Haruka's Fanfiction

WARNING: Although it uses the X-Men: Evolution characters, THIS IS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!! In this world, same-sex relationships are accepted without prejudice because everyone is bisexual. Also, corporal punishment is common here as part of loving family discipline. If either of these facts about our AU bothers you, DO NOT READ this fic and then complain about same-sex couples or spankings being part of it. It is loosely based on an RPG plotline that Michiru and I started playing in August 2001. If anything is canon here, it's probably an accident.


The X-Men Family

Part 50

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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“Ptooey!”

Todd watched as another spitball hit the ceiling above his bed. He eyed it with a critical gaze.

A knock came at the door. “Come in, yo!” he called.

Remy entered. “Bonjour, Todd,” he said. “I thought I’d come visit you, since you must be as bored as me.”

“I’m not bored, man. I’m making art!” Todd pointed at the ceiling and Remy looked up. Dozens of wet paper wads were stuck in a developing pattern.

“Very nice, mon ami.” Remy grinned. “Would you like me to leave you and your creation alone?”

“Nah, I can get back to it later,” Todd said. “Have a seat.”

Remy pulled up a chair and sat down. “How are you feeling?”

“Could be worse,” Todd said. “So long as I move slow, I’m okay.”

“I never got the chance to thank you for risking your life for me,” Remy said seriously. “You saved Kurt, but you also saved me.”

“Hey, except for getting shot, it was almost fun,” Todd said, then grinned. “I kinda like this hero stuff. I like bein’ part of a group that supports each other. The Brotherhood was tight and always will be, but these guys have pretty much accepted us into their bigger group.” He dug some dirt out from under his fingernail. “We still got some individual issues, but basically, it’s all good, y’know?”

“I don’t know _yet_, but I think I will,” Remy said. “The only group I was a member of was the Thieves Guild, and you know what happened there.”

“You got no worries now, man. These guys, they’ll teach you that control you need and send you out on missions to save other mutants’ butts.” Todd regarded him thoughtfully. “You know something? If things had been different, you might have fit in with the Brotherhood before the X-Men. You seem pretty cool – even Pietro likes you.”

Remy looked at him curiously. “Why should he not?”

Todd met his eyes pointedly. “Come on, French Boy, we all know you’re after Roguey. And she and Pietro have an understanding, if you know what I mean. You’re cuttin’ in on him and acting like his buddy at the same time.”

“Well,” Remy smiled, “you are half right.”

“Come again?”

“I _was_ after Rogue,” Remy agreed. “And I got her. But you know what else?”

“What?” Todd asked curiously.

Remy winked. “I got Pietro, too.”

“Huh?!” Todd gasped. “What do you mean?!”

“I mean Rogue was not my only interest. In fact, she was not my _first_ interest. I saw Pietro up close before I saw Rogue, and I wanted him. Then I met her and I wanted her, too. She was more approachable, and so we got together first. Then last night, I kiss Pietro, and now we are a happy threesome.”

Todd stared at him, flabbergasted. Eventually, he grinned. “Man, I’ve got to shake your hand! You are some smooth operator!”

Remy laughed and shook Todd’s extended hand. “Do not give me too much credit. I am lucky the two of them accepted _me_.”

“Hoo boy, wait’ll Lance hears this!” Todd cried.

“If you tell him, be sure he knows not to tell the adults,” Remy cautioned. “We are not sure they would approve.”

Todd laughed. “I’m sure Logan _wouldn’t_ approve of his daughter dating two guys who are also dating each other, but I’d sure love to see the fireworks when he finds out!”

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On his way to the cafeteria at lunchtime, Kurt reeled a little as a strong hand clapped him on the back. “Hey, Kurt, nice to see you.”

“Uh, thanks,” Kurt said, rubbing his shoulder as he watched the Senior walk away. He didn’t even know who the boy was.

This had been happening all morning. Everywhere he went, older kids were greeting him in a friendly way, both boys and girls. A lot of other Sophomores who’d never talked to him much were suddenly all smiles, too. It was a little disconcerting, but not unpleasant. It was better than being pushed around or being made fun of for his accent.

“Hey there!”

Now _that_ voice he knew. He smiled as Scott approached. “Hi!”

“I’ve been hearing your name all over school today, buddy,” Scott said with a grin. “You seem to be Mr. Popularity.”

“I’m afraid it has very little to do with me and everything to do with Duncan,” Kurt said ruefully.

“Don’t be so sure,” Scott told him. “Maybe being with Duncan got their attention, but you being one of the coolest kids in school will keep it.”

Kurt smiled at him. “Maybe you’re right. If popularity by association were that reliable, I should have been experiencing it before now. I’ve been _your_ friend and Jean’s since I arrived in Bayville.”

“Thanks.” Scott patted his shoulder. “Um, speaking of Jean, have you seen her yet?”

“No,” Kurt admitted, “and I’m a little worried. Did she say anything to you on the way to school?”

“Not much,” Scott admitted. “But we had talked earlier. She knows it’s not your fault and is trying to deal with it all. She may need some time, but I’m sure she’ll be okay and won’t hold a grudge against you.”

“Really?” Kurt looked relieved. “I don’t want to hurt her, not ever.”

“If Duncan isn’t interested in her anymore, Kurt, then staying with him _would_ hurt her,” Scott said.

“And besides,” Kurt added mischievously, “there’s someone _else_ who likes her who has a shot now.”

“Who?!” Scott demanded.

Kurt hit himself in the forehead and murmured something in German. “Scott, I’m talking about YOU! Now’s your chance to let Jean know how you’ve always felt about her!”

“Now?” Scott said weakly. “While she’s on the rebound?”

Kurt shrugged. “Unless you’d rather wait until she’s dating someone else.”

“Kurt, over here!”

Scott looked past Kurt to where Duncan was coming down the hall, waving. When he reached him, he put an arm around Kurt’s shoulders. “Sorry it took me so long – I had to talk to my last period teacher.” He looked at Scott and nodded. “Summers.”

“Hello, Duncan,” Scott replied. “Congratulations on stirring up a hornet’s nest at our house.”

“Couldn’t be helped,” Duncan replied. “At least when _I_ see something I want, I go for it.” He gave Kurt a squeeze. “Come on, Kurt, let’s go to my table.”
He began leading him away.

“See you later, Scott,” Kurt called over his shoulder.

“Okay!” Scott replied. “Don’t forget to go straight home after school!”

He watched them disappear into the cafeteria and scratched his head. “And what exactly did Duncan mean by _that_ crack?” he muttered.

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End of part 50

X-Men belongs to Marvel.

(2001)

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