Disclaimer: I don't own no character, no singer, no song used in this fic.
This is my 1st Xman fic. And for the record, I couldn't write accents to save my life, so rather than butcher the language and the way they talk, just imagine it in your head. Sorry, guys. =)
Er, about continuity? Forget about it! Kidding. This takes place sometime after Self-Possessed. I'm also making Bobby as old as Kurt, Rogue, and the rest.
I plan this to be pure fluff, written on a whim, so don't expect really heavy character analysis and rock-tight plot. Um, just don't expect much, period.
This is a Kitty-Rogue friendship fic, Kurt-Rogue sibling fic, and Remy-Rogue-Bobby mushy fic. Can anyone guess who my favorite character is?
This is experimental, to be continued or removed depending on reviews I will receive.
sigh please go easy on me. This is my first non-anime fanfic…
Chapter 1: How Soon Is Now?
It was said that music calms even the savage beasts.
And there are no beasts worse than man.
One man is bad enough…but put many of them together in an enclosed space…
The young women surveyed the crowd before her.
Men are beasts…
That's not right…
She actually knows one beast, and he acts nothing like the people before her were behaving.
The crowd hissed. They threw things. They insulted the people in front.
The people in front who were her friends…
A decision was quickly made.
She would surely regret this in the morning, but right now, it was the only way to save her friends.
Adjusting her red hair to make sure that it was presentable, she confidently strode to the front of the room.
One of the people in front gave her a thankful look.
She nodded and walked up to her.
The friend held out a hand.
She took it hesitantly.
The boy who was warbling horribly stopped when he saw her take the front stage.
And music emanated from her friend's instrument.
She opened her mouth to sing…
I am the son, I am the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth, how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
I am the son I am the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I'm the son and heir of nothing in particular
There is a club if you'd like to go
You could meet someone who really loves you
So you go and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home and you cry and you want to die
Kurt Wagner lifted his head as a guy wearing a black shirt and ripped jeans shuffled to the front of the room. The poor guy nervously cleared his throat and started to warble the opening lyrics of a popular pop song.
"Thank you, we'll call you once we make our decision," Bobby Drake interrupted the guy's singing when it became painfully obvious that he had no idea what he was doing.
The guy almost ran out of the room.
Kurt gave a sigh. Beside him, Bobby ruffled the papers he was holding impatiently.
"Can we take a break?" Kurt asked Bobby, patting his stomach. "I'm a growing boy, need to keep up the energy, you know,"
Bobby gave a shrug. "That was the last applicant." He admitted in defeat. "Might as well call it a day,"
"Like, hey guys!" Kitty walked into the music room and slid into the seat behind the boys. "Like, how did the auditions go?"
"Bad," Kurt replied as he stood up.
Kitty's face fell. "Now what are we supposed to do?"
"Ja, Amanda's birthday is only a month away and we still don't have anyone," Kurt sighed.
"We'll find someone yet," Bobby told them confidently. "Even if we have to turn the whole school upside down just to find our singer."
The three of them had recently discovered each other's talents and interest in music. And with Professor X's encouragement and blessing, they decided to form a band with Kurt on drums, Bobby on guitar, and Kitty on keyboards. Unfortunately, though they're all talented with their respective instruments, none of them could sing to save their lives, hence the audition for the singer of their new band.
Amanda's birthday was to be their first gig, a gift from Kurt to his girlfriend.
"Like, we have our work cut out for us." Kitty made a
face. "I mean, who would want to sing for a bunch of mutants?"
"Cheer up, Keety," Kurt grinned as only he could as he draped his arms over the shoulders of his two band mates. "We'll find someone yet." His stomach rumbled. "But in the meantime, let's do something about my poor stomach,"
Kitty sighed dramatically as she stumbled in the room she and Rogue shared.
Rogue, who was lounging lazily on her bed reading a book, barely paid the valley girl attention.
Kitty sighed again, louder this time as she carefully plopped herself on Rogue's bed.
Rogue raised an eyebrow, glanced at her annoying roommate, and resumed reading.
Kitty frowned. She desperately needed to talk to Rogue, and desperate times call for desperate measures. She pulled the book down from Rogue's face, then sighed for the third time.
Rogue glared at her. Kitty glared right back.
Moments later, Rogue shook her head and decided to humor Kitty for the sake of her sanity. "I can't help but feel that there's something bothering you, Kit,"
"Am I really that transparent?" Kitty asked, widening her eyes.
"Come on, spit it out so I can read my book in peace."
"I knew I could count on you to be there when I need you," Kitty grinned at her.
Rogue tucked a bookmark in her book, placed it on her table, and crossed her arms. "What do you want?"
"You," Kitty replied.
"Dieu! It's like my fantasy come true!"
The two girls whirled around to find a certain thief with red on black eyes sitting on their window, hands lazily playing with a set of cards, giving the impression that he belonged there.
"What are you doing here?" Rogue demanded.
"How did you get in?" Kitty asked at the same time.
Gambit smirked. "I just came to deliver something," he said as his hand disappeared to draw something from his trench coat.
Rogue and Kitty were immediately off the bed, adopting defensive positions.
"Relax," he grinned as his hand came into view. In it was a single, long-stemmed white rose. "I'm just checking how ma chere was doing,"
Rogue groaned as Gambit threw the rose towards her. Ever since it leaked out that her powers had gone wild, Gambit often came to check how she was doing. She learned from Kitty (who heard from Lance) that Gambit was mandated by Magneto to check on her, nothing personal. The interest of the Master of Magnetism was piqued over the potentials of her powers. But as the visits became more frequent, Gambit had started the infuriating habit of flirting with her and bearing gifts like flowers and chocolates.
Kitty giggled. "That's so sweet,"
"Thanks," Gambit grinned at her, turning on his full charms on the younger girl.
"Careful, Kit, he's a hypnotist of some sort,"
"I'm wounded, chere,"
"Don't call me that!" Rogue snapped.
Gambit smirked. "Don't be jealous, Roguey, you know there's no one else for me but you,"
"Jealous!" Rogue sputtered. "I'm not even interested in you!"
"That's not how you acted when we first met," he grinned disarmingly.
"That's because you used some sort of mind control or something!" Rogue protested, anger constricting painfully in her chest.
Gambit immediately knew that something was wrong when Rogue's green eyes started to turn red. That, he knew from her file that he knew by heart, wasn't part of her powers. He had pushed her too far. He swiftly moved to the right just as a red beam emitted from the Goth girl's eyes. A hole was now on the wall where he had been.
"Rogue!" Kitty cried out.
Confused, Rogue turned to the valley girl.
"Non!" Gambit cried out as he dove towards Kitty, moving her away from the beam's projectile. "Petite, close your eyes!" He snapped.
Rogue obeyed without question.
"Your powers are still going haywire, henh?"
"Shut up!" She wanted no more than to pummel the infuriating Cajun but she was without her sight. That good for nothing, low down—Then, Rogue cried out in pain as she felt Wolverine's claws erupted from the back of her right hand, through her gloves, blood sputtering everywhere.
"Rogue!" Kitty cried out.
"Finally you have something to report to your boss," Rogue snapped at Gambit, disoriented not just because of her pain but also because she couldn't see anything. She bit her lip, trying hard not to cry. Suddenly, she felt hands on hers, which she desperately hoped was Kitty's. The hand was careful not to touch the skin which was exposed by the claws.
"Non," a voice whispered in her ear. "The boss man had long stop asking me to visit you. I'm here 'coz I want to."
"Don't touch me," she spat out as she snatched her hand away from her enemy. No sooner that she did that, her claws erupted from her other hand. She cried out in agony.
"I'm not here to hurt you." She heard Gambit whisper softly. "Relax, cherie," he gently took back both of her hands in his. "Seems that it gets worse the angrier you get."
Rogue took a deep breath to calm her nerves and to lessen the pain. The claws slowly retracted.
Gambit took out a strip of cloth from one of the numerous pockets in his coat and began to efficiently wrap Rogue's wounds. But to his relief, claws weren't the only things she got from her animal-like teammate. Her wounds were already healing. "The wounds are closing, chere." He grinned at her, knowing that though she can't see him, she could certainly hear it in her voice. "Now that I see you're fine, I have to be going. Au revoiur!"
Kitty watched in fascination as Gambit kissed Rogue's injured hand before giving Kitty a casual wave and vaulting out their room through the hole Rogue made.
"What happened in here?" Scott demanded as he flung open the door open, the rest of the team behind him.
"Stripes! Did that Gumbo hurt you?" Wolverine demanded as he sniffed the air and turned to Rogue, examining her wound.
"I'm OK now," Rogue told him truthfully. The pain was gone.
"He's, like, gone now, Mr. Logan," Kitty told him.
"Did he attack you?" Scott asked in concern as he gazed on the hole in their room.
"Rogue kinda did that," Kitty replied.
Wolverine frowned as he looked at Rogue whose eyes were still closed. "Slim, get your spare glasses,"
"Apparently, the power overload is triggered by extreme emotions."
Rogue closed her eyes and sighed, Cyclops's powers long gone.
Storm laid a hand on the younger girl's shoulders, understanding her predicament perfectly. She, of all people, knows all about keeping emotions in check so that her powers won't take a turn for the worse.
"I suggest that you meditate with Logan every morning." Professor said.
Wolverine stared at the frail girl sitting across the professor. "Four o'clock tomorrow morning, Stripes. Don't be late."
"And I suggest that you do something that calm your nerves." Ororo said, thinking about how gardening helped her whenever she felt lost. But she doubted that plants would have the same effects to Rogue.
"While I suggest that we tighten the security in this place more," Wolverine growled, thinking about how that thief was able to bypass the Institute's securities.
"No! Kitty, for the last time no!" Rogue cried out in exasperation.
"Spikes," Kitty cried out as she saw Evan's power manifest on her teammate. "Calm down, Rogue."
Rogue shut her eyes as she took deep, calming breaths, like Mr. Logan taught her. She sat down on the kitchen chairs.
"Please, Rogue, don't make me beg,"
"I'm not making you do anything, Kitty." Rogue wrinkled her nose as she opened the refrigerator and looked at its contents. Seeing that there was nothing edible inside, she closed it.
"Kitty!" Rogue threw up her hands in exasperation. "You've never even heard me sing before!"
"Yes I have!" Kitty contradicted her hotly. "You sing really loud whenever you listen in your MP3 player. And in the shower."
"Argh!" Rogue groaned, depositing her frame on a stool. "Kitty, I've heard the stuff you were playing."
"Kitty, I don't do pop!"
"Rogue, you're our last hope." Kitty had gone down on her knees and wrapped her arms around the taller girl's legs. "Please, please, please, please?"
Kurt suddenly ported in the kitchen. He saw Kitty on her knees, hugging Rogue's legs. "I do not want to know," he muttered.
"Kurt!" Kitty cried out as she suddenly stood up. "Make her change her mind!"
"What?" Kurt frowned, not wanting to get sucked in the girls' argument.
"Make her sing!"
"You sing?" Kurt looked dumbly at his foster sister. A slow grin spread on his face. "My sister!" He cried out. "Please sing with us!"
Rogue was fuming.
Since when did she start feeling such deep emotions towards the guy?
She had never felt that way before. It crept up on her, choking her with its deep intensity. It had started out small, then gradually built itself, until now, she couldn't bear to see him sad, or deny him anything. She was now so in too deep, she couldn't take it back, doesn't want to make it go away. And now, she would do anything in her power to make him happy.
Even if it was…
Kitty wasn't exaggerating when she said that Bobby's voice was bad. It was like listening to someone's nails scratching the blackboard. And the guests at Amanda's party were complaining. It was bad enough that she had invited mutants to her house. And now this. The crowd started hissing and booing.
It was definitely ruing Amanda's sweet sixteen party.
Rogue sighed. She was hiding from the crowd. Her powers were once again going haywire. Her guilt over not helping, her nervousness at the thought of actually helping, her compassion for her brother, and her sympathy for Kitty made her emotions go high. As for Bobby…she just wanted him to stop.
This time, she was manifesting Mystique. She was shape-shifting. Her hair was turning blood red, her clothes started to become a revealing spaghetti-strapped red dress that barely reached mid-thigh. Dark glasses appeared on her face, covering her now-blue eyes.
She hid a grin. If she was going to help, now would be a great idea. No one would recognize her, after all.
She looked at her brother. The sad look on it was breaking her heart. Had it just been any other guy, she would've shrugged it off and walk away. But she can't. Her feelings for him prevented her so. This gig, his gift to Amanda, meant a lot to him. And by implication, it now meant a lot to her.
She better make a move before she lost her nerve.
Adjusting her red hair to make sure that it was presentable, she strode to the front of the room with as much confidence as she could muster.
Kitty gave her a thankful look.
Rogue nodded and walked up to her, mouthing that she had no idea what to sing.
Kitty held out a hand, concentrating on the lyrics and the melody of a song she knew Amanda liked.
Rogue took it hesitantly, then immediately let go the minute she was sure she got it.
Bobby, who was warbling horribly, stopped when he saw her take the front stage.
And music emanated from Kitty's instrument.
Rogue opened her mouth to sing…
Unbeknownst to them, at the back of the room, a guy with red on black eyes was watching them.