Fan Fiction ❯ Best of Friends ❯ Jailhouse Horror, and Desicions of Tomorrow ( Chapter 22 )
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By: Pyro_Kitty 
James and Izzy get sent to jail. That night Desi and Izzy talk about issues.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 155 | Status: Completed
James and Izzy get sent to jail. That night Desi and Izzy talk about issues.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 155 | Status: Completed
Chapter 21- Jailhouse Horror and Decisions on Tomorrow
Remy drove in silence towards a small diner about half an hour away from the Mansion. When he pulled into the parking lot he walked over to Desiree and helped her out, because of her ribs. They walked in and immediately were met with A man in his late thirties. “Awe Bonjour” He said “How can I help you today Monsieur LeBeau”
“Mon Petite an’ I need a booth in da back, somewhere secluded a bit”
“Not a problem, please follow me” The man said and led them into the back of the restaurant. “Can I get you anything?”
“Petite?”
“Jus’ water please M’sieur” She says with a small smile.
“Da same” Remy said and the waiter walked away.
“Papa what’s dis about?”
“Meetin’ someone ‘ere” He tells her looks around. “Dere seems t’ be a problem Petite…Ryan’s parents, we ‘ad t’ call dim” Desiree looked down. “Y’ know how dey are oui Petite?” She nodded silently. “Dey not t’ happy an’ gonna beh visitin’ him”
“What?” Desiree asks, fear evident in her eyes.
“Y’ know I wouldn’ let dim but Scott tol’ dim already dat dey could. Da t’ing is though Petite, I don’ wan’ y’ dere when dey arrive”
“So what am ah gonna do?” She asks immediately.
“Remy, dat you?” A voice asked Remy stood and shook the mans hand and then hugged him. “Dat Desiree?”
“Oui, Petite, dis is Lapin, y’r second cousin”
“Nahce t’ meet y’…” She says cautiously. “Why ain’t ah met him b’fore?” She questions. “been t’ N’awlins ‘lot an’ neva met ‘im”
“Been ‘way on trips” Lapin answers with a smile. “She looks like ‘er Mama Remy”
Desiree sits back in her seat and narrows her eyes crossing her arms over her chest. “He’s da one weh meetin‘ ?” She asks raising an eyebrow.
“Oui…” Remy said. “Talked t’ y’ Mama already…an’ weh both t’ink dat it’d beh best if y’ left da mansion for awhile…t’ let t’ings calm down.”
“Ah don’ wanna go nowhere” She says quickly.
“We gonna take y’ t’ N’awlins where we can keep y’ safe. Y’ can finish y’ school dere an’ graduate” Lapin told her.
“Dey’re comin’ in a few days Desiree” Remy told her.
“An’ how long am ah gonna be dere”
“Till dey settle dis with the Friends of Humanity”
“What?”
“Ryan’s parents are a part of dat group, dey’re protestin’ an’ sayin t’ings”
“But…Ryan’s a mutant too Papa” Desiree says “How dey gonna be ‘gainst me an’ not him”
“Jus’ found out he still a member”
“Jett was right?”
“Oui, seems da boy was”
“So Ah’m leavin when?”
“Day afta t’morrow” Remy stated. Desiree sat there in silence for the rest of the time they were there, only mumbling ‘ Please‘ and ‘Thank you’ to the waiter. When they left she said her goodbyes to Lapin as they went off into separate directions and they headed back towards the mansion.
“I heard your demon girlfriend attacked the O’Connor kid” A boy said to Izzy in the hallway. It was the first person to talk to him that day other than the people at the mansion. Most of the students at the high school were too afraid to talk to him, they noticed his fowl mood. Of course this was the reason why they didn’t speak to him. The boy who had spoken to him was thrown against the locker and held by the neck.
“Ya watch what ya say about my girl” he says in a low menacing voice. “Ya ever call her that again..”
“Mr. Allerdyce” A teacher said running over. From a distance Jade saw what was happening and ran over.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Samson” She says “It’s been really edgy at home and he just hit his breaking point, Izzy let him go”
“Called her a demon” Izzy growled. “Ya gonna do it again?”
“Miss Summers that is no excuse”
“Are you going to say anything to him, I mean he did insult one of our friends”
“He has a right to voice opinion.”
“By calling her a demon?” Jade asks. “Now that’s bullshit”
“Miss Summers I will not put up with such language” The teacher told her. “Mr. Allerdyce let him…” Jade suddenly flung the lady back into the lockers a few feet away.
“Stupid bitch” She says. “Izzy come on”
“No he’s dead”
“Izzy…”
“They’ve insulted her too many times Red”
“I know…Izzy you have to let him go” Jade told him, and again he didn’t listen. With the little telepathic power she had, she instructed him to sleep, and a few seconds later she had to catch him with her telekinesis. “You better go” She tells the other boy and he took off immediately. “Zaira!” Jade yelled across the hall seeing the other girl, and immediately Zaira ran over.
“What happened?” She asked glancing at Izzy.
“He was going crazy, almost choked this kid to death, he’s been real edgy all day” Jade explains. “I have to get him out of here”
“I’ll call James…”
“What help will he be?”
“Would you rather call one of the adults?” Zaira asked. “Let’s get him somewhere where he would not be found easily”
“Let’s just get him outside or something”
“Behind the bleachers on the football field?”
“Ok”
The two girls snuck around the hallway during third period, making sure that no teachers were around as they walked out of school. Both Zaira and Jade were good students, and hardly ever missed a class, but the teachers would find anything to get them out of there. It was really frustrating for them. They got through the school and behind the bleachers before Jade dialed the mansions number and handed the phone to Zaira.
The first time Scott answered and Zaira hung up. They called again five minutes later and Ororo picked up, again they clicked the phone off, it was the third time that James answered. “James”
“Whose this?”
“It’s Zaira”
“Oh…What?”
“I need you to come to the school with a car, we have to get Izzy out of here?”
“I can’t do that…”
‘Sure you can…please I will owe you forever…”
“I don’t know where it is Z”
“Ssh...listen I’m supposed to be in class, Izzy is unconscious he tried to choke someone to death”
“Why?”
“All these questions can’t you just come?” Zaira exclaimed and Jade glared at her for being so loud.
“Fine where do I go?” he asks.
“umm it’s about three blocks away you take a left at the end of the street of our place and then go straight, then you go right and you’ll see it, form there you’ll see a huge field, we’re behind the stands” Zaira said.
“I’ll be there, whose car do I take?”
“Scott’s”
“Dad will kill me Zaira!”
“James don’t crash the car…don’t make a scratch on it” Zaira said to him. “The keys are on the second hook to the right in the main hall by the door.” She says.
“Ok” James said and hung up.
As soon as James turned around he came face to face with Logan. “Who was that?” he asks. James just walked around him. “James”
“Nobody” He answered walking away from him. He rolled his eyes and quickly grabbed the pair of car keys that were hanging up where Zaira said. Then he left. It wasn’t very easy for him to drive, he wasn’t used to it. He was always within walking distance in Osaka. But needless to say he made it to the school, unfortunently there were a few scratches on the car. He sniffed the air the moment he got out of the car and then went to where they were. “What’s wrong?” He asked and looked at Izzy who was now leaning against the wall staring straight ahead.
“He got mad, this boy called Desiree a demon and it’s nothing new but I guess he’s just heard it enough” Jade said. All three turned hearing Izzy mumble incoherently.
“He said something about a gym class”
“That’s what he had before this class” Zaira said. “I remember Desiree always meets up with him after that class..”
“Dammit” Jade mumbled seeing a few jocks coming over. Izzy stood up completely and moved to stand in front of Jade and Zaira. “Izzy do NOT fight” She tells him.
“Isn’t this the one that burnt our football field?” one of them asked.
“He’s getting on everyone’s bad side lately.” Zaira mumbled.
“It’s what I heard, charred the whole thing up”
James stood there in silence. He hadn’t expected any trouble, of course he had been out of school for awhile, and he’d never been to an American school. “Come on Izzy”
“What?” The blonde asked James confused.
“We have to go”
“No”
“Let’s go”
“He’d rather get his ask kicked by us Jap.” the guys said to James who looked up at him angrily.
“You say another remark towards me like that and you will regret it” the twenty year old said and then there was a growl behind the two boys.
“What the hells that?”
“It’s a wolf dumb ass” Zaira said and the wolf walked over towards James, “Whats that in his mouth?”
James was completely silent as he took hold of the holster in the wolfs mouth. It was long and was leather, with small Japanese symbols on it. He knew where it was from, but how Fang had gotten it he didn’t know. James unsheathed the sword and a grin grew on his face. “It’s a Katana, Japanese, Samurai sword” He says more to himself then to anyone else. He was confused as to why it was given to him.
“James, that’s….that’s Father’s sword” Zaira said. That’s where he had seen it, when he was younger. He knew why now and for once it didn’t anger him, but he didn’t know how Fang had gotten a hold of it still.
“Izzy get to the car, you girls get back to class.”
“James” Zaira said.
“You gonna listen to the little hoe?”
“You might want to shut your mouth before it permanently shuts”
“That a threat?”
“James…” the first guy was on the ground before anything else could be said.
“Doesn’t look like it to me”
“He’s one of those freaks” the two ran off.
“Go, we’re leaving” James said and walked towards the car. Fang grabbed Izzy’s shirt with his teeth and started pulling the Aussie towards the car.
“Coming Coming, damn dog” Fang let out a growl. “Excuuusssee me I mean Damn Wolf” Izzy mumbled getting into the passenger side of the car after Fang jumped in. “Do you even know how to drive?” James asks and suddenly they were going backwards. Izzy quickly put on his seatbelt and held onto whatever he could. “Go the other bloody way” He states
“Can you do any better”
“They refuse to give a license here in America…they say I’d be putting all of them in danger, probably not more danger than you”
“Baka”
“Did you just call me vodka?” Izzy asks looking at him strangely.
“No you idiot”
“Your really bad with insults”
“You Americans have so many..”
“Who said I was American” James only shrugged.
“I’m from the same side of the bloody globe as you”
“And here I thought that side was free of people like you” suddenly the car swerved. “What the hell are you crazy?” James yelled after Izzy had turned the steering wheel, the boy only shrugged in return.
“Yer driving on the wrong side of the …ROAD!” Izzy yelled just as they ran into a street pole.
James and Izzy sat in the back of the cop car not even ten minutes later and glared at eachother. Izzy pulled his left hand up and ran it through his hair, which caused James’ right arm to fly into the air. He yanked it down and crossed his arms glaring at Izzy again. “Oh c’mon mate...not my fault ya don’t know how ta drive” Izzy said “Not my fault the dog brought a sword to you and sure as hell ain’t my fault the dog was in the back seat.”
“Shut up”
“Why” Izzy asks, his leg bouncing up and down. The policeman got into the car. “Hey can ya turn on the lights and siren”
“Shut up”
“What I just wanna see ‘em”
“Both of you not another word” The two were silent, minus James growling. “What was that?”
“It was only him…he does that when he gets mad..” Izzy states like it was nothing. “I know ya already and ya been ‘ere what a day”
“Shut up”
“Why?”
“Shut up”
“Why”
“Shut up”
“Shut up” Izzy mimicked and was hit upside the head “Ouch” The rest of the ride was silent.
The cell Izzy and James were put in was like most cells- grey walls, silver bars, a set of bunk beds and so forth. There were already two guys in the cell, both of whom were leaning against the wall cooly. One of them was wearing all black, the other one appeared to be wearing nothing but a trench coat . "I call top bunk," Izzy yelled and climbed halfway up the ladder before James tugged him back down.
"I'm not going up there," he said. For some reason, the police officer had opted not to undo their handcuffs. He could be seen in his office, which had clear, bullet proof glass walls. He was watching the TV, which could be faintly heard from where James and Izzy were. He seemed to be watching the news.
"Fine," Izzy shrugged.
"Hey what did they get you two four?" someone asked, it was the guy in the trench coat.
"Stupid here was drivin' on the wrong side f' the road n' in possession of an illegal weapon," Izzy said, pointing to James, who gave him a deadly look.
"Don't touch me," James growled.
"I'm not touchin' ya," Izzy said and held his finger half a centimeter away from James' arm. "See? I'm not touchin' ya!"
"Yes, you are, now pull you're finger away before I break it," James said, getting mad quickly.
"I'm not touchin' ya!" James grabbed Izzy's hand with his free one and shoved it at the boy's side. "Aw, yer no fun." Izzy said sulkily and was quiet for a total of maybe four minutes before he started to hum some tuneless song.
"Stop singing," James said.
"I'm not singing'," Izzy replied, still humming under his breathe.
"Yes, you are. Stop. Now."
"I'm not singin' but if you want me to sing I guess I can," Izzy said, shrugging.
"No, don't."
"I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt. So sexy it hurts," Izzy sang in a low voice. "And I'm too sexy for Milan, I'm too sexy for Milan, New York, and Japan." It was very interesting, and a bit painful, to hear him imitate the Russian accent. James obviously didn't find it funny because he hit Izzy hard on the head.
"I like that song," said someone suddenly. It was the guy with no pants on, just a trench coat.
"Me too!" Izzy yelled. "I love that song."
"I got arrested for singing that song."
"Ya got arrested fer singin' 'I'm too Sexy'?" Izzy asked, confused.
"Yeah, I got arrested for singing 'I'm too Sexy'."
"Ya got arrested fer singin' 'I'm too Sexy'?"
"Yes."
"Ya did?"
"I did."
"Ya did?"
"I did."
"Are ya sure?" Izzy asked again.
"Yes."
"How sure?"
"Very sure."
"And it's illegal? How come I wasn' arrested before?"
"Well apparently you can't sing it in the mall."
"It's illegal in th' mall?"
"Yes."
"Which mall?"
"The one nearby."
"The one with the Chinese place in the food court?"
"Enough already!" James shouted. "Stop saying the same thing over and over."
"Someone has a temper," mumbled No-Pants guy.
"Wait what exactly wher' you doin' when ya were singin' the song?" Izzy said, suddenly. As soon as the question came out, he regretted it because No-Pants guy dropped his trench coat, proving James' internal theory that he wasn't wearing underwear or a shirt either. "Jesus Christ, put that away!" Izzy shouted, covering his eyes. "No one here wants to see that."
"That's what you do for the song," No Pants or Underwear Guy explained.
"Not in front of me, ya don't." Izzy exclaimed still hiding behind his hands. “Badger boy…he got that coat on?”
“Don’t call me that” James growled glaring at Izzy “and why would I look”
“Maybe you swing that way”
“No FLAMER maybe you do”
“I hate that bloody name…he have the coat on yet”
“I am not looking”
“Now?”
“It’s up” a fourth voice finally said and both James and Izzy turned.
“Don’t tell me ya were singing the song with him in the mall” Izzy said still mortified by what had happened.
“No”
“What did you do” James asked rolling his eyes, knowing he would probably regret asking.
“I broke a restraining order”
“How?” Izzy asked.
“This beautiful girl I know, long blonde hair, green eyes…I lit her grass on fire and it spelt that I loved her, not a bad way to show your affection”
“Never thought of that”
“You never though of flowers?” James questioned and got blank stares from both Izzy and the other boy. “That’s what a normal person would do” More blank stares and then the trench coat dropped. “God!” James yelled and turned away Izzy screamed and covered his eyes again.
A few minutes passed Izzy still had his eyes covered and was sitting down against the wall, James next to him turned away from the trench coat go, and listen to the other guy talk about how he stalked the girl. “When I saw her for the first time at the football game, I knew she was the one for me” Izzy swung his head back and hit the brick wall several times, his eyes still shut. “I never did anything too her, I don’t know why she took me to court” the guys says. “I took a pair of her underwear”
“Bloody hell” Izzy said hearing those words.
“I don’t have them with me”
“Thank god” The aussie mumbled.
“I do have some of her hair, her beautiful golden hair”
“Am I the only sane one here” James asked himself, and then it seemed like his prayers were answered, Jean Grey-Summers walked into the Police station. “Finally!” James yelled. Jean looked at him a bit confused and then smiled.
“Well you seem to get yourself into trouble James, or was it Izzy”
“I wasn’t drivin’ Mrs. Summers!” Izzy exclaimed and jumped up hearing the voice. “Please get me outa here I swear I won’t beat anyone up or annoy anyone just get me outa here” He said to her pleadingly.
“And how are you going to pay for my car Isaac” Scott asked walking up next to his wife. “My car is totaled”
“We’re glad you’re alright though” Jean tells them. And then it started, the scolding, the torture, the most horrible thing that could ever happen, Scott started lecturing them.
“First of all you shouldn’t be out of school, and you shouldn’t have taken my car.” He says pointing at them accusingly. “If you hadn’t done this then you wouldn’t be in this situation right now.” Scott told them. Izzy nodded quickly agreeing and James elbowed him and glared. “How did you know which keys were mine?” James was silent. “And how did you know how to get to the school?” more silence. Scott sighed, he was getting nowhere with James. “Why were you out of school?” Izzy was about to say something when he was elbowed. Scott sighs again. “Logan..”
“What?” He asks coming out of the office with the katana in his hand. “Get them outa there” He says and the bars open, Izzy practically dragged James out of there and proceeded to slam the bars shut.
“Ha now you can’t get me you bloody..” he stopped talking and let out another high pitched scream and shut his eyes.
“Get this off of me” James demanded to the police officer and shoved his right hand forward. He took the handcuff off and then removed it from Izzy, and then the Aussie disappeared. “Can we go?” James asked, pretty disturbed by what he didn’t want to see. He had seen to much, and heard too much. “And I don’t like America very much at this point” he says walking away.
“Get him some clothes!” Jean said and turned away. “Those poor boys were stuck with that in their cell!” She says in complete disgust.
Logan reached through the bars the moment the guy pulled the trench coat back on and grabbed the collar. “You ever do that again and I hear about it, ya ain’t gonna have nothin to show” he growls. The moment No-Pants was let go he cowered into the back of the cell.
“You shouldn’t go threatening people like that.”
“I bet ya liked seein’ that” Logan said walking out.
“Logan…LOGAN!” Scott yelled and followed him to the car where everyone was waiting.
That night Desiree and Izzy were on the couch in the living room watching a movie. Izzy had asked the others if it would be ok if they claimed it for the night, since they weren’t supposed to be in each others rooms. (Though they already broke that rule.) It was a peaceful night for them until the movie ended. Desiree knew that she would have to talk to him sooner or later. “Izzy”
“Ya Doll?”
“Weh gotta talk ‘bout somet’ing”
“Ok” He said slightly confused by what she meant. “What is it?”
“Papa’s sendin’ meh t’ N’awlins for awhile”
“Why?”
“He said it would beh much safer f’r meh down dere…Ryan’s Mama an’ Papa is comin’ ‘ere” She tells him. “An’ he’s still ‘part of da FOH” she continues. Izzy sat there silently. “Izzy…please say somethin’” she pleas.
“When do ya leave?” He asks.
“Day afta t’morrow” He shut his eyes and leaned forward holding his head in his hands.
“This hasn’t been my day Doll” He says “Get expelled, sent to jail, now ya leavin meh” he says .
“Izzy…”
“Doll…ya know this separatin’…its gonna do something, maybe..”
“Izzy please don’t say it” Desiree pleads and Izzy hugs her. “Izzy ah love ya…please don’t”
“Doll, we love eachother…maybe cause of that, we shouldn’t be together”
“Sounds lahke somethin’ outa one of ya Papa’s novels” she mumbles into his shoulder.
“Doll, ya know that I would never hurt ya….maybe bein’ friends is better for us, always friends” he tells her kissing her forehead.
“No matter what, weh gonna beh da best of friends”
“So ya agree Doll” Desiree nods.
“Ah t’ink, atleas’ f’r da tahme…weh don’ know what’s gonna happen, an’ Papa neva said how long ah’d beh away f’r an’..”
“When ya get back, give me a call Doll” he says.
“Y’r gonna leave” she asks.
“Ya, only reason I ever stayed was because of ya…gonna go stay with Pa’ again in Oz” He tells her with a small smile. “We’ll see what happens when ya get back, make sure we really wanna get back together” Desi nods and Izzy kisses her lips one last time.
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Remy drove in silence towards a small diner about half an hour away from the Mansion. When he pulled into the parking lot he walked over to Desiree and helped her out, because of her ribs. They walked in and immediately were met with A man in his late thirties. “Awe Bonjour” He said “How can I help you today Monsieur LeBeau”
“Mon Petite an’ I need a booth in da back, somewhere secluded a bit”
“Not a problem, please follow me” The man said and led them into the back of the restaurant. “Can I get you anything?”
“Petite?”
“Jus’ water please M’sieur” She says with a small smile.
“Da same” Remy said and the waiter walked away.
“Papa what’s dis about?”
“Meetin’ someone ‘ere” He tells her looks around. “Dere seems t’ be a problem Petite…Ryan’s parents, we ‘ad t’ call dim” Desiree looked down. “Y’ know how dey are oui Petite?” She nodded silently. “Dey not t’ happy an’ gonna beh visitin’ him”
“What?” Desiree asks, fear evident in her eyes.
“Y’ know I wouldn’ let dim but Scott tol’ dim already dat dey could. Da t’ing is though Petite, I don’ wan’ y’ dere when dey arrive”
“So what am ah gonna do?” She asks immediately.
“Remy, dat you?” A voice asked Remy stood and shook the mans hand and then hugged him. “Dat Desiree?”
“Oui, Petite, dis is Lapin, y’r second cousin”
“Nahce t’ meet y’…” She says cautiously. “Why ain’t ah met him b’fore?” She questions. “been t’ N’awlins ‘lot an’ neva met ‘im”
“Been ‘way on trips” Lapin answers with a smile. “She looks like ‘er Mama Remy”
Desiree sits back in her seat and narrows her eyes crossing her arms over her chest. “He’s da one weh meetin‘ ?” She asks raising an eyebrow.
“Oui…” Remy said. “Talked t’ y’ Mama already…an’ weh both t’ink dat it’d beh best if y’ left da mansion for awhile…t’ let t’ings calm down.”
“Ah don’ wanna go nowhere” She says quickly.
“We gonna take y’ t’ N’awlins where we can keep y’ safe. Y’ can finish y’ school dere an’ graduate” Lapin told her.
“Dey’re comin’ in a few days Desiree” Remy told her.
“An’ how long am ah gonna be dere”
“Till dey settle dis with the Friends of Humanity”
“What?”
“Ryan’s parents are a part of dat group, dey’re protestin’ an’ sayin t’ings”
“But…Ryan’s a mutant too Papa” Desiree says “How dey gonna be ‘gainst me an’ not him”
“Jus’ found out he still a member”
“Jett was right?”
“Oui, seems da boy was”
“So Ah’m leavin when?”
“Day afta t’morrow” Remy stated. Desiree sat there in silence for the rest of the time they were there, only mumbling ‘ Please‘ and ‘Thank you’ to the waiter. When they left she said her goodbyes to Lapin as they went off into separate directions and they headed back towards the mansion.
“I heard your demon girlfriend attacked the O’Connor kid” A boy said to Izzy in the hallway. It was the first person to talk to him that day other than the people at the mansion. Most of the students at the high school were too afraid to talk to him, they noticed his fowl mood. Of course this was the reason why they didn’t speak to him. The boy who had spoken to him was thrown against the locker and held by the neck.
“Ya watch what ya say about my girl” he says in a low menacing voice. “Ya ever call her that again..”
“Mr. Allerdyce” A teacher said running over. From a distance Jade saw what was happening and ran over.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Samson” She says “It’s been really edgy at home and he just hit his breaking point, Izzy let him go”
“Called her a demon” Izzy growled. “Ya gonna do it again?”
“Miss Summers that is no excuse”
“Are you going to say anything to him, I mean he did insult one of our friends”
“He has a right to voice opinion.”
“By calling her a demon?” Jade asks. “Now that’s bullshit”
“Miss Summers I will not put up with such language” The teacher told her. “Mr. Allerdyce let him…” Jade suddenly flung the lady back into the lockers a few feet away.
“Stupid bitch” She says. “Izzy come on”
“No he’s dead”
“Izzy…”
“They’ve insulted her too many times Red”
“I know…Izzy you have to let him go” Jade told him, and again he didn’t listen. With the little telepathic power she had, she instructed him to sleep, and a few seconds later she had to catch him with her telekinesis. “You better go” She tells the other boy and he took off immediately. “Zaira!” Jade yelled across the hall seeing the other girl, and immediately Zaira ran over.
“What happened?” She asked glancing at Izzy.
“He was going crazy, almost choked this kid to death, he’s been real edgy all day” Jade explains. “I have to get him out of here”
“I’ll call James…”
“What help will he be?”
“Would you rather call one of the adults?” Zaira asked. “Let’s get him somewhere where he would not be found easily”
“Let’s just get him outside or something”
“Behind the bleachers on the football field?”
“Ok”
The two girls snuck around the hallway during third period, making sure that no teachers were around as they walked out of school. Both Zaira and Jade were good students, and hardly ever missed a class, but the teachers would find anything to get them out of there. It was really frustrating for them. They got through the school and behind the bleachers before Jade dialed the mansions number and handed the phone to Zaira.
The first time Scott answered and Zaira hung up. They called again five minutes later and Ororo picked up, again they clicked the phone off, it was the third time that James answered. “James”
“Whose this?”
“It’s Zaira”
“Oh…What?”
“I need you to come to the school with a car, we have to get Izzy out of here?”
“I can’t do that…”
‘Sure you can…please I will owe you forever…”
“I don’t know where it is Z”
“Ssh...listen I’m supposed to be in class, Izzy is unconscious he tried to choke someone to death”
“Why?”
“All these questions can’t you just come?” Zaira exclaimed and Jade glared at her for being so loud.
“Fine where do I go?” he asks.
“umm it’s about three blocks away you take a left at the end of the street of our place and then go straight, then you go right and you’ll see it, form there you’ll see a huge field, we’re behind the stands” Zaira said.
“I’ll be there, whose car do I take?”
“Scott’s”
“Dad will kill me Zaira!”
“James don’t crash the car…don’t make a scratch on it” Zaira said to him. “The keys are on the second hook to the right in the main hall by the door.” She says.
“Ok” James said and hung up.
As soon as James turned around he came face to face with Logan. “Who was that?” he asks. James just walked around him. “James”
“Nobody” He answered walking away from him. He rolled his eyes and quickly grabbed the pair of car keys that were hanging up where Zaira said. Then he left. It wasn’t very easy for him to drive, he wasn’t used to it. He was always within walking distance in Osaka. But needless to say he made it to the school, unfortunently there were a few scratches on the car. He sniffed the air the moment he got out of the car and then went to where they were. “What’s wrong?” He asked and looked at Izzy who was now leaning against the wall staring straight ahead.
“He got mad, this boy called Desiree a demon and it’s nothing new but I guess he’s just heard it enough” Jade said. All three turned hearing Izzy mumble incoherently.
“He said something about a gym class”
“That’s what he had before this class” Zaira said. “I remember Desiree always meets up with him after that class..”
“Dammit” Jade mumbled seeing a few jocks coming over. Izzy stood up completely and moved to stand in front of Jade and Zaira. “Izzy do NOT fight” She tells him.
“Isn’t this the one that burnt our football field?” one of them asked.
“He’s getting on everyone’s bad side lately.” Zaira mumbled.
“It’s what I heard, charred the whole thing up”
James stood there in silence. He hadn’t expected any trouble, of course he had been out of school for awhile, and he’d never been to an American school. “Come on Izzy”
“What?” The blonde asked James confused.
“We have to go”
“No”
“Let’s go”
“He’d rather get his ask kicked by us Jap.” the guys said to James who looked up at him angrily.
“You say another remark towards me like that and you will regret it” the twenty year old said and then there was a growl behind the two boys.
“What the hells that?”
“It’s a wolf dumb ass” Zaira said and the wolf walked over towards James, “Whats that in his mouth?”
James was completely silent as he took hold of the holster in the wolfs mouth. It was long and was leather, with small Japanese symbols on it. He knew where it was from, but how Fang had gotten it he didn’t know. James unsheathed the sword and a grin grew on his face. “It’s a Katana, Japanese, Samurai sword” He says more to himself then to anyone else. He was confused as to why it was given to him.
“James, that’s….that’s Father’s sword” Zaira said. That’s where he had seen it, when he was younger. He knew why now and for once it didn’t anger him, but he didn’t know how Fang had gotten a hold of it still.
“Izzy get to the car, you girls get back to class.”
“James” Zaira said.
“You gonna listen to the little hoe?”
“You might want to shut your mouth before it permanently shuts”
“That a threat?”
“James…” the first guy was on the ground before anything else could be said.
“Doesn’t look like it to me”
“He’s one of those freaks” the two ran off.
“Go, we’re leaving” James said and walked towards the car. Fang grabbed Izzy’s shirt with his teeth and started pulling the Aussie towards the car.
“Coming Coming, damn dog” Fang let out a growl. “Excuuusssee me I mean Damn Wolf” Izzy mumbled getting into the passenger side of the car after Fang jumped in. “Do you even know how to drive?” James asks and suddenly they were going backwards. Izzy quickly put on his seatbelt and held onto whatever he could. “Go the other bloody way” He states
“Can you do any better”
“They refuse to give a license here in America…they say I’d be putting all of them in danger, probably not more danger than you”
“Baka”
“Did you just call me vodka?” Izzy asks looking at him strangely.
“No you idiot”
“Your really bad with insults”
“You Americans have so many..”
“Who said I was American” James only shrugged.
“I’m from the same side of the bloody globe as you”
“And here I thought that side was free of people like you” suddenly the car swerved. “What the hell are you crazy?” James yelled after Izzy had turned the steering wheel, the boy only shrugged in return.
“Yer driving on the wrong side of the …ROAD!” Izzy yelled just as they ran into a street pole.
James and Izzy sat in the back of the cop car not even ten minutes later and glared at eachother. Izzy pulled his left hand up and ran it through his hair, which caused James’ right arm to fly into the air. He yanked it down and crossed his arms glaring at Izzy again. “Oh c’mon mate...not my fault ya don’t know how ta drive” Izzy said “Not my fault the dog brought a sword to you and sure as hell ain’t my fault the dog was in the back seat.”
“Shut up”
“Why” Izzy asks, his leg bouncing up and down. The policeman got into the car. “Hey can ya turn on the lights and siren”
“Shut up”
“What I just wanna see ‘em”
“Both of you not another word” The two were silent, minus James growling. “What was that?”
“It was only him…he does that when he gets mad..” Izzy states like it was nothing. “I know ya already and ya been ‘ere what a day”
“Shut up”
“Why?”
“Shut up”
“Why”
“Shut up”
“Shut up” Izzy mimicked and was hit upside the head “Ouch” The rest of the ride was silent.
The cell Izzy and James were put in was like most cells- grey walls, silver bars, a set of bunk beds and so forth. There were already two guys in the cell, both of whom were leaning against the wall cooly. One of them was wearing all black, the other one appeared to be wearing nothing but a trench coat . "I call top bunk," Izzy yelled and climbed halfway up the ladder before James tugged him back down.
"I'm not going up there," he said. For some reason, the police officer had opted not to undo their handcuffs. He could be seen in his office, which had clear, bullet proof glass walls. He was watching the TV, which could be faintly heard from where James and Izzy were. He seemed to be watching the news.
"Fine," Izzy shrugged.
"Hey what did they get you two four?" someone asked, it was the guy in the trench coat.
"Stupid here was drivin' on the wrong side f' the road n' in possession of an illegal weapon," Izzy said, pointing to James, who gave him a deadly look.
"Don't touch me," James growled.
"I'm not touchin' ya," Izzy said and held his finger half a centimeter away from James' arm. "See? I'm not touchin' ya!"
"Yes, you are, now pull you're finger away before I break it," James said, getting mad quickly.
"I'm not touchin' ya!" James grabbed Izzy's hand with his free one and shoved it at the boy's side. "Aw, yer no fun." Izzy said sulkily and was quiet for a total of maybe four minutes before he started to hum some tuneless song.
"Stop singing," James said.
"I'm not singing'," Izzy replied, still humming under his breathe.
"Yes, you are. Stop. Now."
"I'm not singin' but if you want me to sing I guess I can," Izzy said, shrugging.
"No, don't."
"I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt. So sexy it hurts," Izzy sang in a low voice. "And I'm too sexy for Milan, I'm too sexy for Milan, New York, and Japan." It was very interesting, and a bit painful, to hear him imitate the Russian accent. James obviously didn't find it funny because he hit Izzy hard on the head.
"I like that song," said someone suddenly. It was the guy with no pants on, just a trench coat.
"Me too!" Izzy yelled. "I love that song."
"I got arrested for singing that song."
"Ya got arrested fer singin' 'I'm too Sexy'?" Izzy asked, confused.
"Yeah, I got arrested for singing 'I'm too Sexy'."
"Ya got arrested fer singin' 'I'm too Sexy'?"
"Yes."
"Ya did?"
"I did."
"Ya did?"
"I did."
"Are ya sure?" Izzy asked again.
"Yes."
"How sure?"
"Very sure."
"And it's illegal? How come I wasn' arrested before?"
"Well apparently you can't sing it in the mall."
"It's illegal in th' mall?"
"Yes."
"Which mall?"
"The one nearby."
"The one with the Chinese place in the food court?"
"Enough already!" James shouted. "Stop saying the same thing over and over."
"Someone has a temper," mumbled No-Pants guy.
"Wait what exactly wher' you doin' when ya were singin' the song?" Izzy said, suddenly. As soon as the question came out, he regretted it because No-Pants guy dropped his trench coat, proving James' internal theory that he wasn't wearing underwear or a shirt either. "Jesus Christ, put that away!" Izzy shouted, covering his eyes. "No one here wants to see that."
"That's what you do for the song," No Pants or Underwear Guy explained.
"Not in front of me, ya don't." Izzy exclaimed still hiding behind his hands. “Badger boy…he got that coat on?”
“Don’t call me that” James growled glaring at Izzy “and why would I look”
“Maybe you swing that way”
“No FLAMER maybe you do”
“I hate that bloody name…he have the coat on yet”
“I am not looking”
“Now?”
“It’s up” a fourth voice finally said and both James and Izzy turned.
“Don’t tell me ya were singing the song with him in the mall” Izzy said still mortified by what had happened.
“No”
“What did you do” James asked rolling his eyes, knowing he would probably regret asking.
“I broke a restraining order”
“How?” Izzy asked.
“This beautiful girl I know, long blonde hair, green eyes…I lit her grass on fire and it spelt that I loved her, not a bad way to show your affection”
“Never thought of that”
“You never though of flowers?” James questioned and got blank stares from both Izzy and the other boy. “That’s what a normal person would do” More blank stares and then the trench coat dropped. “God!” James yelled and turned away Izzy screamed and covered his eyes again.
A few minutes passed Izzy still had his eyes covered and was sitting down against the wall, James next to him turned away from the trench coat go, and listen to the other guy talk about how he stalked the girl. “When I saw her for the first time at the football game, I knew she was the one for me” Izzy swung his head back and hit the brick wall several times, his eyes still shut. “I never did anything too her, I don’t know why she took me to court” the guys says. “I took a pair of her underwear”
“Bloody hell” Izzy said hearing those words.
“I don’t have them with me”
“Thank god” The aussie mumbled.
“I do have some of her hair, her beautiful golden hair”
“Am I the only sane one here” James asked himself, and then it seemed like his prayers were answered, Jean Grey-Summers walked into the Police station. “Finally!” James yelled. Jean looked at him a bit confused and then smiled.
“Well you seem to get yourself into trouble James, or was it Izzy”
“I wasn’t drivin’ Mrs. Summers!” Izzy exclaimed and jumped up hearing the voice. “Please get me outa here I swear I won’t beat anyone up or annoy anyone just get me outa here” He said to her pleadingly.
“And how are you going to pay for my car Isaac” Scott asked walking up next to his wife. “My car is totaled”
“We’re glad you’re alright though” Jean tells them. And then it started, the scolding, the torture, the most horrible thing that could ever happen, Scott started lecturing them.
“First of all you shouldn’t be out of school, and you shouldn’t have taken my car.” He says pointing at them accusingly. “If you hadn’t done this then you wouldn’t be in this situation right now.” Scott told them. Izzy nodded quickly agreeing and James elbowed him and glared. “How did you know which keys were mine?” James was silent. “And how did you know how to get to the school?” more silence. Scott sighed, he was getting nowhere with James. “Why were you out of school?” Izzy was about to say something when he was elbowed. Scott sighs again. “Logan..”
“What?” He asks coming out of the office with the katana in his hand. “Get them outa there” He says and the bars open, Izzy practically dragged James out of there and proceeded to slam the bars shut.
“Ha now you can’t get me you bloody..” he stopped talking and let out another high pitched scream and shut his eyes.
“Get this off of me” James demanded to the police officer and shoved his right hand forward. He took the handcuff off and then removed it from Izzy, and then the Aussie disappeared. “Can we go?” James asked, pretty disturbed by what he didn’t want to see. He had seen to much, and heard too much. “And I don’t like America very much at this point” he says walking away.
“Get him some clothes!” Jean said and turned away. “Those poor boys were stuck with that in their cell!” She says in complete disgust.
Logan reached through the bars the moment the guy pulled the trench coat back on and grabbed the collar. “You ever do that again and I hear about it, ya ain’t gonna have nothin to show” he growls. The moment No-Pants was let go he cowered into the back of the cell.
“You shouldn’t go threatening people like that.”
“I bet ya liked seein’ that” Logan said walking out.
“Logan…LOGAN!” Scott yelled and followed him to the car where everyone was waiting.
That night Desiree and Izzy were on the couch in the living room watching a movie. Izzy had asked the others if it would be ok if they claimed it for the night, since they weren’t supposed to be in each others rooms. (Though they already broke that rule.) It was a peaceful night for them until the movie ended. Desiree knew that she would have to talk to him sooner or later. “Izzy”
“Ya Doll?”
“Weh gotta talk ‘bout somet’ing”
“Ok” He said slightly confused by what she meant. “What is it?”
“Papa’s sendin’ meh t’ N’awlins for awhile”
“Why?”
“He said it would beh much safer f’r meh down dere…Ryan’s Mama an’ Papa is comin’ ‘ere” She tells him. “An’ he’s still ‘part of da FOH” she continues. Izzy sat there silently. “Izzy…please say somethin’” she pleas.
“When do ya leave?” He asks.
“Day afta t’morrow” He shut his eyes and leaned forward holding his head in his hands.
“This hasn’t been my day Doll” He says “Get expelled, sent to jail, now ya leavin meh” he says .
“Izzy…”
“Doll…ya know this separatin’…its gonna do something, maybe..”
“Izzy please don’t say it” Desiree pleads and Izzy hugs her. “Izzy ah love ya…please don’t”
“Doll, we love eachother…maybe cause of that, we shouldn’t be together”
“Sounds lahke somethin’ outa one of ya Papa’s novels” she mumbles into his shoulder.
“Doll, ya know that I would never hurt ya….maybe bein’ friends is better for us, always friends” he tells her kissing her forehead.
“No matter what, weh gonna beh da best of friends”
“So ya agree Doll” Desiree nods.
“Ah t’ink, atleas’ f’r da tahme…weh don’ know what’s gonna happen, an’ Papa neva said how long ah’d beh away f’r an’..”
“When ya get back, give me a call Doll” he says.
“Y’r gonna leave” she asks.
“Ya, only reason I ever stayed was because of ya…gonna go stay with Pa’ again in Oz” He tells her with a small smile. “We’ll see what happens when ya get back, make sure we really wanna get back together” Desi nods and Izzy kisses her lips one last time.
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