, you really shouldn't worry so damn much." he told her.
"Now were going to play a little game of chess." He began. "But this game has rules." He poured the drink into the shot glasses. "For every piece you lose you take one drink and tell one secret about yourself. Deal?"
She sighed, 'Why do I put up with this?' she asked herself. "Fine." She agreed, "But I must warn you I'm very good at chess." He gave her a charming smile and replied, "So am I."
So there they sat with only two pieces moved and none taken as Raven began to get eager for a drink. She swiftly maneuvered her knight to steal his pawn. He smirked as he downed the shot abruptly said, "My hair use to be black.", and took her knight.
She smiled as she thought of Pietro being born with black hair. She downed her shot and spilled "When I was little I wanted to be a ballerina." Pietro snorted silently. And it went on thus:
"Once I flashed my foster mom and gave her a heart attack."
"I use to take karate."
"I got my powers when I was five."
"I never knew my parents."
"This is the first time I ever played chess." "Wait! What do you mean this is the first time you've played?" she asked disbelievingly, "Then how come I'm losing so terribly?"
He shrugged carelessly. With swift move he said, "Checkmate. Tell me." She gaped at the board. Fifteen years of playing and this is where it got her? This blowed in laments terms. She spared a quizzical look. "Your father's an excellent player as well." She commented, taking note of the way his features darkened at the mention of his father. She made no move to apologize. He was smooth, he could steer the conversation himself.
Suddenly he snorted. "That's a crappy secret Mystique." He told her and she made no move to hide her disappointment at the sudden formality.
She caved, "I enjoyed my time with you at the movies the other day." She said as she skipped the glass and took a drink from the bottle. He smirked.
"That's more like it." He informed her. He jerked his head to the door. "C'mon. It's late...I'll walk you home." She looked at him, clearly exasperated, wondering how he knew she had walked to work. She smirked, up to the challenge. "I didn't know walking was your style Pietro."
He smirked, "There's a lot you don't know about me." He informed her. She smiled coyly at him her eyes glinting playfully. "It's a long walk home. Start talking." And he surprised her. By awarding her with a shy laugh and shake of the head. Perhaps this was the real Pietro.
"So where'd you learn to play chess like that?" she questioned him curiously. He smiled at her, "Same place my father learned." He told her. She took a sip of the hot chocolate they had bought on the way. Her head tilted to the side interested. "From my Godfather."
"Oh and who's that?" she asked. A pause.. "Oh you know...Xavier." She coughed, choking on her coca. His eyes widened. "Oh shit!" he squeaked. "Are you okay?" he asked giving her back somewhat timid pats.
She nodded with a deep swallow. She then let out a fit of laughter. He eyed her questioningly. "What's so funny?" he demanded.
Holding her hand up, she shook her head. "Oh nothing." She said, "Just thinking of how screwed I would've been if I had been choking on solids. I mean come on.haven't you ever heard of the Heimlich?" she asked smirking.
Once again his maturity won over as he stuck his tongue out at her. "I have actually. And they're called abdominal thrusts." He stated matter- of-factly.
She rolled her eyes for the first time in a long time. "Whatever." She mumbled. She found herself frightened by just how much she enjoyed Pietro's company. Because, she realized, that when in his presence she felt younger and more alive. And that made her feel ..well kind of stingy.
He bent down and blew cold steam into her face. "Where do you think the Heimlich thing came from anyway? Some guy right?" he rambled obviously not wanting to talk about Xavier.
She sighed somewhat childishly. "You think about the weirdest things, don't you?" she questioned him. He smirked, "Oh you have no idea." He confided cockily. She looked at him for a moment before shaking her head. "Never mind. I don't want to know."
"Yeah you do." He teased but then made a somewhat sober face, "So do I have a bedtime or anything? Because it's little past midnight."
She groaned. For a moment she had forgotten about their age difference and thought.. What had she thought? She honestly wasn't sure anymore. She was distracted by a gleam of silver that shone around Pietro's pale neck. 'What's this?' she wondered curiously.
She leaned over and hooked the silver chain with a slim finger. She was surprised when Pietro did not protest as the necklace fell out of his shirt to reveal a shiny, silver crucifix.
She looked up at him with her eyebrow raised. Slowly she thought out the right words. "I didn't know you were Christian." she trailed off. "Yeah well," he began taking the cross from her as he fumbled with it, "everyone has to believe in something."
"So," she started slowly as millions of questions surfaced her mind, "why do you hide it?" she looked at him her large brown eyes held a look of admiration at his seemingly brave beliefs.
He shrugged. "Normally I wouldn't.but I know the others don't believe in God. Especially not Wanda. And I guess I just don't want more barriers to separate me from any of them. I feel that maybe one day..I don't know.maybe something great will happen and this little flicker of something might make them hope, and maybe even believe.."
He shrugged as he trailed off. "Hey Raven?" he said to her. "Yes Pietro?" she inquired as they walked past a random shop. The air was cold and heavy with the confessions of the youth. He looked at her differently that moment. With more than just respect. And it seemed like eternity till he spoke once more.
"Thanks for listening to me." He whispered. "Don't mention it." She breathed awed that such a young. well boy, could make her look at things so differently in such a short time.
The light of the lamppost shone on them like some heavenly sign as Pietro licked his chapped lips and moved closer towards her. "Raven?" he asked. And she knew what he was asking. His eyes said it. "Can I kiss you?"
Never knowing quite what to say around Pietro she could only nod. He leaned down as he caught her lips in the first of many kisses to be made by the two. And she melted into his arms. And at that moment she didn't care who was watching, or how wrong it was. She just wanted to spend this one moment with the only person who could make her stutter and wonder. She just wanted to be with Pietro. And he wanted to be with her.
DigitalAnge4U: Yes I know I'm a liar and can't keep the sap from pouring out. But hey! They are cute together, nay? And yes I'll it admit it was very OOC. Especially on Mystique's behalf. And I'm sorry if I offended anyone with the religion part, but the Brotherhood strikes me as the type of people who have lived through to much to hold onto any kind of fate. I'll explain Pietro's reasons for his in the next chapter. Plus the controversy starts as people start catching on! I'll try to update ASAP! Please Review! I'm so lonely.
She narrowed her eyes in pure agitation. The dark brown searching the icy blue as if questioning their presence. The tension that flood between them was thicker than water and certainly thicker than blood. The silence was suffocating as neither had any intention to speak what was on their minds.
Finally Raven spoke. Caving in to the silence she said, "Pietro.what exactly are you doing here?" He smirked as if expecting the question "Vandalized public property and got sent to the principal's office. Shame on me."
She fought her mouth, forcing it not to tug upwards. "You don't seem too guilt ridden." He shrugged. "Well," she began, "there's not much work to do here." she was not at all surprised when he cut her off. "No problem we can waste the hour." He informed her.
She looked at him suspiciously, "What exactly did you do?" He simply smiled, "You don't want to know." He informed her. "I'll take your word for it." she trailed off. "So how do you plan on passing this time?" she asked as she watched him rummage through some of her cabinets. Smiling he pulled out a chess board she didn't know she had. She fought the temptation that she had to talk about the other day.
He looked at her curiously at her. "You play?" he asked innocently as he motioned to the chess board. Dumbfounded she nodded. She then scowled as he pulled out two shot glasses and a bottle of Scotch. "Pietro."she said warningly. He smiled at her, "Oh come on Rave you know you want to."
At this she raised her eyebrow. "Fine. But if any one knows I let you drink." he waved a hand at her impatiently. "They won't, you really shouldn't worry so damn much." he told her.
"Now were going to play a little game of chess." He began. "But this game has rules." He poured the drink into the shot glasses. "For every piece you lose you take one drink and tell one secret about yourself. Deal?"
She sighed, 'Why do I put up with this?' she asked herself. "Fine." She agreed, "But I must warn you I'm very good at chess." He gave her a charming smile and replied, "So am I."
So there they sat with only two pieces moved and none taken as Raven began to get eager for a drink. She swiftly maneuvered her knight to steal his pawn. He smirked as he downed the shot abruptly said, "My hair use to be black.", and took her knight.
She smiled as she thought of Pietro being born with black hair. She downed her shot and spilled "When I was little I wanted to be a ballerina." Pietro snorted silently. And it went on thus:
"Once I flashed my foster mom and gave her a heart attack."
"I use to take karate."
"I got my powers when I was five."
"I never knew my parents."
"This is the first time I ever played chess." "Wait! What do you mean this is the first time you've played?" she asked disbelievingly, "Then how come I'm losing so terribly?"
He shrugged carelessly. With swift move he said, "Checkmate. Tell me." She gaped at the board. Fifteen years of playing and this is where it got her? This blowed in laments terms. She spared a quizzical look. "Your father's an excellent player as well." She commented, taking note of the way his features darkened at the mention of his father. She made no move to apologize. He was smooth, he could steer the conversation himself.
Suddenly he snorted. "That's a crappy secret Mystique." He told her and she made no move to hide her disappointment at the sudden formality.
She caved, "I enjoyed my time with you at the movies the other day." She said as she skipped the glass and took a drink from the bottle. He smirked.
"That's more like it." He informed her. He jerked his head to the door. "C'mon. It's late...I'll walk you home." She looked at him, clearly exasperated, wondering how he knew she had walked to work. She smirked, up to the challenge. "I didn't know walking was your style Pietro."
He smirked, "There's a lot you don't know about me." He informed her. She smiled coyly at him her eyes glinting playfully. "It's a long walk home. Start talking." And he surprised her. By awarding her with a shy laugh and shake of the head. Perhaps this was the real Pietro.
"So where'd you learn to play chess like that?" she questioned him curiously. He smiled at her, "Same place my father learned." He told her. She took a sip of the hot chocolate they had bought on the way. Her head tilted to the side interested. "From my Godfather."
"Oh and who's that?" she asked. A pause.. "Oh you know...Xavier." She coughed, choking on her coca. His eyes widened. "Oh shit!" he squeaked. "Are you okay?" he asked giving her back somewhat timid pats.
She nodded with a deep swallow. She then let out a fit of laughter. He eyed her questioningly. "What's so funny?" he demanded.
Holding her hand up, she shook her head. "Oh nothing." She said, "Just thinking of how screwed I would've been if I had been choking on solids. I mean come on.haven't you ever heard of the Heimlich?" she asked smirking.
Once again his maturity won over as he stuck his tongue out at her. "I have actually. And they're called abdominal thrusts." He stated matter- of-factly.
She rolled her eyes for the first time in a long time. "Whatever." She mumbled. She found herself frightened by just how much she enjoyed Pietro's company. Because, she realized, that when in his presence she felt younger and more alive. And that made her feel ..well kind of stingy.
He bent down and blew cold steam into her face. "Where do you think the Heimlich thing came from anyway? Some guy right?" he rambled obviously not wanting to talk about Xavier.
She sighed somewhat childishly. "You think about the weirdest things, don't you?" she questioned him. He smirked, "Oh you have no idea." He confided cockily. She looked at him for a moment before shaking her head. "Never mind. I don't want to know."
"Yeah you do." He teased but then made a somewhat sober face, "So do I have a bedtime or anything? Because it's little past midnight."
She groaned. For a moment she had forgotten about their age difference and thought.. What had she thought? She honestly wasn't sure anymore. She was distracted by a gleam of silver that shone around Pietro's pale neck. 'What's this?' she wondered curiously.
She leaned over and hooked the silver chain with a slim finger. She was surprised when Pietro did not protest as the necklace fell out of his shirt to reveal a shiny, silver crucifix.
She looked up at him with her eyebrow raised. Slowly she thought out the right words. "I didn't know you were Christian." she trailed off. "Yeah well," he began taking the cross from her as he fumbled with it, "everyone has to believe in something."
"So," she started slowly as millions of questions surfaced her mind, "why do you hide it?" she looked at him her large brown eyes held a look of admiration at his seemingly brave beliefs.
He shrugged. "Normally I wouldn't.but I know the others don't believe in God. Especially not Wanda. And I guess I just don't want more barriers to separate me from any of them. I feel that maybe one day..I don't know.maybe something great will happen and this little flicker of something might make them hope, and maybe even believe.."
He shrugged as he trailed off. "Hey Raven?" he said to her. "Yes Pietro?" she inquired as they walked past a random shop. The air was cold and heavy with the confessions of the youth. He looked at her differently that moment. With more than just respect. And it seemed like eternity till he spoke once more.
"Thanks for listening to me." He whispered. "Don't mention it." She breathed awed that such a young. well boy, could make her look at things so differently in such a short time.
The light of the lamppost shone on them like some heavenly sign as Pietro licked his chapped lips and moved closer towards her. "Raven?" he asked. And she knew what he was asking. His eyes said it. "Can I kiss you?"
Never knowing quite what to say around Pietro she could only nod. He leaned down as he caught her lips in the first of many kisses to be made by the two. And she melted into his arms. And at that moment she didn't care who was watching, or how wrong it was. She just wanted to spend this one moment with the only person who could make her stutter and wonder. She just wanted to be with Pietro. And he wanted to be with her.
DigitalAnge4U: Yes I know I'm a liar and can't keep the sap from pouring out. But hey! They are cute together, nay? And yes I'll it admit it was very OOC. Especially on Mystique's behalf. And I'm sorry if I offended anyone with the religion part, but the Brotherhood strikes me as the type of people who have lived through to much to hold onto any kind of fate. I'll explain Pietro's reasons for his in the next chapter. Plus the controversy starts as people start catching on! I'll try to update ASAP! Please Review! I'm so lonely.