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 57

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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Kurt pushed his covers down and stared at the ceiling above his bed. What a perfectly horrible day this was going to be. He finally liked someone who liked him back, and he was going to have to break up with him. In the meantime, his twin sister was starting her own male harem.

Life didn’t get much worse than this.

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Life didn’t get much worse than this, Scott thought as he got dressed for school. His backside didn’t hurt anymore, but his pride still did. Especially since as of last night, Pietro still hadn’t confessed. He’d found out from Rogue just before going to bed that Pietro had returned in time for curfew but had gone immediately to bed without speaking to anyone.

Someone knocked on the door. “Scott, it’s Professor Xavier. May I come in?”

Scott wondered briefly what would happen if he said no, then mentally slapped himself. Come on, Summers, stop acting like a petulant brat. He went over and opened the door. “Come in, Professor.”

“How are you this morning?” the older man asked as he glided into the room.

“I’ve been better,” Scott admitted. He sat on the edge of the bed and regarded the Professor earnestly. “Sir, I owe you an apology, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner. I never should have let Pietro get into a position where he could take my card.”

“Your mind doesn’t work the way Pietro’s does, Scott,” the Professor said. “You couldn’t have anticipated that he would steal the card from you. However,” he added, “with something so valuable, extra precautions might have been called for in a crowded mall.”

“Yeah,” Scott admitted. “Like I should have kept my wallet in any other pocket but my back one, where I couldn’t see anyone attempting to take it.”

“Exactly,” the Professor said. “I’m glad you understand.”

“I understand more than that,” Scott said. “That bit of punishment Logan gave me for the plan – it wasn’t _just_ for the plan, was it?”

“No, Scott.”

He nodded and smiled wryly. “I’m slow, but at least I eventually get there.”

“In this case, I was rather slow myself, I’m afraid,” the Professor said. “I wasn’t sure at first that you should be punished. Your track record is exemplary, and this seemed more Pietro’s fault than yours. However, as Logan pointed out to me, one couldn’t have done it without the other. And also, as leader of the team, we’re forced to hold you to a higher standard of conduct than the others.”

“I know,” Scott said. “And I’ll be more careful from now on.”

“It’s unfortunate that our ploy to make Pietro confess hasn’t yielded any results.”

“Lance says he refuses to confess,” Scott replied.

“Hmmm …,” the Professor looked thoughtful. “I know Raven has her heart set on the boy coming forward, but if he hasn’t done so by this evening, I’m afraid we’ll have to confront him, and hope he tells the truth then.”

“What if he lies?” Scott asked quietly.

The Professor sighed. “Let’s hope he doesn’t.”

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Rogue and Remy looked cautiously up and down the hall before slipping inside Pietro’s room.

“Ah don’t believe it – he’s still asleep!” Rogue said, looking down at the boy on the bed. “He _never_ sleeps whole nights, Remy.”

“I think he did not sleep much de night before with what was going on between us,” Remy said. “Maybe it just caught up with him.”

“Well, he’s probably filled his quota of sleep for the week just in that one night.” Rogue dropped onto the bed heavily. Pietro jolted awake.

“Huh? What? Who?” he gasped, then focused. “Oh, Rogue. Remy. What time is it?”

“Time to get up,” Rogue said. “We’re mad at you, you know. Sneaking back in here last night, not a word to us even though we were so worried about you.”

“Don’t do that again, chere,” Remy warned him.

“I’m sorry, guys. I was kind of strung out last night.” Pietro jumped out of bed and changed clothes with the speed of a tornado. “I’m ready,” he said.

“Man, you take all the fun outta being in your room first thing in the morning!” Rogue declared. “I didn’t even get to see you nekkid!”

“Tough luck, baby. Maybe next time.” Pietro gave her a lightning-quick kiss on the cheek, staggered briefly, then grinned. “Whew! Now _that’s_ a wake-up call!”

“Don’t forget de snooze alarm ….” Remy embraced Pietro and kissed him. Rogue’s green eyes widened in delight as she watched the two of them. Pietro’s arms encircled the taller boy’s neck and he pressed against him.

“Whoa,” he said breathlessly, looking into Remy’s unusual eyes just above his own. “And I’m supposed to just sit through school after that?”

Remy reluctantly let him go. “I am afraid so,” he said. “But take heart, for I am going with you.”

“It’s true, Pietro!” Rogue said, nodding. “We just saw the Professor in the hallway, and he said Remy’s going to be enrolled in _our_ grade today!”

“Really?” Pietro said excitedly. “But you’re a year older, Remy!”

“The Professor thinks it will be easier for me to get used to school again if I stay back a year,” Remy said. “I missed so much anyway dat he is probably right.”

“Should we thank him for doing us a favour?” Rogue laughed.

“I think he could tell we were happy about it, petite,” Remy said with a smile.

“Is he in a good mood then?” Pietro asked. “I’m debating whether or not to eat breakfast here or go to Burger Barn or something.”

“Oh no, you don’t,” Rogue said firmly. “You aren’t copping out and hiding, Pietro. You’re staying here and at least facing Scott, even if you’re too chicken to confess.”

“CHICKEN?!” Pietro gasped.

“Rogue, that is not fair,” Remy said.

“It most certainly is!” Rogue insisted. “Why else doesn’t he confess except that he’s scared of being punished?”

“You know, Roguey,” Pietro cocked his head. “A lot of guys with enormous egos, which I admittedly have, might be easily influenced by something so base as a cute girl calling them ‘chicken’. A lot of guys might even do stuff that they wouldn’t normally do because of it.”

“So are you going to confess?” Rogue asked eagerly.

“No, whaddya think, I’m stupid?!”

Remy laughed. “Nice try, Rogue.”

“Hmmph. Fine, don’t confess,” she said. “But if they find out about your part in the whole thing later on, you’re going to be in a whole lot _worse_ trouble.”

“How could it get worse?” Pietro said incredulously. He looked down at his outfit critically. “Hey, you know what? Maybe I should wear the leather pants to school today!”

“If you do that, you may as well paint a big ol’ target on the rear end of ‘em, boy,” Rogue told him dryly. “You’d be better off taking them back for all the good they’ll do you now.”

Mystique rapped on the partly-opened door and looked in. “Better hurry up, you three, breakfast is ready.”

“Coming!” Pietro zoomed past all of them and disappeared from sight.

Mystique looked at the remaining two. “What’s his mood like this morning?” she asked.

“Same as every morning.” Rogue shrugged.

“Except,” Remy mentioned, “he apparently slept the whole night. That is unusual for him, oui?”

“Yes,” Mystique said thoughtfully, “it is. I’ll see you downstairs.”

Rogue watched her mother leave and gave Remy a confused look. “Wonder what that was about?”

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End of part 57

X-Men belongs to Marvel.

(2001)

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