CHAPTER 407 GENOSHA

CHAPTER 407 GENOSHA

“What the hell are you doing?” Emma asked as she sat behind me on the private plane.





“Trying to sleep,” I said boredly.

“The flight is less than an hour,” she reminded.

“And I could use some shuteye,” I said. “I only finished up with my Hand and Devil a little bit ago.”

Emma quieted. I of course had gone back to Elektra’s house after ironing out some details with the He-Man Woman Hater’s Club. I actually had to wake the girls up to begin the fun once more. I didn’t use near as much strength as before, so they were able to go a lot longer. But since I didn’t know when I would be back I kept them up all night again.



“You still reek of sex,” Emma said.

“For someone not getting any, you sure know the smell well,” I said.

“I don’t understand you,” she hissed with a huff and leaned back in her seat. The plane was large of course. Obadiah, Shaw, his wife, who was named Madelyne, and a few other members were there. I had hoped for a private room, but our destination wasn’t overly far from New York.



I let out a sigh. Turning around I lifted the cat eye eyeshades I had borrowed from Elektra to stare at her. “What?” Emma frowned, looking out the window. I looked around to see the other Hellfire Club members ignoring us. “Nevermind, let’s have this conversation in my mind.”



“What?” She asked.



“You’re psychic, right? Let’s talk in my mind,” I said.

-Like this?- She asked telepathically.



“Not exactly,” I said. Unsure how Jean had done it. “I’m going to go to somewhere in my mind. You follow.” I pictured my Makuramoto. Ignoring everything around me, I knew everything about the room. The colors of the pillows, the pit sofa, the wall paper, everything.



One of the first trainings in Genjutsu I got as a kid was building a mental room. A secret place that you knew everything about. You had to build it from the ground up. The trainer would ask you specific questions about it and you would answer them. If you didn’t know, you were forced to make it all over again.



Little did I know that other kids went through the same training as well. Except these rooms were expected to help you if you were ever captured by a rival ninja clan. A place to try to maintain your focus while you were tortured for information.



Still sickened by the death in the Naruto world I was happy that I had ended Akatsuki early. Hopeful that I could go there and fix the ninja system someday, I waited until I felt the fingers move across my mind.

“What the fuck?” Emma asked as she appeared in the Makuramoto.



“Welcome to my clubhouse,” I said. “Clothing optional. But we are at least away from prying eyes here.” I appeared in the sofa pit, materializing some popcorn. Since I had to be able to picture all of this to make it in a Genjutsu, it was good to see I hadn’t gotten rusty.



“How did you make this? Do you have another skill?” She asked. I eyed her. Wearing her white corset, white garter belt, and white thong, she wasn’t far off from her true self. Most women made themselves look hotter, but Emma already knew she was hot. That meant she had a pretty good self-image. Another interesting fact to know about her.



“Kind of,” I said. “Come sit.” I waved my hand and she appeared on the opposite cushion.

“What the fuck,” she said looking around. “What the hell are you?”

“No idea,” I lied. “Candy? Popcorn? It’s fat free,” I said. I made a movie theater worthy assortment appear in front of here. “It’s free-free too.” She perked up. Leaning forward to give me a glorious view of her cleavage as she looked over the choices. Eventually she decided on Snowflakes. A weird choice, the white sprinkled chocolate kisses would not have been what I would guess.



She opened the box and poured some out. Chewing on them she smiled and nodded at me. “This is interesting. Can I make this place?”

“I would assume. Aren’t you like a powerful psychic?” I asked.



“I mean...I just used telepathy and illusions now and then,” she said.

“Yeah, you can do this then,” I said. “This is just an illusion in my mind.”

“Yeah, but this kind of feels real. Like I swear Snowflakes taste like this,” she said.



“It’s actually my memory of how they taste,” I said. “It takes a long time to build up this sort of world though. My sister pulled me into one of these once where she-” I stopped talking as I frowned.

Emma perked up. “Your sister could do this?” She asked. “I-uh heard she died.”

“Yeah,” I said. I had meant Evelyn from Naruto World. Despite how much I acted like I hated her, of all the sisters in my worlds, she was probably my favorite. My sister in this world had been a little too timid, but a part of me still wished to have seen her grow up. Missing both sisters, a part of me wanted to think Evelyn was basically dead since I would never see her again. I squashed that thought and forced a smile on.



“So you were upset at me about something?” I asked.



Emma chewed on the snowflakes like a cow chewing cud. Her mouth open she appeared very un-ladylike. The person she had turned into around the Hellfire Club mostly disappearing when it was just us.



“Just confused by you,” she said, trying not to blush in the fake world. “You hit on me ruthlessly. Yet flaunt your side pieces? I don’t get it. All these people here,” she looked around. “Well out there. They all have mistresses or fuckboys or both. But them, their spouses turn a blind eye to it. Either having their own fun or unwilling to give up the lifestyle. You, you’re just a kid. What makes you think I’d be up for becoming one of many?”



The island itself had it’s own natural wall around it. Large cliffs surrounding it, there was one large water port on the South side. At the center of the island was an actual volcano. Since Magneto made the place, I was sure it was by design. A threat to anyone that tried to make the home he made, or perhaps how he got energy for the island. Using magma to boil water to spin a turbine perhaps.



The island was at least 30 miles across, the place was covered in greenery. But near the volcano were giant buildings at least 20 stories tall.



So far up in the air it was amazing to think a man made this island. Magneto was always the best villain in Marvel. Worried about his people, and only his people, he was the messiah to a marginalized group that got the shit end of the world. Mostly ignored by the average person, I had a plan to help them in the future, but that was only if things got really bad.



“Best behavior everyone,” Shaw said to those in the Hellfire club. “Magneto doesn’t appreciate violence in his Utopia.” People nodded, I wondered if that applied to me. I wasn’t really with the club, and was more of an exchange student. Curious if I had diplomatic immunity the plane landed as Emma walked back to her spot.



Her face flush I could tell that what I had done had affected her. Hoping to reap my efforts with the bombshell soon, I waited until the rest of the club members left before I disembarked. Without any luggage on me I was wearing my black hoodie of a hero costume. Though I wasn’t overly scared of the Hellfire’s, I wasn’t completely convinced I was free from harm either.



Out on the tarmac very little was said. More routine for everyone, a mutant with yellow skin drove over to the private jet on a bus. Everyone got in and we headed through the jungle toward the center of the island.

“Hey, you got a tour guide for the island?” I asked the driver.



“This isn’t a vacation,” Emma hissed at me, much less vehemently than normal.

The yellow man sighed, but began to talk into an intercom. “On your left you will see the forest. On your right, you will see, yet more forest. Everything once an extinct plant, Magneto has made this into a paradise for all mutant kind.”

“What do you guys do to humans when you find them?” I asked, uncaring the glares I got from the club freaks.

“We have a nightly hunt for humans to keep them off our island. We don’t want them stealing this place too.”

“Fun,” I said. “What happens if you catch one. Is there a bounty?”



The man actually laughed. Looking back he said, “No, but thats not a bad idea.”

“Right? Humans are the worst. Pretty sure this guy is one,” I said pointing at Obadiah.

“Aren’t you human?” The old man asked.

“I’m a meta human, thank you very much,” I said. “At least I think that’s the term. Did Facebook steal that too? Doesn’t matter. How much for the old one?” I pointed at Obadiah.

“Psh, probably 100 Genosha dollars,” the tour guide said.

“Is that a lot of money?”

“Eh, not a bad amount. But probably not worth the effort.”

“Oh is it like Disney dollars?” I asked.



“Worse, people actually accept Genosha dollars here,” he said. I immediately liked the guy and I moved to the front to continue to talk to him as the drive continued on.



“How does it work here? Do you get assigned a job in some socialist bullshit?”

“It’s more of a...collective,” he admitted. That wasn’t a no. “You gotta remember this place is what, 15 years old? You think America had it all figured out when they started up?”



“True,” I said.



“We all mostly do what we can. Those that want to search for mutants, can. Those that have some...anger toward humans, can use that too. Me? I like the simple life. You should see the apartments here. And the women? I thought yellow skin was what drove people away. Here, Magneto spouts so much about being proud of the mutant aspects the women here are pretty into it.”



“Really?” I asked. It always amazed me how quickly you could make friends. “Weston.”



“Kyle,” he said, shaking my hand.



“Have any hot women with your...changes?”

“You mean deformity?” He asked. He laughed. “Most call it a mutant guided form, or MGF, but we all know what it is.”

“Cool, but seriously, there any with like four boob mutant girls or something?”



“Ha! No, not that I’ve seen. There was a really tall girl though. At least 12 feet tall, huge knockers, like you would need Lewis and Clark to map them. Oh man and there was this...” he continued on as I listened intently. Getting all the important information I could about the island from my new friend.