Yay another chapter. I hope you guys are liking the story, if you are please tell me so. Inner dialouge is in italics and bold italics.

The warmth of the sun on his face and the distant roar of the sea were all he was faintly aware of. Victor sat still as stone, his eyes closed and his face emotionless while his mind was focused only on the small room at the other end of the house. It was seven in the morning and he hadn't moved an inch since 5.

His guest, however, was still sound asleep. He could hear her evened out breathing and small lazy movements despite the walls and distance between them. In his mind's eye he could see her, long brown hair splayed across the pillow illuminated by the light of the sun. Her plush pink lips parted slightly allowing her to breath easier in her dreaming state. The pajama shirt top riding up on her body just enough to show a sample of lightly tanned skin. Her limbs were spread out in a delicate manner, the thin blanket tangled up in her legs. Victor thought absently that she looked like a Venus that belonged only in Ancient paintings.

'Goshujin koneko imei sougishiki oyobi hiroimono otaku,'

Victor made no move to respond to the voice at the edge of his mind. He knew there was more meaning behind the words but he refused to dwell on them. The presence receded from his mind and he sighed softly as he heard Kitty begin to stir.

He heard her muscles stretch themselves awake and the loud pop of her joints as her limbs reached their limits. Kitty would find him soon enough, and if not he would find her he would leave the choice to her for the time being. His attention was drawn away from his so called guest at the other end of the house and back to more important matters. Like what exactly he would do with her after he figured out what he needed from her.

'You know what she is here for.'

'Shut up dammit, and stop switching languages on me, find one you like and stick with it."

'What if that language happened to be Latin?'

Victor scowled outwardly, 'Well I guess we'd never talk again smartass.'

'You shouldn't change the subject Victor, you know why she's here.'

"Yea because you talked me into grabbing her.'

'When did you become so stubborn towards me?'

"When you started talking me into doing stupid shit.'

"Yes well you certainly don't need me telling you what to do in that department.'

Victor growled softly and the prescence left the back of his mind again which just left him feeling lonely and pissed off.


Kitty slowly wandered out of her make-shift bedroom in search of something to eat. She had managed to get some sleep despite the fact that she had been out like a light for a few hours thanks to Victor and his wierd way of inviting her to stay with him for an unspecified amount of time.

The house was completely still which worried her slightly. Kitty figured Victor for an early riser like Logan but nothing but her bare feet on the dusty wooden floor and normal old house noises could be heard. She glanced around as she walked slowly down the hallway, waiting for him to jump out at her.

Kitty peeked in different rooms and other than an extensive albeit messy library she found most of the rooms all but bare. She was surprised by the library and made a note to ask Victor about it later if he hadn't done something horrible to her by that point.

She by-passed the kitchen in favor of at least knowing if he was in the house with her or not. She didn't want him sneaking up on her again if she could help it. The master bedroom was worthy of it's name and not even the impressive looking King sized bed could lessen it's size. Her gaze wasn't drawn in by the bed or the rather impressive looking collection of artifacts he had gotten from various countries that lined the walls.

Her eyes were drawn in by Victor Creed, or what could have been a very life like staute of him. Kitty had seen Logan in the same state countless enough times to know that Victor was deep in meditation. She watched from the doorway and tried to remain as quiet as possible so as not to disturb him. Which was slightly stupid, Logan could get so deep in mediation sometimes that she could set of a firecracker right in his ear and he wouldn't move an inch.

Kitty's eyes were drawn to his katana, the glossy sheath shining brightly in the mid morning sun. It leaned against his dresser and for the first time she got to look at the weapon without fearing that it would be used against her. The sheath was simple black and the small hand guard had been slightly damaged in what she assumed had been a rather intense fight. The hilt itself looked well worn and Kitty wondered just how long the sword had been in his possession and how many lives the blade had taken.

Her gaze was drawn back to Victor and she wondered how someone so apparently out of control could be so well disciplined. The man hadn't moved a fraction of an inch since she'd appeared in his doorway and it wasn't as if she was trying to hide the fact that she was there.

She began to wonder if Victor knew all the fighting styles that Logan knew, or if the katana was the only weapon he had taken the time to learn to use.

"You just gonna stand there and stare or do you need something?" his voice caught her off gaurd and she jumped slightly. He smirked even though his eyes remained closed and he didn't look over at her.

"Acutally yea, I do need something," she said after a long silence.

"Oh, and what would that be?" Victor asked amused.

"I want you to teach me how to fight."

He opened his eyes and turned to look at her. "What, did the runt not teach you anything?" he asked.

"Only the basics, enough to hold my own in a fight but nothing like what he or you know," Kitty explained.

"You wanna get stronger?" he asked with a smirk and she nodded her head.

"I can teach you, but you have to do whatever I say, too much back talk and I'll pull your toungue right out," Victor warned.

"Keep it to a minimum I can do that," she replied.

"Hn." Victor rose to his feet and walked towards her until she had to crane her neck to look up at him, his chest almost brushing against hers. She could feel the heat radiating off of him as if he were the very sun that had roused her from her sleep.

"Your first lesson," he said softly. "While I train you, you call me sensei, understand?"

Kitty kept her slight disgust out of her expression "Sensei," she said softly and he smirked.

"Hard part's over," he said before brushing by her and leaving the room.

Japanese translation:

'Goshujin koneko imei sougishiki oyobi hiroimono otaku,'- Your kitten will wake and find you
Sensei- Teacher

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