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 52

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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Scott looked up from his homework at the knock on his door. “Come in,” he said, putting his pen down. The Professor came into the room.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your work, Scott,” he said. “I won’t be long.”

“Don’t worry, Professor, I’m almost done.” Scott turned in his chair to face him. “Is it about the training session? Despite the shaky start, I think it went pretty well. Gambit had a _lot_ of power in those charges!”

“He certainly did. Repairs are being made to the west wall now,” Professor Xavier said wryly, then looked serious. “Actually, I came to see if you’d found any other receipts from Remy’s shopping trip. There are a couple missing.”

“What?” Scott said in surprise. He pulled out his wallet and searched through it. “No sir – I know I put every one of them in here, and they’re all gone. I’m sure I gave them all to you.”

“Hmm … that’s odd. There’s a two-hundred dollar discrepancy between the receipts and what was charged.”

Scott’s jaw dropped. “That’s impossible!”

“I’m afraid not.”

“I – I don’t understand how that could be.”

The Professor steepled his fingers. “Of course I know that you believe you had all the receipts, but is it possible any were misplaced or lost?”

Scott scratched his head. “But I was being so careful. Of course, Pietro was really distracting me, what with pestering me for leather pants and buzzing around us like an annoying bumblebee ….” He stopped suddenly, his jaw slack.

The Professor cocked his head curiously. “Scott?”

“Two hundred dollars …,” Scott said slowly. “The pants Pietro was after were worth that much.”

“How would Pietro not only obtain the credit card but use it without your knowledge and then return it to you?”

“Aw, come on, Professor, you know how fast that guy is! He could do it no problem!”

“Perhaps, but we must give him the benefit of the doubt,” Professor Xavier said.

“I don’t know what else could have happened,” Scott said. “How do we find out without accusing him outright?”

“Let’s go down to the library and discuss it with Logan, Mystique and Hank,” the Professor suggested. “Together we might come up with a way.”

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Kurt threw down his pencil. He wasn’t accomplishing anything at this rate. It still bothered him how everyone had jumped on him at the training session, and no one had even considered that he might have another story to tell if they’d just listen to him. It wasn’t fair.

“Kurt?” Rogue walked into the room.

“Do you EVER knock?!” he snapped.

She put her hands on her hips. “Don’t yell at me, Kurt Wagner! Ah _did_ knock this time – you just didn’t hear me or else you ignored it!”

Kurt deflated. “I’m sorry, Rogue. I’m still a little bugged about what happened before.”

“Then why’d you show up late?” she asked, bouncing onto his bed. He teleported himself over there to sit by her.

“If it were left up to _me_, I wouldn’t have shown up at all!” he declared. “It was only because of Duncan’s insistence that we turned the car around and hurried back here.” He wrapped his arms around his knees. “Then I come in and they all get down on him. It hurt, you know?”

“Wow,” Rogue said breathlessly. “Of course it did. Ah’m sorry no one gave you a chance to explain.”

“No one bugged Jean when _she_ was going out with Duncan,” Kurt murmured.

“Yeah, well, Jean’s Miss Perfect who never does anything wrong and therefore no one got the chance to blame Duncan for anything.” Rogue regarded him curiously. “So tell me about it. You really like him?”

“I do,” Kurt admitted. “I mean, it’s still really soon and everything, but we get along well and he’s nice, Rogue. No one else thinks so, but he really is.”

“Ah guess we’re both involved in something new and different for us then,” Rogue remarked.

“You mean you and Pietro?” Kurt asked. “I was wondering about that.”

“Here’s more food for thought,” his twin said conspiratorially. “It’s not just Pietro and me anymore. It’s us and Remy, too.”

Kurt gave her a strange look. “I don’t get it.”

“Ah know it’s out there and weird, but Ah really think it’s gonna work for us, Kurt,” she said, her eyes dancing. “Pietro and Remy and Ah all love each other. The three of us, together.”

Kurt stared at her for a couple of moments then burst out laughing. “Only YOU would manage to snag two boys and keep them both!”

“Hey, they snagged each other somewhere along the way, too!” Rogue said. “And Kurt, this doesn’t leave this room, okay? Everyone’s gonna find out, but we aren’t rushing the issue.”

“No, I would imagine not!” Kurt said. “Mother will kill you if she finds out. And Pietro, too.”

“Which leaves Remy for Daddy to slice and dice.” Rogue sighed. “Ah know.”

Kurt grinned. “Well, when they _do_ find out, they’re not going to care so much about my dating Duncan! I owe you for that!”

“Ah don’t know, Kurt,” Rogue said gently. “There’s still one big difference that you don’t seem to have thought of.”

Kurt looked puzzled. “What?” he asked.

Rogue put her gloved hand on his shoulder. “Duncan doesn’t know about mutants, but if he touches you, he will.”

Kurt’s yellow eyes widened slowly as the meaning hit home. Rogue felt terrible as she watched her twin’s fantasies crumble one by one.

“Ah’m sorry,” she said softly.

He nodded and looked down at his blue two-fingered hands. “Who was I kidding?” he said. “I can’t date Duncan or any other human. No hand-holding, no slow-dancing … certainly no kissing. Ever.”

“Aw Kurt, that’s not necessarily true,” Rogue told him. “You can have a relationship with another mutant.”

Kurt shook his head. “Even other mutants find me repulsive, Rogue. You weren’t here when Kitty avoided me like the plague.”

“She came around, though!” Rogue said. “She thinks you’re cute now!”

“Ja, and now she’s going out with Lance!” Kurt exclaimed. “The only available mutant left in the house is _Todd_!”

“Well,” Rogue said slowly, “you two have a lot in common, and – “

“Don’t even joke about that!” Kurt cried. “We may not be mortal enemies anymore, but that doesn’t make us … I can’t even say the words with Todd in mind!”

“All right, all right,” Rogue soothed him. “Hey, Ah’d offer you one of my two – but Ah don’t wanna.”

“So much for twins sharing everything,” Kurt said in a dry tone. “Just kidding – Pietro’s not my type, and I don’t think I’m Remy’s type.”

“There’s Scott,” Rogue began.

Kurt shook his head. “You know how he feels about Jean, and vice versa. If I interfere with that, this time she’ll make my brain explode.” He sighed. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. It’s Duncan I’m interested in, and Duncan I can’t have. I’ll … I’ll tell him tomorrow I can’t see him anymore.”

Rogue hugged him. “Ah’m sorry, little brother. Ah really am.”

Me too, Kurt thought miserably.

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End of part 52

X-Men belongs to Marvel.

(2001)

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