Shiny
*****
Chapter 6
*Risty- Oh man... making him evil... but he's my baby! Ah well, insanity is something I've never attempted to conquer in my writing. It could be fun... Or I could put a twist. Everything is still open!
*Colossus Stalker/Follower- I'm really glad you like it! And, as you can tell, I've updated! Yeah!
*Molly- You've just earned yourself 50 cool points! I love Mikhail too... he's like my... love child or something. And yeah, Fushigi Yuugi is the bomb!
****
Piotr woke up with a jolt. He realized he had been dreaming when he saw little ILlyana curled up in her bed like a ball. He walked over to her bed and placed a hand upon her head. She shifted slightly, but continued dreaming. Satisfied, he slumped back over to his own bed, and waited for sleep to once more curl its warm fingers around his mind, hoping for a more peaceful slumber than the previous bout. And soon, he slept.
***
The morning sprang from the night as luminous as its predecessors. Its glory reached through the trees, trickling through the grass. Its trumpeters opened their beaks to announce to all the world its arrival. The sun's subjects took heed, and arose from their burrows as it rose in the sky to proudly survey all it owned.
It found Ororo sleeping in her bed, dreams swirling behind her eyelids. A box of tissues stood on her night stand next to the alarm clock. A knock on her door woke her up. She yawned, and slipped on her robe, making her way over to the door, her eyes still clouded with sleep. She opened the door and instinctively looked down. Living in a house with many short children would make you do that. All that was down there was a plate of toast and some orange juice. She looked down the hall. Satisfied that no one was there she picked up the food and closed her door.
***
Kitty slowly pulled herself up, only to flop down on the coach with a groan. Kurt ported into the big, cushiony arm chair next to the couch, and curled up into a tight little ball. "Whose bright idea was it to let Scott run our Danger Room sessions?" he moaned. Kitty mumbled something into a pillow. "What?"
She slowly turned her head to the side. "I don't know... but they're in for it... Once we can walk again."
Scott ran up the stairs, practically jumping out of his pants with glee. The two younger mutants stared at him, willing him to trip and fall on his face, but no such luck came to them. Mr. Summers picked up the phone next to the couch and started dialing. "Hello? Jean! How are you doing? Aw.. I missed you too honey. I love you too. I can't wait until you get home..." He said, intermittently, making kissy faces at the appropriate places, as if she could see him through the receiver.
Kurt felt like he was going to gag... and he would have, if he felt like it would have any effect. As it was, he just lay there, wrinkling his nose. Kitty took a deep breath and threw a pillow at Scott, hitting him directly in the back of the head, knocking the phone out of his hand.
"Hey!" Scott moaned, whipping around to face his attacker. "I am in the middle of a very important phone call."
"Yeah, and we're all deeply regretting growing ourselves ears!" She said sarcastically, forcing back a giggle.
Scott scowled and picked up the receiver. "Sorry about that honey. I got interrupted." A bitter tone laced his voice.
"Kurt and Kitty?" came the muffled voice from the other end of the line, loud enough for the culprits to hear. Scott answered in the affirmative. "I swear," Jean's voice continued, "They can be so immature!"
He agreed saying, "Hold on a second, I'll call you back once I get upstairs." Scott gave Kurt and Kitty a look they took to say 'you'll regret this the next time you have a session with me' and the trotted off to his room, to continue the conversation with his girlfriend.
"And we thought things would get less mushy when Jean was on vacation..." Kurt groaned.
"The sooner she gets back from California... the better. I don't think I can take much more of this slop." Kitty replied, draping her arm over her face.
They lay there, pure exhaustion running through their veins. All either wanted to do for the rest of their lives was to lie motionless, hopefully becoming one with the furniture they rested in. Too bad fate had other plans for them. And it took no time carrying them out. Little Illyana jumped on Kitty, causing her to sputter, as one tends to do when thirty pounds suddenly lands on your back, forcing all the air out of your lungs. "Kitty! Morning!" She hugged the older girl. "Me an' Mikhail made pancakes want some?"
Kurt's ears perked up from their previous droopy state upon hearing the word 'pancakes.' He got up and grabbed Illyana's hand. "Pancakes! Lets go!" Illyana giggled and ran off towards the kitchen. Kitty, feeling left behind, followed them. Actually, some pancakes might just hit the spot.
- - - -
The kitchen was a mess. Eggshells lay all over the counter, syrup and milk mingling to make several amber looking puddles between them. For some strange reason, pancakes had gotten stuck up on the sealing, and batter was dripping from them. Mikhail was standing over the stove, and Kurt and Kitty started to giggle at that simple sight. They could see the ties of an apron around his waist. The thing that humored them the most about it was that it was that it was Ororo's frilly apron.
He turned around, and they could see that the apron barely reached the top of his thighs, and was stretched out to its capacity. His face was dotted with flour, and his arms were sticky with the syrup. Needless to say, it was obvious this was his first time making pancakes. He set a stack of pancakes in front of all three of them, before sitting down to its own. "It took me seven tries... but I think I finally got it right." Mikhail waited apprehensively for them to try his creation.
Illyana, barely able to see above the table, for the simple fact that four year olds tend to be short. She reached up, and struggled to get a pancake on a fork. After succeeding at this task, she lowered it to her mouth, and ate it. After chewing it she smiled, and reached for more, cramming them into her little mouth, with amazing speed.
At her reaction, Kurt and Kitty felt more courageous, and they too a mouthful of the pancakes. Kurt swallowed. "Best. Pancakes. Ever." He said simply, before diving into his plate. Mikhail slumped down in his chair with a sigh of relief. He was half expecting them to immediately vomit. Cooking was not a skill Mikhail regularly excelled at. He began eating himself.
So it went: two Russians, a German, and an American enjoying a hot breakfast of pancakes. Soon Piotr came downstairs, still in his pajamas, and pulled up a chair next to his older brother. "You made pancakes?" He asked, looking at Kitty. Kurt snorted and sputtered.
"Believe me, if Kitty mad these... I doubt any of us would be left alive!"
Kitty glared at Kurt. "I'm not THAT bad!" She argued. This only caused Kurt to raise an eyebrow and shake his head with amusement, chuckling to himself. Kitty scowled.
"No. I made them." Mikhail interjected, clapping a hand on Piotr's shoulder. Piotr shrugged and proceeded to pick some pieces of pancakes off of Mikhail's plate.
Kitty, having eaten her fill, leaned back in her chair with a satisfied sigh. It'd been a long time since she had pancakes that good. She looked across the table at the brothers, the older one looking slightly annoyed that Piotr kept sneaking pieces of pancakes away from him. He wanted to keep all the golden goodness for his own mouth. Illyana was singing some song in the background in Russian. To Kitty, this whole scene seemed perfect. ***
She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't exactly know why she left. But Rogue did know that she had to get away. It was this knowledge that had kept her walking around incoherently, without destination for about two weeks now. She took shelter wherever she could at night, and traveled to nowhere by day. There was something slightly satisfying in this pointless journey. But how did this start?
Three weeks earlier, a restlessness and a feeling of incompleteness and little comfort came to her attention. It had swept over the Southern girl and started consuming her heart and ravaging her mind, leaving not a peaceful moment for her to escape to. It was only just recently that she realized this feeling had been soaking into her skin for far longer than that. Every little thing that everyone did annoyed her. She was so close to snapping, so she packed a bag and left abruptly. She left only a note telling them not to follow her, and it would seem they took heed. She had seen not a hair from any of their heads. And you know what? She was extremely happy.
Rogue didn't know how many towns she had passed through since she left, and it actually seemed trivial. They were all the same: people staring, antique stores, and a burger joint. Rogue started to kick a stone down the street, wrapped in a shroud of various thoughts. She licked her lips absent mindedly, unaware that she was being watched by someone in the shadows, and he was ready to make his move.
***
(A/N: Yeah! A longer chapter. Although... I'd have to say these authors notes are my favorite parts. I get to voice my opinions. Its fun.
First off: I hate the Huskers. All Huskers can go to hell. How DARE you beat the Buffalos. Ugh.
Second: I wont update in a while... I have finals. I'm really stressed about my Physics final. So stressed. Plus. Something I'm really exciting about is going to happen... But I wont go into details... but while I love it... most likely when its over it will send me spiraling into a deep depression.
Third: Hockey rules, doesn't it? It rules hard core. I love the Avalanche, the Devils, and the Lightning. I despise the Red Wings and the Sharks. RED WINGS SUCK ASS!
So... another filler chapter, eh? I think next chapter I'll have a medium thing go on... but I have some big plans. This is going to be like a, 20+ chapter fic. I hope. Unless it becomes crap.
OH! I would so love to Have a beta reader. That would help me so much! So, if anyone is up to it... drop me a line at batgirl766@aol.com. And put 'beta' in the title (Cause I get a LOT of junk mail with "no subject" as the... well, subject.)
Ciao.
-L)
*****
Chapter 6
*Risty- Oh man... making him evil... but he's my baby! Ah well, insanity is something I've never attempted to conquer in my writing. It could be fun... Or I could put a twist. Everything is still open!
*Colossus Stalker/Follower- I'm really glad you like it! And, as you can tell, I've updated! Yeah!
*Molly- You've just earned yourself 50 cool points! I love Mikhail too... he's like my... love child or something. And yeah, Fushigi Yuugi is the bomb!
****
Piotr woke up with a jolt. He realized he had been dreaming when he saw little ILlyana curled up in her bed like a ball. He walked over to her bed and placed a hand upon her head. She shifted slightly, but continued dreaming. Satisfied, he slumped back over to his own bed, and waited for sleep to once more curl its warm fingers around his mind, hoping for a more peaceful slumber than the previous bout. And soon, he slept.
***
The morning sprang from the night as luminous as its predecessors. Its glory reached through the trees, trickling through the grass. Its trumpeters opened their beaks to announce to all the world its arrival. The sun's subjects took heed, and arose from their burrows as it rose in the sky to proudly survey all it owned.
It found Ororo sleeping in her bed, dreams swirling behind her eyelids. A box of tissues stood on her night stand next to the alarm clock. A knock on her door woke her up. She yawned, and slipped on her robe, making her way over to the door, her eyes still clouded with sleep. She opened the door and instinctively looked down. Living in a house with many short children would make you do that. All that was down there was a plate of toast and some orange juice. She looked down the hall. Satisfied that no one was there she picked up the food and closed her door.
***
Kitty slowly pulled herself up, only to flop down on the coach with a groan. Kurt ported into the big, cushiony arm chair next to the couch, and curled up into a tight little ball. "Whose bright idea was it to let Scott run our Danger Room sessions?" he moaned. Kitty mumbled something into a pillow. "What?"
She slowly turned her head to the side. "I don't know... but they're in for it... Once we can walk again."
Scott ran up the stairs, practically jumping out of his pants with glee. The two younger mutants stared at him, willing him to trip and fall on his face, but no such luck came to them. Mr. Summers picked up the phone next to the couch and started dialing. "Hello? Jean! How are you doing? Aw.. I missed you too honey. I love you too. I can't wait until you get home..." He said, intermittently, making kissy faces at the appropriate places, as if she could see him through the receiver.
Kurt felt like he was going to gag... and he would have, if he felt like it would have any effect. As it was, he just lay there, wrinkling his nose. Kitty took a deep breath and threw a pillow at Scott, hitting him directly in the back of the head, knocking the phone out of his hand.
"Hey!" Scott moaned, whipping around to face his attacker. "I am in the middle of a very important phone call."
"Yeah, and we're all deeply regretting growing ourselves ears!" She said sarcastically, forcing back a giggle.
Scott scowled and picked up the receiver. "Sorry about that honey. I got interrupted." A bitter tone laced his voice.
"Kurt and Kitty?" came the muffled voice from the other end of the line, loud enough for the culprits to hear. Scott answered in the affirmative. "I swear," Jean's voice continued, "They can be so immature!"
He agreed saying, "Hold on a second, I'll call you back once I get upstairs." Scott gave Kurt and Kitty a look they took to say 'you'll regret this the next time you have a session with me' and the trotted off to his room, to continue the conversation with his girlfriend.
"And we thought things would get less mushy when Jean was on vacation..." Kurt groaned.
"The sooner she gets back from California... the better. I don't think I can take much more of this slop." Kitty replied, draping her arm over her face.
They lay there, pure exhaustion running through their veins. All either wanted to do for the rest of their lives was to lie motionless, hopefully becoming one with the furniture they rested in. Too bad fate had other plans for them. And it took no time carrying them out. Little Illyana jumped on Kitty, causing her to sputter, as one tends to do when thirty pounds suddenly lands on your back, forcing all the air out of your lungs. "Kitty! Morning!" She hugged the older girl. "Me an' Mikhail made pancakes want some?"
Kurt's ears perked up from their previous droopy state upon hearing the word 'pancakes.' He got up and grabbed Illyana's hand. "Pancakes! Lets go!" Illyana giggled and ran off towards the kitchen. Kitty, feeling left behind, followed them. Actually, some pancakes might just hit the spot.
- - - -
The kitchen was a mess. Eggshells lay all over the counter, syrup and milk mingling to make several amber looking puddles between them. For some strange reason, pancakes had gotten stuck up on the sealing, and batter was dripping from them. Mikhail was standing over the stove, and Kurt and Kitty started to giggle at that simple sight. They could see the ties of an apron around his waist. The thing that humored them the most about it was that it was that it was Ororo's frilly apron.
He turned around, and they could see that the apron barely reached the top of his thighs, and was stretched out to its capacity. His face was dotted with flour, and his arms were sticky with the syrup. Needless to say, it was obvious this was his first time making pancakes. He set a stack of pancakes in front of all three of them, before sitting down to its own. "It took me seven tries... but I think I finally got it right." Mikhail waited apprehensively for them to try his creation.
Illyana, barely able to see above the table, for the simple fact that four year olds tend to be short. She reached up, and struggled to get a pancake on a fork. After succeeding at this task, she lowered it to her mouth, and ate it. After chewing it she smiled, and reached for more, cramming them into her little mouth, with amazing speed.
At her reaction, Kurt and Kitty felt more courageous, and they too a mouthful of the pancakes. Kurt swallowed. "Best. Pancakes. Ever." He said simply, before diving into his plate. Mikhail slumped down in his chair with a sigh of relief. He was half expecting them to immediately vomit. Cooking was not a skill Mikhail regularly excelled at. He began eating himself.
So it went: two Russians, a German, and an American enjoying a hot breakfast of pancakes. Soon Piotr came downstairs, still in his pajamas, and pulled up a chair next to his older brother. "You made pancakes?" He asked, looking at Kitty. Kurt snorted and sputtered.
"Believe me, if Kitty mad these... I doubt any of us would be left alive!"
Kitty glared at Kurt. "I'm not THAT bad!" She argued. This only caused Kurt to raise an eyebrow and shake his head with amusement, chuckling to himself. Kitty scowled.
"No. I made them." Mikhail interjected, clapping a hand on Piotr's shoulder. Piotr shrugged and proceeded to pick some pieces of pancakes off of Mikhail's plate.
Kitty, having eaten her fill, leaned back in her chair with a satisfied sigh. It'd been a long time since she had pancakes that good. She looked across the table at the brothers, the older one looking slightly annoyed that Piotr kept sneaking pieces of pancakes away from him. He wanted to keep all the golden goodness for his own mouth. Illyana was singing some song in the background in Russian. To Kitty, this whole scene seemed perfect. ***
She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't exactly know why she left. But Rogue did know that she had to get away. It was this knowledge that had kept her walking around incoherently, without destination for about two weeks now. She took shelter wherever she could at night, and traveled to nowhere by day. There was something slightly satisfying in this pointless journey. But how did this start?
Three weeks earlier, a restlessness and a feeling of incompleteness and little comfort came to her attention. It had swept over the Southern girl and started consuming her heart and ravaging her mind, leaving not a peaceful moment for her to escape to. It was only just recently that she realized this feeling had been soaking into her skin for far longer than that. Every little thing that everyone did annoyed her. She was so close to snapping, so she packed a bag and left abruptly. She left only a note telling them not to follow her, and it would seem they took heed. She had seen not a hair from any of their heads. And you know what? She was extremely happy.
Rogue didn't know how many towns she had passed through since she left, and it actually seemed trivial. They were all the same: people staring, antique stores, and a burger joint. Rogue started to kick a stone down the street, wrapped in a shroud of various thoughts. She licked her lips absent mindedly, unaware that she was being watched by someone in the shadows, and he was ready to make his move.
***
(A/N: Yeah! A longer chapter. Although... I'd have to say these authors notes are my favorite parts. I get to voice my opinions. Its fun.
First off: I hate the Huskers. All Huskers can go to hell. How DARE you beat the Buffalos. Ugh.
Second: I wont update in a while... I have finals. I'm really stressed about my Physics final. So stressed. Plus. Something I'm really exciting about is going to happen... But I wont go into details... but while I love it... most likely when its over it will send me spiraling into a deep depression.
Third: Hockey rules, doesn't it? It rules hard core. I love the Avalanche, the Devils, and the Lightning. I despise the Red Wings and the Sharks. RED WINGS SUCK ASS!
So... another filler chapter, eh? I think next chapter I'll have a medium thing go on... but I have some big plans. This is going to be like a, 20+ chapter fic. I hope. Unless it becomes crap.
OH! I would so love to Have a beta reader. That would help me so much! So, if anyone is up to it... drop me a line at batgirl766@aol.com. And put 'beta' in the title (Cause I get a LOT of junk mail with "no subject" as the... well, subject.)
Ciao.
-L)