Tristar hugged the disclaimer saying I don't own X-Men Evolution or its characters to death.

Chapter 6

Arella held her head as she walked with Kurt and Kitty to school. "Ow... Why did I have to collapse after doing that course yesterday?"

Kurt shrugged. "It was your first time. My first time in the Danger Room, I set it off and nearly got killed." Arella laughed.

Kitty pointed out, "Yes, but from what Jean and Scott have told me, you 'ported you and Toad in there, realized it was a training room, then nearly killed yourself."

Arella turned to him and blinked. "Do I really want to know?"

Kurt opened his mouth to reply, but a quiet giggle coming from Arella's backpack turned into full-blown laughter. Kurt and Kitty exchanged glances, but the winged girl knew exactly who was laughing. She pulled open her bag to see Tristar sitting in it. She sighed and he looked up. "Oh, uh... Hi?"

She shook her head. "I told you not to come along. But you can come to school if you stay in my backpack. And cause no chaos."

He thought for a moment, then reluctantly nodded. Kurt and Kitty exchanged another knowing look.

Arella peered into the art room. She didn't have art yesterday because the teacher was absent and no one could grab a sub. So today they did have art, as first period. She walked in and sat behind a random canvas, and Lance sat on her left. Kurt on her right, Kitty in front, Rogue behind. The rest of the main X-Men team came in, and the Brotherhood. Two more boys-no, men-she hadn't seen before cam in. One wearing a long trenchcoat sat on Rogue's left. She scowled at him.

The other one had strange orange-red hair. He sat next to Wanda and she scowled at him. Arella rose one eyebrow, wondering who these two were. Then it occurred to her- Everyone in the class, probably those to also, were mutants. She blinked in surprise.

A tall, blond woman walked into the classroom. "'Ello!" she said in a thick french accent. "And velcome to ze art class!" The woman walked behind her desk. "I am Ms. Syitquem!" She jotted her name on the board.

She shuffled through some of her items, and Arella murmured to the boys on her left and right, "That's strange. An anagram of her name is-"

She was cut off by the teacher. "Today, ve will paint a symbol zhat represents us!" She held up a picture of a die. "You do not have to explain eet, just paint what you zhink!" Turning and glaring at Angelfish, she added, "And no talking."

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Soon, class was almost over. "Alright. Everyone, bring up your pictures to ze front of ze room for everyone to look at."

Arella and the others brought up their portraits, each one signed by them. She looked at what the others had painted.

The Brotherhood was fairly creative. Quicksilver painted himself as a handsome king, surrounded by riches. Toad was a frog. Lance had painted a shaking mountain, with rocks falling down the sides. Blob drew a huge submarine sandwich. Finally, Wanda had painted a red cat with an evil smirk on its face, surrounded by blue sparks. Arella blinked in amazement.

The X-Men were... Kind of creative. She herself had painted a green angelfish. Scott was a palm tree. Rogue drew a wolf, standing against the moon. Kitty was a dark, ghostly cat. Kurt drew his demon-like form as a cute chibi. And Jean was a flaming phoenix.

The other two, the boys she didn't know, were even more creative. The man with the brown hair and trench coat made a Queen of Hearts burning with purple flame, or something like it. She noticed the signature said, "Remy." Huh. What a peculiar name.

The final boy had make a huge lighter. That was lit. The signature was sighed, "St. John" then crossed out and replaced with, "Pyro." Those boys are weird, she thought to herself.

Lance poked her. "What did you say the teacher's name was?"

Angelfish repeated what she had been going to say earlier, at speaking voice because everyone else was talking. "An anagram of her last name is 'Mystique.'" She blinked as Lance froze up. "Lance, what's wrong?"

His eyes widened, then said a bit above talking level, "Mystique!" He pointed at Ms. Syitquem.

Their art teacher scowled. "How did you find out?" She suddenly turned into a blue woman, with red hair and sporting a black getup.

Arella blinked. "Well, THAT's not strange." She looked back to see everyone but Rogue and Quicksilver with a look of surprise on their face. Pietro handed Rogue what appeared to be a balloon, and Rogue grinned.

"Take THIS!" The white-banged girl threw the balloon, and it hit Mystique in the face. Paint burst all over her. She blinked, then scowled.

Arella had to hold in a laugh, then noted, "What I don't get, is why you would have a last name that's an anagram of your, er, codename?"

She replied, while wiping paint off her face, "I didn't think anyone would be smart enough to think of that."

Scott burst back to reality and fired an eye-beam at her. She ducked, turned INTO a duck, then flew out the window. Before anyone could make a comment, Principal Kelly came into the room, burnt and worn out. "F-Flying k-kitten!" he screamed, then passed out.

Arella facepalmed. "Oh no...."

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The group rushed into the hall, where chaos had just passed through. A locker was on fire, skidmarks covered the ground, and a few people were passed out. Arella saw something flutter nearby, and threw a pencil at it. Catching the end of his tail, the pencil pinned Tristar to the wall. Arella walked up to him. "A-hem."

He paled. "Uh...."

She grabbed him. "We are going home and you are getting punishment." She nonchalantly walked out of the school, leaving everyone gaping at the mess.

"We have to clean this up?"