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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Yu-Gi-Oh!, X-Men_Evolution
  Relationship:
      Mutou_Yuugi/Yami_Yuugi, Scott_Summers/Kurt_Wagner, Lance_Alvers/Mutou
      Yuugi, Jean_Grey/Scott_Summers, Lance_Alvers/Kitty_Pryde
  Character:
      Mutou_Yuugi, Yami_Yuugi, The_Brotherhood_of_Mutants, X-Men_(Team)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Mutants, Crossover_Pairings, Yami_is_a_total_troll
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      Published: 2008-04-13 Updated: 2016-05-24 Chapters: 2/? Words: 7831
****** New Rules, New Game ******
by Kleptomaniac_Can_Opener
Summary
     Yugi Muto’s small body harbors not just a devastating power, but
     another person as well! The Brotherhood is sure to get to him before
     the X-men do, but there’s more going on than either side knows.
Notes
     Disclaimer: I’m not Kazuki Takahashi or a member of Marvel
     Enterprises, so I don’t own anything Yugi-Oh or X-Men Evolution. :
     ( But this story is mine! ^_^
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Prologue *****
Sweat trickled down his temple, making strands of blond hair stick to what were
pale cheeks now flushed scarlet. It wasn’t a hot day, but the pain in his head
was taxing his strength. It felt like his skull would crack open any moment. He
had the vague thought that he understood what the Greek God Zeus went through
with the birth of his daughter Athena.
The boy was young, only sixteen and a high school freshman at Domino High in
Japan. He stopped a moment to lean against the cool brick of a building side.
The additional shading was also a minor blessing as it kept the bright sun from
stabbing into his wide, violet eyes.
“If it isn’t little Yugi.” Yugi groaned to himself. The last thing he really
wanted to deal with right now were the bullies from school. “Hey, I’m talking
to you, runt!”
“Was there something you needed?” Yugi asked after a moment. He may as well get
this over with; he was in no condition to run. The sooner he let them beat him
up, the sooner he got home.
“Yeah, we were missing our favorite punching bag.”
Yugi was kicked from behind without any warning. A shot of pain flared up his
spine just before more spiked in his palms and knees from skidding across the
concrete. He realized for a moment that the thin material of his school slacks
was torn before he received a foot in his stomach. “Ah!” Yugi curled up tight
on the cold and dirty ground, surrounded by the cruel laughter of his peers.
The pounding in his head grew, stabbing knives behind his eyes.
“What’s wrong, shrimp? Not enjoying our game?”
Yugi’s heart gave a solid beat at the word. “Game...?” The pain in his head
began to melt away, leaving behind a cold warmth that steadied his nerves.
“I don’t think the widdle gamester wants to play anymore,” mocked another.
“The geek’s all tuckered out,” someone laughed. “But we only just started!” A
low chuckle interrupted anything else he was going to say. The bullies looked
down at the small bundle that was unwinding itself to stand with a fluid grace
Yugi’s never shown before.
“Your game is dull, there’s no challenge to it.” The voice was deeper, more
confident. “You’re boring.”
The leader scowled. “Say that again, half-pint! You’re only making it worse for
yourself!”
“I said you’re boring, you piece of trash.”
“Now you’re really gonna get it!” The bigger teen snatched the front of Yugi’s
uniform. A bolt of smothering frost shot through the boy’s senses, his
instincts screamed ‘Danger!’ and made the hair all over his body stand on end,
then crimson eyes cut right through his being. He released the smaller male in
a hurry and backed away, to the confusion of his followers. “You’re not
Yugi...”
A vicious smirk crossed Not-Yugi’s lips. “Let’s play a new game, my rules.” He
held a hand above his head, the red irises flashed like a demon’s. “Shadow
Realm!”
Darkness.
***** Episode 01: The New Kids on the Block *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for how long this took. Real Life has been pretty horrid, also
     I'm currently lacking in a Beta. XP Hopefully I caught all of the
     mistakes. *lol*
She was lean, willowy even. Leather bracers hugged delicate wrists almost as
well as the form-fitting leather pants that caressed her long legs. Big boots
adorned small feet, and a thick belt collar rested on a swan-like neck. To the
disappointment of several guys, a leather jacket with plenty of zippers and
buckles hid the rest of her form. It was because of that that they bothered
looking higher up.
Her hair was crazy but somehow suited her sweet, cherubic face. Long strands
were spiked in a halo around her head; the base ends a deep black that melted
into a bright red at the tips. The spikes that filled the role of her bangs
framed radiant violet eyes with their golden brilliance.
Kurt watched as Duncan, the handsome blond-haired and blue-eyed captain of the
football team, tried to put the moves on the new girl. She looked uncomfortable
at his insistent attention and held her books close to her chest.
“No need see breachers, juss homeroom,” Kurt heard her say with a thick Asian
accent as he came within hearing range. Her voice sounded a little deep, but
that could have been because of how soft she was speaking.
“That’s bleachers, baby doll, and there’s plenty of time before that. Let me
show you around.”
“Hey, Duncan, Vilson’s looking for you,” Kurt shouted. The blond looked away
from the petite girl.
“Wilson? What’s he want now?” He winked at her as he straightened his letter
jacket. “I’ll catch you later, babe.” She breathed a sigh of relief as he left.
Kurt walked over to the harassed girl. “You okay?”
“Yes, sank you.”
“Sorry about Duncan, he can be overbearing.” Kurt grinned and she smiled back.
“I see sat. Do you know where find Mista Dawson?”
“Yeah, he’s my homeroom teacher. I’ll show you there. By the vay, I’m Kurt
Vagner.” He attempted a clumsy half-bow for both her benefit and the fact that
he couldn’t afford to touch anyone. The normal black-haired, dark-eyed German
boy everyone saw was a false image created by a portable hologram-inducer made
to look like a wristwatch. In reality, Kurt was covered in fine blue fur. He
couldn’t shake hands not only because of his fuzziness, but he only had three
thick fingers.
“Yugi Muto,” she said while bowing in a smooth motion from the hips.
“Class isn’t for another twenty minutes, vant to meet some of my friends?
Kitty’s in the same homeroom.”
“Yes. I rike to meeting osers,” Yugi said with another smile.
A short tour through the halls soon found them in the courtyard where students
often ate lunch outside. Kurt escorted Yugi to a table where two girls and a
boy were already seated. Yugi stepped closer to Kurt, feeling weary. All three
looked like the popular preppy kids, and those were always the cruelest in
their teasing. “Don’t vorry,” said Kurt. “These guys are real cool, trust me.”
“Who’s your friend, Kurt?” questioned the only male in the trio. He was a tall
brunet with an athletic build and he wore ruby-lens glasses on his clean shaven
face.
“Yugi, this is Scott Summers.” He nodded towards Scott, and then looked to a
redhead who was an attractive female of the same age. Her hair fell pass her
shoulders and went well with the red lipstick she wore. “That’s Jean Grey, and
that’s—”
“Like, hey!” greeted a perky brunette, cutting off Kurt. It was easy to see
that she had a bright and bouncy personality. Her high-ponytail danced with
every movement and all her clothes were of the latest trends. “Kitty Pryde at
your service! Where’d you like, get your hair done? It’s totally out there!”
Yugi took a moment to figure out what Kitty had meant before answering. “Hair
is naturaru.”
“Like no way!”
Well if that didn’t scream mutant then nothing did. But if she only had a
physical mutation or had developed any special abilities was a different
matter.
“Coming through!” bellowed a boy just before a skateboard landed on the table.
Papers and books were sent flying over the edges as the occupants scrambled
away in a hurry.
“Hey! Watch it!” Scott shouted as he dived off the bench seat with Jean. Jean’s
head snapped up to lock on Yugi. She felt something just below the surface
rumble and spike, but it was just as quickly gone.
“Evan, you dork!” Kitty yelled in suit, returning the moment to normal.
Evan Daniels was a young black American in his freshman year at Bayville High.
His hair was bleached blond and done in the crew-cut style. He wore a big tee-
shirt advertising his favorite band with the sleeves rolled up, and baggy cargo
shorts with sneakers. At the moment he was laughing at the disgruntled
expressions on his friends’ faces. “You should see yourselves!”
“Evan that was a dangerous thing to do,” Jean reprimanded with a shaking
finger. “You could have hurt someone.”
“And you totally scared Yugi,” Kitty said with a scowl on her pretty face. “You
need to like, apologize right now!”
“A-Am fine, rearry.” The small girl waved her hands as if to ward off the
attention that was suddenly on her. Evan checked out the new addition to their
group.
“Cool threads, but aren’t you warm in that?” It was a fair question. It was a
humid day and without a breeze it was on the stifling side.
“Now I am oussides, yes.” Yugi unzipped the heavy leather and slipped it off,
immediately folding the bulky coat into quarters. “Eh?” Yugi blinked at the
wide eyes now staring at him.
“Like, oh my god! You’re a boy?!” shouted Kitty.
“Yes.” The jacket had made Yugi look tinier than he really was. Without it they
could see his broadening shoulders, muscled arms, and defined chest that his
black tank top and black mesh halter didn’t do much of anything to hide.
Kurt’s snickers broke the momentary silence. “Oh man! Duncan vas putting the
moves on him!” Scott and Kitty began laughing as well, Scott’s fist banging on
the table. Jean was hiding her giggles behind her slim hand.
“That’s so priceless!” Evan howled. “Why couldn’t I have seen that?”
Yugi’s cheeks went pink. “You sought I am girru?”
“Sorry,” Kurt managed to say after a moment. “It vas a misunderstanding!”
The bell rang, and Yugi never felt so relieved to hear it in his life. He knew
this had to only be the prologue to the torments he would come to suffer in
this new school. At least back home in Domino no one had ever mistaken him for
a girl.
The petite boy held his things in his arms. “Purease show way to crass.”
“Sure thing,” Kurt agreed, still grinning.
Talks about the new student were all over the school by the time homeroom
started, with conflicting reports about said student’s reproductive organs,
which Yugi quickly began to put to rest when he was introduced to his homeroom.
“I. Am. Boy.”
It was a very clear message.
Unfortunately, in Kurt’s opinion, they didn’t share any other classes until
after lunch. So as soon as the lunch bell rang Kurt went off to find his new
friend. Even more unfortunate was where he found him.
Yugi was cheerfully sitting at the same table as Bayville High’s bullies,
carrying on a conversation about something called Gun-dam.
“No way! Wing was totally the best series!” argued Lance Alvers, a tall boy
with shaggy brown hair and dark eyes. Yugi shook his head in disagreement.
“Rike originaru betta.”
“Nuthin’s better than Zechs! He was da man!”
“Char was originaru Sex.” Pietro Maximoff, a silver-hair pretty boy sitting
next to Yugi, choked on his milk.
“Whatdidyoujustsay?!” The teen’s eyes were bulging in horror and surprise at
the petite male. Lance had his hand over his face. It was hard to tell if he
was in pain or trying not to laugh.
“It’s a hard ‘z’ sound, Yug,” Lance tried to correct.
“Sat’s whas I said. Sex.”
“Zechs! It’s Zechs!”
“Outta the way, dweeb.”
“Hey!” Kurt found himself thrust aside by Freddy ‘the Blob’ Dukes, the
literally largest bully in the school by several hundred pounds.
“Ha ha! Loser!” Todd ‘Toad’ Tolansky hopped by on Freddy’s heels. He stuck out
his slimy tongue and blew a raspberry at Kurt for good measure. They sat at the
table, interrupting the conversation when Freddy slammed down his overloaded
tray of cafeteria food. The two chairs Freddy grabbed to sit on strained under
the young man’s weight, screeching in their metal and plastic agony.
“You guys talkin’ ‘bout them cartoons again?” Freddy questions just before
digging into his mountain of mashed potatoes.
“Hey, Kurt, what are doing way over here?” Scott approached his younger friend
and followed the trail of the disguised mutant’s gaze. He scowled as his eyes
landed on Lance, who he bore a grudge against. He quickly noticed what had
Kurt’s concern. “How’d Yugi get mixed up with them already?”
“They’re talking about cartoons, I think.”
Kurt couldn’t see it happen, not with those special-made sunglasses on Scott’s
face for his ‘eye condition,’ but he saw how his brow furrowed just so between
his eyes like he was focusing his gaze. “They’re being too familiar to have
just met him today.”
“Huh?” The disguised blue mutant shifted his attention back on the group.
Beneath the hologram Kurt’s pointed ears twitched. The noise level in the
cafeteria was as high as ever but he was still able to make out what was being
said. The group wasn’t talking about cartoons anymore.
“Could ask Yami-kun if he wans to, bus can’t rearry puromiss anyting.” Yugi’s
voice was hesitant and the Japanese boy looked uncomfortable.
“I know, man,” Lance said while pouring on the charm. “But you know how it is,
yeah? We gotta do this.”
Yugi nodded and seemed to be drooping like a wilting flower. “But steering is
steering.”
Kurt frowned. He was having trouble figuring out what Yugi was saying. The
other boy wasn’t as versed in English as himself, which was beginning to be a
problem. However, he couldn't make out much more than that when the volume in
the room rose again.
The young German went to sit with his friends from the Xavier’s School for the
Gifted, as usual. Jean, Kitty, and Evan were already there. He was worried
about Yugi, but he knew they had last period together. He would try to talk to
him then. Yugi seemed much too sweet to stay in the company of the likes of
Lance and his friends.
“Hey, Kurt, weren’t you bringing Yugi over?” Kitty asked after he took his
seat.
“He’s sitting somevhere else today.”
Scott’s tray hit the table harder than was necessary. “He’s with the
Brotherhood.” His less than happy tone was eclipsed by the gasps of the others.
“Who’s with the Brotherhood?” questioned a Southern drawl. It was Anna-Marie
D’Ancato, who threatened a painful death if you called her any form of that
instead of Rogue. She was the final member of their group from the Xavier
School. Her skin was ghostly pale and she had short auburn hair that hung to
her chin. Her white bangs were too long and they were constantly in her face,
not that she planned on changing it. She was wearing her favorite dark purple
lipstick and eyeshadow. She also wore her usual Goth outfit that consisted of a
black halter top, a sheer green blouse, a black leather skirt with black
leggings, and big buckle boots in the same color scheme. On her neck was a
large silver-studded black leather choker that matched her black leather
gloves, which were studded along the wrists.
“Like, your fellow goth-punk-type person over there, the one I told you about,”
Kitty answered, pointing at Yugi from over her shoulder. The two girls were
roommates and often gossiped whenever they were together, usually gym class and
lunch on school days.
“Dayum, he is short in that adorable plushie way.” Rogue took a seat between
Kitty and Kurt, while Evan laughed at her description.
Scott gave Kitty a look even through his glasses. “You described him as an
adorable plushie?”
“Well, he is,” the perky girl defended. “He’s, like, all fluffy.” She glared
over her shoulder towards the Brotherhood table. “And he totally doesn’t belong
over there.”
“Ah’ll talk with him,” Rogue offered as she tore off a piece of bread roll to
dip in the gravy of her mashed potatoes. “He can’t know what he’s gotten
himself into.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Jean objected in a low voice. Everyone focused on
her as she continued. “This morning when Evan pulled that stunt of his, I felt
something from him.”
“Whatcha mean?” Evan pressed.
“It’s hard to describe,” the redhead replied. “It was gone almost as soon as I
had noticed it, a sort of…” Her voice trailed off as she tried to find the
words. “It was dark.”
“That’s, like, totally creepy,” Kitty complained.
“What do you mean dark?” Scott inquired. “Like a dark room, or dark like a
void?”
“No, not like either of those. The best I can say is at that moment, for that
split second, it was like a shadow was obscuring my senses. Like a thundercloud
had suddenly eclipsed the sun.”
“That’s so weird,” Evan quipped before he stuffed the last of his burger into
his mouth.
Kurt frowned and leaned back in his seat. “It has to be like vith Rogue,” he
interjected after a moment. “He must not know the truth.”
“I hope you’re right, Kurt,” Scott said with a grim voice.
To Kurt’s dismay, he found out soon enough that while Yugi shared Algebra I
with Kitty and Chemistry with Jean in the morning, that he also had classes
with Lance, Todd, and Pietro. Granted, the blue mutant didn’t think Lance
actually went to Literature, but Pietro and Todd definitely went to gym more
often than not.
Who knew what those guys would tell Yugi, or what influence they could have on
the Japanese teenager, when there was no one around to provide a buffer.
The final class of the day was World Cultures with Mister Forrest. He was a
nice man, but he wasn't the best teacher if you actually wanted to learn
anything. His idea of teaching was usually telling everyone to pick a subject
to self-study, then turn in a report about it at the end of the week. Mister
Forrest's teaching style did give Kurt his needed chance to talk to Yugi,
though.
Kurt grinned as he caught Yugi’s attention then joined the smaller boy at his
desk, pulling up a spare chair to sit across from him. “How has your day been?”
“It's ben werru. Yours?”
“Same.”
Kurt was getting nervous now that he was going to confront Yugi about his
sitting with the bullies of the school. But surely Yugi had no idea about their
reputation. It was pretty obvious that his grasp of English was still shaky. If
anyone had tried to tell him earlier, he may not have understood. Even if
others had tried to talk to Yugi about it, there was no way anyone could have
given the new student the whole story.
Lance, Todd, Pietro, and Freddy were all part of the mutant group known as the
Brotherhood. They were led by Magneto, a powerful mutant who could control
metal through the forces of magnetism. The man hated normal humans, and his
goal was to have his chosen mutants rule the world. The man was ruthless in his
goals, and he had no qualms killing anyone who got in his way or who he saw as
unworthy of continued living. Kurt was certain if he told Yugi about the real
Brotherhood then the Japanese teen would hightail it from the group.
“I vas vondering vhen you had met Alvers.”
“Rance? We stay in same purace.”
Kurt’s thoughts came to a crashing halt. Yugi was staying at the Brotherhood
house? There was only way that Yugi would be staying there. He had to have
active powers, and the Brotherhood must have recruited him for his usefulness
towards their cause.
“R-Really?” he said after a moment in an attempt to cover up his surprise and
instant concern. “I hadn’t heard anyone new moved there.”
“Um, two of us?” Yugi said as a question instead of an answer, as if he was
unsure of something.
Two of them? The Brotherhood had another mutant recruit? Were they in this
school, too?
“Vho is the other? Do they come here?” His mind was starting to race now, and
his tail twitched under the hologram. Was Yugi what he seemed? Was he really
just a nice guy who doesn't know he’s in the wrong crowd? Could he be trying to
trick Kurt and his fellows?
Was Yugi the enemy?
“A furiend, and uh, not rearry?” Again, Yugi didn’t seem to be sure of his own
words, but the reason for that wasn’t clear. If Yugi was only pretending in
order to get into their good graces, wouldn’t he be more concrete in what he
was telling them? Wouldn’t he had lied about where he lives? Why would he say
there were two of them if the Brotherhood had wanted to hide that?
Yugi looked uncomfortable with their conversation. Kurt couldn’t tell if it was
because Yugi was hiding something, or if he was just confused. The disguised
mutant grinned and changed the subject. “Vhat games do you like to play?”
Yugi’s answering smile beamed at him, making him lose his breath for a moment.
Could someone lying to them really have such a sincere smile?
“Dueru Monsuters!”
“What’s Due-Dueru Monsuters?”
The rest of the class was spent with Yugi teaching Kurt all about the card
game, Duel Monsters he found was the proper pronunciation in English, with
great enthusiasm. Several other classmates joined in, some who already played
and a few who were totally new to it like Kurt was. It ended up being a
surprisingly fun and educational period.
Nonetheless, Kurt was no closer to figuring Yugi out nor had he been able to
glean anymore information off of him. What could the Brotherhood be up to?
The bell rang and everyone began to file out of the room, either heading home
or to club rooms. The German boy cut Yugi off before the smaller teen could
leave as well. “H-hey, vhat are you doing next?”
“I am meeting wiss Rance, Sodd, Fureddy, and Pieturo to go home.”
“Can you hang out for a vhile first? You can see vhere I live at the Xavier’s
Institute.”
“Savier’s?”
Kurt nodded with a big grin plastered on. He was ignoring the little voice in
the back of his head that was warning him that the others wouldn’t appreciate
the surprise visit, but he had to at least try and get Yugi away from the
Brotherhood, even if only to confirm whose side he was on. “Yeah, me and my
friends live at a bordering school called Xavier’s School for the Gifted, or
the Xavier Institute as a lot of people call it.”
“Gifuted? How nice for you!” Yugi’s smile was bright like sunlight. He was
genuinely pleased at Kurt’s fortune. “Bus cannot go suday, made puromiss.
Sumorrow?”
“Uh, yeah, tomorrow!” At least now Kurt could warn the others. “Tomorrow vould
be great.”
Yugi smiled more, but a flash of worry crossed his wide eyes. “Wagnaru-kun, do
you know Risaachu and Deberupment Senta?” Yugi flinched suddenly. “S-Sorry,
muss go. See you sumorrow!” Yugi ran out of the room before Kurt could stop
him.
“Vhat vas he trying to ask…?”
~*~
The ride home in the corvette was as noisy as always. It was bound to happen
with too many teenagers crammed into a small space. Scott yelled at Kitty and
Evan to stop bickering, and Rogue pretended she wasn’t present at all. Jean
looked like she was fighting a headache.
Kurt sighed and kept running over his conversation with Yugi. He just couldn’t
figure out what the smaller boy had been trying to say.
“Like, what has you so depressed?” Kitty asked over the sound of the wind.
“I think Yugi’s in trouble.” That got everyone’s attention, and he explained
what had happened in World Cultures. By the time he had finished, Scott had
pulled the car up to the Xavier’s Institute and parked in the garage.
“This sounds serious,” Scott acknowledged in a somber tone.
“Who could the other mutant be?” Kitty wondered. “If there was another new kid,
like the whole school would’ve known.”
“Maybe he’s supposed to be attending but isn’t. You know, skipping,” Rouge
suggested. “And he doesn’t plan on coming ever. Not that blame him, school can
be pretty lame.”
The teenagers climbed out of the car and headed inside of the enormous Xavier
Institute where they were greeted by Charles Xavier himself in the manor’s
grandiose foray. The bald, middle-aged man was sitting in his wheelchair at the
base of the long stairway to the second floor. “Jean tells me there is much for
us to speak about.”
Jean walked ahead of the group. “Were you able to find anything, Professor?”
“I did. It seems young Muto is the mutant signature Cerebro had picked up weeks
ago, but had been unable to get a lock on. He’s from Domino, Chuo, Tokyo, Japan
where he lived with his parents and paternal grandfather. No record to his
person. Unfortunately, I have yet to discover how he came to be in the
Brotherhood, or what his specific power could be.”
“If the Brotherhood grabbed him, you can bet it’s dangerous,” Scott remarked.
“Kurt says there’s a second mutant. Anything about that?”
“A second one?” Xavier shook his head. “No, I’m afraid not. Whoever it is, they
haven’t used their powers yet.”
Kurt jumped ahead of the others. “Professor, I don’t think Yugi’s knows vhat
he’s gotten mixed up in! I vant to talk to him before ve do anything!”
“Calm down, Kurt,” Xavier said with a small smile to soothe the boy, “we won’t
do anything unnecessary.”
“I’d like ta talk to him, too, Professor,” Rogue chimed in, coming to stand
next to blue and fuzzy. “He really don’t seem the kind to purposely git mixed
in with the Brotherhood.” Xavier nodded at her words then spoke to all of them.
“As I have not had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Muto, if all of you would allow
me your point-of-views?”
Over the next few minutes he used his telepathy to see into the memories of his
students. By all appearances, Yugi was an open and friendly sixteen-year-old.
His words and actions were honest and without ulterior motives. Then he felt
the shadow that Jean had first experienced that morning and he began to
understand her concern. “How very strange,” he commented to himself more than
to the others as he pulled his consciousness back into his mind. “Either Mr.
Muto should consider a career in politics, are there is something more going
on.”
“Hey, Professor, Kurt, could I like hear how Yugi said the gibberish thing?”
Kitty stared directly at Kurt since it was his memory on the table. The German
nodded.
“Sure, go ahead. Share it vith everyone, Professor.”
Once the slice of memory had been trickled to the brunette and the rest, Kitty
began to pace as she rolled the words around her head. “Hmm…”
Evan crossed his arms and closed his eyes as he thought. “You know, that last
word sort of sounds like Center, like in the Youth Center.”
“I agree,” Jean said as she attempted to figure out the rest.
“Doesn’t the R like, replace the L for Japanese?” Kitty asked no one in
particular. “But Leeshaacchu makes no sense either. Darn it, I should’ve paid
more attention to those guys in the anime club.”
Rogue tried testing the theory with the first word but she couldn’t say
anything that made sense to them. “Damn it,” she cursed under her breath. “This
is gitting us nowhere.”
“I should sit this one out,” Kurt said after a moment. While he was fluent in
English, this kind of exercise was hard on him since it wasn’t his native
tongue.
“Where’s Professor Logan when we need him?” Scott complained. “He actually
knows Japanese.”
“He’s currently on a mission,” Xavier explained. “I don’t wish to distract him
if it can be helped.”
“Deberupment…” Kitty mumbled several times to get a feel for it. “Debelupment.”
Her pink lips pursed at the almost familiar syllables. “Debelupment…?” Her brow
wrinkled. “Wait a sec. De-be-lup-ment… Starts with De and ends in Ment…” Her
blue eyes widened in sudden realization. “Development! It’s research and
development center! He must have meant the Bayville Research and Development
Center!”
“What could they possibly want from there?” Jean asked in bewilderment.
“Whatever their goal, do your best to stop them,” ordered Xavier. “It may
already be too late, but find out what you can.”
The group dispersed to change from their normal clothes into their various X-
Men uniforms for what would definitely be a battle ahead of them. Xavier,
however, stopped Rogue from going. “Remain here, Rogue. We don’t know who this
second mutant could be, or what his and Mr. Muto’s powers are. This secrecy
could be part of a more nefarious plan.”
The goth hated being left out of the battle, but nodded. It wouldn’t be the
first time the Brotherhood had wanted to manipulate her for her absorption
powers. “Yes, Professor.”
The X-Men arrived at the Bayville Research and Development Center and swiftly
made their way onto the property. The BRDC wasn’t cut off from the public like
a lot of other similar centers were because it also housed a learning center,
so it had no fence to bar their way, but it was a stretch from the parking lot
to the front door down a long path that ran up a hill.
Lance was the first Brotherhood mutant they spotted as they crested the ridge.
The moonlight glinted off his silver battle armor and dome, glass-like helmet.
Just behind him was Todd crouched on all fours, the curved hunchback of his
grey armor made him look even more like his codename Toad.
It was worrying that they couldn’t see where Freddy, Pietro, or Yugi were. Then
they heard the distinct click and clack of the building’s gates sliding open.
In a whirlwind, Pietro, codename Quicksilver, appeared next to Lance. The
moonshine made his blue spandex and white armor practically glow.
“All’sready,let’sgo!Hey!” Pietro pointed a finger at the approaching group.
“We’vegotcompany!”
“Yup.” Lance cracked his knuckles. “We sure do. You guys get to it, we’ll
handle this just as planned.”
“Savesomeforme!” With that, Quicksilver was off in a flash.
“Hey, wait up, yo!” Toad leapt after him in a hurry.
“Not so fast!” Jean threw out a hand and “caught” Todd in midair with her
telekinesis.
“Hey! Not fair! Lemme go!” He flailed his limbs to no avail.
Lance stretched his arms out in front of him and widened his stance, which
Scott responded to in kind by placing a hand on the side of his visor. Kitty
rested a hand on Kurt’s shoulder. “You look for Yugi. Spyke and I will see what
they’re up to inside.” Evan winked to Kurt as he and Kitty rushed to the
building just as they had decided earlier, but no sooner than the pair had
broken off from the main group Jean yelped in surprise and dropped Todd. The
toad-like mutant scrambled to the building in a few short hops.
“Jean!” Scott didn’t dare turn his gaze from Lance. He knew as soon as he did,
then the other teenager would activate his geokinesis. The last thing they
needed was an earthquake or flying rocks. His codename was Avalanche for a good
reason.
“I-I’m fine,” she claimed as she gave her head a quick shake to clear it. “I
was taken by surprise.”
“By what?”
“There was some kind of shadow that wrapped around my mind. I think it was
Yugi.”
Kurt’s ears perked and he scanned the area for the petite mutant, but his
yellow gaze couldn’t find the Japanese teen. A cloud picked that moment to
cover the moon.
“Hey!” bellowed Evan, followed by a startled cry from Kitty. Evan came
scuttling back with strange black spheres bursting at his heels. Kitty must
have gotten past them with her ability to phase through matter. “Dammit!” A
bony spike grew out of his arm, and he slashed at the globes chasing him. “Go
away!”
His bone spear hit. The orb exploded and shattered the barb. “Shit!” He
released the broken bone and grew three new ones in its place. “This is getting
way beyond annoying!” He swiped out with his improvised claw to keep the rest
of the balls from touching him directly.
A low laugh grabbed everybody’s attention. From the shadows stepped out a lean
figure. At first glance the person looked like Yugi, but this guy held himself
taller. And while their spiky hair was similar, he had bolts of blond that
streaked through the black. But the biggest difference was in the eyes; they
were red like rubies, and where Yugi’s violet eyes were kind, this man’s eyes
were piercing.
“Shit, man,” cursed Lance, “were you there the entire time? I was wondering
where the hell you were!”
“Pardon me, Avalanche,” the other male answered in flawless English. He
strutted up to Lance like he owned the world. “Save your energy, I have things
here.” He was juggling several of the globes as he walked. The bigger male
stepped back.
“Careful with those things. Don’t they blow up?”
“When I want them to. Return.” The black orbs that had been harassing Evan went
flying to the stranger to join the ones he was already juggling.
The moon came back out and they had their first good look at the Yugi look-
alike. His armor was white and blue with a navy cape. He also wore golden leg
guards, armbands and gauntlets, neck and chest guards, and one shoulder guard
that curved like a wing. A golden forehead protector that looked like a giant
eye completed the ensemble. “You lot must be the X-Men. Allow me to introduce
myself, you may call me Pharaoh.”
Crimson eyes landed on Jean. “I should warn you that I’m also a telepath, Miss
Grey. You’re a strong one, but I’ve dealt with stronger before. You don’t have
the experience to fight me.”
“What the hell’s with the trash talk,” snarled Evan. “Show the loser what you
can do, Jean!”
“I-I’m trying…!” The red head stumbled as if something was physically pressing
down on her from above.
Pharaoh switched to juggling with one hand so he could rest his other one on a
cocked hip. “Are you having trouble standing?” Some of the balls began to merge
together without him ever changing his motions. “I see. Your specialty is your
telekinesis.”
“Get out of my head!” she screamed.
At that moment a beam of red light and several bone spikes shot out at Pharaoh,
but with nary a blink two of the shadowy globs took flight. Both expanded like
gaping maws and swallowed the attacks before disappearing in a blink.
“No effin’ way,” Spyke gasped.
“What was that?” was Scott’s stunned response.
“It’s called talent, Cyclops,” Pharaoh purred. “Or do you prefer Mr. Summers?”
He received a glower in answer, but it only made him laugh.
Kurt couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed either. This Pharaoh guy
didn’t look any older than them, but he seemed to be a lot more experienced and
accustomed to battle. Where did this guy come from? Who was he?
“However, this isn’t sporting at all,” Pharaoh complained. Every dark globe
consolidated into a single, large ball before disappearing in a whirl. “Let’s
even this out. I won’t use my shadows until I get bored.” He motioned with both
hands. “Come at me.”
The blue mutant’s jaw dropped. He looked to Avalanche, silently asking, “Is
this guy for real?” The geokinetic mutant shrugged.
“I was told to let him do what he wanted.”
“You’re asking for it!” Evan charged in with more bone spikes at the ready.
“Spyke, no!” Cyclops called out urgently. “He has to be up to something!”
“Haah!” Evan lashed out with his improvised bone claws, only to have them
grabbed by Pharaoh. Suddenly, the bleached blond found himself flying through
the air. “Hey!” Instinctively he grew more spikes just before he slammed into a
tree…and stuck to it upside-down.
Kurt knew that in martial arts smaller fighters could take on bigger ones, but
he didn’t think it would enable such a skinny person to throw someone as solid
as Evan overhead. “Vhoa.”
“Surely you X-Men have more than that to give,” Pharaoh jested over Lance’s
laughter. “Oh, should I let the lady go?”
“Ah!” Jean cried out and stumbled into Scott when she was released from the
invisible hold.
The fuzzy mutant knew he had to at least try something. He bamfed directly
above Pharaoh to jump him by surprise, and was tugged down fast enough to make
his head spin. “Oof!”
“Good try.” Crimson eyes stared hard at Kurt. “You’re the one Yugi likes, the
Nightcrawler. Kurt Vagner, wasn’t it?”
“Um, yes. Ve are friends.” This Pharaoh person was making him nervous. The grip
in his suit was like steel. “I just vant to talk. You don’t have to do this.”
“I know very well what I can and cannot do or have to do, blue one.” He brought
up his other hand to caress Kurt’s soft furred cheek. “I admit, I do see the
appeal.”
“Uh, vhat?” Something about this was wrong. Very, very wrong.
“I shall steal a kiss.” With that, Pharaoh leaned in and stole Kurt’s lips.
The clearing fell quiet in shock. Even Evan, who was still upside-down on the
tree, had stopped complaining and was staring wide-eyed at the display in front
of him. Everyone present had gone slack-jawed.
Kurt’s brain was frozen and running in overdrive simultaneously. It never
occurred to him that someone would try to kiss him against his will. It felt
good and bad. He felt hot; he was burning from shame, embarrassment, and
arousal. His fur was standing on end and he could intimately feel the breeze
running through each strand.
Pharaoh’s lips were smooth and soft and gently moving against his own. He
tasted of something unfamiliar and almost sweet but also bitter.
Then the moment was over and Kurt sank to the grass. His yellow eyes were wide
and tears had formed in the corners.
That had been his first kiss.
Pharaoh gracefully dodged the red laser fire that Scott shot at him. The
expression on the young leader’s face was beyond mad, he was enraged. Blast
after blast gorged into the earth and damaged trees, but not a single one came
near the offending mutant.
“Hey, watch it!” screamed Evan when a red beam came too close to him.
Pharaoh laughed. “Just retract your spines, you’ll drop.”
“Oh. Yeah.” He released his spikes and fell. Jean caught him with her
telekinesis before he could hit his head. “Thanks, Jean!”
“Shit!” Lance evaded a few of the optic lasers as well. “Calm down, dumbass!”
Jean brought Spyke and Nightcrawler into what she hoped was the safe zone.
Cyclops was concentrating on Pharaoh, who looked like he was having fun
prancing around like a ballet dancer. He gave the impression like he had some
serious training in the area. “Kurt, are you okay?” questioned the concerned
redhead.
“Yeah, man, you alright? I can’t believe that sick jerk kissed you like that!”
added Evan.
Kurt nodded numbly. He was still having trouble wrapping his head around what
he had experienced.
Quicksilver ran up to Avalanche. He was holding a small burlap sack in his
hands. “Igotit!Let’sgo!”
“Ack! Help! Someone help me, yo! She’s gone nuts! Mad cow disease!” Todd came
hopping over the hill, on the run from a drenched Kitty Pryde holding a crowbar
of all things.
“Fall back, we’re done here,” shouted Avalanche.
“You’re not going anywhere,” the infuriated X-man leader bellowed with another
round of optic blasts at Pharaoh. The dark-skinned youth smoothly tumbled away
like a Chinese acrobat.
“Au contraire,” he responded with a perfect French accent. He threw out a hand,
and suddenly the entire area was cast in darkness. “Au revoir.”
The Brotherhood mutants quickly made their getaway while the X-Men were
disoriented by the inky fog. Scott’s lasers didn’t even light it up. Jean tried
to use her telepathy to calm her friends, but it was like trying to yell
through a concrete wall.
Then just as it had fallen on them, the shadow disappeared without warning.
“What the hell was that?” Kitty demanded, still brandishing the crowbar.
“That would have been Pharaoh,” answered Jean, who was rubbing her temples with
both hands. “He’s one of their new members, and he’s powerful.”
“The bastard just handed us our asses,” Evan added with an angry snarl.
“Like, great.” She finally dropped the oversized tool and started to wring out
her wet hair. “And I couldn’t stop Quicksilver or Toad from getting whatever
they got. They like, knew exactly where it was!”
“We better report back to the Professor immediately,” Scott said after a moment
of silence. His eyes were burning behind his visor from the strain of overuse,
too much in too short a time.
The brunet made his way over to Kurt and held a hand down to him. “You okay
after that?”
“Y-yeah.” He took Scott’s offered hand and regained his feet.
“Wait, like what happened?” Kitty inquired, instantly worried. “Is Kurt
injured?”
“You won’t believe it, Kitty,” Evan filled in. “That Pharaoh bastard just
grabbed him and kissed him!”
“What?!”
~*~
At the Brotherhood Manor, an entirely different conversation was to take place.
Todd and Freddy, who had been relaxing and eating chips all night, had found
excuses to make themselves scarce. Pietro had randomly tossed the sack to Yugi,
so he could take his version of a long shower. Lance was keeping to himself in
the corner of the room, which was the cleanest it had ever been since they
began living there. The place still looked rundown, but it was no longer a dump
due to the efforts of their helpful, conscientious newcomer. Yugi handed over
the bag to the true leader of the group.
Magneto, in his Imperial red and Byzantium purple armor, pulled out and
examined the gold box that the teenagers were able to claim from the research
facility. It was decorated in the ancient Egyptian tradition, and had
hieroglyphics inscribed all over it.
“What’s in it?” the still damp silver-haired youth asked, gazing up at the
white-haired man. If anyone ever noticed that they looked alike, they would be
on the mark. Pietro was the infamous Magneto’s son, and surviving eldest child.
“It’s not for you to know right now.” The box was placed back in the simple bag
they had used for the robbery. “Good job for not failing me.” The boy beamed up
at the praise. “I added a little something extra to your house account, use it
wisely.”
The man turned his attention to Yugi. “Is Pharaoh awake?” he questioned in
accented Japanese. Yugi shook his head.
“He wens to sureep soon afser we gos here, was borudo.”
Magneto chuckled without any real humor behind the sound. “Tell him he did an
excellent job of distracting those brats.”
“Yes, sirru.”
Soon after, Magneto left the group of young mutants. Yugi didn’t really like
the man, he made his skin crawl, but the one who shared his skin assured him
that he would never let anything happen between them. Yami, the one that the
Brotherhood acknowledged as Pharaoh, had indeed been awake. He had used the
meetings as a chance to further study the one called Magneto. The mutant’s way
of interacting with his son was telling of many of the man’s traits, but he
knew it would only be scratching the surface.
Yugi said his goodnights and went to his room to change into a pair of pajamas.
Now that business had been taken care of, he had a few things to say to his
counterpart. He lay down on the bed and dove into his mind until he reached
what Yami called their Soul Room.
The Soul Room looked much like Yugi’s room back in Japan with a bed, bedside
table, dresser, and study desk. Here though, everything was covered in toys and
games. The view outside of the window changed depending on Yugi’s mood and
strongest thoughts. Right now, it looked like the clearing outside of the
Bayville Research and Development Center.
Also in the Room, Yami’s appearance was different from that of the outside
world. Yugi’s body displayed some changes when Yami was in control, but not to
the extent either would have preferred. Here, he was visibly older with his
skin a dark bronze against his white tunic and he was over a foot taller. Their
hair remained similar in style and color, but Yami’s were in darker shades. It
was really only the eyes that properly reflected his true form outside of the
Room.
Yami, who had taken a seat on Yugi’s bed, knew what was coming. “My Queen, you
look displeased.”
“Don’t you ‘my Queen’ me.” The small male marched up to him on bare feet,
although the glare that was directed at him looked more like a pout. “That was
an awful thing you did!”
“It was but a kiss,” the man defended with a wave of his hand. “And no one was
really injured, just as I had promised.”
“You are not to brush this off,” Yugi demanded. “Vagner-kun was very nice to
me, and you went and sexually assaulted him!”
Yami cupped Yugi’s face with both of his dark hands. “I apologize for upsetting
you, my Queen. I will not touch him again without your permission.” The teen’s
face went bright red and was almost a match for the scarlet in his hair.
“G-good, and you better apologize to him next time you meet.”
“I promise.” He nuzzled the burning cheeks.
Yugi accepted his words and sighed, then he sat on the man’s lap. Yami’s arms
wrapped around him in a hug, and his chin rested on the teen’s head. “How long
do we have to stay here? I don’t really mind Lance, Todd, Freddy, or Pietro but
what that Magneto guy makes them do and how he treats them pisses me off. It’s
wrong.”
“Only for a while, aibou. This I also promise you.”
“But how long?” Yugi whined. He shifted so he could look him in the eye. Yami
smiled and rubbed their noses together.
“The box we got today, there are two more like it.”
“Once we have them we can leave? What do they do? What’s inside of them?”
Crimson eyes sparkled with affection and his lips took on a teasing smile.
“You’ll just have to wait to find out.”
“Bully.” Now the fair-skinned one really was pouting. Yami couldn’t help but
kiss those pink lips.
“Am I? I feel I should earn that designation.” The man rolled them to the
middle of the bed with his companion beneath him.
Yugi squeaked. “I have school in the morning,” he protested even as skilled
hands slipped under his black tank top to rub over his abs and to pinch his
nipples. “Ahn!”
“Then I will only bully you a little.” He pushed down the tiny shorts and
wrapped his hand around the hardening cock he found. “I can’t leave you like
this, can I?”
“You really are a bully!”
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