Chapter Title: Mizu Rei
Disclaimer: I own nothing from X-Men Evolution. It's a great show, I'd suggest for everyone to at least watch one episode…
Warning: First off, this story is most certainly an alternate universe to the main one, in order to include my friends' and my original characters. Next, there will be some angst, which occurs in all of my stories, and even more fluff in between of the action…Fluffiness! Yay!
Rating: For the preludes and first chapters, P.G. This story will eventually be rated R, but we'll have to work up to that…now won't we?
Pairings: Possible Mizu/Theo. There will be more of this as the story progresses…
Author's Notes: Bwahahahaha! Now that we are in the second chapter, I…well…I…um…forgot what I was going to say. Damn. Well, anyways…yah. Go read.
This second one is about Mizu Rei, a girl born a mutant in the mid-1800's…and she doesn't look a day past twenty-one! Go figure…
1847-England
"Her hair…is green…Dost thou not that that the wee lass will be thought of as a witch?"
The man bent down beside a woman, who was holding her newborn infant close to her heart. The child was sleeping peacefully, not knowing that her wonderfully-colored sea-green hair was the cause of quite a stir throughout the city.
"No…I dost not. She's a beautiful being…one of our Heavenly Father's Blessed, ye'll be certain of that. She is a miracle."
1868-England-March
"A miracle, my ass."
The sea-green hair, aqua-green eyed girl bitterly recalled her mother's words. Now, twenty-one years later, she could beg to differ. Angrily, she whirled around while she stood next to the stream that sided along her parents' property, watching as the water whirled with her. Crystal drops, both spray from the water and crystalline tears from her eyes, glistened her cheeks as she stormed back toward the old-fashioned house.
Mizu was lucky. They did think of her unusually colored hair and eyes as a blessing from their God, and accepted her. However, she wasn't a fool, and when her strange ability to manipulate anything of water-craft appeared when she hit puberty, she said not a word and hid it from everyone. Even her own parents…
"Mizu!"
A man of about twenty-three years or so grabbed the young woman gently by her shoulders.
"Eric…yes…what dost thou want?"
"Your father sent me out to find ye'. Ye' are to speak with him. Tonight. It's about us…"
1868-England-July
Mizu Rei walked slowly down the darkly-lit street in the slums, Eric's arm wrapped around her shoulder. They were heading home…
"Dost thou know a better way home…? I do not like the looks of this…"
"Do not worry your bonny lil' head off. Ol' Eric'll protect ye'."
'And why is that not a comfort?'
Hushing her semi-disrespectful thoughts toward her fiancé, Mizu gave him a faint smile. He smiled right back at her, causing the love-struck young woman to blush as was the order of ladies these days, and looked faintly down at the ground.
Of all the sudden, a shadowy figure reached from the shadows (of course), grabbing Eric, who gasped and struck out as his attacker. Mizu heard the gasp and felt the absence of her fiancé's body-heat, and she turned her head to see what the matter was.
From that point on, everything seemed to be in slow motion. The…being…that had grabbed Eric plunged inch-long razor-sharp fangs into his neck, blood spraying a fine mist as the main artery was severed. He then dropped the body, and slowly walked towards Mizu. As if in a trance, she watched her lover's body fall limply to the ground, and kick a few times before finally spilling. She then lifted her head up and met the eyes of the Beast that had killed him, causing for him to be taken aback by the startling clarity and strangely beautiful color of them…
Jeweled Emeralds…
Was the breathy whisper…and Mizu's world vanished in a mist of blood…
Present Day-Bayville-May
A hooded figure walked down the back-alleys of the worst part of the city. The person's nose wrinkled at the scent of urine and feces that permeated the area. Phew…that smelled. However, enjoying the scents and views wasn't the real reason why this person was here, now was it?
"Hey…wanna' buy some…stuff…?"
A man sidled up to the hooded figure, wearing a filthy trench-coat and looking back and forth for any signs of the law. The hooded figure's head titled slightly to the side, and, when the dealer came close enough, he was shocked by the musical quality that the voice that answered him had.
"-Buying-wasn't quite what I had in mind…"
"Huh?"
The dealer wasn't puzzled for long; he found himself looking into a pair of burning aqua-green eyes and then there was no more…
Mizu only took enough blood to satiate the hunger which had forcefully kept the young woman alive all these years, carefully leaning the dealer's unconscious body against a greasy and grime-covered wall. When he came too…he would remember nothing of what took place…and would probably be wondering what exactly hit him.
She wouldn't kill. Although the pull was strongest while she was feeding, she never allowed it to take over. Mizu had never been that kind of person in full life…now in semi-life there was no difference.
"Hey…that was kick-ass…so you're a mutant too, eh?"
A definitely masculine voice sounded from behind Mizu, causing the woman to jump and bolt. Before she could get too far, however, a hand reached out and snagged her arm. Before she could trip and fall, there was another arm surprisingly supporting her.
"You saw nothing…"
"Nothing? I wouldn't call chowing down on some druggie's neck as 'nothing'. But hey, you lucked out. I'm like you, in a sense. I happen to not be a 'living vampire'."
That voice…Mizu's eyes drifted up the man's form. Rather nicely muscled… Tall…a good balance…his hair was worn down, long, spiked tips, and was a random mixture of red and black. And his eyes…were a deep and rich hazel with sparkled with amusement. Not fear. Not disgust. Not any of the emotions that Mizu normally sparked in most people. However…he was right about one thing…he was like her in a sense…his scent betrayed that well.
"I'm not a vampire, I'm a water witch. Now let me go."
Demanding, Mizu narrowed her eyes as she stared the man down.
"Fair enough. I'll let you go, but don't you try running off now."
His voice withheld the same amusement as his eyes bespoke of, and Mizu instantly got a warm feeling of welcome that she hadn't received in quite a large number of years.
"My name is Theo Yobi. I don't expect for you to trust me, but at least stick with me. It's a 'ell of a lot safer for us mutants to band together then be off livin' on out own, ya' know? And 'ell, since there have been all the arguments up in the higher authorities lately on us, it seems like everyone's out to get us now."
Mizu nodded. She had heard people talking about the situation…but she hadn't expected for it to have been so serious…it was something to really worry about.
"Uh-huh…I heard about that…but what're we to do?"
She questioned Theo, her aqua-green eyes shining with worry. Yah, between the two of them they could pass off as a punk and a Goth…but some people would look even further and put two and two together. And if they didn't end up with four, who was to say what they ended up with.
"Dunno…c'mon…we can't be staying here all night…let's head someplace brighter…"
Theo then paused as he had just thought of something, and gave Mizu a suspicious look.
"Um…you can go into brighter places…right?"
"Of course I can! All those old superstitions are wrong!"
"Ah…okay…let's go then…"
Present Day-Bayville-December
'Wow…such pretty snow…'
Mizu thought to herself as she admired the beautiful snowflakes falling from the sky. The clouds were huge, and reminded her for the world of puffy balls of cotton candy.
She was wandering round the city by herself, only half looking for Theo. That man had a habit of wondering off, saying he had business and disappearing for days. She had been a bit nosy, and looked a bit into it. All she knew was he had dealings with a gang of mutant mercenaries and some other rather shady-seeming people…trouble just waiting to happen in her viewpoint. So she stayed out of it.
Suddenly finding herself at a huge gate, Mizu peered in and looked around rather curiously. She hasn't been here before. At the top of a slight incline, she could see a huge building sitting there.
"Wow. I envy the folk who must live there. They must be filthy rich."
Suddenly, a voice seemed to appear out of nowhere in her mind.
Come, Mizu Rei…
'Woah! What was that!'
Mizu looked around at her surrounding suspiciously, and couldn't help the squeak of surprise that escaped from her lips as the gate suddenly swung open.
"Oh, great. I survive all this, and now I'm going crazy. Just perfect."
The normally nice girl's sarcasm filled that air, and she heard a soft chuckle deep within her mind.
Crazy, you happen to not be. Come into the building, and I will try to provide you with all that answers you seek.
"Alrighty Mr. Voice. I don't know who ya' are…but I'm going in. If I end up dead, you're gonna' be the first thing I haunt."
A smile flickering around the corners of her mouth, the water manipulator did exactly what she said, and she headed directly for the building. The building too wasn't locked, and she hesitated to go it. This wasn't her property, so wasn't it trespassing? Oh, well….too late now…
Biting her lip, Mizu walked in. The first and only sight that greeted her was two people. A woman with snow white hair and dark skin, and a old-looking man in a wheelchair. The man was the first to speak, his voice automatically being recognized by her as the same one which spoke into her mind.
"My name is Charles Xavier…and welcome to the Xavier Institute of Higher Learning…"
Author's Notes: Bwahah. I'll leave you hanging for now. Mizu was fun to type about…as strange as she happens to be! -laughs- But, eh, I at least managed to capture the persona right…or so I thought. Oh, hey, don't mind that really, really bad take on Old English accents and stuff. I think I threw a little Irish in these on accident, but hey! I never claimed to be and authority on that; now did I? I think not.
Next Time: The Tae Trio. Oh, boy… (I should be calling them to terrible Tae Trio, don't ya' think?)