I really hate myself right now for starting a new story when I haven't even finished my other TMNT story. -_-

But this has been stuck in my head and I need to get it out before I went insane.

Anyway this will be short chapters just because...well...I just prefer it that way.

I don't proofread my chapters! Lol I just dish them out as I write them cause I'm too lazy to do it.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men. But I do own my OCs!

Enjoy!

With a careful hand she added her signature to the corner of the piece and took a step back to look at her work. It was the kind of strange to look at but it was what the customer wanted. She had spent a good two weeks working on this mural and it looked like an exact replica to the tiny photo that was given to her so she could use as a reference.

"Impressive! This looks exactly like the picture I gave you!" The owner said from behind her as she began to put her supplies away.

"I'm glad you like it, leave the windows open during the day and at night make sure to put some fans facing it so the paint dries faster, it should be done drying but tomorrow morning"

"I'll be sure to do that. Here's your money I really appreciate you for doing this" he handed her a wad of cash.

"Thanks" she took it and carefully began to count it out then frowned when she was three grand short from what she told him it was going to cost him for such a big and intricate piece like this.

"Not to be a bother but you're 3 grand short" she would give him the benefit of doubt in case he forgot. It happens sometimes.

"Like I said I appreciate you for doing this" he gave her smirk that told her that was all he was going to give her.

"We had a deal" she glared at him. That money would bare cover the cost of paint and supplies she used to paint this stupid mural for his restaurant. If he didn't pay up she would have to take it out of the stack that he did give her and that would only leave her seven hundred dollars not enough to pay for her rent this month.

"I don't remember signing a contracted" he shrugged.

"You can't do that! I took two weeks off my job to do this for you" she kept her voice low not trying to cause a scene. Even though she hated him right now she really didn't want to hurt his business.

"That's not really my problem now finish packing up and leave before I make you leave" he warned low and walked away to help at the cash register.

She clenched her jaw and taking in a deep breathe and letting out slowly. She grabbed most of her thing and packed it into her car. She made one last trip in to grab the last paint can. She stared at the mural taking a quick picture to add to her profile for other customers to look at her work.

Finally grabbing the last paint can she made a split decision and painted a giant red slash over the mural and painted over her signature too.

"Hey! What did you do! That wasn't what I paid you for!" The owner yelled at her.

"I don't remember signing a contract" she stated coldly and left without another word.

"She's feisty" a dark skinned woman with snow white hair giggled next to a man in a wheel chair.

"You can't really blame her, that man asked for it" he replied slightly amused as he watched her drive away and he paid for their meal. He then glanced over to look at the mural it was done quiet well. He could tell that she was passionate with her art it showed in her work. Every brush stroke she did with care and though he tried not to read people's minds he couldn't help but take a peek at hers. She was blank yet at the same time over runned with emotions. Lost in a trance and letting her body do as it willed without much thought. Every now and again she had looked down to the small piece of paper to reference and then continue on painting.

"Professor?" The woman questioned her companion. She knew that look from him all too well. He was planning something.

"I think we found our new instructor" he smiled.