Pyro's Massive Invasion of Privacy
By The Bubbles
Summary- Left to his own devices, Pyro sneaks into everyone's rooms and reads their diaries.
Disclaimer- Pyro, in all his awesomeness, is the property of Stan Lee, whose shoes I am not worthy to tie the laces of. I'm not worthy!
A/N- See, I told you I would come up with an idea for this eventually. Anyways, this is Mastermind's diary, and once more we have lots of Pyro-ey goodness thrown in for fun. This chapter takes place on the same day as the Magneto chapter. You get to find out why the Acolytes were all at the Mansion, why there was a freak blizzard, and loads more! Go me!
Hey, has anyone besides me noticed that they seem to be having a heat wave lately? I mean, how did that happen? I just needed it to be hot so they could wear their civvies and Bam! Suddenly there's a heat wave. Ah well. Maybe Storm had something to do with it.
And vote! You have the power to control what story I do next! Granted, I've already typed up the first chapter of both stories, but I need to know which to continue! And I've decided to extend the voting to a whole week after the last chapter. So go vote! So far, two people have voted (the decision is unanimous, but I'm not telling you for what.) If you would like to become an informed voter, read the plot overview listed on my profile after the abuse warning, or pm me.
(o.o.o)Chapter 5- Mastermind's Tips On How To Beat The Heat
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/Denotes thought/
(o.o.o)
He stomped across the hall and set Mastermind's door on fire. Several seconds later the security system exploded and sent shrapnel flying everywhere. Pyro ducked so that the shards wouldn't hurt him. Once the debris had settled, he stomped into Mastermind's room and shoved things around until he found the man's diary. Once found, he settled into the very large and comfy bed to read.
(o.o.o)
I am really getting sick of that little twerp's annoying plans. They're bizarre. Crazy. Odd. Creepy. He's a little creep. He's a bizarre little creep.
(o.o.o)
"Aw, come on, Jason, pleeeeeaaaase?"
"Why?"
"Come on, you gotta do it! Pietro already made the costumes and we've got all of the other parts, we just need you to play Mary Anne!"
"Why do I have to play Mary Anne?"
"Because it's the only part available!"
"Why can't I play the Professor or something?"
"Because that's Wanda's part."
"If I can't do a male part then I'm not playing."
"But Jaaaaaa-ssoooon!"
Pyro had come up with the idea to re-enact an episode of Gilligan's Island. He had invited Pietro and Wanda to play because they were the only Brotherhood members at the Boarding house when he called. Pietro had made costumes for them, as well as convinced Wanda to help. Jason wasn't actually sure how he'd managed to do that, to be honest.
With the twins, they had exactly seven people, and Pyro was now currently trying to convince the psychic to play the part of Mary Anne. Jason didn't want to. He wanted to play the Skipper or the Professor. But Sabretooth was playing the Skipper and Wanda was playing the Professor, so that was out. Pyro himself would be playing Ginger, and he was already dolled up in the slinky orange cocktail dress that Pietro had made for him. He had also donned a pair of inflatable breasts, which he had inflated to at least a d-cup. Gambit was dressed as Gilligan, and beside him stood Pietro in a costume of Thurston Howell III. Piotr was playing Mrs. Howell, which only left one part open for Jason.
It was really too bad, too, because Wanda would have looked smokin' in the Mary Anne costume Pietro had made.
"Why do I have to play Mary Anne? Why can't you let the girl do it?"
"Because, my fuzzy-browed monkey-man, that would be typecasting. And typecasting is a very bad thing."
"I'm not a monkey!"
"Oh, come off it, Jase. You're the only one with the legs to pull off those shorts!"
"Fine!"
He snatched the costume and inflatable breasts out of Pyro's hands and stalked into the next room to change. Pyro had been right, he did have the legs to pull off the costume. That was actually kind of creepy, because he didn't recall actually revealing his legs around Pyro before- or anyone else for that matter.
"Not one of you says a word," he ordered before walking angrily back into the room.
They didn't say anything, though that probably had to do with the fact that it is difficult to talk and laugh at the same time.
"Y' kinda overdid it on the knockers, doncha think there Fuzzy-brow?" Sabretooth asked after a while. "Jeez, man, when was the last time you saw a pair?"
Mastermind glared. "They're no bigger than his," he said, jabbing a thumb in Pyro's direction.
"Yes, but y' see mate, I'm Ginger. I'm the loose slutty movie star. I'm supposed to have big breasts."
"You know, Runt, that is the single weirdest thing that I have ever heard you say."
"Gambit always t'ought dat Mary Anne was more of a slut dan Ginger."
Pyro paused as he put on his wig. "How' d' ya mean, Remmers?"
"Well t'ink about it fo' a moment. Ginger always wore dose slinky dresses that more or less covered her up." They all nodded that this was true. "But Mary Ann had on dose skimpy shorts and de tied up shirts. She didn't leave much to de imagination."
"Well, it was hot on the island," Sabretooth said. "Of course she would wear skimpy clothes."
"If it was so hot then why did Gilligan always wear long sleeves?" Pietro asked. "I mean, c'mon! Why would find the heat unbearable and another find it lightly refreshing?"
Gambit elbowed Colossus.
"Fir de same reason that Piotr is sweatin' like a pig and Gambit is not."
Mastermind sighed. It was bad enough that he was wearing a Mary Ann costume, but now they weren't even playing and that bugged him.
And then there was a knock on the door. The others ignored it.
"I'll get that, shall I?" he suggested sarcastically. He opened the door. "Yes?"
It was Mystique. She stared at his costume for some time before seeming to decide that she didn't want to know.
"Is Magneto there?"
"Yes, come with me."
He guided her to the office door. He could have just let her go on her own, but anything was better than going back to those imbeciles. At the door, she paused.
"You know, Jason, we should go somewhere some time." She suggested.
"Really?" He tried not to look hopeful, but it was hard. Mystique was sexy, and powerful, and sexy… "Would you want to?"
"Of course. After all, women should stick together when picking up guys."
He sighed. Of course it was a jab at his outfit.
"Just get in there."
He opened the door and shoved her in. He had barely turned around when the door opened back up. Mastermind turned back around. It was Magneto. He was leaning out the door. His eyebrows were about even with his hairline, and mouth was hanging open. He closed it, opened it, closed it again, and smiled.
"You know, Jason, if you wear those type of clothes you will only attract the wrong sort of men."
"That's it, I quit!"
He stormed up to his room, ripping off the shirt and fake breasts as he did. Once in his room, he tore off the shorts and shredded them before grabbing his uniform. Looking at it, however, he realized that it was far too hot to wear it, and changed into his civilian attire- a faded Monty Python t-shirt and a pair of khaki's. He looked around for his shoes, then frowned when he realized that they were probably sitting in the front doorway where he'd left them. Grumbling, he opened his room door only to have Pyro run in and latch onto his leg.
"Ja-a-a-a-a-sooooooon!" He shouted. "You can't leave! We need you!"
Mastermind tried shaking him off to no avail. As scrawny as he was, Pyro could be pretty strong when he wanted to be. He walked down to the front hallway, dragging Pyro behind him.
"Let go of my leg, Pyro!"
"No! Not until you promise to stay!"
"Fine, I'll stay, just let o of my leg before you cut off the circulation!"
"Promise! Swear it on your life!"
"Okay, okay, I promise on pain of death that I'll stay- for now. I make no promise on my future actions."
Pyro let go and stood up. "Good enough for me."
He walked, whistling, up to the rec room. Mastermind watched him go and shook his head, bewildered. Well, as long as he was staying he might as well have a snack.
(o.o.o)
"Man, it's hot!"
They Acolytes, the twins, and Kurt, who had showed up earlier, were all sitting around in the rec room. Magneto had left about an hour ago after calling the Brotherhood house, though his reasons were never given. They were all sitting as still as possible, because of the heat, though admittedly some were suffering more than others.
Pyro, for example, was not sweating nearly as much as, oh, say, Kurt.
"You think you've got it bad?" he asked. "Try having fur!"
"Yeah, it's a real crapshoot," Sabretooth agreed. He ran a clawed hand through his sweat-matted hair. "Especially if you're used to cold weather."
"On de bright side," Gambit said with a half-smirk. "At least Pyro isn't setting fire to anything."
"S' too hot to set anything on fire," he moaned and grabbed the remote. "Let's just find a good movie and cool off."
He flipped through the channels. Getting two people to agree on a movie is hard enough- getting five Acolytes, two Brotherhood, and an X-Man to agree to a movie is even harder.
"History of the World, Part 1?"
"Pyro, so help me, if you put on another Mel Brooks movie I'm going to gut you and strangle you with your own innards," Sabretooth threatened.
"The Princess Bride?"
"Just watched it with mah Chere last night," Gambit bragged. "Find something else."
"Lord of the Rings trilogy?"
"Too hot for a fantasy flick," Wanda moaned.
"Killer Cat People From Mars, Part VII: The Beginning?"
"Nah, you have to see the first six for everything to make sense," Mastermind informed. "Find something else."
"X-Men?"
"What?!" was the general consensus.
"Oh, wait, never mind, that says Ax-Men."
"Zat's very misleading."
"Ice Age?"
"Hey, yeah, that'll work!"
They all agreed on it, and so settled in. Ten minutes into the movie, Sabretooth growled and stood up angrily.
"This is ridiculous!" he said loudly. "We're sitting here practically drowning in sweat and trying to cool off by watching TV! Why can't the old man just spring for an air conditioner? He can afford it! He's got Nazi gold comin' out the wazoo! Can't he-?"
He stopped when the ceiling started whirring, and a panel opened up. A holo-projector lowered out of the ceiling and holo-projected an image of Magneto onto the wall. The image glared at them.
"For the last time, Sabretooth, I am not hording Nazi gold. Now stop wining and suck it up. This message will now self-destruct- BOOM! Ha ha. Just kidding."
The projector switched off and disappeared back into the ceiling. They all stared.
"He can afford that and not an air conditioner?! That's it! Everybody in the car. We're going to the mansion to cool off!"
They all piled into Pyro's car, and within half an hour they were pulling into the driveway of the Institute. Once there, everyone piled out and took off to find their own ways to beat the heat.
Gambit wandered inside in search of Rogue. Colossus said something about there being air conditioning in the library, and headed there. Pietro decided to go find Daniels and torture him for a little while. Pyro, Sabretooth, Wanda, and Mastermind decided to go for a swim in the pool.
They weren't the only ones. Several other students were trying to beat the heat by swimming. Iceman was almost completely submerged in the water, complaining loudly that he was melting.
"Wa-hooo!" Pyro jumped off of the diving board into the pool, sending water splashing everywhere, including over Sabretooth. "Cannon-baaaaaalll!"
"Yeah? Whaddya want?" A blonde boy stuck his head out one of the upstairs windows. "Who's callin' me?"
Pyro surfaced and spat water out of his mouth.
"Sorry, Sammy, wasn't callin' you. Just doing an actual Cannonball."
Sam pulled his head back into the house, grumbling about code-names and inconsiderate people. Sabretooth growled from the inflatable recliner he had commandeered as Pyro dove again, sending water everywhere. He took off his sunglasses and dried them off.
"Hey, Runt, watch where you're sending those waves."
Pyro laughed and splashed water in Sabretooth's direction. "A cat that doesn't like to get wet. Boy, Sabby, d' ya ever get tired of perpetuating stereotypes?"
"I might ask you the same thing. You're pretty much a walking stereotype."
Mastermind sighed at the immaturity of their argument. He was floating leisurely in the pool, not bothered by Pyro's splashes or any of the other students who were swimming either. Of course this only meant that things could only go downhill.
"How dare you?"
Mastermind opened his eyes to see two people arguing only a few feet away from the pool. He recognized the man as Sabretooth's rival, Wolverine, and after several minutes was able to remember that the woman was Storm, another of the X-Men. Wolverine looked grumpy, though that was nowhere near how Storm looked, which was pissed.
"Look, 'Ro, I know how the weather gets affected by yer moods, and its only the beginning of March. It wouldn't normally be this hot unless you were in a really foul mood. I just wanna know if anything is wrong."
"That wasn't smart," Wanda said. She was sitting on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs in the water. "He's going to get it now."
"Just because the weather is behaving oddly you assume it has something to do with me?" Electricity was crackling around her. Many of the swimmers were climbing out of the pool and getting as far from the weather witch as possible. "Is that it? You think I cannot control my powers?"
Wolverine was beginning to see his mistake. He backed away.
"C' mon, Darlin,' easy now, just put the lightnin' away. I didn't mean to offend you, just didn't realize it was that time."
Okay, so he didn't understand his mistake.
Storm's eyes glowed angrily as she unleashed all the lightning around her onto Wolverine. And of course, having metal bones made him an excellent lightning rod. He yelped and jumped out of the way of the bolts, much to Sabretooth's amusement.
As she unleashed her fury, clouds began to gather overhead. Only seconds later, the blizzard hit.
Everyone on the mansion's grounds was running towards the building (except Sabretooth. He was perfectly at home in a blizzard and anyway, he wanted to see Wolverine get zapped. And Iceman. He was at home in the snow too.) Pyro lit a human shaped fire to guide him, Wanda, and Jason, as well as a few stragglers.
They made it into the mansion and gathered around the fireplace, where Pyro built a huge fire. He entertained them all with Pyro's Fairy Tale Fireplace Theatre. It was a re-run, though, so Mastermind instead decided to listen to Storm's battle with Wolverine, which had been brought inside, not to mention that Gambit, Rogue, Beast, and Rahne had joined in on the fray.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was only about fifteen minutes, the screaming and the blizzard both stopped- just stopped. Everyone looked around nervously, wandering whether or not it was really over.
They got their answer when Wolverine came downstairs on his way to the infirmary with Storm draped over his shoulders. He stopped when he realized they were all staring at him.
"What? I didn't hurt her. She tired herself out." They quite obviously did not believe him. "It's the truth!"
He stomped down to the infirmary with her in tow. Seconds later Beast walked down carrying Remy. They all stared in awe.
"Ya know what?" the student called Jamie asked. "I don't wanna know."
"Hey, there's still snow out there!" Ray called. "Last one out is a flat-scan human!"
It was like flipping a switch. Everyone present between the ages of 12 and 21 ran out onto the lawn to play in the snow and enjoy a snow-day in March. After that heat wave of the past few days, they felt they deserved it. All except Pyro, Amara, and Roberto, who were roped into thawing out the obstacle course. Mastermind had no doubt that Pyro would soon discover his ability to control the fire mutant in her powered up form. He made a mental prediction as to how long that would take.
Only moments later, Mastermind felt the presence of Magneto and Lance on the grounds. Seconds after that, he heard Iceman yell for a mutant snowball fight and decided to sneak away before anyone found him.
In the woods, he was finally alone. He liked being alone. Usually he was in the company of the other Acolytes, who annoyed him with their constant chatter and arguing and Pyro's attempts to involve him in their games. True, it was nice to feel included, but they were all idiots and beneath him.
Besides, Pyro had a tendency to mentally sing show-tunes at the top of his mental voice, which of course Jason would pick up on and immediately get stuck in his head. He was convinced that Pyro did it on purpose, but of course he couldn't prove anything.
Mastermind jumped, startled, when he heard a noise a little ways to his left. He was not the only one on the woods, it would seem. He crept toward the noise quietly and looked around the tree in his way.
It was Colossus. He was trying to gather up the bits of a sled that had been broken into about a dozen pieces. Obviously, he had been sledding and had run into a tree. This, combined with his massive weight, had shattered the sled. The southern boy from earlier, Sam, was with him. He was holding his head.
"Okay," he said. "So blasting to make the sled go faster wasn't tha best adea Ah ever had. Least it was you Ah tested with first, Colossus. Thanks, by the way."
"Not a problem, small one," Colossus reassured. "After all, it is better to use someone invulnerable for a testing dummy than someone fragile."
"Right, okay, whatever you say." He gathered up the pieces of his sled. "Don't worry, Ah'll fix this later. See ya!"
He waved and ran back to the grounds. Colossus smiled at his retreating form before turning to the area where Mastermind was hiding.
"Why are you hiding there, Jason?" He asked. Mastermind stepped out into the open. "You act as if you are up to something."
"I am merely enjoying the peace and quiet. What were you doing way out here?"
"I was helping Sam with an experiment. Perhaps…" He paused and they both looked around to the brush, where two forms were fighting their way towards them. "Pyro and Gambit. Why are you here?"
The two other Acolytes stumbled out of the undergrowth. Gambit was having less trouble than Pyro, until a snowdrift dropped out of a tree onto his head. Then he danced around as if he were dying.
"We came here to tell you that the boss wants us to leave now. He's come by to pick us up."
"Aww, man, I t'ink I got brainfreze!" Gambit sneezed. "I hate cold weather."
"It is not that bad." Colossus handed him a tissue.
Since they had come to beat the heat, they were all wearing thin, summer appropriate clothing. Colossus was the only one seemingly unaffected by the cold; in fact, he seemed to be reveling in it. Mastermind could even pick up a song playing in his mind. He probed a bit. Ah, a song from the old country, sung by children when it snowed.
He was planning to ask about the song when he felt something furry brush past his foot. He stiffened up. It felt like a rat. He didn't like rats. He darted up the tree and clung to it for dear life like… well, like a monkey, really. He could just hear Sabretooth laughing at him in his head.
At the same time that Mastermind was freaking out, Pyro yelled 'Mutant dust bunnie!' and took off after the furry thing. Colossus and Gambit sighed and played a quick game of rock-paper-scissors. Gambit won, so Colossus took off into the woods after Pyro. Gambit, meanwhile, had the task of coaxing Mastermind out of the tree.
The task proved to be easy, as Mastermind was still shell-shocked from his combined fear of rats and heights. Once he had him on the ground, Gambit took a roll of duct tape out of his pocket and tied him to the tree, for reasons he was never clear on. When the telepath complained, he took out some more duct tape and put it over his mouth. He then proceeded to play Solitaire to pass the time.
This was how Magneto found him several minutes later.
"Jason, why are you duct taped to a tree?"
He tried to answer, but found this difficult due to the tape over his mouth. Magneto rolled his eyes at the psychic's incompetence and ripped the tape off of him. He yowled, rubbing his face.
"Oh, stop being such a baby." He balled up the duct tape and tossed it behind him. "Where are Pyro and the Tinman?"
Gambit snickered. "Pyro and the Tinman, sounds like a black and white crime drama from de 40's."
"No one asked you Gambit. Coincidentally, you're right. Now where are they?"
Gambit shrugged. "Dunno. Dey said something about mutant dust bunnies and ran off."
Magneto shook his head and wandered in the direction Gambit was pointing. Meanwhile, Gambit proceeded to undo the tape holding him to the tree. Some time later, the others came through, led by Pyro. After a tantrum from Pietro in the front yard, they left the manor.
(o.o.o)
Because neither Pyro nor Magneto's car could fit all of them, they split up. Magneto had Colossus and the twins in his car. Mastermind envied him. He was riding with Sabretooth and Gambit in Pyro's car and was thoroughly frightened. Gambit was sitting up front with Pyro, and they were talking animatedly about two of the X-Men who were doing something with someone else… Mastermind couldn't tell, and he wasn't really interested. Sabretooth was sitting in back with the telepath, not talking. This wasn't so bad, because Sabretooth frightened mastermind no end, but it would be nice to have someone to talk to.
He wished he were in the other car with Magneto. Colossus was always nice enough to engage in small talk, and with Magneto he could always talk about his plans- that lately seemed to focus on his children.
Okay, so maybe Pyro's car wasn't that bad.
Especially since he was talking about stopping for ice cream!
"Are you crazy, Pyro?" Gambit said. Sabretooth snorted.
"That was a rhetorical question, right?"
"Look, it's freezin' out dere."
"Not 'nymore." Sabretooth pointed out the window. The snow was beginning to melt. "Looks like Stormy decided to undo her handy work."
"Dat femme is crazy." Gambit clutched his head. "She zapped Gambit an' 'e was just tryin' ta help! What was her problem, anyway?"
Sabretooth chuckled, recalling the scene. "The pipsqueak asked her if it was 'that time' when she was already angry at him."
The others winced, recalling similar mistakes in their past. Jason, for one, could remember asking Mystique once, when they had just met. She had then proceeded to beat the crap out of him. No, it was not the smartest thing Wolverine had ever done.
Pyro was currently pulling into the parking lot of a fifties style ice cream parlor.
"Ice scream, you scream, we all scream for ice scream!" he sang happily as they went inside. They were greeted by a reply.
"I scream, you scream, we all scream when we slam our hands in the door!"
"Acey!"
Pyro leapt happily over to the dog-tailed mutant and grabbed her off of her stool in a hug.
"Hiya, Pyro," the girl said happily. "What're you doin' here?"
"We hear for ice cream," Gambit answered. He sat down and smiled at her, full charm. "And you!"
"The same!"
"Duh," Pyro said. "Obviously. Oh! Right! These are my friends! You already know Gambit, and that's Mastermind and Sabretooth."
Mastermind had already sat down and ordered his ice cream. Sabretooth, on the other hand, had not moved from the door. He was staring at the girl slightly nervously, not quite fearful though with definite apprehension.
Cats and dogs just don't mix.
"Guys, this is Ace. She runs the Bayville Theatre."
"Right, and I'm glad I ran into you. I tried to call and tell you, you got the part. Isn't that great? First rehearsal is a week from tomorrow. Are you gonna be there?"
"Course. Wouldn't miss it."
Mastermind turned away from Pyro and Ace's conversation. Sabretooth had finally ventured to the counter, though he was careful to keep the others between himself and Ace, and he was waiting for his sundae. He was waiting impatiently, too, drumming his claws onto the table and glaring at the nervous soda jerk.
"He'll probably go faster if you stop intimidating him."
"Yep," Sabreooth growled in response. "But this makes me feel much better."
They got their ice screams and ate in silence for a while. It was peaceful… until the anti-mutant crowd showed up. They were little more than teenagers, some of them young enough that it was entirely possible they might later be mutants themselves. Sabretooth growled and hunched over his ice cream when they all burst through the door, carrying their torches and pitchforks in what is quite possibly the worst cliché ever.
"Aw, come on!" Pyro said. "It's gettin' where a bloke can't even eat ice cream with his mates without that lot showin' up."
"You'd t'ink dey'd learn deir lesson by now," Gambit replied. He tossed a charged spoon behind him and they all ducked as it exploded. "Isn't dis de same mob as de last seven times?"
"It would appear that way," Mastermind answered. He lifted up his bowl as some of the shrapnel skidded along the counter. "We might as well get rid of them before they completely destroy the shop."
"I'll take care of them," Sabretooth said.
He swiveled around on his stool and stood to his full height, arms crossed over his chest and fangs bared. The mob recoiled a bit, but stayed put.
"Don't worry about him, gang," their leader ordered. "He can't take all of us."
"Five will get you ten he can," Gambit said automatically. You can take the gambler out of Vegas…
"Can he really handle all of them at once?" Ace asked. "I mean, there look like a lot of them."
"He'll be fine, Sheila," Pyro reassured. He lifted his bowl to his face and slurped out the melted ice cream at the bottom. "Sabretooth is freaky strong, he can handle anything. He's Canadian, you know."
"Well, I guess if he's Canadian…"
Sabretooth had managed to throw three of the mob members through the window and was now working on the eight or so who hadn't fled. Everyone lifted their bowls automatically when he threw one along the counter, then put them back down and returned to their ice cream.
Except for Ace. She had completely forgotten about her ice cream. It lay abandoned on the floor, where it had fallen in the fray, and she sat on the edge of her stool watching him, her tail wagging furiously.
Finally there were only two mobsters left.
"Come on," the leader said. "We don't wanna be here anyway." He raised his voice to call to the owner of the shop, who was cowering in the back. "You just lost a lot of business, old man! No one'll wanna eat at a place where they serve muties!"
"Mutie is such a derogatory term," Pyro said. "I prefer 'superior genome."
Gambit smacked him. "Dat doesn't even make sense."
The owner had come out of the back.
"I don't care if those bigots don't want to eat here. I serve all people, normal or mutant. Besides, you guys are my best customers."
"You're a good man," Gambit said. "But we'd better get a move on before they decide to come back for round two. You be all right here?"
"I'll be fine. See you Saturday!"
"What's Saturday?" Pyro asked as they left.
"Oh, uh…" Gambit looked nervous. "I, uh, I'm bringin' Rogue here. She finally agreed to a date. I, uh, musta mentioned it to 'im. While you were talkin' to Ace."
"Oh yeah, speakin' of Ace." He turned to his friend, who was staring in awe at a rather uncomfortable Sabretooth. "You need a ride home? Wouldn't want ya ta run inta that mob again."
"Sure thing."
"Your chariot, milady," he said jokingly, holding the front door open for her. She bowed and climbed in. "The rest of you can ride in the back."
The ten-minute ride to the theatre where Ace lived was loud. Ace, like Pyro, liked show-tunes and seemed to think that their purpose, outside of the show of course, was to sing them as loudly and as off-key as possible.
"This is the song that runs under the credits! These are the credits, so this is where it goes! Has nothing to do with the movie so we'll saaaaaaaaay!! Hey hey heyhey hey hey heeeyyy!!"
"Oww…" Sabretooth had his hands clamped over his sensitive ears, trying to block out the sound of their singing. "Why did I come with him, anyway?"
Mastermind patted his back sympathetically. He had gotten the song stuck in his head many times from reading Pyro's mind- one would think he had learned by now- and shared in his pain.
"There once was a song that ran under the credits… oh hey, we're here,"Ace said. She hopped out of the car and Gambit jumped into her now empty seat. "Thanks for the ride, Pyro!" (1)
(o.o.o)
The minute they got home, Sabretooth grabbed a bottle of aspirin and a cold compress and stormed upstairs to his room after giving a look that very clearly said that anyone who bothered him did so only under pain of death. Since none of them had a death wish, they really didn't want to bug him. Pyro also ran up to his room, calling down something about a new idea for his next book. Magneto was in his office, and Colossus was sitting on the couch watching TV. Since the movie was in Russian, and the only Russian Mastermind did know was 'Nyet, ya koshka,' that left only Gambit to talk to. (2) Gambit gave him an awkward look for several seconds before muttering something about calling and checking on the cake order for the party and going rather hastily into the next room. Mastermind sighed in loneliness and went up to his own room to pick out his outfit for the party Saturday.
(o.o.o)
I suppose I should put down here that Pyro isn't so bad, but come on! He made me dress up like a girl and shot any chances I might have ever had of gaining Mystique's affections! Or any other woman, for that matter! (frustrated groan) Plus, he told Sabretooth about my little tree-climbing incident, and I still haven't lived that down. Oh well. I'm getting used to it.
(o.o.o)
"Wha-! It's not faaaaair! Even Mastermind got invited to the party and not me!"
Angry at the world, he stomped out of Mastermind's room without reading further. Had he read further, he would have noticed the reason why he had not been informed of the party. But, more on that next chapter.
Once in the kitchen, Pyro grabbed a large tub of ice cream and plonked down in front of the TV. After flipping through the channels for several minutes, he found that Howl's Moving Castle was coming on. He grinned and left it there. He like Howl's Moving Castle, even if the others hated when he watched it. Just because he tried to get the base to move a few times…
Twenty minutes into the movie the phone started ringing. He decided to ignore it, since it was either not for him or it was one of the others, and he didn't want to talk to any of them.
After a while, it became apparent that they would not hang up. Grumbling, Pyro got up and stomped over to the phone.
"Yeah, whaddya want?"
"Pyro, you better be glad it was me callin' and not Magneto. You know he hated it when we don't answer the phone properly."
It was Gambit. Pyro scowled. He didn't care to talk to Gambit right now.
"I said, whaddya want?"
"Can you come to the Institute and give me a ride home?"
Pyro was furious. Was that all he was good for? As a chauffeur?
"Why should I?"
"Cause I need you, Pyro! Please?"
"Fine, but I'll do it when I'm good and ready and not a moment sooner. Got it?"
Gambit sighed, disgruntled. "Fine, Pyro, but just make it soon, aright?"
"No promises."
He slammed the phone down. The movie had by now lost its appeal, which was a real shame. He shook his head and sighed. Well, he would have to wait a while to pick Gambit up anyway. He might as well have some fun while he waited.
Pyro grinned evilly. Fun, yes, and he knew exactly how, too…
(o.o.o)
A/N- Mwaha. So what has Pyro got in store for the others? Why didn't they invite him to the party? Why did they invite Mastermind? I mean, Pyro's loads more fun than Mastermind! Anyway, the next chapter is Pyro's diary; won't that be fun? I personally think so.
Anyway, I'm glad this story is ending, coz I'm beginning to get bored with it. I want to move on to either The Problem With Parents or Adventure on Ploog. Don't forget to vote! And to review!
(1) Lyrics from The Credits Song, property of Big Idea.
(2) Nyet, ya koshka, translation: No, I'm a cat.