Mizuki: Yay! Chapter 2 up and running.
Wittny: Why are you working on this when you should be working on A Moon Light Filled Night?
Mizuki: Because I already have it finished, I just have to upload it onto my computer.

Rouge: You might want to hurry up.
Mizuki: Leave me alone!
Logan: Can I go now?
Mizuki: No. None of you would show up until the chapter last time, so you all have to do the commentary for the next two chapters.
Everyone: NOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo. T^T
Wittny: You're so mean.
Mizuki: Just do the disclaimer.
Wittny: Mizuki Hamihachi does not own X-men: The Movies 1-3, X-men evolution, X-men the comic, any X-men stuff I forgot because I'm new to this stuff, Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, or any characters from either story line. She doesn't even own the computer she's doing this on.
Mizuki: It's my mom's. I have to spend summer in her office, which is half the size of the average class room I'd like to add.
Rouge: That's why you wanted to go to the Math and Science Academy, 'cause you're starting to lose all feeling in your back?
Mizuki: Yes. Walls do not replace the comfort of a chair's back-rest, and Mom's chairs are even more uncomfortable, but enough of that! On with the chapter. I want to warn you before hand, however, this will contain RougeXLogan. I don't care how far apart they are in age, love knows not age.
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Bella's (this is the last time anyone other than the guys from Twilight will call her that, so pay attention) POV

I looked into the forest right next to the clearing that looked so much as our meadow. Why was it that every time I thought about him, I ended up here? Was it because of the fact that this was the place where my past had almost come back to haunt me. No. Not my past. Bella's. There was a distinct difference. She was incredibly and increasingly slow, weak, and clumsy. I was faster than any vampire out there (newborns included) I was, probably, stronger than Emmet, and I could climb up trees, and start jumping from branch to branch like some sort of freaky ninja.

There were, however, some similarities. Like, for instance, we still looked the same. It was so bad, I didn't risk going to Phoenix, for fear that someone would mistake me for Bella, and I would be considered alive once more. Of course, the only reason Bella Swan wasn't announced dead three years ago, was because Charlie and Renee had found me. Logan and I had been on one of our solo missions ('cause the professor found a lead that could help us find out about our past) when we heard a gun shot. It had hit me, apparently, in the spot where your memories are stored. Right. Like my brain wasn't screwed up enough. I hit the ground pretty fast. Logan was busy fighting Juggernaut, so he wasn't able to get to me. Their fight, somehow, lead them far away from me. When I woke up, I was in a strange house.

How sick those two had to be to make me think I was their daughter, I will never know. They told me that there'd been a fire and they saw me get hit in the head with a beam. Charlie had dragged me out. They said that he had come to pick me up for my vacation with him. If I'd known who I really was, I would have pointed out the huge amount of bull in their story, but I wasn't Wildcat. I was Bella, and Bella believed everything that came out of her mother's mouth. After a while, however, things started getting shaky. I started seeing the places where Logan and I had fought Juggernaut and other villains together, and I didn't understand why I had no daughterly feelings when it came to Renee. This, they decided, would not do, and I was sent to live with Charlie under the pretence that my mother wanted to travel with her new husband.

I had never been to Forks as Wildcat, so none of the places set off my memories, thus, I never questioned my parent's authority again. Then I had met Edward. The way he ran at incredible speeds triggered a bit of my memories, but not enough. Although, there was a small result: I stared having dreams. I started dreaming of my brother and I doing things with the others. I merely brushed them off as a reoccurring dream, and tried my best not to say any dreams in my sleep. I may be able to lie like a rug to anyone, other than the professor, but Bella couldn't even keep a strait face when talking to James. It was pitiful, really.

Then Edward left, and my powers started to manifest. I was afraid, truly afraid of myself when I started to climb trees in the near-by forest for fun. Of course, I lied to Charlie about it. I told him I was going over to Jake's place. He was still mad at Billy for not telling him what was going on with Jake, so he never bothered to call to find out. Then, the wolves started showing up nearby. I remember the way they smelt, and, even without having to go back, I knew that there was something strange about them. I had a feeling that the redish/brown one knew me, but I couldn't find out how. After a while, Charlie and Billy's fight got so bad, I was banned from going over to their house. In other words: no more climbing.

Then he told me the truth, told me who I really was. If it was me, I would've taken it like a woman and cussed him out like a man, but Bella? Noooooo. She couldn't do anything of the sorts, so she freaked. She didn't know about the manifestation of the mutation, so she wasn't careful with her powers and ended up flinging the next-door neighbor's fire-place at him. Of course, he took her powers in stride and still welcomed her into her house with open arms. NOT. Even the Forks church turned her away when she sought shelter from the mob that considered her a monster. She ran all the way to La Push, hoping that, against all odds, Jacob would come through. She was dejected to find no one at home.

Then she, finally, toughened up and started to fend for herself. After feeling dejected and sad for a day, she began building her own, private hut in the one place she felt safe: the meadow. There, she spent only a week building a cabin. Thank God she wasn't a wuss and didn't try using her powers, otherwise she wouldn't have had shelter form that snow storm that came a few days later, courtesy of Storm. Oh, and the X-Men wouldn't have been able to find her. She was so intertwined with her thought of what had happened, she didn't notice that Logan was coming until he was nine thenths of the way there, then the idiot didn't bother reading his mind and ran right into him. Seeing his face triggered my memories, and Isabella Swan, for lack of a better word, died. For good.

It's been two years since then, and I've had a lot to catch up on. This new girl, Rouge, I like her. She's awesome. We're two of the eldest girls in the place, and X-men, so we only have to be roommates with each other. She tried taking that stupid cure, but there was some sort of imperfection to it, so it didn't work for more that half a year. After that, she was just able to take people's powers without sucking them of their life force. Of course, I fixed it to where she can suck both their power and their life-force if she wanted to. Now, we use it to tame Logan. He is now sulking due to the resent shock-wave we gave him. I'm pretty sure he resents us like Hell right now. Anyways, I think she likes him, and vise versa. Problem is, they're both too stubborn to admit it, and too stupid to realize it. Pretty Boy Bobby ain't helping either. Sorry, Rouge's from Mississippi, and I think that accent of her's is contagious.

Speaking of Pretty Boy, it seems like he's got his eye on any female, mutant or human, who'll take him. It's sad really; he comforted Rouge when Logan left to find me, thereby securing a safe spot in her life. I could kill him and make it look like an accident, but Rouge would get mad at me if she ever found out. He can control ice, and is a great help when I want to go ice skating. Too bad he doesn't know what the meaning of the words, "Touch me and I'll break your neck," mean. And too bad I couldn't really cause him physical pain due to the fact that the professor threatened to subdue my powers if I did break his neck.

Another new addition to the X-men is a girl by the name of Kitty. I'm not kidding. Her parents name her after their pet cat. I have serious sympathy for her. It started right after I finished laughing. Before you get mad at me, it wasn't my fault. Logan started thinking about how she should've had whiskers and a tail. Who couldn't laugh after that?

My good friend for many years, Pyro, had crossed over to the dark side, then back to ours after a long talk from me. Okay, there may have been a kiss involved, but only on the cheek! Pyro may want more, but the fist cut hasn't exactly healed yet. I still cry out to Edward in my sleep, I still feel that giant whole in my heart when I think of him, and I still can't bring myself to go over to his house and trash his tuff, like I'd done to all the guys who'd given me the brush-off before.

The final addition to the team was a blue dude named Kurk, but he was known, in the circus I would like to point out, as Nightcrawler. He had the awesome ability to teleport. He, also, seemed to have a huge crush on Storm, but said nothing of it. Looked like I was going to have to play match maker with those two as well. It's been years since I've done a good medaling into people's business. I can't wait to start playing cupid once again. I was thinking that, if I can get Bobby to become a one-woman-man, I can set him up with Kitty. Of course, the chances of me getting him to fallow that line of righteousness are smaller than the chances of me getting Logan to become a pacifist.

I was surprised to find out that Scott had died; I didn't think that even Phoenix would let him die. Then professor pointed out that Phoenix was a sick and twisted version of , thereby making me feel guilty. Why shouldn't I have been? I was a level 10 mutant. If I'd been there, if I'd known . . . they wouldn't have died, Logan wouldn't have had to kill her in front of the professor, and I wouldn't have been racked with this unnerving guilt. But, there's no point in could be's and If's.

About a year after I'd left Forks, Victoria came to the school with an army of newborns, planning to kill me. The battle was over without a single casualty on our side. Well, there was one mutant death, though. Juggernaut. But, I don't really count that as a casualty, considering the fact that he was, partly, responsible for my memory loss. Apparently, if a vampire tries to turn a mutant, the mutant dies due to the venom, and the vampire dies from the . . . I guess poison in the mutant's blood. Victoria was screaming for TWO HOURS before I couldn't take anymore and tore her head off. Cruel, I know, but my ears couldn't take any more.

I sat, for the thousandth time, thinking of him. Then I heard Rouge calling out to me, asking me if I would mind sparring with her for a bit, and I decided that I needed to return to the strong-willed girl that is Wildcat. Wittny, the girl who wanted nothing more than to sit and cry over her lost love, would have to be locked away into an internal drawer for the rest of the day.

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Mizuki: Second chapter is DONE!
Logan: Wop-di-doo, can I go home now.
Wittny: Not until Rouge says it.
Rouge: Please R&R.
Mizuki: Now you may go home. P.S. I'm not updating for a week unless I get, at least, three reviews.