The living room at the mansion packed for movie night, an event Xavier had scheduled to give everyone a much-needed break. There's popcorn, a stack of DVD cases, and a generally relaxed atmosphere—except for Wade. Wade is standing in front of the TV, visibly shaking with excitement, practically vibrating out of his hoodies.
"What is it, Wade?" Scott asks, clearly annoyed. His usual leader composure barely holding as Wade continues to block the screen.
Wade's grin stretches even wider. "Our boyband is finally debuted! And guess what? The song went viral! The X-Boys are gonna make it big, baby!"
Scott blinks, clearly lost. "What do you mean?"
"You know, that thing I made you do? The one where you owe me for saving Jean?"
Scott frowns, confused. "Yeah, the singing and dancing for your school project, right? I already confirm with you that if I did it you consider it even."
Wade's grin gets even bigger, if that's possible. "Yeah, well, about that... It wasn't really a school project. It was our boyband's first music video! And guess what? It. Went. Viral. I knew we could corner the teenage girl and middle-aged woman demographic!"
(It did surprise me on how well it did, but we did go and threaten few key figures to made it viral.)
Well, they'll never know that…
'Is it threat tho? I just diplomatically endorse our songs while taking their mission with a discounted fee.'
(Our merc's work is surprisingly smooth, still didn't knew why they didn't sense us leaving every night.)
'Oh! Our family definitely sense it tho, Logan and Rogue are trying to make me talk first while Laura didn't care much and Ken is secretly following us behind sometimes.'
So much for espionage and assassination works.
Scott staggers back, his disbelief palpable. "What?!?!"
"Since I accidentally blew up the mansion last time! You remember that, right? Oh yeah, I forget you were kidnapped. Well, now we're gonna blow up the world—in a totally not-explosive way this time." Wade's energy is infectious, his arms waving around like he's already accepting some future MTV award.
(I mean, the real song is really catchy it's still bugs me their show didn't really blow up like their previous ones)
Well, they delved with nostalgic feeling too much that the show got kinda ruined themselves. Should have just be a stand alone.
Logan, watching the whole exchanges of Wade and Scott with his usual indifference, snorts and claps a hand on Scott's shoulder. "Sorry, bub. You're in already, no takes back either. I get roped into Wade's stuff all the time. Just accept it."
A few of the others nod in agreement. Pyro, in particular, looks unusually enthusiastic about the whole thing. "Honestly, I really didn't mind the choreography. It was kinda fun. Bobby still too stiff about it tho, but the music sucks. Pull out some rock genre for our next one man!"
"I'll consider it for our first album. Don't worry about it, Pyro! I got it! We will not be one hit wonder. I plan at least three hit wonders before we had a bad breake up and a tease up reunion that would not happen!"
'We'll be active for two years, release two fantastic album, then I got caught in drug cartel and murder scandals, Pops priorities his Broadway Musical project more, Ken grew bitter as a child idol and addicted to alcohols and drugs, Bobby came out as gay, Scott probably died somewhere, Gambit get caught with gambling and women scandals, Quicksilver got shot, and Pyro is in prison because well, we all kinda expected it. But Kurt will still be a successful priest while Peter gonna open a famous gym with Morph as the front man. Not a bad ending I'd say!'
(Oi spoiler!)
I mean almost all of the boyband will end up like that anyway.
"I was not okay with it. I was held against my will. I was literally kidnapped on my sleep before waking up to Laura doing my make up while pointing her claws at me." Bobby said, his eyes said it all.
"And I did a great job at it!!! Do you feel bonita?" Laura chimed in with a proud smile.
"You did Munchkin! I really felt bonita all day!" Wade smiled at his little sister who gave him a proud nod. Ahh, he is already becoming one of those sis-con brother already, the curse already eating him.
Cyclops looks around at everyone, feeling betrayed. "Wait, you're all okay with this?"
"Hey! I am not that okay! Didn't you listen to me?" Bobby protested but Scott just waved him away.
Gambit, Morph, Kurt, Quicksilver, and Warren exchange a few amused glances. Quicksilver shrugs, always a little too casual about everything. "I mean, it's not really the worst thing when you constantly tortured before, it was theurapeutic in a way. Help with the healing process."
Gambit smirks. "As long as Gambit gets paid, mon ami. Plus, Gambit gets to look good on camera and popular with the ladies…"
"Wait you get paid?" Quicksilver looks at Gambit, shocked. "He didn't pay me!"
"I don't think he pay everyone except Gambit, bub."
"We get PAAAIIIDD!?!?!?" Morph said confusedly, "I am just in because it was a silly little video! I am disappointed with past self for not negotiating a better contract."
"Ah, I will pay you all, after we secured a good contract with good labels. Don't worry, I paid Gambit because of he wanted earlier payments because of his gambling addiction!"
Scott sighs in defeat, realizing the whole team has already bought into Wade's madness. "I don't believe this. I don't consent on being put into a music video and a boyband!"
"Well, you already signed the contracts till you are at least till you are in your 90s… Sorry, my hands tied with the laws now,"
"I thought that also your school projects!!! I agreed to help you with the theatre art and his—Oh… Fuck should have seen it coming! Fuck!"
Jean, who's been quietly observing from the side, speaks up. "Wait... there's a music video?"
Wade, practically buzzing with pride, snatches up the remote. "Oh, you bet your red chicken there is!" He spins dramatically, clicking on the TV. "Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to have your minds blown. Because here it is—The X-Boys."
The screen flickers to life, the first note of a rhythmic guitar strum pulling everyone in. The camera cuts sharply to Wade, standing front and center, grinning mischievously at the lens. He's dressed like a lumberjack—suspenders, red-and-black flannel half undone, showcasing his building abs. Instead of chopping wood, he casually spins an axe over his shoulder, the picture of someone who knows how ridiculous the whole thing looks but owns it anyway.
As Wade starts to sing, Ken, Logan, Bobby, Angel, Cyclops, Gambit, Morph, Quicksilver, Pyro, Nightcrawler, Colossus and Sunspot show up into a classic V formation behind him, each holding their own axe like they're about to break into a boyband dance routine in the middle of a forest.
"Sssh, I know you're pinin'. But every cloud has got a silver linin'!" Wade throws one hand in the air dramatically, then camera shifted suddenly to a pile of leaves which Wade started to part. "The leaves have parted, now the sun is shinin'! And you're in my arms so the planets are alignin'…"
The camera pans upward toward the sky, where Kurt and Warren hover near the sun, their wings catching the light in a weirdly epic shot as their angelic and demonic forms silhouetted against the bright light.
The scene cuts to a picturesque forest, peaceful—until Colossus suddenly appears, swinging his axe like he's chopping down a mountain. He flexes his metallic arms for added effect, his deep, melodious voice surprising anyone who didn't expect a guy made of steel to sing.
"My heart is strong like a tree!" Peter's voice is deep, rich, and somehow fits the whole lumberjack aesthetic, which, let's be honest, is wild.
Next up, Bobby and Pyro, standing back-to-back in matching flannel, each with a perfectly ripped shirt. "And you belong, baby, you belong to me..." they sing, perfectly in sync while looking at the camera together.
Ken and Sunspot appear next, both wielding axes bigger than they are. They share a mischievous wink with the camera before delivering their line in perfect sync, Ken's adorableness causing many viewers to clutch their hearts.
"Without you, I'm tied to the ground," they deliver their line together, nailing the cuteness factor.
Then it's back to Kurt and Warren, flying high above, the angelic and demonic duo working their magic. Kurt's smile is angelic and innocent while Warren's is devilishly charming, a contrast with their images.
"And if I fall, do I even make a sound?"
The chorus drops like a hammer, and the entire group breaks into a surprisingly well-choreographed dance. Axes swinging, hair flipping, it's a spectacle of pure ridiculousness and somehow, really charming and amazing in the eyes of teenage girls on probably most of older woman.
"Chop, chop, chop!"
"Chop away at my heart!"
"I can feel it falling…"
"Timber!"
"And now we'll never part!"
"I know you!"
"You've been there from the start…"
"So baby, chop, chop, chop!"
"Chop away at my heart!"
Scott and Morph takes center stage, especially Scott stepping forward with a grin that seems totally out of character. Abs gleaming, he starts his verse with Morph following, his usual brooding replaced with an unusual boyish smile accompany by Morph mischievous smile.
"And now you're grinning, when you look me in the eye, my head is spinning..."
Right behind them, Gambit flicks a card toward the camera, the flirtatious vibe cranked up to 11. He leans in, close to the lens, hitting that perfect boyband 'heartthrob boy' moment.
"If love is just a game, I think we're winning..." Gambit sings, throwing a flirty smirk to the camera. "Mon chere…" he whispers seductively as he throws an Ace of Hearts card at the camera
Cue Quicksilver zipping in, tossing a wink and his usual smirk while catching Gambit card at the camera. "And we're here right now, so this feels like a beginnin'..." He sangs while playing with Gambit's card.
And just when you think this video already peaked, Logan—yes, Logan, The Wolverine—steps into the spotlight. He's got his shirt half-unbuttoned, showing his perfect chiseled abs and rocking that scruffy, four o'clock shadow as Wade had shaved him off when he was sleeping the night before the shooting, his reasoning was for the fans service. Axe in hand, he starts belting out his lines and dances like he's been in the Broadway all his life. Well, he kinda is if you know what I mean.
"I know you're ready; you know I'm right. When I tell ya my bark is always worse than my bite!" He sings with a smoothness that shouldn't be possible, but somehow it works.
Logan locks eyes with the camera and drops the next line like it's a piece of sage wisdom.
"When you look at me, do you see me or do you only see the forest for the trees?"
Logan dances right next to Wade, the two of them moving with surprising grace for a couple of guys who normally solve their problems with stabbing and their opponents off. They're absolutely killing it, and somehow, it works perfectly in the viewers eyes.
And then, of course, the chorus crashes back in with the entire squad coming back to the formation. Axes twirl, feet stomp, and the energy skyrockets.
"Chop, chop, chop!"
"Chop away at my heart!"
"I can feel it falling…"
"Timber!"
"And now we'll never part!"
"I know you!"
"You've been there from the start…"
"So baby, chop, chop, chop!"
"Chop away at my heart!"
As the camera zooms out for the bridge, Wade and Logan duet like they've been rehearsing for months. The choreography gets wilder—dramatic spins, axe twirls, and all. Wade tosses an axe to Logan, who catches it without missing a beat.
The next part of the video is the catchiest thing you've ever see as the scene pants out of them rowing a tree log in a river with their axes before the scene cut into them laying in the green fields while looking at the sky.
"Na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na"
As they sang the last verse the camera zooms in close on Wade and Logan. Wade's eyes glint with emotion, and for a brief moment gloominess like your average boyband.
And then, suddenly, the energy shifts. The scene then cut with them in the forest staying still with their own pose and looking intensely at the camera while the music slows, softens, and Wade and Logan step forward, their voices more vulnerable now. Wade makes a small gesture, tapping his chest like he's chopping at his own heart.
"Chop, chop, chop," Wade sings softly, pressing a hand to his chest.
"Chop away at my heart," Logan follows, his voice quieter now, filled with sincerity.
Wade looks into the camera, his green eyes practically glowing.
"I can feel it fallin'," he whispers.
Logan opens his eyes, his blue gaze piercing the screen.
"And now we'll never part..."
Wade points straight at the audience.
"I know you..." His voice is soft, almost reverent.
"You've been there from the start," Logan finishes.
The music swells as they both pour their hearts into the final lines.
"So baby, chop, chop, chop..." Wade's voice is tender.
"Chop away at my heart!!!" Logan lets out a high note that would make any Broadway singer jealous.
And just like that, the final chorus explodes back into full swing, with Logan in the center singing his heart out in the background while Wade leading the crew to dances. They dance their way through the last chorus with every background changes to every other forest and lumberjack things ending on a high note as the camera pans out.
"Chop, chop, chop!"
"Chop away at my heart!"
"I can feel it falling…"
"Timber!"
"And now we'll never part!"
"I know you!"
"You've been there from the start…"
"So baby, chop, chop, chop!"
"Chop away at my heart!"
The screen fades to black, leaving everyone who witnessed it absolutely shook.
"So! What do you think! I didn't sleep for two days straight trying to edit the video!!! Personally I like the Scott part, looks really fruity! Also, it already went really viral now!!!" Wade said cheerfully at the god smacked mutant in front of him.
(They loves it! They really love us!)
Poor Iceman and Cyclops...
Rogue, the first to break the tension, leans back and lets out a low whistle, her eyes landing on Logan.
"Is that really you, sugah? Ah didn't know you could actually sing and dance that well! You look like you belong in Broadway with that voice! Are you the same man Ah married?" Her tone is a perfect blend of teasing and surprise, but her smile shows genuine pride as she hugged her husband.
Logan, arms crossed, just grumbles in response. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it." But despite the rough exterior, there's a slight, almost imperceptible smile on his lips. He's not fooling anyone.
(Well, at least this Logan wouldn't be divorced at least... Happy marriage is rare in their line of works.)
Well, he deserved a little happiness like Ultimate Spiderman...
Meanwhile, Jubilee and Kitty are practically starstruck. Their wide-eyed expressions scream teenage fangirl energy, like they've just discovered their new favorite boyband now exists right in front of them, well they are but you know what I mean. Jubilee clutches her chest dramatically. "I didn't know I needed a mutant boyband in my life until now. Let alone one that have them! Oh god! Look at Warren's abs! Kyaaaa!!! I could die happy now!"
"Jubes! No! Not again! Remember! Whatever you do, don't go into the light!" Ken panicked with Jubilee who suddenly collapsed near him. This one made Jubes just slapped him in the back of his head, "I am not gonna really die you idiot!"
Kitty, equally mesmerized, nods in agreement. "I mean... Piotr singing? Bobby dancing? This is peak entertainment."
"Mate, Bobby dance is really stiff at that time how the hell you smooth it out?" Pyro exclaimed, even if he was in the video, there is a different between watching it and making it.
"The power of editing, and the power to bend the author will to my bidding of course!" Wade answer nonchalantly.
Scott, still standing like he's just been hit by a bus, finally manages to close his mouth, clearly too stunned to respond.
Wade, loving every second of the chaos he's unleashed, bounces up from the couch. "Oh, but wait! You haven't seen the best part yet!" With a few rapid clicks, he brings up the video's comment section, casting it up on the big screen for everyone to see.
The room collectively leans in, curiosity overtaking the initial shock. And then, the comments start scrolling:
[Is it bad that I lowkey have a crush on the fuzzy one? I mean, he is a mutant but his smile tho!]
[The man with the cards, wherever you are, I am gonna be your fans forever! I am really weak with his French accent! That 'Mon Chere!' Kyaaa!]
[Is it just me, or is the gruff wild man giving off serious Broadway vibes??? He got ranges! Agents! This is a star right here!]
[OMG THE GUY WITH GLASSES IS SO HOT, THAT GRIN THO!!! AND THE ABS!!! MARRY ME ALREADY!!! GAVE ME MUTANT BABIES!!!]
[Who are the singers, producer and writer of this song? This is a masterpiece, they should make more songs, even if they are a mutants, they should debut this group]
[The blond boy moves are as smooth as his smile 😍! Can I have your babies?]
[The main vocalist really good! He looks like the younger version of broadway wild man and older version of youngest member! Are they all related? Because I am interested joining their family…]
[CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW THEY GAVE A CHILD AN ACTUAL AXE?!?!??? AND WHY THE HELL HE SEEMS SO SKILLED WITH IT?!?!!? IS IT A TOY AXE? IT'S A TOY AXE RIGTH? RIGHT?!?!?]
[Comment above, He looks like a Canadian or at least Australian, I think that's real axe lol. Canadian just built like that!]
[They really nailed the feel of boy band music, I'm in love.]
[Screw the Onceler, this is Lorax's real biggest threat!]
[This song has no right being as catchy as it is. It's seriously been in my head all day lol.]
Bobby and Scott exchange horrified looks, both of them visibly red-faced. Bobby looks like he might actually melt into a puddle of embarrassment, while Scott rubs his temple, muttering something about 'never living this down.'
"Who... who are these people?" Scott stammers, clearly not expecting this level of thirst.
Wade leans in close, wiggling his eyebrows. "Teenage girls, middle-aged women, some gays, theatre kids, basically just women of all age. Did I say teenage girls already? Teenage boys also! Some weebs, nerds, some bored housewife, some overachiever corporate women, but mostly teenage girls tho... our core demographic, apparently."
But not all comments are positive, and a few negative remarks slide by, scattered among the flood of adoration:
[Great, a mutant boyband. Just what we need. Not.]
[These freaks don't belong on our screens.]
[Is this some kind of mutant propaganda? Is this what we show our children? Disgraceful1]
[You all need Jesus! Accept Jesus1!11!]
The mood dims for a moment, as the anti-mutant sentiment briefly intrudes on the fun. But as more comments scroll in, it's clear that the overwhelming reception is positive.
[Screw the haters, this is awesome!]
[Best thing I've seen all year—and to think this is are all mutants are LEGENDS!]
[I'll never get over my annoyance of how good this song is. Damn you mutant! But seriously, I love this!]
[Please tell me if they ever held a concert! TAKE MY MONEY!!!]
[The one dislike is from the Lorax lol]
Professor Xavier sat quietly in his chair, his fingers steepled in thought as the final comments scrolled past on the screen. His expression softened into something close to amusement, with a glint of optimism in his eyes. "You know," he began, leaning slightly forward, "this... could be exactly the kind of breakthrough we've been searching for."
Everyone blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected endorsement. Even Scott, who was mentally preparing himself for a much-needed lecture about being deceived by fifteen-years-old, straightened up in surprise.
Xavier continued, the weight of his words settling over the room. "A viral music video, presenting mutants in a way the world has never seen us before—singing, dancing, humanizing ourselves. It might just bridge the gap between mutants and humans. Show them we're more alike than they think." He turned to Wade, a small smile forming. "Well done, Wade. This may have more impact than you realize."
Scott visibly tensed, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration. "You're... praising this?" He gestured toward the screen where flirty and thirsty comments were still rolling in. "This was just supposed to be a... joke! A prank! It's Wade! He doesn't—"
"I understand, Scott," the professor said gently. "But sometimes, change comes from the most unexpected places." His eyes crinkled as he regarded Wade. "And it's clear that Wade's initiative, while unconventional, has struck a chord with people worldwide."
Scott, still not fully convinced but utterly defeated, let out a long sigh. "I just... didn't think this was going to be the thing that brings us closer to humans."
"Me neither, bub." Logan added, shaking his head, though there was a hint of begrudging respect in his voice.
Wade, not missing a beat, stood up with the kind of smug grin that could power a small city. "Heh, you heard it here, folks! It's official! Professor X now approves! I've finally got my own boyband! Hey, do you think you could fund, I mean sponsor us to produce our first album and concerts?" He thrust his arms out dramatically to the air, basking in his victory while trying to win a favor with the Professor.
"God help us," Scott muttered under his breath, though there was no hiding the begrudging acknowledgment in his tone now. He might not like it, but even he couldn't argue with the professor.
Wade, however, was already in full celebratory mode, spinning in a circle. "The X-Boys are gonna take over the world! Just you wait! We'll be doing concerts, album drops, probably a reality show! Oh man, I can't wait to see all the merch—action figures, T-shirts with our faces on it... maybe even a perfume line! Smell like victory, bub."
Logan growled. "Don't even think about putting me on any perfume bottle, Wade."
But Wade just wiggled his eyebrows. "I mean I already selling your old 'clothes' already and they already buying it. In bulk I may add—"
"WHAAAT?!?!?!"
"Ups, I talk too much..."
Don't you think the songs is oddly fitting for them? Just search Chop Away at My heart in YT if you want to listen, I did modify some of the comment and copy paste some of them. My imagination run really wild with the part of Scott, Gambit, and Quicksilver ones so much that I wanted to learn animation just to animate those, its so fitting! btw this is just a side story and my end of a bargain to Wade to have his own boyband before we get to Volume 2. Just treat it as an Omake if you will, I'll post the first chapter of Vol 2 in few hours. You could skip this chapter.
Sneaking out of the mansion ground was starting to feel like a sport for Wade. With every step, he perfected his technique—silent, stealthy, and just the right amount of cocky. He was about to hit the front door when a voice broke through his confidence.
"Going somewhere?"
Wade stopped dead in his tracks, groaning under his breath. "Ken, I swear, if you keep doing this, I'm putting a bell on you."
You knew he's behind you all time tho.
'I am encouraging his stealth skill!'
(You practically screamed to take him with you!)
Ken stepped into view, arms crossed, wearing a smug little grin that said I caught you again. "And if you keep sneaking out, I'm telling Mom and Dad."
Wade turned slowly, flashing a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Oh, you're playing dirty now? I thought we were a team, man."
Ken shrugged, leaning against the doorframe like he owned the place. "We are a team. And as part of that team, I'm coming with you. Again."
Wade rolled his eyes, hands on his hips, doing his best big-brother-who's-seen-too-much-of-this-before look. "Ken, you realize what this is, right? It's not a school field trip. It's serious. You know, mercenary work, where people shoot at you, and I have to, like, keep you from dying."
Ken just blinked at him, deadpan. "Yeah. And the last two times, I saved your butt."
(Literally too! That time was hilarious!)
We'll have to regrow our ass painfully if he didn't.
Wade raised a finger, ready to argue, then dropped it with a sigh. "Okay, fine. But the minute you started to bother me on my job, I'm dragging you back. I'm not dealing with Rogue's I told you so speech."
Ken's smirk widened. "Deal. Let's roll."
Wade shook his head, muttering, "You're like a little demon child," as they slipped out the gate, this time with Ken trailing close behind, just like always.
-
"Mr. Lively?" the pizza boy, Jeremy, asked, still frowning at the order receipt. "I got a delivery for a Mr. Lively. This is 211 Oak Street, right?"
The homeowner furrowed his brow, clearly rattled. "What the hell? I didn't order a pizza, man! You might want to get your head checked."
Jeremy persisted, citing the address again. "Then who placed the call?"
From the shadows of the hallway, Wade stepped forward like he owns the place. "Oh, that'd be me. Yeah, I ordered the pizza. Pineapple and olive? Sweet and salty!" He smiled, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he grabbed a slice from the confused delivery boy's box.
"Fuck are you? The fuck you doing in my crib?"
Ken appeared beside Wade with a gun pointed to the pizza guy, already started picking a slice. "Did they burn crust?"
"Oh, God, I hope not."
"Awww, we specifically told them to burn the crust! Dammit! Get in here!"
The homeowner, now completely unnerved, took a cautious step back. "Woah, man, look. I-is this about last night's poker game?" he stammered. "Look, I told Howie, I didn't mean to—Just uh, just take whatever you want."
Wade didn't even look at him. "Shut up," he growled, he pulls out his own gun and pointed it at the guy, freezing him in his tracks.
The homeowner trembled, reaching for his wallet like it was a peace offering. "Just take it, alright? Take everything. I won't say a word."
With a casual shrug, Wade snatched the wallet, flipping through it without even breaking his stride. "Thanks."
Jeremy, still blissfully unaware that he was in mortal danger, looked between the two intruders and the shaking homeowner. "Uh… Sir, before you do anything to him, mind if I get a big tip?"
Ken shot Jeremy a devilish grin. "Oh, Jeremy, is it?" He leaned in, voice low and teasing. "That is ah, a no go on the tiperoo, Jer. We're not here for him. We're here for you.
The words hit Jeremy like a sledgehammer. "Wh-what? M-me? Why me?"
"Oh, hey, wow, dodged a big time bullet on that one!" The homeowner exhaled in relief, happy to not be on the hit list.
"You're not out of the woods yet. You need to seriously ease-up on the bedazzling. They're jeans, not a chandelier. P.S., I am keeping your wallet. You did kind of give it to me."
The homeowner, trying to regain some control of his life, muttered "Hey, look man, can I just have my Sam's Card—"
"I will shoot your fucking cat." Wade cut him off without missing a beat.
"I don't even know what that means. I don't have a cat."
Wade cocked his head, feigning confusion. "Then who's kitty litter did I just shit in?"
Silent.
Wade sighed, wiping some pizza grease off his hands on Jeremy as he turned his attention back to Jeremy. "Anyway? Do you know Meghan Orlovsky? Orlovsky? Orlov... Did I said it right? Whatever, you know who I'm talking about."
Wade hands a piece of pizza to the homeowner, who reaches for it, but Wade just casually dropped a slice of pizza onto the floor near his feet.
Jeremy swallowed hard, his face turning pale. He nodded. "I-I, uh, yeah… I know her."
Wade nodded, finally turning his full attention to Jeremy. "Great. 'Cause she knows you. Jeremy, We belong to a group of guys who take a dime to beat a fella down."
"And Megan, she's not made of money, but lucky for her, her dad made of money, and money is one of our soft spot y'know?"
"I'm, uh…"
"A stalker. Threats hurt, Jer. But not nearly as much as serrated steel. So, keep away from Megan. Cool?"
Jeremy's voice shook. "I-I wasn't stalking her! I swear, I just—"
"Save it." Wade's tone was flat. "We know everything, including the fact that she's underage. And guess what, Jeremy? Her dad found out about you. And he doesn't like guys like you hanging around his daughter."
Ken grinned darkly. "Neither do we."
"Dude!!! That's fuck up!!!" Homeowner said. The homeowner cleared his throat. "Uh, d-do you… need anything else? I can, uh, step out for a bit…"
Wade laughed, waving the man off. "Nah, stick around. You can be the witness. Always nice to have one of those."
"So, stay away from Meghan kay?" Wade asked, his attention is back at Jeremy again, tapping the side of Jeremy's head like they were old pals.
"Yes, sir." Jeremy stammered, barely keeping his voice steady.
"Kay, we're cool." Wade turned to walk off, but Jeremy, bless his little confused heart, piped up.
"Wait, we are?" Jeremy blinked in disbelief.
"Yeah, totally done." Ken added, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.
They all start laughing. Wade then points to the homeowner. "You should have seen your face!"
"I didn't know what to do. I was so scared." the homeowner stammered, clearly still shaken.
"Soft spot, remember?" Ken said with a chuckle.
Then, without warning, Wade and Ken grabbed Jeremy by the neck and slammed him against the wall. The sudden shift in tone sent a shiver down the homeowner's spine.
"Here's the deal, Jer," Wade said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. "You will learn in the worst of ways that I have some hard spots too. That came out wrong. Or did it?"
Ken's eyes twinkled with that mischievous glint. "And now, here's the fun part: options."
Wade cracked his knuckles dramatically, his grin spreading like a Cheshire cat. "You see, Jeremy, there are so many creative ways to deal with creeps like you. Option one—" Wade grabbed Jeremy's trembling hand and lifted it like he was about to appraise a diamond. "We take this hand. Y'know, so you can't, uh... 'enjoy' your favorite hobby anymore." His voice dripped with mock sympathy.
Jeremy's knees buckled as he whimpered, "P-please…"
Ken gave a theatrical tap to his chin, as if seriously pondering the situation. "Or... we could go for the chest. Little stab here, little stab there. Let you bleed out slowly, maybe hum a tune while you suffer."
Wade leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Or, if you're feeling adventurous, we could take you to the bathroom... and drown you. Slowly. Let you feel it."
By this point, Jeremy was visibly shaking, tears streaming down his face as if his brain had short-circuited from sheer terror. "I-I'll stop! I swear! I'll never go near her again!" His voice broke with desperation.
Wade exchanged a casual glance with Ken, who shrugged. "Yeah, sorry, while that's is her request, her dad request is more… gory…" Wade said.
Jeremy barely had time to scream before Wade and Ken got to work. The homeowner, who had watched this entire scene unfold like it was a bad dream, stood frozen in the corner, eyes wide. He flinched every time Jeremy made a sound but wisely kept his mouth shut. After all, he knew what would happen if he made a wrong move.
"S-sorry. Look, that guy... Totally deserved that. So i'm not gonna. Like, call the cops or anything, okay?"
Wade and Ken both ignored the homeowner. Wade, ever the clean freak, grabbed a napkin from the pizza box and wiped the blood from his hands like he was dealing with nothing more serious than pizza grease. He tossed the napkin onto Jeremy's lifeless body with a satisfied sigh. "Always love taking down a pedo. What about you, Ken?"
Ken nodded, looking pleased with himself. "Yeah, beats therapy of all time. Beside, we got paid!"
"Well, I mean... I'm gonna have to call the cops eventually, but... I won't tell them I—uh, saw your faces or anything," the homeowner said, nervously wringing his hands.
Wade and Ken stopped mid-bite, side-eyeing the guy. "You haven't seen our faces."
The homeowner laughed nervously. "Yeah! I mean—no! Exactly! So, uh, you can just... leave."
As they strolled out of the house, Wade casually pulled out his phone like he was about to check his Instagram feed but instead dialed 9-1-1. "Yeah, hi. I'd like to report a murder," he said, his voice trembling with a perfectly rehearsed, fake panic. "Uh-uh, the guy who lives 211 Oak Street? I just saw him torture and kill a pizza delivery boy. He's still in there. Hurry, though. I think he's trying to flee the scene."
Hanging up the phone, Wade turned to Ken, grinning. "Now that is how you get triple payment from one job done!"
-
Ten minutes later, the two brothers stood outside the familiar door of Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children, also known as the best worst idea Wade ever had. Inside, they were greeted by the dingy glow of neon lights and the not-so-welcoming stares of shady characters nursing cheap beers.
Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children was buzzing with its usual crowd of unsavory characters. Wade pushed the door open, the smell of stale beer and broken dreams hitting them like a wall. It was a comforting kind of awful, in a weird way.
"Home sweet Margaret," Ken quipped, walking in beside Wade like they owned the place.
"You say that now," Wade replied, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder. "But if Weasel tries to offer us another sewer gig, I'm leaving you here."
Ken grinned. "You wouldn't."
Wade snorted. "You're right. But I'd think about it."
They made their way to the bar, where Weasel was polishing glasses with a look that screamed I'm done with you. He spotted them, sighed deeply, and shook his head.
"Again? Really? How the hell you both always finish three jobs under one hour!"
(He always seems so scared of us…)
We did torture and intimidated him so we could go in to the bar.
"Oh, you know me!" Wade waved casually. "I always strive for efficiency!"
"Well, you always had your ways on doing things and to think we got money from the girl, the dad, and that guy wife! Here you go!"
"And the guy wallet! But that's more for our tip, really!"
"Anyway, do you had anymore jobs for us to take? Anything lightweight? Contract killing or just retrieving some 'valuable' things from the cops?"
Weasel raised an eyebrow. "Don't you've a school to attend tomorrow?"
"And?" Wade shot back, clearly not giving a fuck about his educations.
Before Weasel could retort, a shadow fell across the bar. Wade turned to see a figure he kinda recognize. An Asian girl—young about 16-years-olds with a pink and red streak on her black hair, but with an air of confidence that said she could probably take down half the room without breaking a sweat. Holy fucks that's Yukio! Hey, should he cuck Negasonic Teenage Warhead? Ahh, no, he will not do that to a friend even if he did like Yukio most. She always got that supportive Goth/Alternative girlfriend that he's vibes with.
(Is it really cucking if it was not the same person? I don't think Negasonic and that Yukio were already born in this time anyway. Beside she looks more fierces and dangerous than that Yukio.)
'Oooh Dangerous, my type of woman exactly!'
Maybe this Yukio is her mom? Relative maybe? Or just someone with same name?
"Wade and Ken Howlett, right?" she said, her voice flat and direct.
Wade blinked, glanced at Ken, then back at her. "Depends. Who's asking?"
"My name is Yukio, I am from Yashida Corporation."
(Whoo! She is the different Yukio! The Wolverine one Yukio! Go for her dude! We still held the dude code!)
The girl—Yukio, as she would soon introduce herself—didn't flinch. "I'm looking for your father. It's important."
Ken gave Wade a sideways glance, eyebrows raised in that we don't know this chick way that Wade knew all too well.
"Important, huh?" Wade said, arms crossing in a mirror image of his little brother. "Is this the life-or-death kind of important? Or just the 'I really need someone to take out the trash' kind?"
Yukio didn't even blink. "Life or death."
Wade looked at Ken, who just shrugged. "Sounds legit."
Wade shot a quick glance at Ken again before giving her a reluctant nod. "Alright, but this better not be some kind of elaborate revenge plot. We've been down that road, and it's really lost its charm."
Ken looked equally suspicious but stayed quiet.
"Meet us in the morning, we still need to take some missions."
"Okay, I'll wait here."
-
Back at their cottage home near the mansion—they leave there ever since the X2 movie arc happened, Wade and Ken led Yukio into the kitchen, where Rogue and Logan were lounging and hanging out with beer in their hands. Laura is there too, watching a cartoon near while munching on her cereals.
"Well, this is new," Rogue said, crossing her arms as she spotted Yukio. "Wade, you bringing a girl home? Didn't think Ah'd see the day."
Ken couldn't resist. "Yeah, Me too, I thought he gonna bring a boy first, he is awfully close with Peter..."
Wade grinned, hands thrown up in mock exasperation. "Guys, come on, it's not like that. I mean, technically, this isn't how I imagined bringing someone home to meet you all... But hey, at least she's not trying to kill me or dead, which is more than I can say for my usual social circle."
We really set the bar low. Really low.
(Still counts as a win, though!)
Logan raised an eyebrow at that. "You sure about that, kid?"
Laura, watching Yukio carefully, finally spoke up. "She smells weird. Like death and ashes."
Wade shot Laura a look. "Okay, first off, rude. Second, I'm pretty sure she was a ninja assassin or sumthin'. Third, Aww, are you turning into a bro-con for me already?"
Ken just shrugged, smirking. "Because she knows this is the closest thing you'll ever have to a date."
Ouch. Well played, lil bro.
(Ooooh! Burn!!!)
"Oi! Again! Rude!"
It's true. You still couldn't touch any girl before you sucked her soul dry.
(This is why I said we should try train our sucking power first!!!)
'Bracket, you kidding me right? I am not kissing any frog to train it!'
(IT WAS THE SAFEST BET! BESIDE WE COULD HAD SICK TONGUE AFTER THAT!!!)
Sometimes, I wonder about your state of mind, Bracket.
Yukio, seemingly unfazed by the family dynamics playing out around her, stepped forward and gave a small bow, her voice calm but direct. "Mr. Howlett, Mrs. Howlett, My name is Yukio. I work for Master Yashida, the man Mr. Howlett saved during the bombing of Nagasaki."
Logan's posture stiffened at the mention of Yashida, but he said nothing, letting her continue.
"Master Yashida sent me to find you," Yukio said, her eyes locking on Logan's. "He has not forgotten the promise he made to you. He wishes to give you the sword he promised in person, and he is dying. He has asked me to bring you to Japan so that he may thank you before he passes."
Logan let out a long breath, a shadow of old memories crossing his face. "Look... I am not really the guy who want to go flying halfway across the world to say goodbye to someone he barely remember. I had a stable job and family now, I couldn't just leave them."
Yukio didn't blink, her tone unwavering. "If you want to bring them with you, it wouldn't be a problem. Master Yoshida also wanted to see his savior family before he passes."
"It's not like that, I got to teach and the kids still had their classes to attend. It's not really a good time—"
"Please, this is my master final wishes before he died to me! I need to made it possible!" Yukio is now bowing even lower before Logan and Rogue. She seems really determined to take Logan to her master.
Logan was quiet for a moment, glancing at Rogue. She was watching him, her expression guarded but knowing. There's something fishy about this whole thing.
There was a beat of silence, everyone taking in the weight of the situation, when Wade—ever the master of timing—raised his hand like a kid in class.
"So, if Dad can't go, can I? I mean, I have been looking for an opportunity to make my own anime."
Ken immediately cracked up, doubling over. "Oh my God, you'd totally turn this whole thing into some cringey action-comedy anime."
Wade smirked. "You say that like it's a bad thing. Besides, if anyone's anime material, it's me. Superpowers, katana and ninja skills, a tragic backstory... I'm basically already a main character. Literally. Well, except for the whole dead parents thing, hopefully..."
This is it. Our anime arc is finally here. Next stop, Konoha!
(NINJAS! SWORDS! MECHA SUITS!)
Rogue shot Wade a look. "You're not going anywhere near Japan, sugar."
Aww, c'mon, party pooper.
(But, but, our ninja arc! Our anime!!!)
Wade shrugged, completely unfazed. "Just saying, I'd rock the ronin looks!"
Laura, who had been quiet until now, muttered, "You'd look like an idiot."
Wade sighed dramatically. "And this is why I'm never bringing you to do mission with me."
Rogue rolled her eyes at her son. "We also didn't want to bring you to any mission but you just to stubborn to be told not to! You've been rubbing off your bad influenced to Ken! Honestly!".
Logan's expression softened, but he still looked conflicted. "I've to discuss this with my family first." he muttered, almost to himself, before turning to Yukio again. "I'll give you my answer tomorrow."
Yukio bowed again, grateful. "Thank you. I'll be ready whenever you are."
I like Yukio, both of them, in the Wolverine and in Deadpool two! She looks like Yukio from Deadpool but have The Wolverine Yukio kinda power! because it was more suited for her I think... She also the different Yukio from the deadpool movie since, they should be different character as their power is really different, the only thing that the same is their sense of fashion and that they are japanese. I also love Wade and Yukio interactions! Maybe I should pair them? They not gonna suddenly been dating after this japan arc, but they will in the future with a twist as well since some of you probably already guessed from her power already.
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