Sivvy: Someone told me that adding Japanese into the story confuses people, and I understand. I have read a few stories where they have had too much of another language in it. While I am not going to add anymore new words, I'm still going to use the ones I have already added, especially the nickname for Logan. I'll cut down on how often I use the words and/or phrases, though. So much for weekly updates. I'm too impatient. Now, on to the chapter.

Part One

I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a loud commotion somewhere in the mansion. I say somewhere because it could have been downstairs and on the other side and I would have heard it. I say loud because normal voices are somewhat loud unless I try to control my sense of hearing. It's the middle of the night and I'm half asleep. I wouldn't have controlled my hearing if someone was right next to me yelling in my ear.

I got out of bed and walked down the hall. Rogue ran around the corner and ran right into me.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked seeing the tears.

"I hurt Logan. I almost killed him." She sobbed.

"It's ok." I said hugging her, "Now tell me what happened. The whole story."

I led her back to my room and sat her down on the other bed while I sat on mine.

"Well, I woke up and went to get a drink of water and I heard Logan having a night mare, so I went to go wake him up. When I tried, he brought out his claws and stabbed me; he must have thought I was a danger to him. He saw it was me and got all upset, and I put my hand on his face and took his healing powers, but I took too much and I almost killed him. Then, I ran down the hall when everyone was looking at me like a freak and ran into you." She rambled, "And now, you're probably going to be upset with me too because I know how close you and Logan are, and I know you like him and, and, and-"

She then broke down crying.

"Hey it's ok." I said, "You didn't mean it. It was an accident. I'm not going to hate you, or yell at you, or call you a freak. I'm your friend. I'll always be your friend. You don't have to worry."

She looked up at me. Her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks still had tears running down them, but she looked at me like I'd just slapped her upside the head and told her she was insane. She then launched herself at me and hugged me like she'd never let go.

"Thank you." She said, "Thank you for being here for me."

"Hey no problem." I said, But I won't be able to be here for you if I die of suffocation."

She let go of me and chuckled. Then her eyes got wide and she looked down at her hands.

"I can touch you." She said, "I can touch you without hurting you."

She looked up at me in surprise. To be honest I probably looked like a deer surviving a fight with a sixteen wheeler.

"Looks like I'm chalk full of surprises." I whispered.

Part Two

The next morning, I rolled out of bed, landed face first into the floor, and jumped up to a standing position.

"And I did all that under ten seconds." I said to myself, "Speed and reflexes. Check."

I had actually started a mental checklist of fox characteristics that manifested as my powers. Making the list made me less inclined to scare the crap out of myself every time a new attribute showed up. Before the list was made, I pretty much spazzed out all the time.

I hopped in the shower and, afterward, got ready for the day.

"My tail is just so soft." I said randomly, "Where the crap did that come from? Well, the spazz attacks had to go somewhere. So they turned into randomness attacks. Why am I so confusing? I even confuse myself. …..and now I'm talking to myself. More so than I usually do. Why am I so fu-"

I ran into a door.

"Great." I muttered, "Now my room is telling me to watch my language. I always have to do something stupid. Whether it's not watching where I'm going or tripping on virtually nothing. For one thing, it labels me as either a klutz or a dumb ass, and for another, it says I'm spacey. I mean, it is sad when I trip down the stairs, but it's pretty much defying the laws of gravity when I trip up them. I will admit that I have not been tripping on nothing for the past week or so and I never actually tripped when I was supposed to anyway. I should just be grateful no one saw-"

I noticed I entered the kitchen…..and everyone was staring at me. Now, I am labeled as the crazy klutz who talks to herself. Nice.

I grabbed an apple for breakfast and sat at the usual table. I tried ignoring everyone which, by the way, wasn't hard seeing as I became a pro at it by the time I was in seventh grade. Yeah. Me plus annoying prick-I mean jocks equals one pissed of Sivvy, but me plus annoying jocks plus a good book equals a Sivvy off in book world, where life is sunshine and death. Did I forget to mention I was slightly evil and took out my anger by writing stories? Well that's what I do. I read, I write, I sing, and it's all in the name of anger management. Which, if you hadn't noticed, I sometimes need. Luckily no classes are needed because I have found and like my methods…..where the hell was I going with this again? Ah screw it.

"Why is everyone staring at you?" John asked me.

"I came in the room talking to myself…..again." I said.

"You better lay off the sugar." He said jokingly, "Maybe I should monitor your intake."

"Touch my Mountain Dew or my Pocky and you will die." I said.

"But you know what it does to you." He said getting nervous.

I glared at him.

"What did you do?" I asked accusingly.

"I…um….I….er….I kinda sorta maybe might have destroyed your Mountain Dew." He said.

I twitched.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Well some of the younger kids asked if there was any soda and I said you wouldn't mind if they took some of your Mountain Dew and they ran off and I didn't think anything of it. Then, I saw them grab all the bottles, run outside, and toss Mentos into them and the Mountain Dew is no more." He said, "And I think I hear the Professor calling gottagobye."

He ran off and I sat there. My eyebrow twitching every once in awhile.

"Ok, I'll bite." Logan said, "What's wrong?"

"Pyro is gunna die." I said.

He saw the look in my eye.

"What did he do?" He asked.

"My Mountain dew is destroyed thanks to him." I seethed, "Do you think anyone would miss him if, oh I don't know, he got buried in the Arctic Tundra?"

"Um….yes." He said.

"Plan B then." I said.

He looked at me.

"What exactly is plan B, can I get in trouble for this, and should I be worried?" He asked.

"Plan B is to contact a friend of mine, no, and yes." I said and ran to my room.

I shut and locked the door. Then, I picked up my computer and emailed Breanna.

Dear Diary,

Payback's a bitch and John's on the receiving end.

Sivvy