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xp_logsShiro surprises Clarice with te news of his becoming an X-Men trainee, and they celebrate by stealing Leyu and going out for ice cream. On the way, Shiro explains to Leyu what the X-Men are. Leyu and Clarice promise to kill Shiro if he ever gets hurt on a mission.
Shiro was literally walking on air. Not just because of his talk with Professor Xavier, but because it was easier to sneak up on people that way. Slowly and stealthily floating behind Clarice, who was engrossed in whatever homework assignment she was working on, he bent over and poked her on either side. "Konban wa."
"Aiee!!" Clarice jumped, teleporting across the room. "Shiro!" she screeched, running back over to jab her finger in his chest, "Bad!"
"Shh. Other people are trying to study," he whispered loudly, grinning. "Guess what."
Narrowing her eyes suspiciously, Clarice tried to think. It wasn't her birthday. Or their two month anniversary, which she kinda thought was a stupid thing to celebrate anyways. "You got a puppy?" she guessed.
Shiro shook his head, and found himself unable to stop grinning, much less plant his feet back on the floor. "No. But I did get something."
Standing on her tip-toes to reach his shoulders, she tried to push him back to the ground. It was bad enough that she was one of the shortest girls in school, he didn't need to float above her too! "Um...not an A...or a puppy...I dunno?"
Between Clarice's pushing and his own attempts to rein in his power, Shiro finally landed. "You are dating an X-Man. Or a future X-Man, at least, if all goes according to plan."
"Really?! That's great! It's wonderful!" she squealed, hugging him tightly, then suddenly turning somewhat serious, "It's...you nuke yourself and I'm going to stab you."
"If I nuke myself, then you will be stabbing a pile of ash," he informed her good-naturedly. "I am relieved that you are excited. I was not sure how you would react. But I surely appreciate this rather than you crying about how I am inevitably going to get myself hurt."
Eyes narrowing, Clarice considered that. "If someone calls 911 and it's you, I'm NOT going to be pleased," she informed him icily. "but X-Men get hurt. I know that. And you have to explain all this to Leyu."
"If I am capable of dialing 911, then I cannot be too seriously hurt, ne? You can worry if someone has to dial it for me." Shiro bit his lip and looked pensive. "I think that I will skip over the gorier details and just present the X-Men in terms of the Justice League or something juvenile like that. If she sees the X-Men as comic book super heroes, she may not react badly."
"I didn't say you," Clarice poked him in the sternum again, "I said someone. Which means not you. Let's go get Leyu and go out!"
"Stop poking." He gathered up Clarice's books and held them in one hand, placing the other on Clarice's waist as he led her out of the library. "The weather is getting warm. I think that this merits ice cream."
"Are you sure you're not a telepath?" she asked, smiling. He'd literally read her mind. "Or am I that obvious?"
"It is as though we are sharing the ESPN," Shiro said, repeating one of Doug's jokes that he did not fully understand himself but sounded funny nonetheless.
Clarice giggled, taking her books and teleporting them back to her bed. "I scream, You scream, we all scream for ICE CREAM!" Clarice yelled into the night.
Shiro would not recommend unprepared teleportation to anyone. Clarice caught him off guard, and he stumbled when they landed in her room. "You have not even had any ice cream, and yet you are already so enthused."
"But it's ice cream, duh," Clarice threw her books down and practically dragged Shiro out of the room before stopping suddenly, turning around and kissing him thoroughly. "I forgot to kiss you."
"You were distracted by my floating giddiness," he said between kisses. "And by promises of ice cream. Although if you would like to postpone celebration of the dairy variety for a little while, I would certainly understand . . ."
"Ice cream," Clarice replied definitively, "Then...okay. I mean, we have to celebrate you deciding to get your butt shot off!"
"I can melt bullets. We do not have to worry about little metal pellets getting stuck in me." They left Clarice's suite and headed down the hall to retrieve Leyu. As they approached, they could hear some high-pitched giggling coming from inside. "Spongebob must be on," Shiro said grimly, opening the door and finding his sister sitting on the couch watching TV.
Sure enough, Spongebob was on making some asinine comment about something. "Come on, kidbit," Clarice said, bending over the little girl on the couch upside down, "Ice cream outweighs the idiot box."
"Konban wa!" she greeted Shiro and Clarice. "Ice cream? Okay!" She didn't need to be told twice. She ran back to her room to grab her sneakers, and came out a minute later. "Ready!" she said before waving bye to Nga, who had been watching with her.
Clarice turned to Shiro, hands ready, "Who drives?" she asks, prepared to do battle in the sacred, prescribed manner of paper-rock-scissors.
"I do not have a driver's license, remember? Although I might be able to manage to fly us. You two are light enough to carry."
"Right then!" Clarice grabbed a set of car keys from the pegboard and signed her name on the sign out, "Leyu! You're driving!"
"Okay!" Leyu agreed, holding her hand out for the keys and smiling sweetly.
"We are supposed to be celebrating, not getting ourselves killed," Shiro reminded Clarice, ignoring his sister, who was sticking out her tongue. He opened the rear door for Leyu, who climbed in and buckled her seatbelt. After shutting that door, he opened the driver's for Clarice.
Curtsying, Clarice climbed into the SUV, fiddling with the radio while Shiro went around to the passenger side. XM radio rocked and it provided some distraction if Shiro wasn't going to tell Leyu immediately.
"Celebrating what?" Leyu asked, cocking her head to one side in a curious manner. "Did you get a letter from your daigaku,Nii-san?"
"No, the colleges will not respond until May." Shiro glanced at Clarice and raised and eyebrow, silently asking if he should tell Leyu the truth, and how much.
Clarice shrugged, not really sure. She wasn't Leyu's mother or even her sister. "It's your choice, dude," she said quietly.
Shiro gave Clarice a light you're-no-help look, then turned around as much as he could so he could look at Leyu. He figured that it might be better to tell her here rather than the ice cream parlor, so if she threw a fit then at least people wouldn't see. "I have been accepted to train to be an X-Man," he said.
He got the initial response he'd been expecting. Leyu's eyes widened. "X-Man? Sugoi!"
Shiro couldn't help but smile, as that was his feeling, too. "Leyu-chan, it is not as wonderful as it sounds. If and when I do join the X-Men themselves, and I am sent on missions with them, there is the possibility of danger."
Of course, that made Leyu's face fall. "Danger? What do you mean?" Shiro gave Clarice another "Help me!" look, unsure of what exactly to say.
"Well, you've seen the other X-Men come back hurt," Clarice explained, but see, I'm an EMT now, so if he gets hurt, or any X-Men, I'm going to be there to make everyone better. Besides, he can't do anything until he's had training. He's just a baby X-Man."
Leyu frowned, staring at the back of Clarice's head. Well, she didn't doubt that Clarice was an expert and could fix up her brother if anything happened to him, but still, she didn't want Shiro to get hurt at all. Why would he even put himself in that situation anyway? What was the point? Shiro was going to be a super hero, and even super heroes die. Sure, lots of them come back to life, but there aren't any Dragonballs or magic silver crystals or all-powerful phoenix gods to do that in real life.
"What do you do that might make you get hurt?" she asked Shiro.
"We protect people," Shiro replied, looking back at Leyu again. "We especially protect mutants who are trouble, because they cannot always protect themselves. There are bad people in this country . . . and around the world," he added, almost as an afterthought, "Who would do bad things to mutants if they could. So we make sure that does not happen, ne?"
"The X-Men are like mutant police, the Xavier School Enforcers!" Clarice agreed, pulling into a space at the ice cream shop. As usual, it was fairly busy.
"Right," Shiro said, nodding, as he got out of the car and opened the door for Leyu. "And you know that sometimes the policemen get hurt because of the criminals. But when I am trained enough to go on missions, then I will be with other X-Men, and we will all help each other so no one gets too hurt." Putting his hand on Leyu's shoulder as the entered and got in line, he smiled down at her. "You have my promise that I will always return safely, Leyu-chan."
But Leyu wasn't convinced. Her brother was known to do stupid things, sometimes dangerously stupid. And if there was the chance that he could get some glory by doing such a dumb thing . . . But she smiled anyway, and held her arms open for a hug. "~I'll kill you if you hurt yourself,~" she whispered to him in Japanese as his arms wrapped around her. "~And Clarice-san will too, and Alex-san. So don't do it, okay?~"
"~I don't know which of you is the scariest,~" he replied, "~So I will just avoid that confrontation altogether.~"
"Good."
Shiro was literally walking on air. Not just because of his talk with Professor Xavier, but because it was easier to sneak up on people that way. Slowly and stealthily floating behind Clarice, who was engrossed in whatever homework assignment she was working on, he bent over and poked her on either side. "Konban wa."
"Aiee!!" Clarice jumped, teleporting across the room. "Shiro!" she screeched, running back over to jab her finger in his chest, "Bad!"
"Shh. Other people are trying to study," he whispered loudly, grinning. "Guess what."
Narrowing her eyes suspiciously, Clarice tried to think. It wasn't her birthday. Or their two month anniversary, which she kinda thought was a stupid thing to celebrate anyways. "You got a puppy?" she guessed.
Shiro shook his head, and found himself unable to stop grinning, much less plant his feet back on the floor. "No. But I did get something."
Standing on her tip-toes to reach his shoulders, she tried to push him back to the ground. It was bad enough that she was one of the shortest girls in school, he didn't need to float above her too! "Um...not an A...or a puppy...I dunno?"
Between Clarice's pushing and his own attempts to rein in his power, Shiro finally landed. "You are dating an X-Man. Or a future X-Man, at least, if all goes according to plan."
"Really?! That's great! It's wonderful!" she squealed, hugging him tightly, then suddenly turning somewhat serious, "It's...you nuke yourself and I'm going to stab you."
"If I nuke myself, then you will be stabbing a pile of ash," he informed her good-naturedly. "I am relieved that you are excited. I was not sure how you would react. But I surely appreciate this rather than you crying about how I am inevitably going to get myself hurt."
Eyes narrowing, Clarice considered that. "If someone calls 911 and it's you, I'm NOT going to be pleased," she informed him icily. "but X-Men get hurt. I know that. And you have to explain all this to Leyu."
"If I am capable of dialing 911, then I cannot be too seriously hurt, ne? You can worry if someone has to dial it for me." Shiro bit his lip and looked pensive. "I think that I will skip over the gorier details and just present the X-Men in terms of the Justice League or something juvenile like that. If she sees the X-Men as comic book super heroes, she may not react badly."
"I didn't say you," Clarice poked him in the sternum again, "I said someone. Which means not you. Let's go get Leyu and go out!"
"Stop poking." He gathered up Clarice's books and held them in one hand, placing the other on Clarice's waist as he led her out of the library. "The weather is getting warm. I think that this merits ice cream."
"Are you sure you're not a telepath?" she asked, smiling. He'd literally read her mind. "Or am I that obvious?"
"It is as though we are sharing the ESPN," Shiro said, repeating one of Doug's jokes that he did not fully understand himself but sounded funny nonetheless.
Clarice giggled, taking her books and teleporting them back to her bed. "I scream, You scream, we all scream for ICE CREAM!" Clarice yelled into the night.
Shiro would not recommend unprepared teleportation to anyone. Clarice caught him off guard, and he stumbled when they landed in her room. "You have not even had any ice cream, and yet you are already so enthused."
"But it's ice cream, duh," Clarice threw her books down and practically dragged Shiro out of the room before stopping suddenly, turning around and kissing him thoroughly. "I forgot to kiss you."
"You were distracted by my floating giddiness," he said between kisses. "And by promises of ice cream. Although if you would like to postpone celebration of the dairy variety for a little while, I would certainly understand . . ."
"Ice cream," Clarice replied definitively, "Then...okay. I mean, we have to celebrate you deciding to get your butt shot off!"
"I can melt bullets. We do not have to worry about little metal pellets getting stuck in me." They left Clarice's suite and headed down the hall to retrieve Leyu. As they approached, they could hear some high-pitched giggling coming from inside. "Spongebob must be on," Shiro said grimly, opening the door and finding his sister sitting on the couch watching TV.
Sure enough, Spongebob was on making some asinine comment about something. "Come on, kidbit," Clarice said, bending over the little girl on the couch upside down, "Ice cream outweighs the idiot box."
"Konban wa!" she greeted Shiro and Clarice. "Ice cream? Okay!" She didn't need to be told twice. She ran back to her room to grab her sneakers, and came out a minute later. "Ready!" she said before waving bye to Nga, who had been watching with her.
Clarice turned to Shiro, hands ready, "Who drives?" she asks, prepared to do battle in the sacred, prescribed manner of paper-rock-scissors.
"I do not have a driver's license, remember? Although I might be able to manage to fly us. You two are light enough to carry."
"Right then!" Clarice grabbed a set of car keys from the pegboard and signed her name on the sign out, "Leyu! You're driving!"
"Okay!" Leyu agreed, holding her hand out for the keys and smiling sweetly.
"We are supposed to be celebrating, not getting ourselves killed," Shiro reminded Clarice, ignoring his sister, who was sticking out her tongue. He opened the rear door for Leyu, who climbed in and buckled her seatbelt. After shutting that door, he opened the driver's for Clarice.
Curtsying, Clarice climbed into the SUV, fiddling with the radio while Shiro went around to the passenger side. XM radio rocked and it provided some distraction if Shiro wasn't going to tell Leyu immediately.
"Celebrating what?" Leyu asked, cocking her head to one side in a curious manner. "Did you get a letter from your daigaku,Nii-san?"
"No, the colleges will not respond until May." Shiro glanced at Clarice and raised and eyebrow, silently asking if he should tell Leyu the truth, and how much.
Clarice shrugged, not really sure. She wasn't Leyu's mother or even her sister. "It's your choice, dude," she said quietly.
Shiro gave Clarice a light you're-no-help look, then turned around as much as he could so he could look at Leyu. He figured that it might be better to tell her here rather than the ice cream parlor, so if she threw a fit then at least people wouldn't see. "I have been accepted to train to be an X-Man," he said.
He got the initial response he'd been expecting. Leyu's eyes widened. "X-Man? Sugoi!"
Shiro couldn't help but smile, as that was his feeling, too. "Leyu-chan, it is not as wonderful as it sounds. If and when I do join the X-Men themselves, and I am sent on missions with them, there is the possibility of danger."
Of course, that made Leyu's face fall. "Danger? What do you mean?" Shiro gave Clarice another "Help me!" look, unsure of what exactly to say.
"Well, you've seen the other X-Men come back hurt," Clarice explained, but see, I'm an EMT now, so if he gets hurt, or any X-Men, I'm going to be there to make everyone better. Besides, he can't do anything until he's had training. He's just a baby X-Man."
Leyu frowned, staring at the back of Clarice's head. Well, she didn't doubt that Clarice was an expert and could fix up her brother if anything happened to him, but still, she didn't want Shiro to get hurt at all. Why would he even put himself in that situation anyway? What was the point? Shiro was going to be a super hero, and even super heroes die. Sure, lots of them come back to life, but there aren't any Dragonballs or magic silver crystals or all-powerful phoenix gods to do that in real life.
"What do you do that might make you get hurt?" she asked Shiro.
"We protect people," Shiro replied, looking back at Leyu again. "We especially protect mutants who are trouble, because they cannot always protect themselves. There are bad people in this country . . . and around the world," he added, almost as an afterthought, "Who would do bad things to mutants if they could. So we make sure that does not happen, ne?"
"The X-Men are like mutant police, the Xavier School Enforcers!" Clarice agreed, pulling into a space at the ice cream shop. As usual, it was fairly busy.
"Right," Shiro said, nodding, as he got out of the car and opened the door for Leyu. "And you know that sometimes the policemen get hurt because of the criminals. But when I am trained enough to go on missions, then I will be with other X-Men, and we will all help each other so no one gets too hurt." Putting his hand on Leyu's shoulder as the entered and got in line, he smiled down at her. "You have my promise that I will always return safely, Leyu-chan."
But Leyu wasn't convinced. Her brother was known to do stupid things, sometimes dangerously stupid. And if there was the chance that he could get some glory by doing such a dumb thing . . . But she smiled anyway, and held her arms open for a hug. "~I'll kill you if you hurt yourself,~" she whispered to him in Japanese as his arms wrapped around her. "~And Clarice-san will too, and Alex-san. So don't do it, okay?~"
"~I don't know which of you is the scariest,~" he replied, "~So I will just avoid that confrontation altogether.~"
"Good."
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