A/N: Woo hoo! Yay to me! Good news first! I finally finished my exams! And the bad news: I totally screwed it up! But…I still updated! Sorry about the long wait! Love all those who reviewed!

Response to reviewers:

L'ange-Sans-Ailes:

chocolatemercury: oh yes…Pietro's personality changed quite a lot. I changed him a lot to suit my liking. He acts differently this round because of Wanda. I guess being with his twin will change his personality, maybe he's nicer around her…I dunno.( I know I'm the author and all but hey, I'm still writing…I'm not too sure about Pietro myself…so I just made up his personality to match the story line…I hope he's at least a little pietro-ish.!)

And as for the Kitty part, she had her staff with her all the while! I'll add that part into the story…totally forgot the little detail!

Kigono : Yay! Glad you understand! Thanks for the compliment! lol

kitty fan: oo…thanks! Good luck to you too! I hope you understood my last explaination!

RealityBreakGirl: thanks! I really need all the luck I can get!

Yogini Gal : oopsy…I guess I made it a little comfusing huh? Sorry bout that. Wanda lost grip on the dagger, she didn't mean to hit kitty. It was an accident.

Everyone else who reviewed for me: I love you guys! Wonderful reviews I'm getting! I'll work on the errors! Sorry about them. Keep up the reviewing guys! And once again, thank you so so so so so so so so much! (Blows kisses all over)

Thanks to: (if I left anyone out, I really really sorry….but you have my thanks too!)

stormroguefan2

L'ange-Sans-Ailes

chocolatemercury

Kigono

kitty fan:

RealityBreakGirl:

Nikki

Yogini Gal

NaijaStrawberrie

stormrogue2

Kitty Pryde2

Note to all:

Hee hee, I'm starting to feel that this story needs a few extra characters than the ones we already have now, so can you guys out there give a couple of suggestions? Thanks in advance!

Its story time! Enjoy!

The Fates

Side one of the garden:

Soft footsteps sounded as a tall teenager with silver hair walked slowly past. Unusual for one of his power, but yet, he walked with an air of calmness that seemed to linger there forever as though he was in such peace that nothing could distract him.

Flowers bloomed all around him, and their scent floated all around the surrounding area. The vines had grown all over the tall ivory pillars giving the area an air of mystical mystery as though it was a scared place.

Pietro breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of rainwater mingled with flowers. The usual road he walked daily to his special training grounds was as usual over running with wild plants and flowers. But he never minded them. To him these flowers reminded him of himself. Free to grow in what ever way he wanted, with no one to bother about what he did.

Unknown to him, someone was coming in from another road, carrying a simple brown staff, almost mirroring his actions. The newcomer was dressed in a simple black track pants and light blue tank top. Long brown hair was tied up in a high pony tail which swished slowly as she walked. A light blue veil masked her face and left only her blue eyes for the world to look upon.

Kitty never left her room without her veil; it was her mark of identity. Over the years in Mist, she had learnt to shun the rest of the world, and the veil was the perfect thing she could hide behind. Few had seen behind the external veil, and even fewer had seen behind the internal veil.

Her footsteps echoed softly on the stone floor, and she step-sided the wild creepers on the floor and walls.

Like Pietro, these flowers reminded her of herself. Free and unconfined. Suddenly, she paused, her body tense. Her sensitive ears picked up another set of footsteps muffled by the wall separating the two assassins.

Springing away from the main path, she nimbly leapt up a nearby tree and slid under the cover of its leaves.

Pietro walked into view, a wooden training staff in his hands. Scanning the area for intruders like he always did, he walked to the middle of the courtyard and begun his stretching exercise.

Fascinated by someone who would even dare to trespass on her territory, Kitty watched silently from the trees. She was defiantly living up to her name of Shadow cat. Blending in like a shadow and behaving as silent and as stealthy as a cat. She cocked her head to peer between leaves as he performed an unnaturally fast move.

Slowly, his patterned movements became a sort of dance with his staff. The leaves around his feet swirled in circles around him, following every movement of his staff as it breezed passed the floor. His arms and legs flew in synchronized harmony, spinning faster and faster around each other till they were nothing but blurs of white.

Trained blue eyes watched his every movement, taking in his stance and every kick. They came to two conclusions. One, this was not a set of movements taught by Mist. Second, this person was good… …very good.

A sudden gust of wind blew into the trees, making them rustle and their leaves float to the ground.

Pietro's staff whipped through the air, causing ripples of air fly through the still air around him. Up in the safety of her tree, Kitty felt the power of the strokes and knew at once, that Pietro was not one to be messed with.

Springing lightly down from her perch, she slid into the shadows of the trees. Making sure that Pietro was still absorbed in his deadly dance, she phrased through the ground.

Pietro was still spinning and lashing out at imaginary opponents when Kitty phrased up behind him. With a loud clanging of staffs, their eyes met. Blue met sliver as they locked eyes.

Then, silence. None of them made a sound, none of them moved so much as an inch. A wind whipped up fallen leaves on the ground, and in the silence, their rustling sounded eerily loud.

"Who the hell are you?" Pietro's whispered words cut through the silence like a knife. Silence was his answer.

"Who the hell are you?" he repeated the question. Louder this time. Kitty's locked gaze on his eyes never flattered. She never moved, never spoke, but just stared at him.

When she spoke, her voice was soft, blending into the sound of the winds. Pietro would have gladly stood there just listening to her voice alone, but his wish was not to be granted.

"Who I am does not matter……..quick sliver." her voice held a threat, but it never loss its quality.

He paused, caught off balance by her knowledge of his name. Uncertain, he took a step backwards. Wrong move.

One minute he was standing up, the next, he was lying flat on his back. Stunned, he stared up at the mysterious veiled girl. Who was she?

Kitty stretched out a hand to the fallen boy, her eyes betraying no emotion. As usual. She noticed how his eyes followed her every movement as if she would pounce on him. Well, she already did, but that wasn't the point.

He wasn't observing her for the sake of sizing her up to see if she was a threat. He was observing her simply because he was curious. Somehow, it seem so unreal to her that someone from Mist could have any emotion left.

Curiosity was something that could not be tolerated in Mist. like the saying goes, 'curiosity killed the cat'. Death was something very real to all of them, most of them encounting them on the weekly basis, her included.

But then again, it was still very intriguing how one person managed to survive Mist with all his emotions still intact.

Kitty's mind was spinning, her brain working out all the information she had about him.

His name was Quicksliver, his surname was Maximoff. His name was unknown to her. He was a mutant, another one of those gifted ones in Mist to be able to attend the class for spells. He had a twin sister, scarlet witch, also gifted.

All in all, he was a threat to her. So as usual, her body worked by itself after hearing the conclucion. She did the only possible thing to do in such a situation. She knocked him to the ground.

Over the years, Kitty had learnt that the opponent was not as dangerous when he was one the ground looking up at her in utter astonishment. She stifled- was that a giggle – at the look etched on Pietro's face.

Pietro took her hand and heaved himself off the hard stones. She seemed different from the rest of the girls he knew. Brown hair, blue eyes, a veil, track suit….wait a minute, a veil?

He paused for a moment to gawk at the mysterious girl. Barley a second later, the truth hit him at full force, successfully rendering his speechless.

"Bloody hell! She's the princess! And I just yelled at her…I am so dead." He stared blankly at Kitty, muddled thoughts running wild in his head.

"Your……highness?" he finally croaked, still gaping at her like a goldfish out of the water.

Kitty smiled bitterly at his realization. The only one who I had ever met who didn't treat me differently, finds out who I am. But she didn't want him to do that, so she did the only thing that sounded reasonable to her at that point of time.

"No. I am not the princess." She turned and her back faced him. She couldn't let him know who she was…it was an experiment, a test on herself to see if she could handle emotion from someone else… yes, that was why she was doing this.

"But…the veil, your face…you look so much like her." Pietro finished his stammering sentence lamely, acutely aware of how stupid and ignorant he sounded. His response was met with yet another bitter smile.

"Yes, I am aware of that Quicksliver. But yet, the fact remains that I am not the Princess." She answered, he voice chilly. The wind around them howled even louder and their clothes and hair flew around them.

Kitty's hair came loose from her loose rubber band, and it flowed around her face and veil, creating an image of an earth goddess in the breeze.

Pietro blinked his eyes and shook his head slightly to clear the image. When he looked up again, she was back to the mysterious girl who had knocked him down and then helped him up again.

"What, too gorgeous for you to handle?" she mocked him as he shook his head. Her reply was met with an icy glare and an equally smart retort.

"Don't flatter yourself." Kitty took one look as his face and burst out laughing. It felt good to laugh. She hadn't laughed so heartily since she was a little girl. All the times over the years, her laughter had been faked or bitter, never so real like this. She didn't know what was happening, but the boy in front of her was different from the others.

Somehow or rather, he made her feel special, real, living. She had only spent a few minutes with him, yet, he gave her a feeling of complete safety. When she was with him, she just knew that he was not one of those stereotype assassins.

"You know something…..Pietro?" she turned around. Just as she had expected, Pietro stood still, completely stunned.

"How…how did you- I mean, who are you talking to?" Pietro stumbled over his words, boy, was he sure being "un-smooth" today.

"I read your file dufus. You want me to read out everything I know about you?" she taunted. Pietro frowned, and upon impulse, he snapped back.

"Try me." He snarled. This is so great…he's acting exactly like I thought he would! Kitty thought happily. She had never had so much fun in a while!

"Well, to start with, your name is Pietro Maximoff, code name Quick sliver. You have a twin sister Wanda Maximoff, code name Scarlet witch. Your father is— " Pietro clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Okay okay, so you read my file….how did you do it?" he asked curiously.

Kitty smirked back mischievously. "I have my resources!" was her only mysterious response.

Pietro was about to open his mouth and ask another question when suddenly she put a hand to her ear and stopped all movements.

"Talk to me. Yes…..yes, I'll be there. Tonight, 9.00pm. Be there on time. I won't wait." Suddenly, before Pietro's very eyes, she changed. The girl he had been shamelessly flirting with was gone. In her place stood a cold hearted assassin discussing a business deal.

She turned around, and with a sad smile, she said "I really sorry, but I got to go. I'll see you around?"

"Yeah…you'll go ahead. Its no problem. You know where to find me anyway." He smirked back at her. Kitty grinned half-heartedly, and swatted him gently on the arm.

"So um…bye." With a small wave, she turned and walked away. Pietro contented himself with staring at her back before turning back to the floor.

There on the leaf littered floor laid a staff. A plain wooden one with inticate carvings at the tip of one end. Bending over, Pietro picked the staff up, marveling at its light weight.

He looked closely at the staff, and on the inscriptions read in curvy Spanish letters:

Propiedad de el Sombra Gato Princesa de Bruma

Still staring at the staff, he gasped out loud. He knew who she was now.

A few miles away, a brunette changing in her room stopped short. Flinging herself onto the bed, she groaned out loud.

She left her staff behind. She was so, so, so dead now.

Whew, one of my longest chapters!

Sooo…how did I do! As you can see, I changed the ending! Review please!

p.s I didn't check the chapter….so fell free to point out any mistakes you see! Thanks in advance.