Natsumi: Finally! After stabbing writers block and procrastination in the back, I have completed chapter 6!
Logan: 'Bout damn time.
Natsumi: If I wanted your opinion, Logan, I'd ask for it.
Logan: Whatever, you know what to do.
Natsumi: Give credit where credit's due ME NO OWN, YOU NO SUE. If I did I'd take AKA's idea and make Logan wear a pink tutu. Oh, Kanaan is mine, so I guess technically I could make her wear one but... I don't feel like it. Enjoy.
6
Kanaan never felt so wonderful in her life. Who knew hot water could be the very essence of contentment? And soap… oh god… Best. Thing. Ever.
She scrubbed herself pink and was surprised that her hair didn't fall out after the washing she had given it. That wasn't even the best part, no, that honor went toward being able to shave her legs into silky smoothness. Oh yeah, life was wonderful.
After taking a layer off of her skin she finally turned off the shower and grabbed a towel from a rack that was mounted beside the tub. She dried off, and wrapped the towel around herself, before looking around in the cabinet for lotion.
She had just finished applying the moisturizer to her legs when a young girl and a boy holding a pile of clothes in his arms just suddenly appeared in the middle of the bathroom. Like literally, in a cloud that smelled like brimstone.
"Kitty I don't see vhy I have to help you carry ze clothes. It's not like you can't go through valls." the boy dropped the pile of clothes, and looked up at her.
They stared at each other for a long moment, eyes getting wider and Kanaan's face getting redder. She recognized the two from the fight, but that didn't change the face that a young teenage boy was in the bathroom, with her practically naked except for a towel.
"Kurt! You teleported us into the bathroom!" Kitty yelled at him.
"Vell it vasn't like I could see vhere I vas going!" He said, his cheeks turning purple. "Sorry!" he threw back at Kanaan and then disappeared in another cloud of brimstone.
"I'm so sorry! He really didn't mean to!" Kitty tried to apologize, but Kanaan held up her hand.
"Let me get dressed before we start talking about apologizing." she suggested.
"Oh! Right, well, I brought a bunch of different things for you to choose from, I didn't know what you'd like." Kitty said, sheepishly indicating to the pile that Kurt had dropped.
"That's okay, let's see what you've brought."
After at least thirty minuets of trying on thing and matching articles of clothing up, Kanaan came out wearing a pair of jean shorts that barely went past her bottom, and a green tank top that showed a considerable amount of midriff.
"I can't believe it." Kitty was saying.
"No, it's true. My blue eye," Kanaan told, pointing to her right eye. "is colorblind, I can see only black, white and gray. That makes it hard for my green eye," she pointed to the left one. "To distinguish colors. So I usually only wear white so I wont look ridiculous."
"Yeah, and sorry about my clothes barely fitting you."
"It's alright, being tall is a blessing as well as a curse."
"So, you hungry? Everyone is probably eating lunch by now." Kitty offered. Kanaan didn't need to answer, her rumbling stomach did that for her.
After they laughed they went to the kitchen where most of the older students and staff were. She recognized the boy who had lasers for eyes, the redhead telekinetic, and the feral man and Hank. The only one she didn't know was a African American woman with long white hair.
Hank nearly spit out his coffee when he saw Kanaan. She was dressed, but barely. He fought hard to keep his arousal contained. He had just gotten through taking a cold shower, and he'd prefer not having another one.
"Kid I've seen whores with more clothes on than you do." Logan muttered to Kanaan.
"Logan!" Ororo scolded, her voice harsh. Kanaan tried pulling down her shirt, only to make her cleavage even more considerable. She glared at Logan.
"Remarkable observation Mr. Logan. Tell me, did you say that because you're thinking about buying?"
Everyone's jaw dropped. No one ever had the nerve to talk to the Wolverine like that.
Logan's eyes narrowed. "Figured with the way you were dressed all ah'd have to do is flip ya a twenty and you'd be ready to put out."
"Logan!" Storm's voice was razor sharp now. But Kanaan wasn't about to take the insult laying down, so to speak.
"Well if your height is any indication of what's in your pants I'm hoping big things come in small packages."
Scott had to cover his mouth to keep from snorting in laughter and Jean couldn't help but to smile at her. Logan glared, his smile malicious.
"Why don't you come over here and see what surprise this package has in store for ya?"
"Oh, I'll bet the surprise will be how long it lasts, a total of five seconds, much longer than the two I expected."
Scott got up and left the room, and could be heard laughing in the hallway. Jean shook her head with a smile, and followed suit. Logan was about to tear her an new asshole when Kitty broke the animosity.
"What would you like to eat Kanaan?" the teen asked. Kanaan had a thoughtful look on her face, before her lips spread out into a devilish grin.
"Meat."
Logan, who was drinking a beer, chocked. At first Kanaan thought he was going to get seriously pissed at her, but it turned out he was laughing, laughing.
"Yer some kind of messed up kid." he got out with a grin. She smiled back.
"Yeah, well, you should meet my mother, she's a lot worse." Kanaan replied.
"I'll bet." he got up, and tossed back the rest of his brew. "Well, time for some trainin' in the Danger Room. Later."
Hank watched Logan leave, and shook his head. He turned to Kanaan, "You're a marvel. No one has ever not been afraid of Wolverine."
"Are you kidding me? I'm about to piss my pants. Err, pardon my French." she threw in after the white haired woman gave her a look.
"It's alright. I'm Ororo Munroe, also known as Storm." Ororo said, holding out her hand to the younger woman.
"Kanaan Montesquieu." Kanaan greeted, shaking her hand.
"I'm glad you're feeling better Kanaan. I hope you'll be staying with us?" Ororo inquired.
"I hate imposing, but yes. At least until I can get back on my own two feet." Kanaan's nose scrunched up as a burning smell hit her. She turned to see Kitty trying to cook some meat.
"Kitty, wait! Don't turn it up that high!" Kanaan told, coming over to the younger girl and turning the burner down. "Here, always keep the heat on medium, not high. Too low and it will never finish cooking."
"Oh, I see." Kitty murmured, watching Kanaan expertly stir the ground beef in the skillet.
"Now, do you have any mushrooms?" Kanaan asked.
"Uh, sure."
"What about flour, oil, salt, and dry yeast?"
"I know we have the first three, but I'm not sure about the yeast." Kitty answered.
"It's in the pantry, I'll get it for you." Storm said as she made her way to the pantry. She was curious about what the girl was going to do.
"Great. Any other kind of meat and cheese you have?"
"We have ham, turkey, and roast beef for meat. As for cheese we have cheddar, american, provolone, and mozzarella."
"I'll need the ham and turkey, and the cheddar and provolone." Kanaan turned the burner down to simmer, and turned to her three helpers. "Dijon mustard?"
"Honey mustard is the closest thing we have, I'm afraid." He told.
"That will work." and she went to work with her ingredients. With the flour, oil, salt and yeast she made a dough. While it was rising she opened a small can of mushrooms and added it to the hamburger meat. she then rolled out half the dough into an almost rectangle and smeared the honey mustard over it. Halfing the beef and mushrooms, she put it in a straight line in the middle of the dough. A little turkey, ham, cheddar and provolone later she folded the top and bottom part of the dough on top, then the sides over that, pinching it shut. She repeated the same actions with the other half of the dough, placed the burrito looking things on a cookie sheet and placed them in the oven.
Twenty five minuets later Kanaan was cutting off pieces of Stromboli, and putting them on plates for her observers. Ororo, Kitty, and Hank were about to take a bite when Charles came in.
"Something smells delicious." he commented.
"Kanaan make us… what did you make us?" Kitty turned her confused gaze to Kanaan.
"It's called a Stromboli. It's an Italian sandwich of sorts." Kanaan answered. She looked over at the Professor. "Would you like some? There's plenty."
"Yes, please."
Kanaan placed a slice in front of him. He took a bite, followed by the others. They all had a look of ecstasy on their faces.
"This is delicious Kanaan." murmured around a mouthful. Kanaan smiled shyly.
"Yeah, can you teach me how to cook like this?" Kitty piped in.
"Sure, the only hard part is the dough, and if you get that, you can make a Stromboli."
Charles and Ororo looked at each other, as if sharing a telepathic conversation. Finally Charles spoke. "Kanaan, I have an idea, if you would be willing to listen."
"Of course." she cocked her head to the side, a bad habit. "What is it?"
"How would you like to become our school chef? You can cook for the student and staff, and do the food shopping. And of course you will be paid as any other employee here."
Kanaan shook her head. "You don't have to pay me, I'll gladly cook. It's the least I could do for you allowing me to live here."
"Then how about this, I'll pay you monthly, and take a percent out for rent? Does that seem fair to you?"
"It sounds more than fair." Kanaan bit her lip, thinking. It would definitely solve some of her problems. She'll have a home (which she'll be paying for, technically) money, and she could probably finish college on the internet. And most importantly, she'll be safe here.
She looked at Hank when she thought that. He was a very protective man, she saw that in the fight when he placed himself in between her and danger without hesitation. With him she felt more safe than she had in her entire life.
'Get it out of your head girl' her mind muttered darkly. 'He thinks you're still fifteen.'
She snapped herself out of her thoughts and nodded. "Alright, it's a deal."
"Yay! We finally have someone who can cook real food!" Kitty cheered. They all laughed.
"Vhat is so funny?" Kurt asked, suddenly appearing beside Kanaan.
Kanaan shrieked, and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized who it was. With a glare she grabbed the kid and put him in a headlock and ruffled his hair.
"Careful where you do that Kurt. Remember it gets you into trouble."
"Sorry! I really didn't mean to!" Kurt got out, struggling.
"What did you mean Kanaan?" Ororo asked.
Kanaan let go of Kurt, but she couldn't help but smile. "Kurt here decided to teleport with Kitty into the bathroom, in which the only thing I was wearing was a towel."
"I couldn't concentrate!" Kurt cried in defense. "I vas trying to hold a pile of clothes and…" they were interrupted by the sound of glass shattering.
Hank had broken his cup in his hand. Kanaan muttered "Shit." before going over to him.
"Are you alright Mr. McCoy?" Kitty asked.
"Hank what happened?" said Ororo.
"I don't know." Hank lied smoothly as he opened his hand and let the shards fall on the table. "I guess I wasn't paying attention and gripped the glass too hard."
He stood and Kanaan held a dishtowel under his hand, which was already starting to bleed. The both circled around the table and went to the sink, where she turned on the faucet.
"Can one of you get some tweezers and maybe a flashlight incase there's some glass imbedded in his hand?" Kanaan requested over her shoulder.
"I will." Kitty said and ran through the wall.
"I'll go get a first aid kit." Ororo told, hurriedly leaving the room.
"Anything I can do to help?" Kurt asked.
"Uh, yes. Can you find a magnifying glass?" Kanaan said to him.
"On it." and he 'bamf'ed out of there.
"Are you alright Hank?" Charles questioned, coming over beside them.
"Yes, I'm fine." Hank murmured, holding his hand under the cold water to stop the bleeding. The truth was, he was disgusted with himself. When he heard Kurt had been in the bathroom with Kanaan who was practically nude, feelings of rage overtook him. Rage, and something else. Envy. He envied the face that the boy had seen her nude. That meant he was jealous.
And that was ridiculous.
He shouldn't be having these feelings, he barely even knew Kanaan, but it seemed so… natural, for him to feel protective of her and to be jealous when another male saw what was only his right to see.
His right!?!
Oh my.
This was worse that what he thought. Much, much worse.
Natsumi: Have you ever eaten Stromboli? Best damn thing in the world.
Hank: It was delicious.
Natsumi: Aww, thank you Hank. No new R&R's today but you know what to do! READ AND REVIEW!