A.N. I don't own anything related to Marvel. Or anything else for that matter.
Kat stood uneasily next to Logan as the doors swung open, and a bald man in a wheel chair rolled out. Behind him stood a group of young people gawking at her.
"Like, what is everyone staring at?" she exclaimed, glancing down at her skimpy, Japanese anime type clothing.
"You'll have to excuse everybody, Miss Pryde. They seem to have forgotten their manners," the bald man replied with a small smile, rolling up to her and sticking out his hand for her to shake.
Kat shook it lightly, and then beamed, "It's so great to meet you, Mr. Xavier! Like, Logan has told me all about you! This is like, a totally awesome house!"
God, she sounded like a ditz. Of course, it fit in with her smutty clothes and her valley girl character.
"Why, thank you Miss Pryde. I hope you like living here. Logan has also told me all about you," Chuck replied, and then turned to Logan, "Logan, my friend, it's good to see you."
Logan shook Chuck's hand and replied, "It's good ta see you too, Chuck. Been a few years, huh?"
"Yes, yes it has. Oh, forgive me. Logan, Miss Pryde, I would like you to meet the X-Men," Chuck said, turning his chair, and waving his arm towards the group still standing there.
"Like, you totally don't have to call me Miss Pryde," Kat smiled, "I'm Kat!" she waved.
"I apologize. X-Men, I would like you to meet a good friend of mine, Logan, and his…um…ward, Katherine Pryde. Kat, these are my students and team members," Chuck introduced.
"Like, Hi!"
Chuck turned and wheeled towards the door, Logan following after him. They stopped just inside the door and turned.
"Neko, why don't ya get some of these guys to help ya get yer stuff up here? Chuck and I got some stuff we gotta discuss. I'll come see yer new room later, okay? Be nice," Logan smirked.
"Okay, Logan. Like, see you later!" Kat grinned. "So, like, everyone knows my name…who are all of you?"
A tall man with red sunglasses and short brown hair stepped forward with a tight smile.
"Hello. My name is Scott Summers, and I am the team's unofficial leader. It's nice to meet you."
Tightwad. Kat thought to herself as she smiled at him and shook the hand proffered. A tall red head stepped forward next and beamed, "Hi! I'm Jean Grey and my powers are telepathy and telekinesis. Scott shoots force beams out of his eyes, that's why he wears those glasses."
Scott looked a little sheepish for a moment, and then grinned. "Sorry, I forgot to explain my powers."
"That's like, okay. I figured that I would find out sooner or later. It's like, great to meet you two. I guess you guys are the only ones who have names, huh?" Kat joked, giggling inanely at her own stupid joke.
"Oh, no. Everyone is just…excited to have a new teammate," came a lovely accented voice from above.
Kat's head snapped up at the sound, and feigned open mouthed surprise as a African woman with icy blue eyes and snow white hair descended from above. This must be the weather witch Logan had told her about.
"Like, hi! That was so totally cool! You can, like, FLY!" She squealed.
"Yes. I can also manipulate the weather. My name is Ororo Munroe, and my codename is Storm. I'm guessing that you are Kitty Pryde," the white haired mutant replied, dropping to the ground and shaking Kat's hand.
"Yep! That's, like, me! So, Miss Munroe, like, what does everybody else do? Do they do cool stuff like fly?" Kat whispered loudly.
"Well, that depends on what you think is cool," came a snide voice from the back of the group.
"If you like cool, check this out!" a brown haired young man called out. She watched in awe as the guy's body frosted over and he shot two streams of ice out of his hands, creating a life like statue of Kat out in the yard.
"Oooooh! That was like, the coolest! What's your name?" she squealed again.
"Bobby Drake at your service," he replied, giving an exaggerated bow, "And my codename is Iceman."
"Like, totally great to meet you!"
"That's nothing," a girl's voice scoffed. A dark skinned girl with brown hair, and a Brazilian accent stepped forward. "Hi, I'm Amara Aquilla, Bobby's girlfriend, and I can manipulate magma," she said, throwing a fireball at Bobby's statue, causing it to explode. "My codename is Magma, for obvious reasons."
"Wow! Cool! Can you like, make volcanoes and stuff?"
"If I want to. It's nice to meet you, Kitty," Amara replied.
"Awesome! Like, good to meet you too! Where are you, like, from?" Kat giggled inanely.
"I am from Brazil. I have lived here at the Institute for almost five years though," Amara replied.
"Oh. Do you, like, ever get to go home?" Kat asked her.
"Whenever I feel like it."
"What she means is, whenever is a good time for the Prof," came the same sarcastic voice from the back of the group.
"Why don't you shove it, Lance?" Amara replied searingly.
"Where, Fag-ma?" came the retort.
"Like, who are you, and what's your problem?" Kat spat, shoving her way through the crowd of people.
"Like, I'm like, Avalanche, but like, my like, name is like, Lance," was the sneering mockery that she received from a tall dark haired guy with long scraggly hair and an equally scraggly beard.
"Okay, Loser, that was so not nice. Amara and I were having a nice like, convo, and it was totally rude of you to like, butt in like that," Kat growled. Or what was as close to a growl as one could possibly get while doing a valley girl accent.
"Oooh! Kitty cat likes to scratch," the scraggly guy named Lance sneered again. "What's the matter little Kitty cat? Can't take a joke?"
"Like, I can take whatever you like, throw at me, you retard who obviously can't dress himself or take a bath or like cut his hair properly, I just don't appreciate your interfering with a conversation that was totally none of your business," Kat hissed. "But of course, we can like, continue this elsewhere if you like, want to settle this now. Otherwise, like, stay out of it, got it?"
"What exactly are you implying, Kitty cat? I'd watch it if I were you. There are little children about, and what we would do if we took this somewhere else wouldn't be for little eyes. In fact, it wouldn't be for most adult eyes either," Lance winked, running his eyes blatantly up and down her body.
"Ugh. Like, we will finish this later, but like, what I was thinking involved some serious like, damage to your fat head and ripping out your leering eyeballs," Kat retorted as she turned her back on him, to face an astonished group of mutants.
"I'm like, sorry! I didn't mean to like, offend anyone, except him, that is," she offered as they all continued to stare at her in silence.
"Don't even worra bout it," a Southern female voice floated out past everyone to her ears. The crowd parted revealing a Goth woman with a couple of white streaks in her hair.
"Ah'm Rogue, an Ah'm ya roommate. C'mon, ya can learn everaones names lata. An don't even pay attention ta that prick ova there," she said, pointing at Lance, "He's just barely tolerated cause the Prof took him in on a favor, but he's on his way outta heah if he keeps up the pervert routine."
"Thanks, but I can like, handle myself around him. It's like, totally great to meet you Rogue!" Kat replied, grinning at her. "I gotta go get my like, luggage and stuff. I wish one of you guys had superpowers that would make my bags and stuff like magically appear in my room," she giggled.
"Careful vat you vish for," a German accent appeared overhead. Kat looked up, and hanging on a branch over her was a fuzzy blue monkey thing hanging from a prehensile tail protruding from the back of his pants.
"Why?" she asked, curious about this mutant's powers.
"Because it just might come tue!" he grinned, showing gleaming white fangs, and disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
"That's Kurt. He likes ta show off ta the new girls," Rogue stated as she grabbed Kat's wrist and yanked her towards the doors to the mansion.
"Oh. What's like, your powers, Rogue? I like forgot to ask," Kat replied, allowing herself to be pulled into the mansion.
"Ah absorb peoples powas and memories, and usually leave them in a coma, so people can't touch me," Rogue replied nonchalantly.
"Really? Does that mean you can't have a boyfriend, or a like, girlfriend, whichever one you prefer," Kitty asked as she took in the foyer of the mansion.
"Boyfriend, an, no Ah cain't. What're yer powers?" Rogue retorted.
"Um, I can, like, walk through walls, so far, but Logan, like, tells me that people keep, like, evolving as they get older, so who knows?"
A.N. For those who don't know, or don't want to look up the translation on the internet, NEKO, what Logan called Kit, means Cat in Japanese. I will be using a lot of Japanese words in the upcoming chaps, just want to warn ya'll.