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Iceman: The Ninja
by Icewing

Bobby Drake sat on the floor in the living room of the Xavier mansion, stitching diligently. His back hunched. His arms hard at work. His legs in that 'Indian-style' position he learned back in kindergarten. His teeth gritted. If there was anything he had learned in his time away from the X-Men, it was how to sew, and nothing was going to stop him from reaching his goal.

Well, almost nothing...

"Drake, what in God's name are you doing?" came the loud voice of Dr. Cecilia Reyes from the doorway.

"Sewing," Bobby replied, continuing to work.


"Because my costume's dirty, and I need a new one."

"What's wrong with your other costumes?"

"They're old."

"And, that's bad because...?" She took a few steps closer to him and looked down at his work.

"I just wanted a change. Something new. Something different. Something fresh."

"Something like a ninja costume."

"Someth...uh, yeah, that's it."

"Bobby, you're making a ninja costume."

"Cecilia, I know."

"Why a ninja? Why not a policeman? A firefighter? A pro-wrestler? A pirate?"

"Hey, it works for Betsy, doesn't it?"

"She's also a trained marital artist, and her mind was swapped with that of an Asian woman, giving her the body of one!"

"Point," Bobby said, slowly standing up.

"Do you even know any martial arts?"

"Well, no..."

"Do you have any Asian blood in you, not that it really matters?"

"Well, back in X-Factor, I dated an Asian girl, but I'd like to forget her and her really big pants."

"Have you ever had your...wait. Did you just say 'really big pants?'" Dr. Reyes was stupefied. Ninja costumes were one thing, but really big pants were just unheard of. Who'd wear such a thing? She had to sit down, so she did.

"And, I neglected to mention her skull-shaped earrings. She left me for her cybernetic, poetic cousin."

"You're so full of it, Drake," she stated, as she propped her legs up on the couch where she was sitting.

"No. I'm serious. Ask Hank. Or Jean. Or Warren. Or even Scott. They'd tell you."


"You better believe it." Drake stood up, turned around, and looked at Cecilia straight in the eyes. "So, whatcha think?"

Reyes looked him over once and said, blandly, "I think you've been watching too many Jackie Chan movies."

"C'mon, doc! When was the last time you saw a ninja look this cool?"

"When was the last time you saw a therapist?"

"Wait a second. Would this help?" Iceman started shifting through a pile of what seemed to be old costumes that laid on an adjacent chair, and Dr. Reyes was scared, to say the least. She had no idea what he might be searching for in this state, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know until he pulled out...

"A mask? A black mask... I gotta admit it, Bobby, you put a lot of thought into this. At least no one will know that you're the Super Ninja Ice Doofus right away. So, really, did you eat some bad clams or something? Maybe you stayed up all night, watching a Karate Kid marathon? Wax on, wax off, right? Or, maybe you were just watching too much of that cooking show. What's it called? Iron Chef?"

Iceman sighed, turned away, created an ice slide below his feet, and left, yelling, "we'll just see what the other guys have to say!"

Cecilia laughed, grabbed the remote, turned on the television, and began her quest to find something weirder than what she had just witnessed.


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