It really is fun to write this fic.

Gremblin: Oh, but I can't let him be completely happy, now can I? BWAHAHA!

ToadMorty: Do I? I thought I was a little OOC, but YAY you don't think so! So happy!

Kimi Kada: It was short 'cause I'm lazy!

The magical list of names ('cause Jubes likes to make things confusing):

Hiroshi: The senile guy that glows.

Jin: The neighbor with soooooooper hearing.

Tom: Mort's friend with many, many children.

Roka: Mutant in training (MIT ('cause I'm lazy)): Boiling- Gets steeeeeeeeeamy hot.

Janet: MIT: Spike- She gets SPIKEY. Who would have guessed!

Toshi: MIT: Memory- when she speaks, people relive their most painful memories.

Raidon: MIT: Thunder- Makes a low-frequency that makes things shake.

Kentaro: MIT: Crusher- super strength.

Alejandra: MIT: Shift- teleporter.

Phil: MIT: Silver- goes all invisiblish. Serious anger issues.

Let's read the story, now, shall we?

Chapter 6:

Six weeks later:

The Mutant Training class sat with their trainers in the small sitting room in the basement of the dojo. All eyes were fixed on the large wooden TV that was at least twenty years old. Roka lay bare-chested across half of one of the couches, making eggs on his stomach. Mort was sitting on the other half of the couch, eyes blank and wide. Raidon was perched on the back of the couch. Phil was right in front of the TV, but they could all see through him, so there were no complaints. Alejandra sat in a moth-eaten sitting chair with Janet on the arm, nervously making more holes in the chair without realizing it. Toshi sat on the ground in front of the chair, and Kentaro sat next to her. Jin was there in her uniform from the sushi house, and she and Hiroshi stood completely still behind the chair.

The Mutant Registration Act had been revised, rewritten, and now sat in front of the President once again. The news cameras were all focused on their reporter, who was quickly speaking with fevered anticipation in front of a podium. A man stepped out to the podium, and cleared his throat.

"The Mutant Registration Act has been..." The group unconsciously leaned forward in unison. "...passed."

Roka's eggs fell to the floor without notice as he rose from his position. Phil apparated and ran to his sister, who was sobbing. Raidon made a small tremor when he let out an ominous sigh. Toshi's hand went to Kentaro's arm as he wept without shame. Mort swore loudly, got up, and nearly kicked a hole in the wall.

"We all knew it would come, Mort," said Jin, "We just didn't believe it."

"All mutants will be required to report to their nearest post office, public school, or library. Robotic gene sensors will be monitoring the streets to collect mutants who refuse to comply with the terms of the Mutant Registration Act."

"Children, you are not to leave the dojo," said Hiroshi, "Your parents will be summoned and brought to their nearest Underground station. You will meet with them when the time is right." He turned to the man with his face in his hands. "Mort, you and them get together some beds and such. Jin, contact the Underground. I'm going to go let people in." He turned up the stairs calmly.

"Oy!" said Mort, "You lot!" His words froze as he looked down at the crying, shocked teens. "It's all gonna go on awright. If they catch any one of you, I'll follow ya an' bring ya back myself. Nobody here'll be gettin' a number on their 'eads on my time."

"Damned normals!" cursed Phil, "I'll show you what's normal!" He flipped off the television. "They can't do this, Mort! This is America! People are supposed to be free!"

"So long as they're just like everyone else," added Roka bitterly.

"It's not fair!" sobbed Kentaro. Toshi hugged him tightly as if to say "I know. Just cry it out."

There was a small sleeping hall in the next room over. It held four queen size beds, six twin beds, and ten cots all crammed together so tightly that there was only one aisle down the middle of the room. Toshi, Roka, and Raidon were putting sheets on the beds as Alejandra popped in and out with new ones. Mort, Phil, Kentaro, and Janet were pulling cots out of the storage closet and setting them up with blankets in the rec room. They were expecting a full house.

"Hello?" called a woman's voice from the next room over. Mort stuck his head into the Danger Room to find a small hoard of people already gathering to come in. Most were Japanese, but some had apparently come to the Underground safehouse from outside the neighborhood. Sure enough, in the back of the room was...

"Alan!" shouted Kentaro's massive figure from behind him. The sensitive brute clomped over to Tom's son, and threw his great arms around the boy. "Thank God you guys got here! I was so worried about you!"

Alan looked up at his abnormally tall father. "Dad, I-"

"I know," said Tom serenely.

"What? How could you-?"

"You underestimate us," said a very pale, very pregnant woman beside Tom.

"Tom! Lauren!" shouted Mort, finally snapped out of the shock of Kentaro and Alan's relationship.

"Mort?" said Lauren, "I haven't seen you in so long! What are the chances?"

"Slim. C'mon now, people. Let's get you all beds. You all can stay in the sleeping hall. Kentaro, you will be sleeping on a cot. Out here." Kentaro and Alan blushed. Mort led the swarm of new arrivals into the room. Tom's family took up a queen size bed, and eight cots. A single Japanese mother and her three children took up two cots and two twin beds. Three young Mexican brothers- runaways- took up a queen size, and a Japanese couple with a daughter left only three twin beds and one queen left. They were really gonna be packing in.

In the end, most of the kids in twin beds had to double up, and Mort was left to the couch. The majority of the traffic had died down, but every once in a while a new family would walk in, looking scared as hell.

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That night, Mort lay on the couch, staring at the children around him. These children had the chance to grow up in the best place in the country for mutants. Now, the dream that had been here was gone. These children had nothing left. Nowhere to go. These young ones would grow up scared, and without hope. Why? Why must it go on like this?

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